Characters: Bestfriend!Tom Holland X female reader
Word Count: 1,422
Summarry: For @loserparker ‘s writing challenge! I was inspired and used the song Can I Be Him? by James Arthur
Warnings: Sad & maybe cussings ?
He loves her. Truly and completely. The kind of love some only achieve through romantic comedies and Nicholas Sparks novels. But he was lucky enough to have a love so strong and so raw, for her.
His brown eyes harbor a light glaze across them as he sips his third glass of champagne for the night. The reception in full swing now. After years of hearing alcoholics go straight for champagne he know understands why, it goes straight to your head. He feels light headed and like he can’t properly support himself, but in this situation. In the months leading up to this event, he’s happy to not truly be himself right now. As people dance around in the center of the room Tom pulls his eyes away as to not get too dizzy. His eyes scan the tables of guests, recognizing some and some strangers. Finally his eyes land on her, on the beautiful bride. Her hair falls effortlessly framing her face like the beautiful piece of art work she is to him. Her veil behind her head now it adds just the touch to make her face glow. A smile hasn’t left her face since his chocolate eyes fell on her. The slope of her nose was something Tom has dreamed of running his hand over. The gleam in her eyes wasn’t just because of her special day but always there just a part of Y/n that made her Y/n. The ever so special Y/n. Her shoulders shook as loud laugh fell from her plump pink lips from an inaudible joke. Tom felt his eyes crinkle and the corner of his lips turn upward, her smile has always been contagious.
Her laughter fades and her eyes shift from the guests in front of her to Tom. A small smile sprouts on her lips as she eyes him. His suit a size too small as it clings to his buffer frame since he last wore it. His wrists show a good inch past the jacket arms. His tie too long, hanging past the button on the navy blue slacks. His hair had his fingers raked through it one too many times and the blood shot eyes left the new bride knowing exactly that Tom was indeed drunk, on her wedding day. Tom Holland, her best friend couldn’t even put a little effort in for her special day. With a soft smile and a nod, the princess of the night excuses herself and grips her dress at each end to hold it up so she can quickly cross the room to Tom.
“Come here.” She mumbles as she passes. Tom gathers himself and follows after. They enter an empty room with make up and day closes strewn about. The conclusion is this was where Y/n had gotten prepared for earlier. Where she had been transformed from a girl to a bride. It almost intensifies the pain in Tom’s chest by being in here.
“I can’t believe you’re drunk Tom!” Her words cut deep and maybe it’s the champagne or maybe it’s that he’s held this in too long that the dam is breaking. Without a second thought a flood breaks loose.
“Y/n really? You can’t believe I’m drunk?” He shoots back leaning against the wall looking at her dress covered feet. When his eyes finally flick up to face her she holds an exasperated expression and moves her arm to inquire more of an explanation. The cloudy headed boy rolls his tongue over his lips as he sucks in a breath before continuing.
“I can’t believe you’ve never noticed really. Y/n from the first time I saw you, you-you stole my heart Y/n. I knew from the very first moment you introduced yourself. I wanted you. I wanted to make you mine. A-and. And when you read your poems or the songs you’ve written, the songs you’ve only ever shared with me. I wished. I wish they’re about me.” Tom has to correct himself from speaking in past tense because no matter what, the love he has for the girl before him, he’ll always have hope. He could never give up the girl of his dreams. He can’t bring himself to raise his eyes to look at her. His vision now fuzzy not from one too many glasses but from tears. His heart can’t take the pent up pain and it now releases itself in tears. He pinches the bridge of his nose to not only conceal his face from her but in an effort to stop crying.
“I know. I know you’re married now. God you’re married. I can’t believe that sentence just left my mouth.” He tries to continue but the more he speaks aloud, the more reality hits him in the face. A strangled cry leaves his throat as he speaks and he pulls at his collar suddenly feeling too tight. As he runs a hand trough his hair, he’s lost count at how many times he’s done this action tonight, he blinks up at the vaulted ceiling with his signature holland puppy dog eyes.
“I don’t think he deserves you Y/n. Hell nobody deserves you. You’re too good. Too good for any asshole of a guy. I’m not even good enough for you.” The unraveling boy continues in his monologue all while Y/n stands there tears welling in her eyes at her best friend. Her best friend she’ll only see as a best friend. But a best friend she’s never intended to hurt this way.
“I’ve been there to wipe your tears before, but I want to be the one who not only can wipe your tears but can truly make you feel better. I want to be the one who can kiss your lips Y/n. God, can I just be him?” He questions rhetorically. He knows fully well he was born Tom Holland and Tom Holland was not the name of your new husband and he’ll never be him. Tom slides himself down the wall and folds into his chest, knees pulled tightly to his inward. He lets out gasps as he sobs. Mumbling “can I be him? Can I be him? Can I be him?” Over and over in a chant as he rocks back and forth hitting his back against the wall harder each time. Maybe wishing dust would fall off the old chapel walls and make his wish come true like in your favorite movie 13 going on 30. But even in Tom’s drunken state he knows no mater how hard he cried or how many wishes he made, he’d never be him.
“Tommy, oh my god Tommy. Please don’t cry, I’m-I’m so sorry.” Y/n drops in front of Tom not caring about the pearl white dress staying pearl white. She needs to consul her best friend right now. Her words fall on deaf ears though as Tom pushes her hands away from him.
“Y/n, do you love me?” He looks up eyes even more bloodshot now. His eyebrows are pulled downward trying to hold back the continual tears. “Do you?” He asks again forcing an answer.
“Tommy of course I do but just not like I love him.” Y/n answers and looks down sadly. If only the love she does have for him would be enough. But it’s not enough for Tom.
“Then don’t. Don’t try to help just-just go.” His voice almost cracks as he pushes the bride, his best friend, the love of his life away. Slowly she stands and with a small nod exits the room. Another resemblance Tom held with love in films and novels is the pain. The pain of unrequited love.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated!
Summary: Y/n Clark couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of being out of her element. She couldn’t fight the battle between what to say and what not to say. She would’t dare offend her new employer's son. The need to help her family since her father’s job loss kept her here. Tom Holland was a rather sarcastic fellow, who wouldn’t be in this state. But as his true colors are shown & Y/n becomes determined to show him that life is still lovable, feeling start to blossom.
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: Based off the film Me Before You (hence the title) Tom is au as Will Trainer’s character so he is paralyzed from the waist down. I do not own any rights to the film or to the actors.
“Look at me please. Please look at me.” He whispers. You can feel the the vibrations of his chest as he speaks and the soft thud of his heart beat.
“I can’t.” Your voice cracks as the tears are already fastly cascading down your cheeks. You don’t want to move, you don’t want time to keep ticking along. All you want to think about is him. About the memories the last six months have brought with Tom. With the snarky remarks and the lazy days inside. You didn’t want to be in reality in the present but wanted to relive the past.
“Come on darlin. I want to see your face, even if it’s all red and blotchy.” He speaks again and a painful laugh falls from your lips as you sit up and let him see you. His brown eyes scan over your features and the pain in his chest, a different pain that what he’s felt ever since the accident. It’s an emotional pain he can’t bear. All he does is try to lean in closer toward you. He can’t do much but you know him well enough and lean in closing he gap. The kiss is soft and filled with love, almost making this situation worse. You know he loves you. And he knows too well how much you love him. Your soft cheeks touch his and you can feel the soft stubble coming back. The memory plays in your head when you first talked him into shaving, it was your first intimate moment with him. And you didn’t even know how important it’d become to you. You shake the sad thoughts and get lost in the kiss.
Tom Holland has never in his life met someone quite like you. So full of life and so eager to smile. Maybe it was the first meeting when he pulled his jaw weird and held his eyes wide open as he moaned like he was dying. His test he’d pulled on all the people his mother tried to hire. You didn’t look appalled just confused. And you still held a smile, even if it looked more painful to hold you did it. Just like you’re doing as you look at him right now, holding a smile even if you’d rather not.
Tom has never had a girl be so invested in his life, in keeping him alive than you have. When you waltzed in the room that day in what seemed like a costume more than an outfit he honestly found himself laughing. The horses spread across your attire held so many sarcastic comments but the joy in your eyes as you explained the day to him. He couldn’t say them. He went for you. Even when he could walk he hated walking into the stadium to bet on horses and sit for hours in the hot sun only for the chances to hardly be in his families favor.
When you showed up with the symphony tickets Tom realized he actually was taking a liking to the girl with colorful outfits who didn’t do much but work and spend time with her family. When you entreated the room that night an Harrison, his nurse, let out a wowza, he knew as soon as he laid his chocolate eyes on you he’d be falling fast. And he was right. The red dress laid beautifully on your figure and there was the 100 watt smile plastered on your face. He’d wanted to ask if your cheeks ever hurt from all the smiling.
“Loose the scarf.” He’d said trying to keep up his wall. He couldn’t be falling in Love he thought to himself.
“Tom Holland, only you would tell a girl how to wear a red dress.” You’d laughed and slid it from around your neck gently. In moments like this you weren’t being cocky or overly confident, it just didn’t register with you that four eyes were on you. The symphony was full when you arrived and Tom couldn’t fully enjoy himself from something pricking his neck. You’d discovered it’s a tag and without any scissors leaned up and bit the tag removing it. The look up surprise on Tom’s face had you chuckle.
“Thank god it wasn’t on your trousers.” You say as the show begins. Tom then realizes maybe you just don’t care what people think, you’re just truly you. And that is a lovable quality.
The wedding invitation may open on the table. Tom’s old work make was marrying his ex girlfriend. The girlfriend he’d pushed away after the accident. He’d invited to take you somewhere. A third date with Tom. The boy you couldn’t deny the feelings growing. As you determined to make his life so amazing he’d want to keep it, you agreed to go. While there he called you beautiful for the first time. A memory you’d always cherish.
“Why don’t you say you give me a whirl.” You surprise him with suggestion as you say gently on his lap. As he wheels to the dance floor you can help but laugh happily as he spins you in circles.
“Are they all looking on disgusted?” He asks with a laugh of his own. It’s deep in his belly and you can feel it’s a true laugh. You nod still laughing but not breaking eye contact wit him.
“Take me away, let’s go somewhere just you and I.” Another suggestion from your lips that shocks him. He didn’t think he could have a girl have feelings for him in this state. Maybe maybe for just a moment you’ve convinced him. That is until the next morning when you return from a night spent in a hotel he came down with a bad case of pneumonia. His fourth case within two years.
You’d planned for two weeks, you’d thought of all the worse case scenarios and even got Harrison on board for this holiday. The Indian Ocean Islands it was. The Holland’s agreed to it and even though they’ve never spoken it they appreciate all your efforts. If anyone could had done it, it would have been you. The holiday was lovely. Tom and you shared your first kiss. It was while a storm was heavy outside and you left the doors open to watch it. It was after a long day on the beach sunbathing. The next day he’d encouraged you to scuba dive. To try new things. And it was then both you and Tom stopped fighting your feelings. It was when Tom confessed about his plans to end his life.
“I know Tom.” You said simply smiling at him as you expected him to explain how he’d changed his mind.
“I gave my parents six months. And when I get back....I’m going to Switzerland.” He surprises you with your words. To hold a smile still would weigh too much. It dropped and tears held heavy in your eyes.
“No no no Tom.” Was all that would slip out. You clung to his chest and let the tears land on his shirt.
“I can’t give you what I should be able to Y/n. Hell I can’t even wipe your tears right now. I can’t vacation with you, I could never be what you deserve. You’ll miss out and I’ll only hold you back.” He tries to start you to understand. You pick up your head shaking it back and forth not caving. You could never agree with this.
“Y/n I can’t even do. God what I wish I could do to you right now, I can’t.” He speaks again after you kiss him softly. A small laugh leaves his lips they’re still close to yours and his hot breath fans across your face.
“No please.” You manage one last time as he continues to try and explain his decision.
At first you were mad. You wouldn’t talk to him or even look at him as you traveled back home. But after speaking with your sister she explained how wrong it would be if you weren’t by his side. He’d ask you come with him well on holiday but you couldn’t bare the thought. But that was past and now reality seeps in. You’re not in his flat or on holiday or at a symphony. You’re laying on his chest in Switzerland as it’s about to happen. As the steady heart beat you feel will soon stop and the love of your life won’t be here to love you back anymore. No more kisses, no more laughs, no more memories.
“I’m going to kidnap you.” You speak after pulling away from the kiss. The kiss that sparked so many thought. He smiles up at you and his heart swells. Y/n Clark always one to stay positive in the worst of situations. Always one to make jokes. Always one to still be able to smile while crying.
“Where will we go?” Tom questions wishing he could run his hand down your back to calm you down and wipe the endless tears from your eyes. He could even come to the conclusion of self loathing because he couldn’t do that for you, he can’t do anything for you. And that is what helps him to not change his mind. You don’t deserve this kind of life.
“Paris.” You answer. The one word sentence doesn’t need more detail. He knows the reference. As he squeezes his eyes shut he imagines the two of you sitting across from each other in those chairs that never sit level on the pavement. It’s hot out but there’s a nice breeze. As you both sip your cups of strong coffee and spread raspberry jam with unsalted butter on a fresh croissant. He’d find himself reaching a hand across the table to hold yours and all the pretty french girls trying to give him the eye he’d ignore. He’d only look at you with love and adoration and happiness. Even though in his mind he was facing you, he had no doubt your legs would be clad in the bumblebee striped tights. A smile is held on his face, his eyes closed. And that is how he spends his last moments. You in his arms, the feeling of your breath on his chest and the thought of Paris with you outside his favorite cafe.
A/N: Okay so this isn’t my best I just love this movie ok like I wish I wrote this movie tbh
Pairing: Fuckboy!Tom Fuckboy!Harrison x OC!Valerie
Summary: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfeild are Lakeview High’s biggest rivals. They go head to head in anything and everything. They fight for football captain, chairman of the student union, the highest marks, you name it, they make it a competition. But one thing they’ve been tied in since junior year; how many girls’ V-cards they’ve happily cashed in. So what happens when Valerie Black starts senior year at Lakeview and just so happens to be, the last virgin standing.
who is most likely to want to travel to australia and just hug a koala
Ok idk why I see this but SAM
Sam: he’d be so excited and smiley to hug the Koala and he’d be like “babe are you filming this? Are you?” And all gittery and giggly and he’d record your experience too and the rest of the trip there would be amazing and romantic at the same time. You’d visit the Sydney opera house and take cute couple pictures there as you admire the stage and the organ and he’d want to play it really bad but you’d settle for taking a photo of him sitting like he is and it’d be trio the two of you would always remember.
Mlt surprise you with the best tickets to a Taylor Swift concert (because I am obsess with Taylor and would do anything for her!)
Omg Tay Tay is the shit! Ok so I could see Harrison doing this but any of them would love to surprise you with tickets
Harrison: he would have the tickets like weeks in advance and he almost could wait to give them to you. But he’d also buy you a new outfit for the concert too and have it all set up and you’d be like “?? What’s this haz?” And he’d smile wide and be like “oh did I forget something?” And pull an envelope from his back pocket and hand it to you and when you open it and see it’s two tickets and back stage passes for Taylor Swift you’d scream and jump up and down a hug him and cry and he’d be soooo happy that he made you that happy and you’d have the best night of your life with the love of your life!
Ok so again I’d say all but I also just think Sam would the most.
sam: like he’s not super use to being away from you. Where as Tom, Harrison, and Harry all have traveled a lot and it’d be easier in a way. But sam stayed for school and stuff so he’s use to always only being about 5 minutes away. He wouldn’t be himself when he first went away with Tom. Even cooking dinner one night he didn’t find much joy in it because you wouldn’t show up that night and enjoy it too. He’d call a lot and text and post like miss you quote and stuff so it’d take him awhile to adjust if he ever could.
Most likely to get jealous? Like dating wise not just friends
Oooh good one! Definitely to me would be Harry Holland
Harry: he’d clinch his jaw and fiddle what his finger and trying to kill the guy or girl talking to you with his looks. He’d try and signal to them that you’re his and no one else’s. He’d cling to you and have an arm around your or kiss your temple and try to get them to leave. He would hate when others tried to flatter you. That’s his job. And he’d definitely show you who’s boss when you’d both be alone. And let’s be honest harry is adorable when he’s jealous and amazing in the bedroom when he’d jealous too ;)
who’s be most likely to surprise you? Like for birthdays holidays and arriving home early or just surprise gifts? I think about this a lot
I’m thinking about this a lot too now 😩 not to answer stereotypically but honestly Tom would!
Tom: He would LOVE surprising you. He’d always have the best ideas running through his head about what’s next, and how he could make you smile or sometimes be so happy your cry. That’s the only time he’d like when you cried. He’d always keep in mind your favorite things and use them to his advantage. Like how you had break from school or the day off work cause of Christmas so he’d stay up all night hand making a present then ask you to come over and hang and BOOM! There’d be an amazing gift and your favorite flowers. Coming home early from filing would be his favorite surprise!! Because being that far away put stress on the relationship of course. And those are the times you’d cry from happiness :,)
