I don't know who needs to hear this on a Tuesday, but I am having a really long work day and this is helping me get through. Hope it does that for you too. NSFW, but turn up the volume on your headphones!
That Rude Laddie | Part 1 of?| Tom Holland x Reader
Ok, here we go. This is my first Tom Holland fic- pleaaaase be kind! English is not my mother tongue so I’d be eternally grateful if you correct my mistakes or tell me if something sounds funky or whatever. I’m also very inexperienced at Tumblr so idk if i’m doing this right lmao. Hope you like it!
WARNINGS: drinking, swearing (a lot), future smut.
Summary: You are a 25-y-o English teacher living with Lisa, your best friend and owner of the pub you frequently visit in need of something to soothe your aching mind and heart (so extra). Tom is a regular and has a mild crush on your BFF, so he does not appreciate you being rude to her after a particularly rough day. Things get heated.
“Bad day, huh?”
You groaned as you plopped down on the bar stool and signaled your best friend to pour you a drink. She pulled a beer -your favourite brand- from under the bar-top and slid it towards you.
“These fucking children are going to be the death of me, I swear.” you grunted as you downed half the beer, making your friend give you quite a dirty look.
“What did they do this time?”
“Nothing! That’s what they did, nothing at all!” you yelped waving your arms around, and finished the beer in one swig. “No homework, no practising, no bringing the fucking photographs, nothing! How I am supposed to help them adapt to this country if they don’t do anything I ask them to?”
“But have you talked to..?”
“Of course I fucking tried! They don’t have time, Lisa. These parents… they have to work all day. Sometimes even two jobs. They’ll do anything to support their children. To give them a better life. And how do these nasty bastards pay them back? By going to class BAREHAND-”
“Calm the fuck down! You’re going to scare all my clients away” Lisa hissed while taking the empty bottle away. She hesitated, and then replaced it with a new one. “A little help on the house,”
“Cheers!” you smiled sarcastically and gulped it down.
“I thought you liked being a teacher. You seemed so excited when you started at the school” Lisa said as she wiped the bar-top and handed you a third beer, a worried look crossing her face.
“I do, L, I do. But it’s just… I hate when they don’t commit, you know?” you sighed, trying not to show how upset the thought made you.
It was true, though. Teaching was your true passion. You had moved overseas as soon as you’d finished your teacher training course and looked for any job opportunities that involved foreign children in English speaking countries. You wanted to help so badly. You also really enjoyed preparing classes and loved the look on their faces when they suddenly understood something, or how they sometimes hugged you at the end of a fun class. Luckily, it didn’t take you too long to find a job as a teacher, and that’s where you’d met Lisa; you two clicked right away and had become inseparable ever since. Now it was your fourth year at the school and everything had gone wrong. The group was hideous -fourteen 15-year-olds who where only interested in who got more likes on their Instagram posts- and you were overwhelmed. It didn’t help much that the rest of your life was absolute shit: the falling-out with your parents, the break-up, having to move in with Lisa because you were living in that cunt of your ex-boyfriend’s flat. And nothing seemed to get better.
“I’m sorry, dear. Why don’t you wait here until I close and they we can make something to eat and keep watching Sex Education?” your bestie smiled sympathetically.
“Love the idea. But, why don’t we order pizzas instead, huh?”
“We ate pizza yesterday, Y/N,”
“So?”
“We can’t eat pizza two nights in a row,”
“Yes, we can...”
“We are adults. We can cook. And also it’s not heal...”
“Don’t you dare say it,”
“...thy”
“You said it,”
“But it’s true, Y/N, you can’t fill yourself up with empty calories every time you..”
“You’re not the boss of me,”
“And you never let me forget that. I’m just trying to help you out!”
“So help me out paying for the pizza,”
“I’ve already given you 3 free beers,”
“And that’s not healthy either, is it? So I might as well choke on pizza tonight and start dieting tomorrow,”
“You are impossible,”
“Am not”
“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt,” you suddenly heard a husky voice coming from your right. You turned around, curiosity rising, but all you could see where brunette curls poking from under a black cap. You shifted slightly in your seat trying to get a better look of his face, but he seemed to be purposely hiding it from you. “Lis, can we get the same as before? That beer was sick. I’d never tried that brand before,”
“Sure, Tom. So 5 beers and one Diet Coke, then?” L asked as she raised a hand towards you, preventing you from speaking. Time out. “Shit, there aren’t any left here. Can you wait for like 2 minutes or do you want me to take them there?”
“Nah, it’s alright. I’ll wait,” he replied, beaming at her.
His eyes didn’t leave her body until she disappeared from sight. Ugh. He took his phone out and swiped away, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth every now and again. He didn’t even look up once and you were now positively sure that he was ignoring you. Who is this guy and why is he looking at her like that? Also, why was he deliberately pretending you weren’t there? You weren’t sure if it was really you or the 3 beers that might have taken over your body, but the more he avoided you, the more you wanted him to notice you. You shifted in place one more time and cleared your throat, but he still acted like you weren’t there.
“Hey,” you said, turning around on the stool and placing your chin on your hand.
He stopped moving for a fraction of a second, and you could see, hell, feel how much he didn’t want to talk to you. You were a little bit taken aback, and the feeling intensified when he looked up at you. He was young, or at least he seemed like it. You were expecting him to be a grown-ass man… you know, those were usually stupid enough to be completely oblivious to your beauty and charm. But not a boy. How was he even in there? He couldn’t be over 18. He had no facial hair whatsoever -your ex was 30 and couldn’t grow a beer either, hon- and he was wearing a Spiderman tee.
“Hiya,” he replied, his little smile never reaching his eye, and then went back to his phone.
What is wrong with him? “It’s Tom, isn’t it? I’m Y/N,”
“Yeah,”
And nothing. Wow.
“Nice meeting you too, Tom”
He sighed and looked up, eyes facing straight forward. “What do you want?”
What did he just say? “Beg your pardon?”
“I said what do you want,”
“Hhm, rude,”
“Look who’s talking,”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You think I don’t know who you are?” he spat as he turned around, his face exuding disgust.
“Well, I don’t know who you are so I wouldn’t even know why you know me,”
“I’ve seen you a couple of times around here. I don’t like how you treat Lisa,”
“Um, excuse you? She’s my friend. You don’t get to tell me how to treat my friends,”
“And you don’t get to treat people like shit,”
“We are just fucking arou… why am I even telling you this? You don’t even know me!”
“Thank God,”
“Wow, you are one rude laddie,”
“What did you just call me?”
“I called you, Tom, a rude laddie. What are you going to do about it, huh? Call your parents? Or should I call them and tell them where you are? I’m no lenient Lisa,”
He stifled a laugh with the back of his hand. “Oh my God. You can’t be serious. You actually think I’m a little boy,”
Oh, what have I done? “Well, you certainly act like one,”
“And you certainly act like an c…”
“Ok, enough!!” Lisa cut him off, placing the beers with a loud clunk in front of Tom. “Jesus Christ, I could hear you two barking at each other from back there,”
“Y/N, Tom is 22 and he has every right to be here, so sod off. Tom, I’m sorry but Y/N is my best friend, and we do what best friends do: fuck with each other. You don’t need to stand up for me. It was very sweet, don’t get me wrong, but there was no need,” she finished, blushing a bit at the end. Really?
“Sorry, Lis. It won’t happen again. Thanks for the beers, love. I’ll send Sam if we need anything else,” he beamed at her and then proceeded to glare at you nastily before walking away.
You gave him the finger as soon as he turned around but L was having none of it.
“Come here, you little piece of sh... ARE YOU FUCKING OUT OF YOUR MIND? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Lisa yelled as she dragged you to the storage room.
“What are you yelling at me for? It’s not my bloody fault! He was being a dick to me! I just said hi and he started acting all pedantic, what was I supposed to do?”
“Are you shitting me?! Did you not realise who that was? For God’s sake, Y/N, get your head out of your ass!”
