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Dreamology | Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom is the boy of your dreams...literally. After everything you have been through together with him asleep, will fate finally bring you together while you’re awake?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, oneshot

Warnings: fluff :) some light angst and a nightmare

Word Count: 5.3k (that’s my longest ever!)

Notes: This is inspired by the book Dreamology by Lucy Keating. Definitely the hardest I’ve ever worked on a oneshot, so please enjoy!

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You raced on the steps of Colosseum, trying to catch up with the boy of your dreams.

“Tom! Wait for me!”

You giggled as Tom reached the top, cheering and jumping up and down.

“Oh my god, Y/N! This is absolutely amazing! I can’t believe you went here!”

Finally, you reached the top, standing next to him, and touching shoulders as you looked over the city of Rome.

“Me either,” you panted, taking it all in. “It was incredible. But, the Colosseum was a little more worn down.”

Tom sighed, happy and content. The two of you stared at the city lights. The lights shined like glitter, and in the sky, the Aurora Borealis shone brightly.

“I also don’t think the Northern Lights can be seen in Rome,” he commented.

You shrugged. “Must be your doing. Or my brain got bored, wanted to throw in something special.”

Tom turned toward you, leaning one arm against the stone of the Colosseum and the other grabbed your hand. You felt butterflies swim up your chest and heat your cheeks.

“This is amazing. Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” you answered while smiling.

He pulled you in, wrapping his arms around you and putting his chin on your shoulder you can look out over the city together.

“Let’s come here every night.”

“It’s your turn tomorrow,” you answered, amused.

“Well, I choose here again. This is beautiful, you are beautiful… I wish I could just stay here forever.”

“Me too.”

You yawned leaning further into him.

“Nooo,” he whined. “Don’t fall asleep. I want to stay with you longer.”

You smiled at him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He sighed, kissing your forehead.

“See you tomorrow.”

---

The mornings were always your favorite. For a few blissful moments when you woke up, you could still pretend Tom was there, right next to you, holding you tightly. Every detail was memorized and perfect.

But, ultimately, you had to get up, and you had to face reality.

A reality where Tom doesn’t exist.

The first time Tom showed up in your dreams or you ever really remember dreaming at all, you were seven. Nothing was out of the usual, but when you closed your eyes that night, a boy was there on the other side.

You were standing in a field of rolling green grass. The sun was high and shining, warm on your skin. Ahead, back turned to you, sat a boy your age with curly brown hair. You were confused at who this might be, but not scared.

In fact, you felt safe and comfortable. And you were even aware of the fact that you dreaming, which you hadn’t recalled ever doing before.

You walked towards him slowly. Grass squishing between your toes.

“Hello,” you said when you finally reached him.

He jumped back, surprised. “Oh, hi,” he responded, obviously a little shy.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Tom. Who are you?”

“I’m Y/N.”

Tom smiled at you and you took that as a sign to sit down next to him.

“Where are we?” you asked.

He shrugged.

“I don’t know, but it’s really pretty.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Want to play tag?”

Tom immediately nodded with a grin and you both stood up, chasing after each other all night.

Looking back, you always laughed at the memory. You were seven so, of course, the first idea that came to your mind was to play a game of tag. But, little did you know, Tom and you were just alike and quickly grew to be best friends.

“We are just dreaming, right?” you asked, sad as you began to grow tired after your long time of playing tag with Tom that first night you dreamt of him.

He looked down.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He grinned and the two of you hugged.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And the next night, you did see him. And you saw him every night after that. Usually, the location changed automatically when you were younger. But, as you both grew older, you learned how to control the dreams and the locations.

The world was at yours and Tom’s fingertips.

You could show each other memories, you could make up places, go to places that you’ve always wanted to go to. But, it was always easier to go to a place in your memories, sometimes adding elements or combining both you and Tom’s memories together.

And, as you grew older, you and Tom fell in love. You had decided that you were soulmates, and each time you fell asleep, you looked forward to being with him. You could be your self with Tom 100%. There was no pretending.

After a bad day, he would comfort you. And you would do the same with him. You’d give each other advice for real-life stuff, and try to make sure that each other were loved and supported.

There were only a few setbacks.

It’s hard to explain, but there were unwritten rules when it came to these dreams, and it didn’t take long before you and Tom figured it out.

For one, you couldn’t give any personal information about yourself besides your first name, age, and birthday. Anything that could hint to a location was barred out. There was no explaining it, you simply could not talk about it.

The memories were also altered to avoid revealing locations. Anything that gave away how to find each other was blurred or changed. For example, when you went to Rome, you couldn’t tell him or show him you were there. But, the moment you left, you could tell him and show him anything you wanted to.

The most you knew about Tom’s actual info, like the stuff you would find on a driver’s license, was that he is a boy, he is the same age as you, his birthday is June 1st, and he has a British accent, which gave you a clue. But for all you knew, he could be British and be living somewhere else entirely.

You couldn’t make plans to meet up. You couldn’t find each other awake. Those were the unwritten rules.

You both hated them, but as you got older, it didn’t matter. You were just happy to have each other when you went to sleep, even if it was kind of weird.

Because your dreams were so uniquely centered around Tom, and they were lucid and vivid, you never related to anyone else when they would talk about their dreams.

“You are telling me you dream up a boy you’ve never met every single night?” your friend asked you one day at lunch in middle school.

“Yeah...is that weird?”

“It’s pretty weird. It happens every night and you remember them?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, of course.”

“Wild.”

A few years later, another friend would try to get you to forget about Tom.

“Come on, Y/N. How about you try to date someone that’s… I don’t know… real? Dream boy sounds like a dream, but you deserve to have an awake life, too.”

But, you never did find anyone else. Tom had just set too many high expectations for you, and every time you tried to connect with someone, it didn’t stick.

You and Tom avoided talking about real-life relationships as much as possible. It was weird, and it usually made things more complicated. And besides, it was most likely that Tom wasn’t even real anyway, so it was unrealistic to give each other expectations about who to and who not to date in awake life unless the other was asking for advice.

Ultimately, though, it didn’t matter. You and Tom loved the time you got together.

You were lying on a hammock on a beach. The waves were crashing, and the sun had been frozen at sunset for a few hours now. You were growing worried. For the first time in your life, Tom was nowhere to be found.

It was year 8 in school. Tom and you had been growing even more cuddly lately. You were both excited for the summer and looking forward to high school.

It was normal to be off a little here and there. Sometimes you would beat him to sleep and other times he would beat you. When you were little, it was easier. You both had a bedtime around the same time. But, once you hit middle school, it became normal for you both to fall asleep at different times. Usually, it was around the same, but sometimes you would go to bed early and he would stay up late doing homework. Or vice versa.

At least you knew that you were on the same or close timezones.

But, at the four-hour mark of him not showing up, it was pretty concerning. You had gone to be pretty late anyway. It was a Friday, so you were free to do whatever you wanted. But, Tom not being here? That was a first.

That four-hour mark hit and you grew frantic. The scene changed from one of a gorgeous sunset to that of a small, dark, stormy island. It was rocky, and you were at the top, alone. You were scared. It was windy, and you were soaked from head to toe, shivering.

You tried to stop it, but the nerves of Tom not showing up anymore made you lose control.

You experienced your first ever nightmare.

Another four hours, and you were miserable, begging to wake up. Worried that Tom was hurt, and you just wanted to be done with this nightmare.

And suddenly Tom was there.

“Y/N!” he screamed, realizing where you and he were.

“Tom?” you screamed back through the rain.

He reached for you, and the moment the two of you touched, the rain lessened. But it didn’t stop entirely.

“Darling, what are we doing here? Are you okay?” he asked frantically, searching you over.

“I-I… I couldn’t control it… you… I was scared…,”

Tom didn’t wait for you to finish your thoughts. Instead, he focused on changing the scene. The next thing you knew, you and him were back on the warm beach. You, however, were still soaked and shivering.

Tom took off his jacket and wrapped it around you. He pulled you down with him, sitting in the sand, and you fell into his chest.

“Where have you been? I-I was so worried,” you said to him.

He sighed. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. My friend had a birthday party and we ended up staying up all night playing games. I must’ve finally crashed. I didn’t know you would be worried.”

“Oh. I just… I didn’t know what happened. This had never happened before, and the next thing I knew I couldn’t control anything in the scene.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll warn you next time.”

“You better,” you answered, finally smiling at him. Your body suddenly dried and you were wearing new clothes.

You yawned loudly. Tom smirked.

“Already waking up?”

You rolled your eyes.

“You were up all night! Now it’s your turn to spend some time alone.”

“Fine, fine. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.”

---

As you got older, you longed to know even more about each other. You just wanted to meet him in real life. Or rather, you wanted him to be real. You didn’t want to only have him in your dreams.

You were sitting in floaties in a lazy river of this waterpark you went to one time. Tom was to your right in his own tube.

“So, I have this really cool opportunity coming up,” he mentioned casually.

“Hm?”

You were both 18. It was the summer before your freshman year of college, but it looked like Tom had other plans in mind.

“It’ll be a long process. Probably a whole year. But, if I get it, it could change my entire life.”

“Wow, Tom. That’s amazing. It’s good, I hope?”

He grinned, “Yeah, very good.”

The next thing you knew, Tom was jumping over into your tube and you squealed. The tube expanded to fit both of you, and Tom wrapped you in his arms.

“I hope it works out,” you finally said after you were both settled.

“Me too,” he said and kissed you on the cheek.

---

He never really mentioned it after that. You had no idea what it was, so you figured that whatever it was must’ve put his location in jeopardy. That was another rule you discovered when you got old enough. Careers were off the table.

You had ideas though. You knew it was creative, and you were pretty sure it had something to do with the performing arts. Tom liked to dance and put on little plays for you sometimes.

You, however, were going to college for film production.

It was during your sophomore year that everything changed.

You were with one of your friends who was a total Marvel nerd. You were eating lunch together when she squealed suddenly, causing you to jump.

“What was that all about?” you grumbled, tired from your day of classes. You still had one to go, but you couldn’t wait to get back to your dorm room and relax.

“Marvel just posted who they are casting as Spider-Man! Spider-Man, Y/N! In the MCU! This is absolutely nuts!”

You chuckled, but you didn’t really care. You had seen most of the Marvel films, but you weren’t really obsessed like your friend was.

“Oooh, he’s pretty cute,” your friend said.

She turned her phone around to show you and you immediately froze, the cup that you were setting down now stuck in mid-air in your hand.

It was Tom. Your Tom.

Your friend was starting to feel awkward when you finally unfroze from the spell.

“Give me that!” you said, snatching the phone out of her hand.

“Hey,” she whined but didn’t really care.

Your heart, however, was beating out of your chest. Fingers shaking, you scrolled through the article, barely reading the words. All you could focus on was the pictures and the name.

Tom Holland.

“What is it?” your friend asked, gazing at you with a curious expression.

“I-uh… I have to go.”

You stood quickly, gathering your things. You made the easy decision to skip your next class, and went back to your dorm room.

You set down everything haphazardly on your bed and went to your desk to open your laptop. The name ‘Tom Holland’ immediately went into the search bar, pulling up mostly articles about the Spider-Man announcement. But, finally, you found an IMDb page that showed everything he was in before.

Just to think, at any time in the past few years, you could’ve accidentally watched one of his movies and discovered him long ago.

Would the rules change now? Would you be able to talk about him to him? You started getting excited for the night.

---

Of course, hours later, you were so nervous and excited you couldn’t fall asleep. You sighed, frustrated, checking the time to see 1:01 am. Tom was probably already asleep and waiting for you. It was another hour before you finally crashed.

“About time,” Tom says when you enter the dreamland.

He’s smiling-- no, he’s glowing. He looks radiant and powerful, and full of joy. If you weren’t so focused on revealing what you know, you probably would have just kissed him all night.

You are in his bedroom, the one from when he was little. The bed sheets are Spider-Man themed and he has trophies on the wall. You had a feeling you knew why Tom chose this place tonight over another. Sometimes the subconscious chooses for you. A time where Spider-Man was only a dream must be on his.

He’s sat up on the bed, leaning on his arms casually, looking at you as you stand in the sunshine coming through the window.

“Thomas Stanley Holland,” you said, punctuating each word. “Your parents are Dominic and Nikki Holland. You live in London, England. You're an actor. You used to be Billy Elliot. And now, you are the next Spider-Man.”

You finished with a smile, matching his grin.

“You know,” is all he said, eyes full of wonder.

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

You jumped onto his bed, and he wrapped you into a big hug.

“The rules must’ve changed,” you said.

“At least for me, anyway. I still don’t know about you.”

“Maybe you will, someday. Now that I know you are real and not a figment of my imagination.”

After that, the two of you spent the rest of the night figuring out the logistics. Your instinct was to immediately go find him. Now that you had his info, you could meet up. The problems were that you still couldn’t talk about meeting up, Tom knew nothing about you, and the topic sort of… made him nervous.

“Don’t you think finding each other would mean… I don’t know, upsetting the cosmos?” he said, when you brought up the topic.

“Upsetting the cosmos?” you asked, eyebrows raised. “Since when have we cared about upsetting the cosmos?”

He sighed, clearly trying to not upset you, but knowing that he probably would.

“Look, it’s just that… we already have an amazing gig here. We get to be with each other every night. Do whatever we want. And there’s these rules… that are clearly controlled. So what happens when we do exactly what those rules have tried to prevent us from?”

You stared at him.

“We get to be together, Tom. For real. People don’t think I’m crazy because I’m obsessed with the boy in my head.”

“I just don’t think we should rush into this. Trust me, darling, I want to see you too. But, I also don’t want to ruin what we have. Besides, my memories from these dreams have always been different than yours. What if I don’t remember you out there? What if we meet and we forget because we upset the cosmos?”

You rolled your eyes. “You're being superstitious.”

“I’m being careful.”

You turned away from him.

“Hey,” he said gently, reaching for your hand. “I’m sorry. Please, do you understand?”

You sighed, finally looking at him again.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Despite your general anger, things cleared up between you two pretty quickly. You never could argue for long, but this little debate lasted over a week. You were upset and you felt like he didn’t want you in his life.

Nonetheless, he kept reassuring you, making you know that he loved you, and trying to make it up to you. He really was just paranoid and worried what would happen if the two of you met in real life.

---

Time passed.

And as it did, things changed.

A lot of things.

The first year or so, it was fine. Everything was great. But then, Captain America: Civil War came out. Tom Holland’s popularity was growing.

Tom began to have more responsibilities with press work. He got signed to more movie roles, and soon he was jet-setting across the world.

That was the worst part, you thought. When he was traveling and the timezones changed, you often didn’t see each other for days. You hated it.

One time, you didn’t see him for almost two weeks, and it would’ve been longer if he hadn’t forced himself to take a nap so he could see you.

When he finally would come back, he was exhausted, and instead of wanting to talk, he usually just wanted to cuddle in some dream cloud. This was fine, of course. You were just happy to have him back, but for the first time in your life, Tom wasn’t always there to talk to you.

And as the fame grew, so did the inconsistency.

It was just hard to line sleeping schedules up. You were busy with school, him with his career. It was also weird because while you knew everything about him, he didn’t know anything about you.

Sure, he knew you. He knew you better than anyone. But, he didn’t even know your last name. Or where you lived. Or what you were studying.

During the day, Tom didn’t have to be reminded over and over every time he got on social media that you were out there in the world and he couldn’t see you. But, that’s what you had to deal with.

Now, it really wasn’t all bad. It was just different sometimes than what you had been used to your entire life. There were still plenty of nights that it was just the same old Tom and you, causing trouble, laughing all night, holding each other in each other’s arms.

There were still plenty of the good moments. It was just strange that there were some bad moments. Those never happened before.

---

A couple years passed, and you finally graduated school. It was time to dive into the work field and as a film production major, the place to do that was in LA.

You and Tom were sitting at the top of an old stone castle. It was sunset, and you guys were having a picnic. This was one of the better nights as of recently. Tom wasn’t working, so he was home.

He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in the light of the sunset.

“So,” you began. “I have some news.”

Tom perked up, looking at you. He gave you a slight smile.

“Oh yeah?”

You smiled back, a little nervous. It was always hard to talk about where the two of you were going. The “cosmos” as Tom had started to call it in the past few years prevented you from saying anything. Even when Tom went on business trips, you never knew where he was exactly until he got back.

“Yeah,” you responded. “I’m… I’m moving. For my career.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised.

“Oh. Oh, that’s… that’s great. You’re moving… like far?”

You nodded. “Like different timezones far.”

“Wow, well, I’m happy for you. I still think it’s unfair you get to know my career but I don’t know yours.”

You smiled, laying your head against his chest.

“Yeah, well, you just had to go and become famous.”

He wrapped his arms around you.

“Are you excited to move?” he asked quietly after a moment.

You nodded. “Yeah. I think so. I think it’ll be my best chance at a good opportunity.”

“That’s wonderful, love. Whatever it is, I know you’ll be great.”

“Thank you.”

He looked down at you.

“I love you, you know that?”

You couldn’t help but grin, reaching up and giving him a soft kiss.

“I love you too.”

He yawned and carded his hand through your hair. It was his tell-- you knew he was about to wake up.

“See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.”

---

It took awhile, and a lot of hard work, but before you knew it, you were steady on your feet in Los Angeles, the film capital of the world.

During this time, you and Tom were still close. The timezones thing didn’t end up being too big of an issue most of the time.

After a bit of time though, you got an exciting gig, working on a new big movie. There were some big stars in the cast, and you would be working in the camera department. Already, people were saying this movie could be an Oscar contender, so to say the least, you were ecstatic.

It was your first day on set. You were setting up some cameras that the Director of Photography had instructed you to do. A lot of the crew was milling around. Today was the first scene with actual actors, and you were excited to meet them.

You were pretty sure the last you heard the lead was Timothée Chalamet.

The door to the studio opened, and you heard the director cheer in the distance.

“Ah wonderful!” she, the director, said.

You were tightening a tripod when the director continued talking.

“Everyone! Can I get your attention?”

The whole room quieted down as people turned their heads to the director. You finished tightening the tripod as she said, “I know things have been hectic trying to get the cast secured… Unfortunately, Timothée Chalamet had to drop out of this film in favor of another.”

Finally, you looked up.

“Luckily,” she continued, “We got Tom Holland to sign on last minute.”

You froze.

Your eyes were wide.

Your heart was pounding.

There was blood rushing to your head.

You weren’t even breathing.

Instead, your eyes were locked on him.

On Tom.

Your Tom.

Your living and breathing Tom who was standing 10 yards away from you in full costume for the role.

He smiled at everyone, waving, and then, his eyes locked to yours.

You couldn’t even smile or try to do anything; you just stared at him in complete and utter shock.

He was staring too. For a moment. And then another. His eyes were wide. Another moment passed. And then his face went slack, like it wasn’t phased at all, and continued to smile at the crowd.

The director said some more stuff that you didn’t hear, and before long, everyone was back to work. You didn’t move. At least, you didn’t move until the DP came over to you, nudging you on the shoulder.

“Hello, earth to Y/N,” he said, waving his hand in front of your face. “It’s time to film the first scene for today.”

You shook out of your trance.

“Uh, right, right. Sorry, yeah. Let’s do this.”

That entire day was torture. You were focus pulling the camera, making sure the actor, Tom, was in focus no matter how much he or the camera moved. It was a hard enough job how it was, but now? Now, it was extremely difficult. Your hands were shaking the whole day. You weren’t even sure if you took a full breath once.

When it was finally over, and the last scene of the day wrapped, Tom made a swift exit, heading out to get his makeup off and costume off. You had to help pack up the cameras with the crew.

You were moving extremely fast, trying to get done, and the moment that you were, you darted off to the costume trailers, praying he was still there.

He was, and you barged in. Thankfully, he was already dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. He was in the process of tying his shoes when you came in. Luckily, no one else was there.

He looked up, surprised. You froze again.

“Can I help you?” he finally said.

You frowned. The boy you knew better than anyone was right in front you, and it was like he didn’t even know you.

“Do you… do you remember me?”

He shook his head slowly.

“I’m sorry. I don’t.”

He gulped, and you squinted at him.

It was quiet as the two of you stared at each other.

“You’re lying,” you finally said, shocked.

“What?” he responded quickly. “No I’m not.”

“Yes you are,” you exaggerated, pointing your finger at him. “You always do that gulp thing when you are lying!”

He stared at you, tense for a moment before sighing and slumping against the counter.

“Aha!” you exclaimed. “See! Why did you lie to me?”

You were surprised at how natural it felt. You thought for sure that you would be frozen and nervous while trying to speak to him, but right now, the two of you together. It felt natural. Like it was just an ordinary dream.

Except this time, it was real life.

“I’m sorry,” Tom said, looking over with a pained smile. “I… I panicked.”

“Because of the cosmos? Well,” you said, lifting your arms out and looking around, “looks like nothing has exploded yet.”

You and Tom stared at each other, smiles slowly and slowly growing until both of you were grinning.

He flew out of his seat and pulled you into a hug, spinning you around.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is real! Are you sure we aren’t dreaming?” he said.

You giggled, and he set you down, hands still on your arms.

“I’m pretty sure we aren’t,” you said, and unexpectedly tears welt in your eyes.

“Aw, don’t cry,” he said, lifting his palm to your cheek. You set your hand over his.

You giggled again, tears falling. Tom also got nervous when you cried.

“I’m just so happy. I- I can’t believe it.”

“Me either, darling. But here we are.”

He looked deeply into your eyes, and you felt like melting. You felt like you were dreaming in real life. You finally understood what people meant to feel like that.

“Y/N?”

He said your name. He said it so softly that the world could have suddenly disappeared and your name would still go on drifting into eternity. You loved the way he said your name, and to hear it in real life, in person, while awake, it was something truly magical.

“Tom?”

He pushed a piece of hair out of your face.

“I love you,”

You giggled again, and he smiled and poked your nose.

“I love you too,” you responded, barely believing that this was happening.

And he pulled you in for the most magical kiss you had ever shared.

---

That night, there was a lot of talking. You went back to his place, and you told each other everything… everything you didn’t know anyway. (Which truthfully wasn’t much, but was still a lot).

He learned your full name, and kept saying it over and over. You were pretty sure he never stopped smiling the whole night. You didn’t either.

You told him about your career, about living in LA. You talked about each other’s hometowns which was an exciting first for both of you. One you had been wondering about forever.

Turns out, Tom’s brothers, Harry and Sam, who you definitely knew, (Sometimes they appeared in Tom’s memories.) knew about Tom’s dreams. You never really told anyone in your family about them, but Tom was pretty excited to call them and introduce you to them. They thought the whole situation was fascinating.

You continued to talk to Tom for the whole night. You snuggled up with him in bed, and you both just rambled and rambled about all the things you were never allowed to talk about before.

You don’t even remember falling asleep, you just know that you did because the next thing you knew, you were on an airplane.

For a little, you barely noticed you were dreaming… sometimes it was like that. But when you did, you sat up in your seat, looking for Tom. He wasn’t there yet. You got annoyed with the airplane and changed the scene to somewhere in your hometown. Somewhere you had never been allowed to show before.

Meaning, the rules must’ve changed. You can show Tom everything now.

It didn’t take him long to get there, excited as soon as he saw you. You embraced and both rejoiced in the fact that you didn’t have to lose this special part of your lives.

“Guess the restrictions are gone now. Tom… this is my hometown.”

You spent half the night showing him your “restricted” memories and the other half looking at his. You made promises to go there in real life.

And when you finally settled down with him on a large tree branch, somewhere majestic and beautiful, you didn’t grow sad when you both started to get tired and you knew it was almost time to wake up.

Because when you woke up in the morning, you weren’t alone. Tom was right next to you. He had his arms around you. You were awake.

And just like that, the boy of your dreams was now your reality.

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AN: Thanks for reading! I worked super hard and long on this, so please let me know what you think :)

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