San (PITTAYA SAECHUA aka DAOU) can not accept the fates would reincarnate his beloved Miss Vad into a man. Let alone a man like Vee (KANTAPON JINDATAWEEPHOL aka OFFROAD)
But when Vee grabs San from behind insisting they have a connection, San can't hold back as he looks into Vee's eyes. San without hesitation kisses Vee.
A continuation of the shower scene. It's not completely necessary to understand this but helps with background :)
followed by: the press junket
Ship: Tom Holland x Reader
Word Count: 2272
Warnings: mentions of alcohol; some banter that could maybe be considered spicy
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You fluffed your hair in the mirror one last time, glancing over your features to make sure everything was in order before heading out.
It was premiere day, something that you'd only done a few other times and would probably always be nervous for.
You were especially nervous this time, because one, you'd be showing a film that included you and Tom Holland naked in a shower together and two, you were still currently trying to hide your relationship.
Your hands smoothed over the skirt of your dress when a larger pair wrapped around your waist and a chin nestled over your shoulder.
You couldn't help but giggle as Tom pressed himself against your back. You looked back up at the mirror, your hands resting over top of his.
"You look absolutely smashing, my darling," he whispered. You rolled your eyes at his proper speech.
"Why thank you, my love," you answered in an accent imitating his before turning in his arms to face him.
Instinctively, you reached up to fix the collar of his shirt and turn the pin attached to it right side up.
"You don't look half bad yourself," you complimented, smiling and pressing a quick peck to his lips.
"That's all I get, huh," he questioned, brows raised, before he broke out in laughter.
Your head shook as you walked away to grab your bag.
"Can't be throwing out too many compliments, we're still trying to keep this under wraps, remember? Might as well use some practice phrases. You'll hear the good stuff when we get back tonight."
"The good stuff, huh? I guess I can wait if you're making that a promise."
You shot him a look.
In the almost year since you'd started dating (all because of one little shower scene), somehow you and Tom had been able to hide your relationship from the public.
Sure, a few friends here and there knew, but between filming, living mostly in different cities, and the power of FaceTime, the media and fans hadn't caught any real evidence of your relationship.
It wasn't all great, of course. Your meetings included a lot of sneaking around, which while it could be a turn on, was also a hassle.
It meant showing up places at wildly different times, having to link up at mutual friends' places to seem less suspicious, and being extremely careful of what was posted on your personal social media accounts.
At this point it was tiring, but you'd both agreed to try and hold off being public until the film had been released in the hopes that people wouldn't let it cloud their judgements on your acting skills, and so far it had worked.
One nice thing about a premiere, though, was that you were able to stay in the same hotel together without too much suspicion.
Most of the cast and crew were staying in the same place, and you'd made a deal with Tom to get separate rooms and let one of your families stay in one while you and Tom took the other.
However, you did still need to leave and arrive at the theatre separately.
"You should actually be downstairs right now, mister," you said, glancing at the clock.
"I know, I know. I just wanted to marvel at my girl now so I don't get caught staring on the red carpet," he rebutted, waggling his brows. "But seriously I should actually get down there so I will see you in a bit. Don't miss me too much."
He came over and pecked you once again before heading to the door.
"I'll try my best. I can't be swooning over you out there either. Love youuuu."
"No! Love you!" he exclaimed, pointing in your direction.
With that he was out the door and you were left to overthink the coming evening for the next twenty minutes.
To pass the time, you went into the large bathroom, finding yours and Tom's stylists packing up their kits and chatting.
Thankfully they were more than happy to let you hang out before their own rides would also get there, so the anxiousness was pushed out of mind until you got a text requesting your presence in the lobby.
Your heels clacked powerfully across the tiles as a hotel employee escorted you to the front.
The was no point seeming nervous when you looked so damn fine.
It took a moment to actually get in the car, so as not to wrinkle up your dress or mess up your hairdo.
Your stomach was now turning as the car made its way down the street. You were really only going a few blocks but highly trafficked roads and fans lining the streets slowed things down, giving you plenty of time to overthink things.
As you got closer, you let yourself stare out the darkly tinted windows, smiling as you watched faces flash by, even though they couldn't see yours.
Finally the car came to a stop and a man came to your door.
"Alright. Let's do this thing," you muttered to yourself as the door opened and bright sunlight shone around you.
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"Y/n! Y/n, over here!" called male and female voices alike.
You tried to keep a stoic look as camera shutters clicked and fans yelled in excitement, but you couldn't help but laugh and smile once thinking about how incredibly amazing it all really was.
You were waved along to move down the carpet towards interviews, where hungry journalists hoped to get a word in with you to make a buck off their clickbait youtube videos.
You couldn't blame them, but you had to steel yourself ahead of time, knowing that there was a high chance of being asked some highly personal questions.
After getting through a couple of them, you spotted some brown curls down the line and smirked.
Tom was in the middle of giving an interview, so you skipped by some of the microphones held out to sneak up behind him.
"...Yeah I mean it really was a great experience doing this film and-"
Tom jumped as you poked some fingers into his ticklish sides and you laughed at his reaction.
"Well speak of the devil," he started once realized it was you, turning to give you a friendly side hug, pretending you hadn't just seen each other off a half hour earlier. "I was just telling everyone about how wonderful it was working with you."
"Oh really? So you left out the part about where I'm horribly rude and demanding at all times?" you joked, causing Tom to respond with his own sarcasm.
"Well now that you mention it..."
Everyone laughed again and Tom signed off from that reporter, stepping back to speak with you before either of you could get caught up in another interview.
"Glad you finally made it. You got off okay with the paparazzi so far? I know it can be draining."
He was so worried about you, it was endearing. You wanted to grab his hands and reassure him, but with all the cameras and people around you resorted to folding your arms and giving him a look.
"Yes, Thomas, I'm doing just fine. You don't need to worry about me. I need to hang back for a few more minutes since I missed a couple interviews but why don't you head in and I'll catch up with you. It's not like I won't get a seat."
"Alright, alright. I'm going to go chat with the boys over that way and we can all head in once you're done."
With that you were in agreement, so you went your separate ways again.
Once inside, you greeted the friends and family whom you had invited as guests along with other cast and crew members you hadn't seen in months.
Finally, after all of the time outside, you were ushered to your seats in preparation for the film.
As expected, you and Tom were seated together in some of the best seats in the house. I wasn't unusual to put the stars together like that, with your guests seated around you.
There was still some chatter in the theatre before the lights finally dimmed, and you and Tom looked at each other anxiously.
"You ready for this?" he asked.
"'Bout as ready as I was for our shower scene," you quipped, giving him a nervous grin.
His hand softly slipped into yours and squeezed around your fingers.
"Well we all know that that turned out well, so I wouldn't be too worried," he winked.
It felt weird holding hands with Tom in a room crowded with people, but with dim lights and everyone's eyes on the silver screen, you were put at ease by his affectionate touch.
As the film progressed, you continued to feel more relaxed. The sounds of people's laughter at your dry humor causing some of your anxieties to fade.
You knew it was coming, though. The scene.
Over the course of filming, you'd gotten to know the script really well, so you were mentally counting down minutes for the scene.
It would be yours and Tom's first times seeing the scene in its entirety as well.
After filming those passionate moments in a tiny shower, the director had shown you a few clips to get your opinion and explain how much she loved that Tom picking you up and holding you against the wall had been in frame and focus.
You could tell Tom knew it was coming, too, because he squeezed your hand and threw you a knowing grin.
And suddenly you were watching yourself make out with the man sitting next to you, blown up on a giant wall for the people you knew best and loved most to watch with you.
There were hoots and hollers across the theatre as the tension that had culminated between your characters was broken under a little silver faucet.
It felt scandalous to see Tom massaging your chest and you leaping onto his hips just to be kissed sloppily against that tile wall. The shampoo running down your shoulders and water washing it all away.
You were glad the room was dark, because your cheeks were blazing hot from embarrassment as your friend reached forward and shook your shoulders in jest.
Thankfully the spiciest scene of the film was finally over, and you could actually relax and watch the rest in peace.
When the credits started rolling, Tom leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple.
"I'm so proud of you, darling," he whispered.
"Thank you, baby. You were incredible."
As the lights went up cheers and applause rang out across the room and the director ran towards the screen with a microphone to make a quick speech.
"Hello, everyone! I just want to thank you all for coming. This is something I have been so passionate about and so excited to share with the world. I especially want to thank my amazing stars, Tom and Y/n."
She gestured to you both and people cheered again. You both stood up and gave a quick wave and joking bow.
"I'm so thankful for the work they put in and am so lucky to have had these amazing creatives to collaborate with. I mean, without their improv skills, we would not have had such an electric scene filmed in a tiny bathroom over one afternoon."
People laughed and clapped as your face heated up once again. You'd somehow almost forgotten that small detail of the film.
She wrapped up the speech with thanks to the other people who'd worked on the film as well and with that, you were ready to go to an afterparty.
The afterparty was a place to let loose with the people you knew best. There would be no need to hide yours and Tom's relationship there as you danced and drank and socialized.
It was some of the most fun you'd had in a while, getting to be a normal couple with Tom around other people. For a couple hours, you hung out and danced and talked to everyone you wanted to.
Finally you acknowledged how tired your feet were and how ready you were to crawl into bed with your boyfriend and prepared to leave.
There were people around you leaving as well when you got to the doorway and kissed Tom for probably the hundredth time that night.
But this time was different.
Because the second you pulled away to look outside for the car picking you up, you accidentally caught the eyes of a paparazzo with a shocked look.
You were officially busted.
He continued clicking photos of you holding hands and you knew that in probably half an hour he would sell them for thousands of dollars and the news would hit the internet.
And for once you didn't care anymore, instead leaning up to kiss Tom again, just so everyone knew he was actually yours and you were his.
You didn't have to explain it to Tom, either. He 'd seen it too.
Getting in the car headed to your hotel, you and Tom wordlessly cuddled in the backseat. As you were pulling into the lot, he leaned down, lips touching your ear.
"You know, that summer air was hot this evening, and after all the dancing we did, I think I might just need a shower," he whispered.
"Is that so? Personally I was considering a bath with the way my feet are absolutely aching," you countered. His brows shot up.
"Well, then. It's a good thing we opted for the room with the bigger tub."
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A/N: And here it is! The follow up to the shower scene. I loved doing the dialogue in this one! I hope you all enjoyed :)
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