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somewhere new

pairing: tom holland x actor!reader (just barely though)

synopsis: memories are made with tom somewhere new.

word count: 0.7k

a/n: this has been in my brain for so long </3 just a little something, hope u like it :) also pls send in some requests, i'm v uninspired

it's currently eleven o'clock at night as you lie in bed mindlessly scrolling through your phone. you are seemingly stuck in a hotel room, somewhere in the world, on a press tour for your upcoming movie. a movie you star in along with your castmate, and best friend, the one and only, tom holland.

this isn't your first press tour. and this isn't your first press tour with tom.

see a couple years ago, you were cast in your first breakout role, starring alongside tom. during the filming of that movie, you and tom seemed to just have clicked. it didn't take long before you two became close friends, exchanging teasing remarks and quickly learning each other's quirks.

so when you were given the chance to work alongside him again, you knew you had to take it. something about this gemini man pulled you in.

tom:

Wanna go somewhere? I'm bored and I miss you :)

seeing the message flash across your screen, you respond with a quick,

aww, thomas misses me?

tom:

Not anymore 🙄

god, you love how easy it is to tease him. you answer back with,

i'll be down in 10 >:|

eager to get out of the dreary room, you make your way outside the building as fast as your feet would allow. once outside, you spot tom already waiting for you. it seems he was just as eager as you.

"ready?" he asks, a cheeky smile adorning his face.

"yeah," you felt your skin heat up under his gaze, "where are we going?"

"wherever our legs take us."

during the last press tour, you and tom unofficially agreed to explore whatever city you found yourselves in that night. so now, as you walk to nowhere in particular, you talk about anything and everything. opening up to each other was something that has become very natural over the years. you knew not to take these walks for granted, seeing as they were the very thing that allowed you to fall in love with your best friend.

eventually, your feet brought you to a promenade. lining either side of the street were quaint, local shops. string lights zigzag above the walkway, illuminating the street with a warm hue. the only noises that could be heard were your leisurely footsteps and the strumming of a nearby guitar.

"thanks for joining me tonight." he breaks the comfortable silence, giving you the warmest smile.

"thanks for inviting me," you fluster, "i was going insane being cooped up in that room."

"i had an inkling you wanted to leave," he lightly laughs. a look of contemplation flickers over his face before continuing, "do you-"

his words were cut off by the roaring of thunder, followed by complete downpour trickling over you. seeing as you had nothing to cover you, tom quickly took his jacket off and handed it to you. creating a makeshift shelter with the clothing, you run under a store’s sunshade.

after taking some time to assess your situation, tom speaks, "so, what do we do now?"

"we dance." you respond, swiftly slipping his jacket over you.

"we what?" a bewildered expression flashes over his handsome face.

taking a step toward the rain, you offer your hand to tom.

"we dance," not seeing him budge, you tease, "what's wrong? afraid of getting a little wet?"

accepting defeat with a chuckle, tom gently takes your hand and walks you to the middle of the promenade.

wrapping your arms around his neck while his arms wrap around your waist, you lay your head softly on his chest. gently rocking side to side, the mild pitter-patter of the rain harmonizes with the street player’s guitar.

"y/n?" you feel his words vibrate through his chest. "yes?" you respond, eager to know what's been on his mind.

letting out a breathy laugh, he continues, "do you have any idea how to get back?"

slightly disappointed, you look up at him with a smile, "no clue."

his gaze falls from your eyes to your lips. overwhelmed by the intimate look, you drop your head.

the hand once planted on your waist comes up to your chin, gently lifting your head. "i want to get lost with you every night if it means i could hold you like this." his remaining hand lightly squeezes your waist as he lets out the last word.

a slight smile forms on your lips, feeling silly about ever doubting yourself, "shut up and kiss me, thomas."

a small, playful groan slips past his lips as he leans in. the kiss is short, but not without lust. only slightly pulling away, tom murmurs against your lips, "i never want to let you go."

"then don't."

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lucky stars

pairing: joshua bassett x reader

synopsis: late night drives lead to late night confessions.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: inspired by a lovely dream i had of this man :p hope you love it as much as i do! <33 p.s. i’m counting on y’all to get the reference

josh:

"hey! i miss you :p wanna go for a drive?"

seeing the message flash across your screen, you smile, replying with a simple,

"ofc! <3"

joshua had just arrived home from filming. moments alone with your best friend became a rarity, taking any chance you could to hang out.

happy to leave the comfort of your home, you hurry to get ready. your mind races as you think about what adventure you will get into tonight. car rides late at night have become a tradition of some sort for you and josh.

it was these car rides you missed most. car rides that consisted of you both singing as loud as you could. car rides that sparked countless inside jokes. car rides that made you fall in love with your best friend.

like a fanfic trope, you had fallen in love with your best friend. but unlike all those fics you've read, you were almost certain your best friend reciprocated your feelings. lingering touches here and there, frequent compliments, and oh so much more only validated your feelings.

these thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a notification coming from your phone.

"i'm here :)"

darting your way to your front door, you make sure to do a mental check for everything you need. anxiously, you take a deep breath and open the door.

your breath hitches as you see joshua, leaning against his parked car with his arms stretched out and a smile adorning his face. fumbling with your keys, eager to be in his arms again, you try your best to lock the door. once accomplished, you rush over to your curly-headed friend.

wrapping your arms securely around his neck, you let out a muffled "i missed you, joshy."

"happy to be back." hearing his voice for the first time in months filled you with delight. it was relieving having him in your arms again.

reluctantly pulling away, josh gently brushes his hand over your cheek, the action making you burn up.

"ready to go?" he asks with a gentle smile.

"always."

opening the passenger door, he helps you settle in. and as you wait for him to get in, your eyes wander over the interior of the car. that was until you spotted franklin in the back seat, seatbelt secured snuggly around the stuffed teddy's tummy.

you quietly laugh to yourself as joshua opens his door and takes a seat.

"what?" he asks as he follows your gaze. he laughs along with you once realizing.

"what? he missed you and wanted to come along with us." he whines.

"oh, i'm sure he did." you lightly tease.

after driving in comfortable silence for a couple minutes, you speak up "so, where are you taking us tonight, bassett?"

"uhh i thought we'd do a little stargazing. y'know, like old times." he looks over to give you the sweetest smile imaginable. his smile alone makes you melt into your seat.

"but it's only been three months." you respond with confusion.

"yeah, but it felt like an eternity without you."

oh the things this man does to you.

needing music to still your mind, you settle on harry styles. this prompts the two of you to sing along softly, all while sneaking loving glances at each other.

after some time of driving through random neighborhoods, joshua pulls up to a small grass field. after turning the car off, josh turns to you to say "lemme go get the blanket and we'll go, yeah?"

"okay," you nod, "but i'm bringing franklin."

"he would love nothing more." he says with a playful look before getting out of the car. as you reach for the handle, you find joshua has already opened the car door for you. flustered due to his manners, you whisper a meek "thank you."

on his way to the trunk, he opens the door leading to the backseat. smiling at josh's attentiveness, you quickly unbuckle franklin.

"ready?" josh asks, already standing beside you.

"yeah, are you?"

"always."

closing the door, josh places a hand on the small of your back, leading you over to the edge of the field. once he was satisfied with the spot, he haphazardly unravels the large blanket. after a couple seconds of watching him struggle adorably, you decide to help him flatten it out.

he gestures to the blanket, “after you.”

with a smile playing on your lips, you question him, "why are you being sweeter than usual, joshua?" you take a seat, setting franklin on your lap.

he takes a seat next to you, leaving little space between you.

"i've just missed you is all." he says as he wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders. you let playful groans as he does so.

"you're gonna make me squish franklin." you pout.

"he doesn't mind."

pulling away, you both look up. a blanket of dazzling stars cover the night sky. he picked a lovely night to go out.

"y'know, while i was out there filming," he starts, "i made sure to look up at the stars every night. and there was this one star, one star that would shine brighter than all the others."

you turn your head to look at him. his eyes, like the heavenly bodies above, twinkle.

he laughs lightly to himself, continuing, "and sometimes, after those long, stressful days, i would talk to this star. i would pour my heart out, wishing and thanking that singular star. and after some time, that star became my lucky star."

he turns you to, a gentle smile planted on his lips.

"i thanked my lucky star for you every night i was away."

your breath hitches, mind not preparing you for his words.

"i wished for you to be mine."

your heart pounds against your chest as you relay your words, "well, i think you should thank your lucky star again," you smile warmly, "because i'm gladly yours."

hand once again coming up to your face, josh gently cups your cheek. he takes a second to glance down from your eyes to your lips.

"are you alright with this?"

"of course i am."

it the gentlest kiss you've had, somehow not lacking any bit of desire. it was everything you could have wished for with years of uncertainty washing away with this one kiss. thinking about pulling away was just dreadful.

then suddenly, a stuttering hiss could be heard, followed by a light mist washing over you. pulling away from each other quickly, you two assess the situation. damn sprinklers.

you throw your head back in laughter, your mind immediately going to a certain movie, as josh scrambles to his feet.

"this feels familiar." you chuckle as you take the hand he's offered.

"now you have to giggle uncontrollably while we awkwardly run through the sprinklers" he teases.

grabbing onto your waist to steady you, josh pulls you into his chest.

"we could," you suggest, "or we can kiss again?"

he smirks, "yeah, let's do that."

exchanging more needy kisses throughout the night, you can't help but thank your lucky stars for your darling boy.

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it’s my first time writing bartender!tom & it was a lot of fun, i hope y’all enjoy :’) i think this au is gonna be reoccurring on this blog lmao 😳 also! gif by the wonderful @cindymooons <3

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when the clock finally ticks 12:30 am, tom slides out from behind the bar and walks towards the large double doors leading to the hotel main lobby. it’s been a long shift; ten hours with only a half hour break in between to get off his feet and smoke a cigarette outside in the sweet, sweet silence.

customers of the four seasons bar are especially rowdy on a friday night. tom’s got a theory at least half the somewhat wealthy, married men of london go there instead of their homes, tan lines apparent on their finger where their wedding ring used to be, now shoved into the pocket of their work slacks. they drink like retired sailors and lay on the shameless flirting heavily. the former doesn’t really bother tom—after almost three years of bartending here, he’s at a point where he doesn’t really need a partner to split the workload with on busy nights.

as he slides the final lock shut, a loud throat clearing takes him by surprise, and he jumps up with his hands in a fight position. the sight of you leaning against the now open staff door behind the bar has him relaxing, but it’s too late; your arms are crossed over your chest and a very amused grin plays on your red lips at his ridiculous boxing stance.

“you scared the fuck out of me,” tom breathes, taking out the rag he slides into the belt loops of his trousers. wiping the closest table, he watches as you move to lean forward against the bar, giving him a better view of your cleavage.

“oops,” you say, tone utterly remorseless. “i’m not keeping you from work, am i?”

as if that’s ever stopped you before. tom shakes his head, pointing to the empty room. “just closing up for the day. what are you doing here, accepting an oscar?”

you snort, teasingly striking a pose. the gown you’re wearing probably costs more than his car; long, black, and shimmery. it’s sleeveless, a sweetheart neckline highlighting your chest and collarbones. “no, just a little gathering for one of daddy’s new sponsors.” you answer, shrugging casually as though it’s something everyone does once in a while. in your world, that’s the case, tom reminds himself with a bite to his inner cheek.

“had the time of your life, i gather?” he grins when you roll your eyes and mime a gun to your forehead. “nobody talks about the struggles of girls like you. poor princess.”

even several feet away from you, he notices the way your eyes darken at the pet name, and it fills his chest with pride. good, you’re not the only one who can tease.

“yeah, well, just wanted to see if you’re up to anything before i go home.” liar.

leaving the rag behind, tom walks decisively towards the bar, delighting in the way you take a step back when he’s right in front of you. “you’re sure no one saw you coming in here?” he asks, gaze flickering across your expression.

you nod, breath hitching in your throat at the intensity of his honeyed eyes. “i left out of the front door, walked to the end of the block, and entered the staff door through the alley.” you recount, like a kid reciting a memorised poem with pride.

“good girl,” voice raspy as it utters two of your favourite words, tom closes the cap between you, hands sliding around your waist. your chests press together a second before your lips do, and you skip the chaste kisses phase to get straight to open-mouthed, heavy-tongued ones.

your fingers disappear into his hair, the gel he coats it with tired after a long shift, and you work it off his curls pleasantly. moaning into your mouth, tom’s hands crawl up your bare back, drawing shivers along your smooth skin. one of your palms leaves his head, trailing up his uncovered forearms and into his blazer when tom wraps you tighter in his embrace. your heeled legs wrap around his hips as he lifts you up, holding you in place for a brief moment as you break the kiss and dive into his thick neck, before placing you on the counter.

the heat of your tongue sears his sensitive skin as you lick across tom’s adam apple, sucking on the junction of his throat and neck. breathless, his hands cup your face, mashing your unfurled mouths together in another passionate kiss. teeth clashing, tongues fighting, shaky groans floating across the charged air between you.

as thought it physically pains him to do it, tom sighs and moves a hair’s width away, putting an end to your intertwined state. he looks down to your lap, jaw clenching when he notices the slits in your gown that show your thighs and legs in your seat position, with his hips holding them apart. a slow smile curls on your lips when he places his palms on your skin, one of your hands falling on his wrist to draw figures on his strong forearm with the tips of your fingers. the other cups his cheek, raising his head up to lock your eyes.

“i missed you this week,” you whisper, honesty dripping from your words like tequila into a shot glass.

tom’s features soften at your confession, and he squeezes your thigh, bumping the tip of your nose with his. “missed you too, princess.” he mumbles back, although there’s no one around to overhear. “you’ve been busy, huh?”

“my mum’s on my ass about a charity gala we’re supposed to cohost, yet somehow all the work’s fallen into my lap.” despite the annoyance of your statement, your voice is gentle and sweet, in tune with the back and forth movement of your thumb on the apple of his cheek. “i wished i were with you every single day, though. i can’t wait until my parents fuck off to bali next week and you can have me all to yourself again.”

the grin that spreads on his face is completely shameless, like he’s swallowed a hanger, and he locks an arm around your waist, dragging you closer to the edge of the bar. “all to myself… i really like the sound of that, sweetheart.” tom mutters, taking your bottom lip between his teeth for a split second. “as much as i love quickies in the elevator, i just wanna watch a bloody film with you and go to sleep like a regular couple.”

your heart thuds a bit faster when he refers to the both of you as a couple, and you try not to show just how flustered the label’s gotten you. it’s not like you and tom haven’t been exclusive for a few months now, but your situation is so precarious—all the secrecy and running around and scheduling brief moments to meet in between the chaos of your individual lives… it’s just hard to define your arrangement. you can’t even express in words how much it means to you that tom is the one who breaks that barrier for you, and he does so casually, like you’re the only one who’s been obsessing over the seriousness of your relationship this whole time. knowing how head empty he can be, you probably are the only one who’s taken notice of this dilemma.

“i really want that too,” you giggle timidly, laying a kiss on his chin, “especially now that i know, thanks to harrison, you’ve cried while watching notting hill.”

tom throws his head back with a groan, though the corner of his lips fight to curve at the sound of your dulcet laughter. “why would he even tell you that? you’re both obsessed with me.” he jokes, rolling his eyes like a dramatic teenager.

“i’m not obsessed with you, tommy,” grinning, you take his hand into yours and bring it to your chest. “i’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.”

cheeks flushing a furious pink, tom’s mouth dries at the sweet nickname you address him with, before he bites on his lip and looks at you with the most vivid adoration you’ve ever seen. “don’t worry, the boy’s well on his way to loving you.”

Andrew Garfield on losing his mother, The Believer