tom holland + peter parker

a good story T.H.

request: Reader meet Tom during a Meet and greet for the first time. She's European (like Belgian perhaps. You can choose that) and she catches his attention. They start as close friends and whenever she gets to London, they meet up. After a while they start a relationship (can be long distance) and they just adore each other a lot.

wc | 3k (SORRY i rly went off)

plsss i didn't proofread — hope u like it ! <3

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You try to wipe the sweat off your hand for the fifth time in the last two minutes. Your pulse picks up while the line moves up again. You've been waiting for about an hour and a half, but you really don't mind. Not when that mop of curls and pile of muscles is so close. Besides, you get to fangirl with the rest of the fans in line around you.

You'd been in deep conversation with a girl and her girlfriend for a good while until one of them went off to get coffee and the other asked to use the bathroom. The security guard assured them that they'd return to their exact position in line, ensuring they wouldn't have to wait all over again. You missed them, though, because they weren't back within seven minutes so you preoccupied yourself with the lanyard around your neck with your VIP Access pass attached to the end.

You play with the strings of the Spider-man hoodie; it's the midtown hoodie that Peter Parker wears in the first movie. You wore it to be cute — and it is, especially with these jeans — but now you're afraid you might die of heat exhaustion. As the security guards usher yet another fan through the curtains, your feet move forward a couple of feet until the movement stops and you're stuck waiting again.

The girl and her girlfriend return not a minute later, one of them offering you a bite of their croissants from Starbucks. You ponder the offer before politely declining; you don't want your breath to smell, or something to get stuck in your teeth. You know you're overthinking this entire situation, but you can't help but be nervous when you're about to meet the one person you've spent so much of your time gawking over — and through a screen, at that. It's pathetic, you admit, but you can't help it. There's just something about him.

Another fan goes through the curtains and suddenly you're less than five turns away from meeting the beloved Brit. You can't help but feel a little more connected to him, knowing that you'd flown all the way from Paris, France for this London Meet-and-Greet. It's a wonder how you got your schedule to work so well.

You move forward another spot, tapping your index and middle fingers on your hip while tracing the lines of the tiled floor. You try to distract yourself — counting every prime number you can think of, naming all the superheroes in the Marvel Franchise — until you're one spot away from going through the black curtains.

"You'll be in in less than three minutes," the girl smiles while informing you of the estimated time frame. You thank her, taking note of the tag attached to her uniform.

You take a deep breath, shaking away all nerves and last jitters before wiping your hands one last fateful time. And then all at once, the curtain opens and allows you to step through and into the room where a young actor awaits your arrival. It's so surreal that you have to watch your feet to ensure they don't trip and cause you to stumble.

"Hello, love. How're you?"

Your breath hitches and when he finally takes a good look at you, his breath does too. Your eyes lock for a beat, the two of you lost in a trance before you finally spit out a response.

"I'm... really good. How're you?"

He smiles, eyes crinkling and face lifting up. "I'm great, thank you."