PARKER AND HOLLAND IMAGINES

ROLLERCOASTER - TOM

You flattened your dress with your hands and were looking at yourself in the mirror. The dress hugged your body in the right places but something felt off. You let your hands trail down your body and tilted your head. Something was off.
"Darling, can you help me put this on. This bloody thing keeps getting tangled and I'm gonna loose my sh-...Shit!", he interrupted himself as soon as you turned around to face him.
"You look absolutely stunning.", he said and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You walked over to him with a small smile on your lips and took his bow tie.
"You don't look too shit yourself, Mr.", you joked and he rolled his eyes while you tied his bow tie around his neck.
"Done!", you said triumphantly and looked up into his eyes. He took your face inbetween his hands and was about to kiss you when you stopped him.
"Uh...mind the makeup?", you said apologetically and shrugged. He groaned and stumped his foot like a grumpy child before he leaned in and gave you a butterfly kiss on your forhead.
"That'll have to be enough. For now.", he said and you turned around with an anxious smile on your face to look into the mirror again. And your smile turned into a frown.
Seeing him, like the god he was, ready for the redcarpet, born for the redcarpet, you felt tiny and insecure. He layed his hands on your hips and placed his chin on your shoulder.
"I-...", he started with a grin but you interrupted him.
"I can't do this!", you blurted out and let out a huff getting out of his grip. You crossed your arms infront of your chest and couldn't look into his eyes.
"What do you mean? Hey- hey. Look at me.", he said and lifted your chin with his hand.
"I'm can't be...this.", I said and pointed at him and he furrowed his eyebrows.
"I don't belong in your world. I belong behind my books with my sweatpants and old t-shirt on.", I explained further and huffed again, now more desperate. You really felt uncomfortable.
"You...Alright. Now. This is not my world. It's ours. I'm just lucky enough to be the one sharing with you. You belong by my side. Both in your sweatpants and this dress. Because you are the one who makes them look beautiful to me."
"Okay now your getting cheesy.", you said and rolled your eyes but couldn't surpress a tiny smile.
"There she is.", he said and pulled you against his body.
"Also I need you.", he added with a small voice and a shy smile. Now you realized that he himself wasn't that confident either. His hands seemed to tremble a little and he looked down shaking his head.
"You'd think I should be getting used to all that attention and shouting and people. The people. But I'm not.", he said and it was your time to take his face into your hands and give him a quick kiss onto his lips.
"The makeup!", he shrieked and made you laugh.
"You wipe your mouth and I'll refresh my lipstick. And were set to go.", you answered and let him go.
***
"Oh boy.", you sighed stepping into your apartment and kick off your heels immediatly.
"You might as well organize a funeral and bury me.", you added and hobbled into the living room because your feet were killing.
"You're being dramatic.", he laughed after you threw yourself onto the couch. He pulled off his bow tie and you couldn't help yourself and bit your lip.
"Shit.", you said under your breath and looked away from him. The carpet was more intresting suddenly.
"You don't look too shit yourself.", he imitated you and you stuck out your tongue at him.
You pulled yourself up and turned your back to him, pulling your hair over your shoulder to expose your back.
"Could you zip that open please?", you asked him because you couldn't wait to get into comfy clothes.
"Sure.", he said and with his next move you were free. You let the dress slip down your body and raised your hands into the air triumphantly. You stood there in your underwear which was non of your problems right now.
"Yes!", you sighed and rolled your neck to loosen it a bit. Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your lower half and a warm chest pressed against your back.
"You should put something on. We're both too tired to go further.", he hummed into your ear and sent shivers down your spine. You put your hands above his and closed your eyes. Your hips started moving against his and he let a lustfull groan escape his throat, which made you smile.
"Yeah too tired.", you teased him with a grin on your face.
"You're a jerk.", he sighed and you turned around to face him.
"Well, I learned from the pro, didn't I?", you said and placed a butterflykiss on top of his nose. "Since we don't have to mind the makeup anymore...", he said and kissed your lips. It started as a harmless kiss but got more passionate along the way. You had to pull away eventually to take a breath and when you did you burst out laughing.
"We gotta write an email to Maybelline that their Lipstick isn't kiss-proof.", you laughed and pointed at his lips where your lipstick was smeared all over.
"Red suits you.", you teased him and smirked.
"I know. So does blue.", he said with a cocky grin and you playfully hit his shoulder.
"Come on Spider-ling. Let's see what else suits you." You took his hand and walked over to your bedroom, closing the door behind you two.
***
You woke up in the moring, tangled in the sheets which were telling the tales of last night. You smiled to yourself remembering your activities and closed your eyes again. Until you recognized that you were alone in bed.
You got up to look around the house but he was nowhere to be found. Walking by the front door you found a sticky note.
"Manager called. Had to rush out.
Love, T."
You took the sticky note and went to the kitchen to make yourself a nice breakfast. After being full you sat down ok the couch and took your laptop on your lap to research the last nights events. The ones before you came home obviously. You scrolled through some headlines.
"Tom Holland and his new girlfriend!"
New?
"Tom Hollands accesoire: His Girlfriend!"
Nice. Now I'm a purse.
"Spidermans girlfriend is a snack!"
Cheetos?
"Tom and Y/N are rocking the redcarpet!"
Wow, that's a confident boost. You clicked one of them and went straight down to the comment section even though Tom warned you not to that, ever.
It's strange how something said by a complete stranger can impact your mood. You were left totaly confused and insecure. After reading thousands of comments and tweets you shut your laptop. There were both positive and negative opinions about you. Even though you did absolutley nothing. You just walked with Tom, which was one of the reasons why some people hated you, and only answered questions in his interviewes if asked directly to you.
Some people said that was snob-ish from you. But you only did that because you didn't want to seem eager to be in the spotlight. Which you definetly weren't. Others were talking about your dress. Mainly nice things which made you a little happy. There were fans who thought that you two seemed happy together and truly in love. Which was the truth but you know. The internet.
You were still deep in your thoughts when Tom came back late in the afternoon. You heared keys being tossed into the bowl at the front door and looked up.
"Hey!", he yelled from the hall and you greeted him back.
"What's ma beauty doin'?", he asked with an accent you couldn't quiet put your finger on while coming into the living room.
"Don't do that.", you said shaking your head.
"Do what?", he laughed and let himself fall next to you.
"Shut up."
"Better than me? Shut up.", he imitated the rapper Stormzy and you rolled your eyes.
"So how'd you feel last night?", he asked you more serious now and put his arm around you.
"You mean when you did the thing with your hands between my...", you started teasing him put he interrupted you.
"Oh c'mon. You know what I mean." He blushed and you chuckled at his reaktion.
"I don't know Tom. I mean it was nice and all and I really enjoyed being by your side but...I think you should go with someone else next time. Zendaya for example. She is a great friend and she is already famous. She knows how to handle all the...opinions.", you blurted out and he raised his brows.
"Y/N Y/L/N! Did you read comments or magazines or some stupid stuff?", he scolded you and you shrugged.
"It's fine. Really. I'm fine. But I rather not be in the spotlight a second time.", you added and shrugged again.
"Actually I had a meeting with my manager this morning exactly about this. Not only this. But it was a part of it. The people absolutly LOVED you. To the point where the most articles that came out today were mostly about you and not me.", he said with a big smile trying to make you feel good but it kind of backfierd.
"What are they saying? The articles."
"That's not my point! But if you really wanna know they are all over you. Bits they could find about your childhood, mom, dad, siblings, school and all that stuff. But mainly your projects, what you stand for. And they love it. They say you bring the best out of me.Which is the only time I am mentioned actually.", he chuckles and shakes his head.
"We'll see, I guess. Next time.", you said still insecure about everything.
"Uh...actually...next time is kinda...tomorrow?", he stutterd while his voice got more silent with every word.
"What?", you said and widened your eyes.
"You know, normally, a girlfriend means bad press and it's not really favorable for the promotion of the movie. Has something to do with the teenage girls who tend to get jelous or something. But you kinda went around that? They love you, kinda like they love Zendaya. Like rolemodel or something. My manager went on and on I couldn't listen to all of it BUT all of that means that I would really be happy if you could join me every now and then.", he said and looked hopefully into your eyes.
"You're kidding."
"I'm not! Really."
"That's insane!", you sighed but he shook his head.
"No, it's perfect! You can work from everywhere thanks to your projects so that isn't a problem. You'll be by my side on the carpet and the events and you could work in the trailer while my interviews. It's perfect. No longer being apart from each other for months.", he said now excitedly and your heart shrunk.
"Babe I don't know if...I want that.", you said carefully and the excitement in his eyes went away. His shoulders deflated and his eyes widened.
"Oh.", he just said and you took his hands into yours immediatly.
"I just don't belong in that world Tom. I'll always support you at anything you do and I'll always be your number one fan and I'll ALWAYS love you...but I can't handle the spotlight and its aftermath.", you explained and it broke your heart to see him disappointed. He couldn't even look into your eyes.
He pulled his hands away and your whole body stiffened.
"Tom...", you sighed but he didn't seem to recognize that. He turned away from you and leaned his elbows onto his thighs.
"You know they are going to have an opinion about you no matter how far away you stay.", he said and you nodded.
"I know. But that's different." As you said that he shook his head.
"It's not. What happens when those get to you too? Are you going to leave me then? To escape those? I wouldn't judge you, you know.", he said and looked up. His eyes looked sad and concerned which made you sigh.
"Oh Tom no! How can you think that? I'm not with you or without you based on the outside world.", you said and took his hands in mine again.
"But that's what you said. Just a minute ago."
Because nothing you said seemed to go through to him you swung your leg over his lap, so your legs were on either side of his thighs. You took his face into your hands and forced him to look into your eyes.
"You listen to me. You don't get to overthink this. I do. I'm the woman here.", you teased him and he rolled his eyes.
"I know how to handle the pressure from the outside. I just need time to adjust. I can't go out there full time. Let's take babysteps. I'll come with you to events but you'll have to do your promo on your own. For now. Let me get used to it, let the people get used to me without rubbing it into their faces. How does that sound?", you suggested with a supporting smile and he finally gave in.
"Good, I guess. I just don't want them putting wrong ideas in your head which'll harm our relationship."
You shook your head and gave him a quick kiss. He put his hands on your hips and smiled up to you.
"You wanna go out?", he asked suddenly and you raised a brow.
"Sure. Where?", you asked and he shrugged.
"Just out."
And that's what your relationship consisted of. It was a rollercoster with moodswings, arguments, laughs and adventures. The important thing was that you both were able to sort things out.
Of course the amazing sex helped too. But that was another topic.

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