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RISKS | tom holland au

in which the reader goes to a party in the most popular frat on campus and as she's getting tipsy a guy slips and spikes your drink and tom notices from across the room and as soon as you're going to take a drink tom slaps the drink away onto the floor and beats the guy up before taking care of you

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Y/n was not one for parties. She was used to having all nighters and finishing her study sessions.

Yet, whenever her friends dragged her out to parties, she never denied the invitation, as she headed out as a getaway from her study sessions.

Her friends would always have a different excuse to get her out of the house: "didn't you pass your psychology exam?" "it's profiling, lex." "whatever same thing." Or "there's a new frat guy and we want you to meet him." "I don't need a boyfriend lex. leave me alone." "you're coming with us bitch."

She couldn't escape her friends, yet she loved them for her little getaways.

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She had lost count of how many drinks were positioned in her palms, as she drank them one after the other. The alcohol didn't affect her as much as it did for others, and soon enough, she was a little tipsy.

A guy, from a nearby frat, had started chatting up a storm, as he talked to her and bought her more drinks.

The hottest frat boy on campus, Tom Holland, had been watching the exchange between the young woman and the frat member, watching as he bought her drink after drink and have it pass through her lips. He didn't think she could handle it, and he didn't think he'd be taking care of her.

Y/n was at the top of her class, and coincidentally enough, she was in all his classes. He never expected to see her in a frat house, much less a frat party.

Music pounding through the walls of the frat, he squeezed between bodies on the dance floor, heading straight for the bar and hoping to drink at least a beer.

That's when it happened.

It was only a split second but Tom caught it.

The guy, whom had been talking to you, had ordered yet another drink for you. With you being disoriented and completely ignoring your drink, the guy took this as his chance. He pulled a little vial from his pocket, opening it and slipping little droplets of whatever drug he had into your drink. He had spiked it, and Tom watched as he acted nonchalantly about it.

Now, you had turned around, and grabbed the drink between your fingers, before starting to lift it up straight to your lips. Before it even reached your lips, it was smacked out of your hand, as you turned and saw Tom.

"Get the hell out of here." He spoke directly at the guy who was standing to your left. "Did you not hear me? Get the fuck out of my frat, asshole."

He didn't even budge, as Tom stood his ground, towering over the guy a couple inches. When he didn't move, Tom grabbed his collar, pulling him through the doorway and pushing him out the door and towards the street.

"Don't ever come back here!"

The guy didn't seem to understand, as he turned and walked back towards Tom. He was playing Tom, before he got a fist to his face.

Tom started pulling punch after punch, as they hit the guy's face and abdomen, the guy now trying to fight back but being unsuccessful.

"Tom! Leave him alone!"

That seemed to snap him out of his senses, as he pushed the guy off of him before quickly making his way to your stumbling body, wrapping an arm behind your waist and hooking the other one underneath your knees. Ignoring everyone else, he yelled out, "Party's over! Get the fuck out!" before making his way upstairs and taking you to his bed.

As he propped the pillows, he slipped a large, oversized shirt over her figure before slipping her underneath the covers.

"Sleep, darling."

That's exactly what you did, as the alcohol consumed you before he stroked your hair, leaving you to fall asleep.

Nothing could compare to how he felt when he was with her. But you wouldn't understand, because he was a frat boy, and frat boys were not supposed to do that.