HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Strangers // Tom Holland

By Hufflepuffholland on Tumblr

Pairing: Tom x Reader (gender neutral, I think)

Summary: I was originally going to do a "date-night" blurb night, but decided I would just do individual fics instead. This is one of many of the "date-inspired" fics I'm putting up! This isn't a series (so I will probably be writing for different people + characters) these will all be stand-alone fics :) These fics will in include: first dates, blind dates, accidental dates

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You sighed, tapping your fingers against your wine glass and glancing behind you every so often. You checked your phone again: nothing. Should've known, you thought, rolling your eyes as you reached for your phone, ready to text your date and tell him that you had to cancel. Not that it mattered, he hasn't shown up and it's been half an hour, you told yourself quietly. You were in the middle of drafting out your message when someone's commotion walking in made you, and almost everyone else in the restaurant, look up.

Please don't be my date. Please don't be my date.

"YN?"

Fuck.

You gave the man walking up to you a tight-lipped smile, and stood from your chair, raising your hand. "Hey, uh, Jordan, right?" You sat as he paced over to the seat across from you, not letting the fact that he didn't shake your hand or greet you, bother you.

"Yeah, sorry I was late! It's a really funny story actually."

"Oh? Was there something wrong?" You were genuinely curious, but also thankful that there wouldn't be a nervous dull in the beginning, like your last blind date. You smiled at the waiter as he walked by, refilling your wine glass.

"Any for the gentleman?"

"Yeah, sure," Jordan smiled, nodding at the waiter, "thanks, man." He lifted the glass to his mouth, taking a swig before clearing his throat and finally diverting his attention toward you. "So, I was on my way here, when I saw these two little kids, walking around at night, right? It's too dark – they were like five and seven, brothers."

You nodded along, glancing at the menu every so often, while listening.

"So, this guy walks up to them, while I'm at a stop light, and he grabs one of them by the shoulders, and the older one, starts screaming, right? So, I get out – right there, in the middle of the road, okay? And I run over all, "Hey, dude! Get your hand off of him!" and before I know it, my arms coming back, ready to swing. One hook," he said, swinging his fist forward to show you, causing you to jump slightly as it came up closer toward your face than you would've wanted it to, "then a second," he did it again, you being more prepared for it this time. "The guy finally says "Hey, dude! Alright, enough!" and he gets up, crawling back to wherever he came from. So, I stay with these kids, right? I can't leave 'em alone, that guy is still out there. So, I stay with them, walk them back to wherever they were going, and their mom see's 'em and goes "Oh, my god! I've been looking for you for an hour!" and at this point I feel like a goddamn superhero, you know?"

"Well," you started, laughing a little at his excitement, finding it endearing, "I don't know, but I could imagine. That was really nice of you." You smiled warmly at him, he blushed lightly, probably noticing he had been rambling. "That was very nice of you, though... very sweet," you commented, smiling wider.

"You look very nice tonight," he said shyly, taking a sip from his wine. You smiled, listening to him tell another story as the night progressed.

"Anything for dessert?" Jordan asked you, as the waiters cleared your table. Tonight, wasn't a total bust – even though Jordan was late, he still redeemed himself, pulling through as one of your favorite dates.