Unknowns // Tom Holland
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  • Reads 33,786
  • Votes 463
  • Parts 41
  • Time 6h 26m
Complete, First published May 31, 2022
Mature
"I hate this," Tom says, letting out a breath. "I hate that we don't know how to act around each other anymore." He looks at me with furrowed brows.
"I-I don't know what to say," I look at him. I really don't. "This is what we wanted."
"We?" He turns to me quickly and crosses his arms. "Let me make it clear. I didn't want this. I respected your decision and understood your reasons. But that does not mean I wanted it." He spits. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. He's frustrated, and I know that. 
"I'm sorry, Tom. Things have been going well. It's been stress-free. That is what I wanted." I cross my arms and frown. 
"Yeah, stress-free," he scoffs. He turns away from me again. "I'm glad you think so, and I'm glad you've been doing well. I just wish things were back to the way they were." The doors open and he steps out, walking in the direction of my room. 
"Tom, I can take the bag." I walk after him, reaching my hand out for his arm as he jerks it away from my touch.
"No, I want to carry it to your room. It's heavy and it hurts your shoulder." Even mid-fight he's taking care of me.
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When Y/N and Tom meet on the set of Spider-Man 3, sparks fly instantly. The two soon find themselves involved in a complicated situation that could cost both of them their jobs. Is the risk worth it if they might be the love of your life?
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Hi! This story is already completely written, so chapters will be posted weekly, if not twice a week! I haven't written fanfic in a while, so I felt a little rusty. I hope you all like it (:
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