tom holland oneshots

wrong turns

Warnings: some angst?? cursing too

Summary: Tom gets frustrated when driving and he has a breakdown

sorry, it's more of a blurb (its rlly short im so sorry)

"Oh for fucks sake!"

"Thomas-"

You had been on the road for almost four hours now, with no sign of any 'cabin by the meadow.' You had suggested taking the wheel, obviously better with navigating, but Tom insisted on driving you, advising you to get some shut eye seeing as you had practically worked a month straight. Shut eye was the last thing you could manage from Tom's screaming, not at you, never at you, but at himself, or perhaps the other drivers which were long left behind after Tom's wrong turn.

"No! I just need- oh fuck!" (it seemed as though he missed yet another turn).

"Maybe we should pull over," you'd suggested (for the third time at least), though it came out as more of a question because, quite frankly, you were skeptical about interfering with Tom's rage session.

His face softened slightly, "I- no, yeah, no you're right Y/N."

Putting the car in park, you took the time to look around at where he had stopped: outside the beginning of what looked like a very large forest, undoubtedly beautiful, but frightening to travel through during the night. Just your luck, the sun was setting now.

"Does your phone have service? Mine doesn't, but we could always use the GPS... or maybe the map. Is it in the glove compartment? Maybe the trunk, I'll g-"
"Tom," you cut him off, "take a breath, okay? Don't think we'll make it before night comes, so lets head back, yeah?"
"No, I can- maybe if-" he was choking over his words, the problem seeming deeper than you had anticipated.

"You can talk to me, Tom. Take your time, and slow down," you spoke softly, engaging eye contact probably for the first time since leaving the house.

"I just.. don't wanna let you down, yanno?" He was slurring his words, something he only did when he was drunk or when he was about to cry.

"Could never let me down, luv."

"You've just been working so much, a-and I don't have much time before we go back for premieres, and I love it but I miss you and don't wanna leave you. Don't wanna abandon you."

"Oh, Tommy."

He was crying now, eyes red and cheeks puffy as he tried to keep himself together, but it was hard when you were looking at him with so much love and adoration, even when his bottled up feelings were spilling out all at once. Of course, Tom had an ego; always to be the tough man everyone wanted him to be. But with you it was different, you had broken his shells, tore down the walls. You were the only person he was truly vulnerable with, allowing you to see his softer side. That was what made you different from everyone else. It was almost as if you taught him how to love, and what it was like to be loved. His brothers would tease him about being completely whipped for you, you'd wrapped him around your finger practically. But how could he not be? He'd sworn he'd put a ring on your finger when he'd built up the courage, but for now, it was sitting in his nightstand untouched since last night (after overthinking about whether or not to bring it on this mini vacation).

"I know it's stupid and I have no reason to be this upset or feel this way-"
"No, it's not stupid, not in the least. Your feelings are valid, don't ever apologize for feeling the things you do. If it hurts, it hurts. There's no 'sensitive' in my books."

He wiped his eyes and nodded, not ready to talk so he waited for you to continue.

" 'Nd no matter where you go, and how far away you are, I'm always gonna love you. Didn't wanna tell you now, but my boss said in a couple months I can work from home, so I'll be with you for half the tour," you smiled. "Gonna be with you till you get sick of me," you joked, laughing to try and lighten the tension that noticeably set in.

"Could never get sick 'f you, darling," Tom spoke, voice raspy and hoarse. "Love you too fucking much. Are you really coming with me?"

"Yeah.. yeah I am, baby."

His eyes lit up, trying to contain his smile, but not very well. " 'M so fucking proud of you, petal. Know how hard you've worked. Gonna spoil you to death, yeah?"

You blushed, smiling back, "Okay, Tommy."

I really hate this, tell me what you think 'nd if it sucks. I'll get better, i swear

xx - K