𝐇𝐞𝐲𝐲𝐲! 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦! 𝐈𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 :)
𝐓𝐖: 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅, 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐌, 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐘/𝐍...

One afternoon, you were sitting in your trailer, going over lines for an upcoming scene, when Zendaya popped in unannounced. "Hey there, lovebird," she greeted with a smirk.
"Hey, Zendaya," you replied, trying to focus on your script.
"So, how's everything going with Tom?" she asked, flopping onto the couch opposite you.
"Good, really good," you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Just good? Come on, spill the details," she insisted, leaning forward eagerly.
You sighed, knowing there was no escaping her curiosity. "We had our first date, and it was amazing. We really and... we kissed."
Zendaya's face lit up with excitement. "Finally! I've been waiting for this. You two are perfect for each other."

"Thanks, Zendaya. But we're trying to keep things quiet for now," you added, hoping she would understand.
"Of course, your secret's safe with me," she promised, though her mischievous grin suggested otherwise.

A few weeks later, the cast decided to have another night out to blow off some steam.
Filming had been intense, and everyone needed a break. You, Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, and a few others gathered at a popular downtown bar. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and camaraderie.
As the night progressed, the drinks kept coming. You and Tom found yourselves sitting closer and closer, the alcohol loosening your inhibitions and amplifying your feelings.
"To us," Tom said, raising his glass. His eyes were bright, and his smile was infectious.

"To us," you echoed, clinking your glass against his.
Zendaya and Jacob, ever the instigators, kept the drinks flowing and the atmosphere light. Shots were lined up on the table, and the four of you took them in quick succession.
Each shot burned less than the last, and soon, you were all laughing uncontrollably.
"I can't believe how much we're drinking," you giggled, your words slurring slightly.
Tom grinned, his own speech beginning to falter. "I'm Spider-Man! I can handle anything."

"You wish, Spidey," Zendaya teased, pushing another shot toward him. "Prove it!"
Tom accepted the challenge, downing the shot and then standing up unsteadily. "... I feel great!" he declared, arms outstretched as if he were about to swing from an invisible web.
You couldn't stop laughing.
"You're ridiculous," you said, trying to steady yourself as you stood up to join him.
Jacob, ever the mischief-maker, decided to take things up a notch. "How about a toast? To the best damn cast ever!"

"Best cast ever!" you all chorused, raising your glasses and taking another drink.
The room spun slightly as you and Tom clinked glasses again.
He leaned in close, his face inches from yours. "I really, really like you," he said, his words blending together.
"I like you too, Tom," you replied, your heart racing.
Suddenly, the two of you stumbled, losing your balance and collapsing onto a nearby couch in a fit of laughter. Tom ended up on top of you, and for a moment, you just stared into each other's eyes, the world

around you fading away.
"You know, you're really pretty," Tom said, his voice low and sincere despite the slur.
"And you're really cute," you replied, your own words barely coherent.
Before you could think, you leaned in and kissed him. It was clumsy and eager, fueled by the alcohol and the intense emotions you'd been suppressing. Tom responded with equal fervor, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer.

"We... we should go
somewhere," Tom mumbled against your lips.
"Yeah," you agreed, struggling to stand up. "Let's go."
You barely made it back to Tom's place, the journey a blur of stolen kisses and whispered promises. As soon as the door closed behind you, Tom's lips were on yours again, and you were both stumbling towards the bedroom.

You tripped over the edge of the rug, sending both of you sprawling to the floor in a heap.
You burst into laughter, the absurdity of the situation only making you want him more.
"Oops," you giggled, trying to stand up again.
"Graceful as ever," Tom teased, helping you up but losing his balance and nearly falling again. You both leaned on each other for support, finally making it to the bed.
Clothes were discarded hastily, falling in a trail behind you. Your skin felt electrified under his touch, every caress sending shivers down your spine. By the time you reached the bed, you were both breathless, your bodies entwined.
"Are you sure?" Tom asked, his voice husky and filled with desire.
"Yes," you breathed, pulling him down to you.
What followed was a passionate, intoxicating whirlwind. The world outside ceased to exist as you lost yourselves in each other, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word deepening the connection you shared.

It was everything you had ever dreamed of and more, the culmination of weeks of longing and unspoken feelings.
In the aftermath, you lay tangled in each other's arms, the room filled with the sound of your breathing. Tom brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender.
"I love you," he whispered, the words carrying the weight of everything he felt.
"I love you too," you replied, your heart overflowing with happiness.

As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible. The webs of your lives had intertwined in ways you could never have imagined, and you were ready to face whatever came next, as long as you were together.