Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

Runway model (Tom Holland)

Requested by anonymous: Y/N is a runway model and during one of her shows, Tom sits front row and hypes her up. Someone gets it on video, and it goes viral.

"Darling, I'm serious, stop." Tom scoffed, though he was clearly trying not to laugh as he held my wrists so that I couldn't tickle him as we stood backstage to the fashion show.

"It's cute when I tickle you, though!" I whined playfully, my boyfriend sitting on the box as I stood in between his legs, and the other models and staff rushed around behind us.

"But you're cuter." He smiled and shook his head.

"Ooh, smooth, Holland, smooth." I nodded, making him smirk and wink at me as he curled his arms around my waist, and pulled me in between his legs and into a hug. I chuckled and shook my head as I returned the hug, Tom leaning up and gently kissing my neck as we held each other. I had met Tom two years ago, through my full-time work as a model. I had been hired to do an ad campaign, and Tom had been hired to be the male model with me. We had been together ever since, and the kind and attractive boy was truly the love of my life. Today, I was in Paris, walking the Paris fashion week runway alongside other famous models. Tom, being the extremely loving and supportive boyfriend that he was, had insisted on coming with me, and had gotten himself a ticket on the very first row. It made me slightly nervous to know that I'd effectively be walking for him, but he'd support me no matter what, and so I was trying to keep my head.

"Tom, hey, I didn't know that you'd be here." I pulled away slightly, but stayed in Tom's arms as Jess, the director of the runway show, walked up to us.

"Jess, hey, how are you? Yeah, I'm here for Y/N." He chuckled and nodded, making me smile at him.

"Does that mean that I can't tempt you into taking to the runway yourself? We have an amazing outfit for you to debut?" She smiled hopefully.

"Thank you for the offer, Jess, I appreciate it, but I'm going to have to turn it down. I'm here to support my amazing girlfriend, and here to support her only." He smiled at me. I returned it and bit my lip, my heart so full of love for him as we looked into each other's eyes.

"You've got a good one there, Y/N. You better keep him." Jess chuckled.

"Oh, I plan to." I smiled, making Tom smirk and kiss my cheek again.

"I'm afraid, though, that it's time for you lovebirds to split up for now, we need to get Y/N into her first outfit." Jess nodded.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll see you after, Tommy." I spoke.

"Yeah, see you then, darling. I love you, you're going to do amazing." He smiled, making me return it as he leant up and pecked my lips before letting me go. I left his arms, my lip in between my teeth and my heart so fucking full of love for him as I walked away, and headed into my dressing room to get ready.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom sat on the front row of the fashion show, the boy smiling and laughing at what Andrew was saying as the pair of them sat together.

"So, you got invited to this too?" Andrew asked as he looked at Tom.

"Nah, I bought a ticket to support Y/N." Tom nodded. Andrew raised his eyebrow, a smile curling onto his lips as he did.

"You two must be getting pretty serious, huh. None of the other models have their partners here." He chuckled.

"Yeah, well, it's been two years, and everything still just feels right. So...yeah. I guess that you could say that we're serious." He smiled, making Andrew return it and put his hand on Tom's shoulder as the show started. Music began to play, the audience going quiet and eagerly looking at the mouth of the runway as the models started to come out. Within seconds, Y/N walked out, Tom's heart fluttering at how fucking stunning his girlfriend looked. She had been given a beautiful figure-hugging and yet still flowing dress to wear, and fuck, Tom couldn't get his eyes off of her. Her face was completely emotionless, and yet she was still the most beautiful girl that he'd ever seen as her hair was curled to perfection in order to beautifully frame her face. He couldn't help but feel sheer pride at seeing her, seeing her girlfriend succeed so much and achieve the dream that he knew that she'd always wanted to achieve. It meant almost as much to him as it did to her. The small smile stayed on his lips as he got his phone out and started recording her walking up and down the runway, the boy knowing that he had to post it later to show just how proud of her he was as she continued to walk, and he continued to admire her. Continued to be so fucking proud of the love of his life.

Y/N's P.O.V

Tom and I lay in our bed, my boyfriend fast asleep and resting his head in the crook of my neck with his arm curled around my waist as he slept. Meanwhile I was still up and on my phone, my eyes flicking over the screen as I mindlessly scrolled through social media. I clicked onto Instagram and couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight of Tom having posted on his story. I clicked onto it, and immediately my heart swelled even more. The story was simply a video of me walking up and down the runway at the fashion show, Tom having tagged me and also captioned the video 'such a proud boyfriend today xxx'. Tears pricked my eyes at the unwavering support that he always showed me, a smile curling onto my lips as I looked down at the face of the boy who was still fast asleep on me. Next, I clicked onto Twitter, and my eyebrows furrowed as the tag 'Tom Holland x Y/N Y/L/N' was the most trending and viral one of the day.

"What the hell?" I mumbled quietly as I clicked onto the tag, and immediately saw why we were trending. The same video appeared on my feed countless times, seemingly thousands of accounts having shared the video of Tom looking up at me as I walked the runway with a small smile on his lips. My heart wouldn't stop fluttering, the smile seemingly plastered to my face as I read all of the captions to the videos.

Y'all have you seen how he looks at her?!

He's so fucking whipped.

I love them so much, look how happy he is.

I need someone to look at me the way that Tom Holland looks at Y/N.

All of the captions only made me feel more loved. After all, whilst I was under no illusion that Tom did love me, I'd never caught him looking at me in the way that had been captured on the video today. And now the world had seen him do it, and I had too. I bit my lip and put my phone down before lying down fully, Tom curling his arm further over my waist in his sleep as I cuddled into his body.

"I love you, Tommy. I love you too." I whispered and gently kissed his lips before resting my head against my pillow, and falling asleep in the loving arms of my incredible boyfriend.