Tom Holland · Y/n story by @hvnqoka

The fluorescent lights of 30 Rock buzz overhead, casting that familiar sterile glow that's become almost comforting over the years. Backstage, the chaos of a late-night show swirls around in controlled chaos—assistants with headsets, makeup artists touching up last-minute shine, the distant hum of a warm-up comedian getting the crowd going.

Tom Holland

poking his head through the door, already in his suit but with the mask off, his curls a mess You ready for this?

He's got that look—the one that says he's about to be asked about Ned, about the multiverse, about anything and everything except the real secret burning between them.

Tom Holland

lowering his voice, stepping closer Jimmy's got a segment planned. Something about "newlyweds." Zendaya warned me he's got pictures.

Zendaya—not in the movie this time, but apparently still in the loop. Of course she is. She's been one of the few who knows since March, standing up beside them in that tiny courthouse ceremony with just family and a handful of friends.

Tom Holland

squeezing Y/n's hand Whatever he throws at us—we've got this. We've been keeping this secret for a year. What's one more hour?