Tom Holland With Glasses Novels & Stories

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

I agreed with a smile. I watched his body, now without the jacket so I wouldn't feel cold. The big and strong arms, even if they were not muscular. The beautiful and smooth face, even with those strange frame glasses. I took off my glasses and put them on my own face. The whole world seemed upside down. The level of the degree of that lens was insane. I lowered the accessory to observe Hazz without that armor. He was very handsome without the glasses, but with a tight frame to his strong face, maybe he would still remain very attractive to them. I loved men with glasses.

I asked turning back and flicking his hands from my clothes defensively. The guy snickered revealing a sharp signature fang on the left side slightly sticking out. His jet black hair suited his dark and mysterious vibe along with a pair of leather jacket and chains. His contrasting monolid golden brown eyes stared into mine as he said, "Ah right, I'm never quite one to leave an impression on you. I'm Tate by the way. Tate Glassglow? I'm your classmate in electronic devices?" "Right. Sorry." I immediately ended the conversation wanting to take no further engagement with this stranger.

That did not add up. Could it be...? Holly's thoughts raced. She coughed lightly, her gaze softening with a hint of sympathy. If it was an issue with... that. No big deal, Yoel was kind to her. As husband and wife, they should be understanding towards each other. Yoel seemed to catch on to Holly's train of thought. He clenched his jaw. With a quiet sigh, he removed his glasses and quickly pulled Holly into a warm embrace. Yoel's eyes, dark and deep beneath his glasses, were the kind that could captivate even in the dark. The teardrop mole just below his right eye added a mysterious charm to his otherwise refined and serious face.

I didn't drink last night nor did I smoke anything so why the heck am I seeing things? There was no way in hell the Legendary Killian Greenberg was standing in this room. I'd recognize him even in my dreams. Tan skinned, long black hair he keeps plaited, ears pierced with small earrings, and the tattoos snaking up his arms and neck. This was the real deal. This is the real Killian Greenburg, my hockey hero and nerd 2.0 just called him dad?

His anger from earlier was gone; he had a carefree smile. ‘Can I ask you something?’ he nodded for me to continue. ‘Why do you wear those glasses?’ he smirked pausing for a moment before he spoke, ‘Do they make me too handsome?’ I simply rolled my eyes before shaking my head, we were still parked in a layby on the outskirts of town. He took his glasses off and put them on for me as I let out a gasp… How does he see anything with these on?

Leo loved those glasses and hardly ever left home without them. “Do you think you can explain this at a hospital Mr. Godwin? Are you ready for those types of questions? The man I am taking your friend to see was a doctor. Well trained and very capable,” said Giovanni. “Was? What the fuck do you mean was?” demanded Grayson, “I don’t want any back alley butcher fucking touching him!” “Where are his glasses? Leo always has his shades,” said Amber. “What? Amber what are you talking about?” asked Grayson, “are you feeling alright?”

Present Day My tie was choking me. I hated wearing fucking ties. I didn’t let on that I was totally uncomfortable. I sipped from the crystal glass. It was only water. I was sticking to water for the night, at least until I got what I came for. Then, I was going home and having a stiff drink. Several stiff drinks. “With that said,” the speaker said from his place at the front of the ballroom, “please, everyone, give our honored guest and Champions of the Earth award winner, Xander Holland, a big round of applause.”

The tattoos along his back and arms shift slightly with every movement, like they’re alive, like they follow him instead of sitting on him. And then, glasses. I blink. “…You wear glasses?” He glances over his shoulder, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Sometimes.” I step in a little more, curiosity getting the better of me. “For what?” “Mild astigmatism,” he says, turning back to the stove. “Long hours, screens… makes it worse.” I nod slowly, even though he can’t see me. It’s such a small detail, but it makes him feel human.