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cherrycheridarling · 10 months
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slip up | t.h.
tom holland x famous!reader
warnings: none just fluff
summary: tom slips up on instagram live
wc: 335
a/n: missed u guys sorry abt my absence:(<3
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"That's a wrap for today! Go rest those vocal cords, Y/L/N." Toby, your producer bid you a farewell as you finished in the studio.
You nodded and hugged everyone goodbye before heading to your driver's car. It was at least midnight by the time you got back to your boyfriend's home that he shared with his best mates.
You and Tom had been dating for nearly a year and had done an impressive job of keeping your relationship away from prying eyes. With only a few suspicions here and there, the public saw you two as best friends and nothing more.
In his king sized bed, Tom was on Instagram live chatting with his fans. He needed a way to pass the time as he waited for you to come home from the studio.
"Why am I up so late? Jet lag sucks, guys." Tom lied to his fans.
He hasn't been on a plane in weeks.
"Is anyone in the house awake? Nope. They all sleep at, like, eleven or earlier. Party poopers." he frowned to the camera.
You quietly unlocked the front door, trying your best to not wake anyone in the house. Tiptoeing towards Tom's bedroom, you saw that his light was on, peeking out from under his door. With furrowed eyebrows you opened the door and saw him sitting against the headboard on his phone.
He smiled when he saw you, completely forgetting about his live, "Hi, darling. I missed you," he put his phone down and pecked your lips, "Did you get driven here?" you nodded, "You should've sent me a text," he picked up his phone and glanced at the screen, "I could've—" he froze.
You finished tying your hair up and looked at him with confusion written across your features. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong before he slapped a hand over your lips.
He looked at you with wide eyes, "I'm live on Instagram." he whispered.
You had to choke down a laugh because you knew the fans would recognize the sound immediately. You managed to peak at the screen without being in the cameras view and the comments had you struggling to keep your laughter down.
'HE HAS A GF???????'
'i'm gonna kms'
'WHO IS IT'
'no fucking way'
'PLS BE ZENDAYA'
'IM HYPERVENTILATING'
Tom opened and closed his mouth like a fish as he tried to come up with something, anything, to say. "Um, looks like I'll be going now. Thank you for joining and I'll see you all very soon." He had a sheepish grin as he spoke.
You smirked before speaking. "Bye guys." And pressed the button to end the live. Not waiting to see the reactions to your voice or if they would recognize it.
Tom wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you on top of him, "Cheeky one, you are." he placed a kiss on your forehead as you smiled into his chest.
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etoileholland · 1 year
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You should consider putting your requests in the tags so that more people see it! For my request, how do you feel about some domestic slow dancing in the kitchen to soften the reader after a disagreement or hard day? Thank you!
Thank you so much for the request! I really hope you enjoy it 🥰
Lover
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: none
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“How was your—”. Tom had asked when he heard you come in through the door, but before he could finish his sentence, he heard a loud thud from your bag hitting the hardwood floor, followed by a long sigh. He paid close attention to the sound of your feet shuffling across the floor, and noted when he heard you flop onto the couch.
“Was your day that bad?” He inquired. His question needed no response when all you could do was grab a pillow, hold it to your face and scream into it.
“This may have been the worst day of my life.” Your face was still pressed to the pillow, making your response muffled. You felt the pillow being removed from your face, and watched Tom place it to the side of you. He was silent, but looked at you with empathetic eyes.
“I was late to work because I narrowly missed the tube, and then ended up getting off on the wrong stop, so I had to run 10 blocks to my job.” Your response was hurried, and you had to inhale a sharp breath before continuing. “And then when I got to work, the annoying coworker from upstairs told me that I had a stain on my pants, and at first I didn’t believe him, you know? But then sure as shit, there was a blue stain on the back of my pants, and I have no idea where it came from.” You sighed. “I don’t even want to think about what it could be. And then my boss yelled at me for being late, and I almost burst into tears right in front of him.”
Tears were welling up in your eyes, and you looked up to the sky in hopes that it would stop the tears from producing. Tom, not wanting to interrupt, placed his hand on top of your knee.
“But the story gets even worse.” You added with a sharp tone. “I forgot to bring lunch, so I ran across the street to this kabob place, only to find out that my card declined for literally no good reason. I know there’s money in the bank but my card was acting up so bad, and I didn’t have enough cash to pay for it.” By now, the tears were falling down your face, but you continued on with your story. “So I ended up holding up the line until this nice lady paid for my food, and she gave me such a pitiful look.” You tilted your head downwards, letting the tears fall. The sniffles from crying were becoming frequent, and you knew that if you were to try to talk again, you would become a blubbering mess. Luckily, your day was okay after that point, but the events that occurred made you feel embarrassed.
Tom waited to make sure that you were done talking, and after a minute of waiting, he leaned forward and wrapped you in a long hug. He burrowed his head in your neck, and held you so tight that you were convinced that if he were to let go, you’d crumble. He held you as you sobbed, and rubbed soft circles on your back. “It’s okay love, I’ll always be here to console you after a rough day.”
His kind words made you cry harder, and you knew that what he said was true. Tom always listened to you when you’d come home after a hard day at work, and you were eternally grateful for him and his seemingly endless patience and kindness.
“I don’t deserve you.” You whispered.
“You do.” He whispered back. “You deserve all the kindness in the world.”
As the minutes spent in Tom’s arms passed, you were feeling better. When you were calm, you pulled apart from Tom’s embrace and placed a soft kiss to his lips.
“I love you so much.” You said softly.
“I love you so much more.” He answered, not missing a beat.
“I bet I look a mess now, with my eyes all red and puffy.” You chuckled while cracking a smile.
“You still look beautiful, but I will admit the snot bubble coming out of your nose is not a cute look.”
You playfully smacked Tom on the arm and broke out into laughter. “Rude!” You jokingly exclaimed.
“What?” Tom questioned in a playful voice. “It’s true.” He knew that the best way for you to feel better was to poke fun at you, which proved to be successful yet again.
“I’ll go get cleaned up.” You stated as you left the couch and padded towards your shared bathroom.
“Sounds good, I’ll prepare dinner in the meantime.” Tom answered.
Tom’s love language was acts of kindness, which is why he always insisted on making dinner every night. He wasn’t the best chef, but it was the thought that counts.
Tonight was breakfast for dinner night, and since it only took a few minutes to prepare an omelette and pain perdu, he waited until you arrived to start cooking.
You loved watching Tom cook, so you quickly washed your face and made your way into the kitchen. Taking a seat on the countertop, you smiled at how serious he looked while cooking. His arm muscles flexed subtly as he whipped the egg mixture and dipped the bread into it, before placing the bread in the hot pan.
You really couldn’t have asked for a better person.
“It’s rude to stare.” Tom joked.
“Well I can’t help it when you look like that.” You remarked with a smirk. Tom’s mouth curled into a smile, and he leaned over to give you a soft yet quick kiss on the lips before resuming the cooking.
He always played music while he cooked or did chores, which was something you also did. He usually played one of his many playlists, but today he chose a playlist that has soft, romantic music.
A song you quickly recognized began to play, and your face softened. It was Lover by Taylor Swift—which is arguably one of the most romantic songs in our contemporary era. The beginning chords played, and you began to unconsciously sway to the music.
Tom, noticing your movement, turned off the stove and held his hand out to you. “Shall we dance, darling?” He inquired with a smile, and you grabbed his hand as he led you away from the stove. He placed his left hand on the small of your back, and held your right arm extended outward.
As the song played, you both swayed to the melody and waltzed around the kitchen. Tom held you close, his forehead resting against yours. He was so close you could feel his eyes fluttering closed, and his lips ghosted yours.
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close?
Tom tilted his head to kiss your lips, his touch soft and tender. He was such a gentle lover, and his affection was always so thoughtful. “You’re my lover.” He whispered to you, making you feel incredibly special.
“You’re my lover too, forever and ever.” You whispered back, breaking out into a giddy grin. “Thank you for always being there for me.” You leaned back just enough to see his face, and noticed how his gaze never left yours.
“I’ll be there for you, as long as you’ll have me.”
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bradtomlovesya · 1 year
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In The End
Tom Holland x reader
Summary: You and Tom are triying to get to his parent's house for new year's.
Warnings: a little angsty but fluff in the end.
A/N: A little bit late but here you have a little imagine about new year's. Happy New Year Everybody. I hope you like it!
w/c: 1.5k +
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"We promised we'd be with your parents for New Year's" you tear off your nail polish with your teeth. A horrible habit that pops up every time you feel anxious.
"And we will" Tom nods and looks out the train window at the white snow covering the once green pastures.
Just because it took a while doesn't mean you live far from Tom's parents' house. The problem was that you were at your parents' house and they do live a bit far away.
"The train is late and it's 9pm," you stress the obvious as your knee goes up and down rapidly.
You hated being late for the festivities. Especially because you didn't want to spend New Year's Eve on a train while Tom's family waited for you.
"Babe" Tom lets his hand rest on your leg so you stop moving it. "We'll be fine. There's not much travel left and we still have time. I've already warned them and they understand so don't worry."
"This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't left your shower until the last minute. Not to mention you couldn't find your shoes." You grumble still peeling off the polish.
"Uh uh." Your boyfriend shakes his head. "I know you. I know what you're doing and I'm not going along with it."
"And what am I doing according to you? Telling the truth?" You frown. "Because if you'd been ready earlier we wouldn't have missed a train only to wait for the next one only to find out it was late."
"You're looking for an argument because you're anxious. You're trying to find blame because your mind won't stop thinking about what would have been or what could have been." Chestnut carefully removes your hand from your mouth so you stop ruining your enamel.
You inhale deeply and look down at his hand in yours. It's true. Another of your many habits.
"Why do you know me so well?" You look him straight in the eye.
"Because I pay attention to detail and know how to save arguments" he kisses your hand and steals a faint smile.
"Thank you" you kiss his hand too and take a deep breath.
"Nothing to thank" he kisses your forehead on the table that separates them and takes your handbag. "You brought the nail polish, didn't you?" he asks as he reaches into it.
"Yep. It's right there" he nods and you watch him lick his lips as he searches.
"Bingo!" he smiles and places it on the table. "Lend me your hand, I'll fix what you ruined."
"You're a total prince charming," you hold out your hand and watch him paint two of your nails with concentration.
"I'm getting better and better at this, I should do this for a living," he adds mockingly.
"I won't deny that they look much better than the first time you did them." You nod.
"Hey, that wasn't so bad. Or was it?" He looks at you for a few seconds.
"You tried to clean the edges with your fingers and since you couldn't you did it with a t-shirt which by the way is now ruined" you laugh remembering him "plus you did it from the outside in, not from the front out." You laugh more.
"Well, maybe it was a bit of a disaster," he nods with a laugh and blows your nails.
You look at him in admiration. How could you have been so lucky in life that you ended up with someone like him?
"Thank you" you smile broadly as he puts a coat of glitter over the colour. "You always know how to calm me down.
"I do my best" he concentrates on coating your nails with product. "You've always done the same for me" he says matter-of-factly.
You're calmer and it's all thanks to him. The pre-occupation leaves your body as soon as he uses his magic on you.
You want to marry him. You want it more than anything but you don't want to rush it. He'll talk to you about it when he's ready.
The train stops at around 11:12 pm. That means you have less than an hour to get home to your parents. One unpleasant surprise is that there aren't many taxis available.
The drivers must be spending New Year's with their families, you think. You should have been with Tom's family a long time ago.
"Tom, we're not going to make it in time" you roll your suitcase along the tarmac while your boyfriend is on the lookout for a taxi and an Uber at the same time.
"We will, I know we will. Okay?" He walks through the cold streets with you by his side.
The sound of wheels on tarmac keeps you busy. At least you try to, it's too cold to think.
"Tom..." you sigh, looking at your watch. 11:23 pm
"My family's house isn't far, for now let's keep moving until a taxi or uber finds us" his gaze is on his phone and on the road every time he hears a car pass by.
As you walk, a car speeds by and, because it had rained earlier, the vehicle drives over a large puddle of water and splashes it on you and Tom.
"This has got to be a joke" you complain, totally soaked, sad and annoyed.
"You idiot!" Tom exclaims but the driver is too far away to hear.
"This isn't right" You're cold, tired, hungry and anxious. You are not a good combination.
"Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something. We should give up and find a hotel." Sighs Tom, tired enough as it is. Tom never gives up and yet he's doing it right now.
You can't let him. You know how much he wanted to be with his family for New Year's.
"No," you deny. "We've come this far" you take your hand. "Let's go to that bank, swap our coats for some dry ones while we've got our suitcases, and set a fare that no driver can refuse." You smile slightly. He's been your rock, now it's up to you to be his.
"You don't have to do this. I know you're tired and it was my fault in the first place" he sighs and lowers his head.
"That doesn't matter now, love. Come on, let's go. You'll see your family for New Year's even if we're a little late."
"Okay..." she murmurs and walks with you to that bench to change their coats. You place a £300 value in the app and wait for someone to take it. A New Year's miracle is what you both need right now.
A driver accepts as soon as you are about to give up and better keep walking. You both get into the car in the back and ask the driver to turn on the heater. Both your trousers are wet and your hair is a mess.
"Sorry about that" the hazel-eyed one takes your hand and tucks a damp strand of your hair behind your ear.
"It's okay. I'm sorry I was a little anxious," you kiss the tip of his nose making him smile.
"Don't apologise for that," he denies. "Anyone in your place would have left me" he inhales deeply.
"Well then, I'll never do that." You deny. "But next time we'll take the train a day earlier" you laugh.
"I'm totally fine with that," he kisses your forehead. Public kissing is not your thing.
The car arrives at around 11:55pm and you smile internally. 5 minutes early is much better than 5 minutes late. The man driving helps you unload your bags.
"I think they made a mistake with the price, it's only £11. The man adds.
"It wasn't a mistake." Tom denies and hands £500 to the guy who does his best not to cry. "Happy New Year" he smiles and so do you.
"Happy New Year" he utters with a lump in his throat. Apparently he needed the money urgently. That's why he was working in the New Year.
"I really love everything about you. Especially how you help the people around you" you take his hand and both enter the property, ring the doorbell and wait.
"Well, if I can help, you know I will." He leaves a heartfelt kiss on your lips before the door opens and his family lets the two of you in.
As everyone talks about how worried you and Tom were, you can only be thankful that you got home just in time.
The clock strikes midnight. You're both soaking wet and freezing cold but that doesn't stop him from grabbing you around the waist and kissing you as the new year begins.
"Happy New Year, darling." His face shows those perfect little wrinkles next to his eyes that you love so much.
"Happy New Year, Tommy," you smile and blush. His family took a few steps back to give you two some privacy but you know they saw the whole thing.
The important thing is that in the end, everything went well.
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And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while...
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mxssingmemories · 8 months
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Not a Girl.
Pairing: Tom Holland x teen trans male reader
Summary: Y/N is trans male, and after a fight with his mom, he goes straight to the person who knows him the best-Tom. They've been best friends for years, and Tom's happy to help his favorite person however he can.
Warnings: Transphobia, dyphoria, hurt/comfort, lots of love from Tom.
Word Count: 1,000 ish!
A/N: this is kind of a vent fic, and I'm sending love to everyone who's ever gone through this. So much love for y'all <3
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The familiar feeling washed over you as you heard your mother talking to your grandmother. they were in the middle of an argument again-to you, it seemed like they'd been arguing every single day. Your grandmother was a very religious woman, and your mother just..couldn't accept the fact that you were trans. This was not news to you-your mother had supported you during your early transition, but her support had wavered and eventually almost died out.
You didn't mean to, but you ended up accidentally overhearing part of the conversation.
"Jesus, I mean you never fucking know with Y/N! She- I mean he- God, I don't even know what to call her anymore!"
At this comment, your eyes filled with tears. You chose to ignore the rest off the conversation, throwing on a jacket and tank top over your binder and putting your shoes on. You flung open your door, barely bothering to say bye to your mother.
"Where are you going?"
"Out." You said, walking out the door and slamming it behind you, starting up the car. It was cold for an Autumn day, so you turned the heater on full blast, locked the doors, and let yourself cry. All the thoughts about you not really being trans, not being good enough, wanting to be a "real man" came at you like a hurricane, overwhelming the hell out of you.
It wasn't fair. You were pretty sure of who you are, hell, you've been out for almost two years! Sure, you didn't really present all that masculine but you knew in your heart you weren't a girl. Every time you looked at your bare chest, you felt nothing for it-you didn't feel attached to them at all, and never once have you imagined yourself without a flat chest. You hated the way your voice sounded. You hated almost everything about yourself, especially the "feminine" traits your mom constantly said she saw in you. Normally you would confront your mom about this. Today, though, it was just too much-and for once, you let it be.
Through your tears, you let your brain run on memory to take you where you needed to go. You ended up at Tom's cozy cabin in the woods-the place where the two of you would hang out the most often. You were there so much he even had your own room, the "Tom Holland best friend special", in his words. It had started pouring rain in the time you got there, just getting out of the car had you soaked.
When Tom heard the frantic knock on the door, he opened it with a smile on his face. That smile quickly vanished when he saw his best friend soaked and with tears running down his face, he quickly ushered you inside.
"Hey, hey, easy there. Why don't we get you a pair of dry clothes, yeah?" He sat you down gently on the soft brown couch, Tessa immediately jumping up on you and letting you hold onto her for dear life. The minute Tom disappeared, your sobs got louder, Tessa's concerned eyes finding your face and licking it. You buried your face in her fur, waiting for your bestfriend to come back anxiously.
Tom emerged from the stairs about a minute later, clean clothes in hand.
"Where do you wanna change, bug?" he asked you, voice softer than usual.
"Here's fine.."
"Alright, I'm gonna go into the kitchen and make us some hot chocolate, okay? Call me when you're ready for me to come back in." he said, heading back into the kitchen.
You got changed as quickly as you could, hoping your body could just disappear. The sounds of mugs clinking and things being made distracted your mind a little bit, and soon enough you called Tom back in.
Mugs of hot chocolate in hand, Tom sat down beside you. Now that you were more comfortable, he decided it was time to start the conversation.
"What happened, lovie?" he asked, concern finding its way back into his eyes.
"Nothing," you mumbled, "I'm fine."
"Bullshit. I'm not an idiot, Y/N. You showed up here in tears and shaking like a leaf..what's wrong?" his tone went from angry to tender in a flash, and tears sprung to your eyes for what seemed like the fiftieth time today. You sighed, deciding to come clean.
"Me and mom got into a fight. Afterwards, I heard her saying some stuff about me being trans. It really hurts Tom. I know I can't expect everyone to be okay with it, but I really thought she was on my side. I just..can't keep doing this. It's fucking awful." you whimpered.
"Oh, lovie," Tom cooed, putting you on his chest to where you could hear his heartbeat.
You let the tears fall once again, more desperately. The smell of the fireplace burning and the sound of the rain on the big glass windows eventually pulled you back to reality. Staring outside into the forest, you let your mind quiet down for the first time in a while, feeling safe in your best friend's arms.
"You know I'll always support you, right? Whatever happens, I'm here. You have a room at the cabin for a reason, bug. You're the best man I know by far, and nothing can change that. You're even better than Sebastian and Chris," he teased, making you smile.
"That's not a hard mark to beat," you giggled, rolling your eyes when Tom ruffled your hair.
"Wanna go take a nap? I'm sure you're positively exhausted. I'll carry you upstairs, if that's easier."
"Yes please," you mumbled, allowing Tom to hold you in his arms to carry you up the stairs. Finally opening the door to your room, he sat you on the bed after pulling the covers back.
"Want the fairy lights on?" he asked, and at your nod, the room was dimly lit once again. The atmosphere was perfect-the rain outside, the room lit by only the lights, and the comfort that washed over you was the best thing you'd experience in a while. As Tom went to leave, you grabbed his arm.
"Stay?" you practically begged, your puppy dog eyes at work.
"Of course, Y/N. That's what best friends are for." he smiled, tucking you back into bed. You curled up next to him, Tessa snuggling up with you both.
"G'night, lovie." he mumbled, letting his eyes shut. You were both content in each other's arms as you two finally let sleep take you.
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No Blood Left in the Water
Wipeout - Chapter 11
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Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader
A/N: After this is just the epilogue! I hope you guys enjoy! Pretty please let me know what you think! I love getting feedback, it’s a really big motivator to me. Reblogs and comments are the best way for you to let me know what you think and I really really appreciate them! If you want to give me some anonymous feedback or just talk feel free to drop in my inbox! Also I’ve lessened my work load for this term so I should be back to posting more regularly after this. I love you guys xx
Warnings: Angst, fighting, crying
Summary: You and Tom sit down for a much needed talk
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You woke up feeling groggy and anxious. It was still pouring outside and although it was already after 9 am, the sky was still black. The wind rattled your windows, it felt almost taunting, like the universe was daring you to get out of bed, daring you to try and step outside. You didn’t heed the warning though, you dragged yourself out of bed and straight to the shower.
After a needlessly long shower you plopped yourself on back down on your bed and got ready to call Tom. You weren’t sure what to say. It wasn’t the kind of talk you could do over the phone, but you were worried you wouldn’t be able to spit it out in person. Staring at the phone was only making your nerves worse though, it was better to rip off the band aid and get it over with.
Tom picked up on the first ring, “Hi,” he sounded more dull than usual, not like he was angry or anything, just tired, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” you replied before clearing your throat, “Are you busy today?”
“No, I don’t work, and I wasn’t gonna do anything,” he paused for a second, “Do you wanna hang out or something?”
“Yeah, that would be nice,” you nodded, “I would suggest surfing or something but you know…”
“Yeah, probably better to hang out inside. It’s a little crowded at my house though. I, um, I’d rather it was just us you know?”
“Me too,” you agreed, “Well maybe we could drive up to the north beach or something? We can just sit in my car.”
“We can take mine,” he offered, “I put the roof and the doors on when I saw the storm warning. It’s a little roomier and you know… It’s sort of special right?”
Your heart jumped in your chest, “Yeah, it is. Well I can meet up whenever, I’m all ready to go.”
“Cool, I’ll come get you then,” he cleared his throat, “Be there in ten?”
“Okay.”
With that you hung up. You decided to bundle up in some thick leggings and an oversized sweater. Perfect moody clothing, something you could bury yourself in if you started to cry.
Tom arrived exactly ten minutes later. You ran out to his car with your head down, attempting to shield yourself from the rain. It seemed oddly confining to have the doors and the roof on the Jeep, but sitting in his passenger seat made you feel like you were further away than you ever had been.
“This is weird,” you commented as you ran your hand over the door.
“Yeah, it’s like a whole different car,” he kept facing forward, refusing to turn towards you. He still didn’t seem angry though, “You can still sit in the middle if you want.”
“That’s alright,” you blushed and put your hands against one of the vents, “I want to be in front of the heater.”
He nodded, “Right. Let me know if you need my jacket.”
“Thanks.”
He started driving, you were both awkward and quiet. You were trying to plan out the conversation in your mind, wondering how the best way to start was. Tom was focused on driving, you seemed to be the only people on the road that day. You were both totally silent until you spotted the turn in for the beach. You cleared your throat as he turned in.
“Have you ever gone out surfing in a storm?” you asked.
He shook his head, “No, not when there's thunder or anything at least. A little rain is fine, but going out like this would be way too dangerous.”
“That makes sense,” you mumbled as he put the car in park, “Maybe we should have gotten drinks or something.”
He nodded, “Yeah, that would have been a good idea.”
You both fell silent again, not even glancing at each other. You watched violent waves crash against the shore while rain pounded against the roof of the car. There was only so long you could dance around it.
You took a deep breath, “Harrison called me last night.”
He stiffened, “What about?”
“He said you and Adrien got into a fight,” you left it there, hoping he would elaborate on his own.
“Yeah, we did,” he licked his lips, “If you’re gonna scold me or something I don’t want to hear it, he deserved it.”
“I’m not gonna scold you Tom,” you blushed, “I just want to know what happened.”
“He pissed me off.”
“Tom,” you groaned, “Come on, I need more than that. And will you stop just staring out the window? I’m trying to talk to you.”
“He said some shit about you and I hit him, I’ll do it again too, that asshole’s not good enough for you,” he turned towards you only slightly.
You noticed it then, some bruising around his nose. You sighed and moved to the middle seat. You took his jaw and forced him to look at you. He had a black eye.
“Tom,” you sighed, touching his cheek gently, “This is from him?”
“Trust me he looked worse,” he pursed his lips, “It’s just a black eye (y/n), I’ve had a lot worse.”
“I’m sorry.”
He scoffed, “Don’t apologize, I started it.”
“Because of me.”
“Yeah, cause he was being a dick, I wasn’t gonna let him just talk shit about you.”
“What did he say?”
“He said your date was shitty and called your boring, and he was just being…” he huffed, “I don’t know, it was just the way he was saying shit, calling you my fuck buddy and shit, it sounded really objectifying, it pissed me off.”
You crinkled your nose, “Yeah, I probably would have hit him too. Thanks for defending me.”
“Don’t thank me for that, any decent friend would have yelled at him at least,” his eyes darted down before meeting yours again, “I mean it, he’s not good enough for you. You deserve a lot better than that.”
Your cheeks flushed, “It wouldn’t have worked either way, we didn’t really connect on anything.”
“Yeah cause he’s boring, and a dick,” he scoffed, “Trust me you can find someone a lot better than him.”
You already had. You had someone better than anything you could ever imagine. The prettiest boy you’d ever met, sitting right in front of you. He’d snatched your heart right out of your chest and there seemed to be no way to get it back.
“Yeah, he’s not really what I want,” you glanced to the side, unable to meet his eyes, “There’s some other stuff we need to talk about too.”
He stiffened again, “London?”
“Well that, and things have just been weird lately,” you took a deep breath, “I-I mean you kind of freaked out when I told you Adrien asked me out and I don’t mean to make you feel bad or something Tom but I spent the whole week crying over you…”
His eyes widened, “Flower…” he seemed to be searching for his words, “Y-You should have called, I’m sorry. I-I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad or anything.”
“I know,” your stomach was beginning to churn. Your nerves were burning again, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold your tears back for very long, “I know you weren’t trying too, but you did. A-And that wasn’t entirely your fault, a lot of this is on me, but just… I don’t know Tom, that talk made me feel really awful.”
“I’m so sorry,” he was quick to cup your face, “Really, I mean it.”
Looking over at him all you wanted was a few simple words. You wanted him to tell you he loved you and that it’d be okay. You wished he could read your mind because you couldn’t spit it out. You couldn’t tell him that it was your own fault you felt bad, that you felt bad because you loved him and you wanted him. You didn’t want Adrien or London or anything else, you wanted Tom, just Tom. Why was that so hard to say?
“Tom I-” you cut yourself off, your throat burned, “I’m scared.”
His expression fell as you started to cry. He pulled you into him, letting you sob into his chest. He cooed softly at you, holding your firm against him while he smoothed over your head.
“There’s nothing to be scared of Flower, it’s just me, you know you can tell me anything,” he attempted to sooth you but it only made you cry even harder.
You couldn’t catch your breath or even think really. Tom had no idea what to do or what to say. He just kissed the top of your head and kept you firm against him. You were sniffling and shaking and he just wanted to make you feel better.
“Is it about London?” he tried again, “I know it’s a great opportunity but you don’t have to go.”
He was being selfish trying to persuade you to stay, he knew that. He wanted you to stay there with him, for everything to just go back to normal. He probably should have encouraged you to go, told you how it wouldn’t be so bad once you got there. He wanted to put you first, but he couldn’t stand to see you sobbing like that. He wanted to make you feel better, and he wanted to make sure he was there for you anytime you started crying.
“You can stay here if it’s scary,” he kissed your head again.
“It’s not about London Tom!” you cried against him before forcing yourself to sit up again. You wiped your eyes and took a deep breath, a poor attempt to put yourself back together, “I mean it is, kind of, but not really,” you let out a frustrated groan.
Your head fell and you grabbed the back of your neck. You were angry with yourself, for your inability to sort out your feelings. For breaking down in tears instead of just spitting it all out. For selfishly wanting to put a boy before your future.
“I spent the entire date thinking about you,” you confessed, “I spent the whole week thinking about you. The only reason I haven’t said yes to London is you, because I can’t stand the idea of being that far away from you. It’s all about you Tom, and I don’t know what to do, I’ve never felt like this before.”
Tom’s eyes widened in shock. His body tensed and froze. You hadn’t raised your head to him, half hoping he wouldn’t hear what you were mumbling. His brain was struggling to process what you’d said.
“Me?” was all he managed.
“Yes you idiot!” another sob left your chest, you sobbed for a minute before you continued in a small, weak voice, “Sorry, you’re not an idiot, I-I’m just frustrated.”
“(y/n),” he responded softly, wrapped his arm around your hunched over form, “Come on, you know I don’t care if you call me an idiot,” he pushed on your shoulder, trying to get you to sit up again, “If I have to look at you then you’ve got to look at me too.”
You didn’t want to look at him, reluctantly you let him pull you back up. He wiped your puffy red eyes with his thumbs. His lips curled up to a smile, it was as warm and comforting as ever.
“I hate it when you cry, it makes me want to cry too,” he wiped your eyes again, “I’m sorry you’ve had to think about me so much, that must suck.”
A laugh broke through your tears and your head fell onto his shoulder, “You really are an idiot.”
“Yeah, I know,” he agreed, hugging you against him again. You buried your face in his neck and he pressed his lips against your forehead, “I’m scared too you know? I’m scared of you moving, I’m scared of you loving someone else,” he sighed, “And I’ve never felt like this either, like ever.”
Your heart thudded against your chest. You felt safe tucked away against him. You didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking him for more, by making him elaborate. Luckily he continued for you.
“When I was in Hawaii you were all I could think about, I’ve never missed anyone that much, ever,” he sighed, “A-And when you got that email about the internship you know I totally freaked. I opened it even though I shouldn’t have, and I got so freaked out I even thought about deleting it. I know that’s awful, but it’s true, I was just terrified by the thought of you leaving, that we’d always be far away, that I’d have to miss you all the time. Obviously I didn’t, and I never would have been able to do that to you, but you know it made me realize how different I feel about you compared to, well, everyone. It’s really scary, all of it. But I want you to know that I love you, more than anything, and all I want is for you to be happy (y/n).”
You held your breath as his words settled in. You weren’t sure if you wanted to kiss him or yell or just cry some more.
“I’m happy here,” you confessed, “I’m happy with you Tom. I love you, I don’t want anything else.”
You were both quiet. That was what you needed, to be held by him, to know he loved you how you loved him. Tom kissed your forehead and squeezed you tight. He smiled to himself, it felt like a weight had been lifted, it was nice to have it out in the open. It felt even better to know that you loved him too, in the same way that he loved you.
“I want you to go to London,” he confessed, “Even though it’s scary for me, I want you to go, because I want you to do what’s best for you. And if you decide you do want to go, a-and if you want to be together, then I’ll go with you.”
Your eyes widened and you sat up, “Tom I would never expect you to do that.”
“Yeah, I know, but I don’t want to be that far away for that long,” he held up one of his hands and waited for you to place your own against it, “Besides, it might be good for me. I could try going to school or something.”
You laughed, “Are you gonna get a 9 to 5 too?”
“No shot,” he chuckled, “I mean it though, I really like working with the kids. Maybe I could do something with that, I don’t know,” he shrugged.
“Okay,” you were smiling now, which filled his whole body with affection and warmth, “Would you really be okay leaving? You wouldn’t be able to surf as much, or see your family.”
“It’d be really different, but I think maybe I need that. I get really scared of change and growing up and shit, I know I have to get over that eventually,” he brushed your wet, tear stained hair off your cheeks, “You’d be there though, so I know I’d still be happy. Plus we can visit.”
“I was thinking even if I did go to London that I’d move back here after,” you blushed and leaned into his hand, “I really love it here.”
“Yeah, me too,” he spoke softly before he pressed his lips to yours.
His lips were soft and sweet, contrasting your salty chapped ones. You kissed him hard, squeezing his shoulders as your lips moved against his. You both wore big smiles when you pulled away.
“I love you,” you breathed out, “I wanna do it. I wanna go to London, and I want you there with me.”
“I love you too,” he replied with a smile, “I’d happily go anywhere with you.”
You squeezed his hand and fell into his chest again. You inhaled deeply and your eyes fell closed.
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pbnjparker · 2 years
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BUBBLE GUM | T. HOLLAND
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note: inspired from bubble gum by clairo bc I feel like the lyrics match this type of scenario! tysm to the anon that requested this! i hope u enjoy it <3 (also written in tom’s pov? idk why i added the question mark lol for more drama :p) ALSO lmfao i wrote it in a different POV!! trying it out and hopefully it won’t be too trash
pairing: tom holland x college!fem!reader
“sorry I didn’t kiss you but, it’s obvious I wanted to..”
Tom always hid his feelings. He was never really great at expressing them either but that all changed when he met you. You made him feel safe and that's all that mattered to him. It was the little things that mattered to him; he would bring you flowers, surprise you with random text messages throughout the day and even go as far as waiting for you to get out of class so you both can hang out for the rest of the day. 
There were times were Tom fought the urge to kiss you; he would subconsciously catch himself leaning in. Meanwhile you were off in your little world thinking about the cute classmate that was in your Biochemistry class. He would always pull away before you noticed and when you focused your attention back on him he would always have the same goofy grin you grew to love. Tom would feel butterflies whenever you looked at him; he wanted to love and protect you but how come you couldn’t feel the same towards him? 
“bubble gum down my throat and it’s a curse, but my luck couldn’t get any worse..”
He always wondered what he could do different to get you to like him. He longed the love and attention you gave your classmate. Tom at times wished he could be your classmate because maybe then you would see him in a different light. 
Those three simple words; the words he longed to say to you. He would choke up whenever he felt like he had enough courage to tell you how much he loved and adored you. But he couldn't and he had to sit through endless phone calls of you talking about this boy while he sat on the other line with a pout on his face. The feeling of losing you was too much to handle when all he wanted was for you to be his.
“i’d do anything for you but would you do that for me too?”  
Tom was there when you called him crying. He dropped everything he was doing and drove an hour to pick you up and take you to your favorite spots. He wanted everything to be perfect so he could see your smile again. You smiling was his favorite thing ever and he could sit there and just watch you smile all day if he could. 
After that night all you could think about was him. Tom knew you inside and out and knew what to do in order to make you feel better. He was there when you needed him most and never left until you smiled and felt better. He offered to stay ‘on call’ in case you needed to vent in the early hours of the day. He just wanted you to be okay; that’s all that mattered to him. 
You realized how blinded you were by other people to notice everything Tom would do for you. And now you wanted him just as much as he wanted you but didn’t know if you had realized too late. 
“oh and these seven years will be pretty dumb..”
Seven years later and here you both were; deeply and madly in love with one another. It’s crazy to see how fast time flies when you’re with the one you love and you nor Tom would change that for the world; for he has his world and his world is you. 
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stellatekintsugi · 2 years
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p3terparker · 10 months
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𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲 - 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿
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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: peter wants to be babied.
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𝗮/𝗻: hey guys!! it has been nearly a year since i’ve last written and i just wanna say i’m sorry for leaving for so long </3 please do bear with me, this may not be that good judging by how long it’s been since i’ve last written. i hope you enjoy though! also for everyone who has requested something, i haven’t forgotten about you! i’m getting to those soon :)
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“please hold me” 
it’s nearly 1am and you’re sprawled out on your bed watching some random movie that was playing on tv. you’ve been up waiting for hours for peter to come by after patrol, and now he’s finally here sneaking in through your window.
“are you okay baby? you finished up pretty late” you question softly as you take off his mask and brush his hair out of his face.
“i’m fine. i just want you to hold me” he says tiredly and practically puts all of his body weight on you, causing you both to fall back onto your bed.
adjusting yourselves to get more comfortable, you’re now laid back on your pillow as you hug peters large frame while his face is nuzzled in your chest.
you two lay silently as you rub his back until you decide to break the silence.
“you know, you’re still in your suit. you’re getting my bed dirty.”
“you just want me to take it off so you can see me naked”
“you’re done” you say before attempting to push him off of you. peter quickly caught your hands before you could even try.
“how did you–”
“i’m spider-man, baby”
“clearly” you chuckle, referring to him still being in his suit.
“since you want to see me naked so bad, i’ll take it off” he groans as if it’s the hardest task in the world. “happy now?”
“very. now come lay back down”
you don’t have to tell him twice. he quickly gets back into the position you two were in before and enjoys the warmth and comfort you bring him.
“you’re so perfect petey, did you know that?”
“mmm” he groans into as he nuzzles his face further into your chest, enjoying the sudden compliment.
“i mean seriously. you’re so smart, so strong, so caring and so funny. you being handsome is just the cherry on top”
“stoppp” he whines. “i’m blushing.”
“okay fine, i’m done”
“nooo, i didn’t mean it! keep going please” he cries as he lifts up his head to look at you.
“you are truly such a big baby”
“i’m your big baby. now continue please, i love being praised by you.”
how could you deny him?
“i love how cute you are. you have the prettiest brown hair and eyes. your face is perfectly sculpted too. i don’t know how i got blessed with the most handsome boyfriend in the world.” 
“mmm” he groans again in complete ecstasy. hearing your compliments is like music to his ears.
“you’re so cute, i just want to squish your cheeks” you say before lifting his head up slightly and squishing his cheeks together.
you cannot believe he’s letting you baby him like this.
“aww petey, you’re so adorable” 
“thank you” he says with a pink tint on his cheeks as he rests his head on your chest again, suddenly feeling sleepy.
you two sat in silence for a few more minutes and he peacefully drifted to sleep.
you were definitely going to make fun of him for tonight in the morning.
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hemmingsleclerc · 3 months
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''Is it obvious?'' Timothée Chalamet
timothée chalamet x fem!reader
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waitimcomingtoo · 3 months
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A Film By Peter Parker
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: Peter gets back into making little videos once the two of you start hanging out
warning: extreme 2017 homecoming era nostalgia
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Of course he went for Liz.
Liz was the ingénue. She was perfect in every possible way. Perfect grades, perfect face, and the perfect boy pining after her. You’d been crushing on Peter since the third grade but with Liz around, he never noticed you.
But Liz was gone now. She had moved to Oregon following her dad’s arrest and taken Peter’s feelings for her with her. Now that she was gone, you decided it was time to stop pining after Peter from afar and start pining from up close. And so, when you walked into the cafeteria that day, you didn’t sit at the end of the table like you usually did.
“Oh, hey.” Peter smiled in surprise when you sat down next to him. Smiling was good. Smiling meant he wasn’t creeped out by you sitting so close. You gulped before giving him best smile back.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing here?” Ned asked, making Peter give him a look. You immediately regretted your decision and wished you’d just stayed in your usual spot.
“What do you mean? She always sits with us.” Peter pointed out.
“No, she always sits down there. She’s never actually sat with us before.” Ned replied and gestured to the end of the lunch table.
“Yes, but I’m sitting here today because I needed Peters help with the chemistry homework.” You said and put your chemistry notebook on the table. You knew you couldn’t just randomly sit with them without a reason, so you came prepared.
“Oh, for Mr. Eddie’s class? It’s easy. I’ll show you my notes.” Peter’s offered with a smile. You returned the smile as he pulled out his own notebook. It was a win/win for you since you actually needed help with the homework and it would start a conversation with Peter. While he was explaining the problem to you, you never once looked down at the notebook. You were too focused on the curve of Peter’s suspiciously long eyelashes, the longest you’d ever seen on a boy. Ned noticed the way you were staring his his best friend and frowned a little.
“Does that make sense?” Peter’s asked when he was done explaining.
“Yeah, it does. Wow, thanks Peter. It sounds so easy the way you explain it. I wish this stuff came as naturally to me as it does for you. You’re so smart.” You said as if you had listened to a single word he had said.
“That’s nice of you to say but I’m really not that smart. I just like chemistry.” He replied as he blushed from the compliment.
“Oh, come on. You’re the smartest guy I know. You’re the only one that answers questions in that class. And you always get them right. When Mr. Eddie asks if anyone has any questions, I don’t raise my hand because I don’t even know what I’m confused about yet.”
“That’s I feel in English. I can barely make it through the first line in a poem and you’re already going back and forth with Ms. Teague about Pindaric odes or whatever they’re called.”
“You listen to when I talk in English?” You asked with a soft smile.
“Of course I do.” Peter shrugged. “I always find the reading boring until you raise your hand and talk about how you interpreted it. You make it interesting.”
“I liked that book we read when the kids ate the other kids.” Ned said and interrupted the moment. Your smile dropped as you and Peter looked at him with disgust.
“The one with the flies-“
“We know.” Peter cut him off.
“Anyways, thank you for helping me with the homework. I’ve been stuck on it all week.” You said to Peter.
“Ugh. That’s been me with my paper for Mrs. Teagues class. And it’s due tomorrow.” Peter groaned.
“Oh, the analysis essay? I could help you with that.” You offered.
“Really? You’d help me?” Peter smiled in surprise.
“Yeah. I already wrote mine. It would be no problem.”
Ned was watching this back and forth conversation for a while until it clicked it in head. He gasped and slapped the table, making you and Peter look at him.
“Oh my God.” Ned said. “That’s why you’re sitting here. You have a-“
“Can I talk to you for a second, Ned?” You quickly cut him off when you realized where that sentence was going. Before Ned could even answer, you grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the cafeteria to talk in private.
“You like Peter!” Ned whispered harshly. You clamped your hand over his mouth and pushed him up against the wall.
“You need to keep your mouth shut.” You hissed. “Yes, I like Peter, okay? I’ve had a crush on Peter since middle school. He never noticed me when Liz was around but now that she’s in Oregon, I might finally have my chance. I don’t want to scare him off so just keep your mouth shut and let me handle this.”
You took your hand off Ned’s mouth and he started to gasp for air.
“Oh, please. Your nose wasn’t covered. You could breathe just fine.” You said with a roll of your eyes. Ned stopped pretended and straightened up.
“So you actually like Peter? For his personality?”
“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Kinda, yeah.” Ned admitted.
“I like everything about him. And I’m gonna tell him that. Just please, don’t say anything before I do. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”
“Are you going to cast a love spell on him using a lock of his hair?” Ned whispered to you.
“What? No. Why would you even ask me that?”
“Because you’re a witch.” Ned said like it was obvious.
“I’m not a witch.” You groaned. “I just accidentally cackled that one time but it was only because I had phlegm in my throat.”
“Then about that time on the bus?”
“We’ve been over this. It was just a coincidence that that biker fell off his bike after I gestured with my hand. I didn’t move him with my mind.”
“And that one time in physics?” Ned narrowed his eyes.
“I still don’t know how that guys shirt caught on fire.” You shrugged. “It’s a mystery to me.”
“It caught on fire after he made fun of you for being a witch.” Ned pointed out.
“Maybe he was just standing too close to the flame.” You shrugged.
“He was standing in the doorway. There was no flame.” Ned reminded you.
“The magic of science.” You shrugged again.
“But what about that time-“
“Don’t bring up the nosebleed.” You whined.
“I am gonna bring up the nosebleed.” Ned hissed. “In sixth grade, our Spanish teacher got a nosebleed right after he told you to stop staring out the window and made everyone laugh at you. How do you explain that?”
“You’ve made your point, okay? Now are you gonna tell Peter or not?”
“Look, I’m not gonna expose your gross secret feelings, as gross and secret as they may be.” Ned sighed. “But Peter is still my best friend so I have to look out for him. I don’t want any spells cast on him.”
“That’s fine. There will not be any spells.” You held your your hands in defense. Just then, Flash walked by and laughed when he saw the two of you talking.
“Woah. What is this, the friendless loser convention?” Flash snorted.
“Shut up.” You snapped. Flash immediately tripped over his feet and fell to the ground, making Ned look at you with wide eyes.
“Witch!” He whispered harshly as he pointed a finger at you.
“Shut up. Let’s go back inside.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Ned back into the cafeteria.
Later that day, you met up with Peter in the library to go over your assignments. You started with his English essay and finished that within an hour before moving on to your chemistry homework.
“You can plug the numbers into your formula now using the method I taught you. And then you just solve for x.” Peter explained as you worked out a problem together.
“Hm. You make it sound so simple.” You sighed and leaned on your hand. Peter saw the way you were staring at him in his peripheral vision and felt his face heat up.
“It’s, uh, it’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I never liked the way Mr. Eddie taught it. I figured this out myself and it’s worked much better for me.”
“Thanks for helping me. You’re a good teacher.” You said and put your hand on his arm. Peter laughed shyly at the contact and cleared his throat.
“Thanks. And so are you. That was the best essay I’ve ever produced. I honestly worry she won’t believe I wrote it.”
“Well if she says anything, I can vouch for you. You put in good work on this essay. You deserve the credit.” You assured him, making Peter blush all over again. It occurred to Peter that he never realized how pretty you were. You’d been classmates since 3rd grade so he always looked at you as just another girl in his class. Now that you had his full attention, he didn’t feel like looking away.
“Thanks. I appreciate you helping me write it. I know it can be frustrating to work with me because of my dyslexia.”
“It’s no problem. And it wasn’t frustrating at all.” You shrugged. Peter smiled at felt better about how long it took him to write the essay.
“Thanks.” He said. You had successfully gotten him to spend time with you one on one but now you needed to commence the next phase in your plan which was to hang out in a non school related setting.
“Would you ever want to hang out socially?” You blurted.
“Like, and not do homework?” He asked. You nodded your head and he smiled before nodding as well.
“Yeah. Sure. I’d love to.”
“Cool. Me too.” You smiled. You hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that but it worked nonetheless.
“Does this weekend work?” He asked you.
“Yeah. What do you want to do?”
Hard cut to that weekend. You were on the subway with Peter and he had his phone out to record himself.
“Firts social hang out with a girl. A film by Peter Parker.” He said in a low voice before flipping the camera to face you.
“Staring me.” You smiled and waved to the camera.
“Are you sure you’re cool with me filming this?” Peter asked as he flipped the camera back to himself.
“Yeah, of course. The other ones you showed me were so cute. But why did it seem like there were so many missing parts? You were always talking about something cool that I didn’t get to see.”
“Uhhh, no reason.” Peter said and looked to the side. He had skillfully edited out any incriminating superhero activity that you were not ready to see yet.
“Well I like it. I feel like I’m on Modern Family.” You said and posed for the camera.
“Which family member would you be?” Peter laughed and zoomed in on you. With his phone blocking his face, he could shamelessly admire your face on his screen.
“Duh. Lily.”
“I can so see that.” He chuckled. The subway lurched suddenly and you both grabbed onto the pole, coincidentally putting your hands in top of each others.
“Oh, sorry. Our hands touched.” You laughed shyly.
“Oh my God. So romantic.” Peter joked, making you blush and look into his camera.
“Stop it.” You laughed and covered his phone with your hand. He laughed as well and put his phone away.
After learn you had never been, Peter decided to the Lego Store. He’d been hyping it up to you all week over text and now that it was finally happening, he hoped it impressed you. You walked in together and Peter heard you gasp.
“Big Lego Aladdin.” You gasped and ran to stand under the giant magic carpet and Aladdin made of Legos.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that string of words come out of someone’s mouth.” Peter laughed and went to stand under it with you. You looked over at him and were surprised to see he was already looking at you.
“This is even better than you described it. You need to show me everything.” You said and excitedly shook his arm.
“I can do that.” He blushed and nodded his head towards some of the sets.
Peter took out his phone to film you as you looked at everything in the store. The way you were looking around like a little kid brought a smile to Peter’s face. He zoomed in on you and caught himself staring at you fondly through the camera.
“Come on. I haven’t even showed you the coolest part yet.” Peter said and brought you over to the build your figure own station. He laughed when you gasped again and started to excitedly rummage through all the pieces. Peter didn’t bring his phone out again until you had built each other.
“Show me what you made.” He laughed from the other side of the phone.
“Looks! It’s a little Peter. He has a backpack and a beaker.” You said as you proudly showed the camera the little Peter figure you had made.
“This is Y/n. I can’t believe I found the shoes you always wear.” He said as he filmed the figure he had made of you.
“You notice my shoes?” You asked with a smile. Peter didn’t catch it because he was too busy fitting the hands of your Lego figures together.
“Look. They’re holding hands.” Peter gasped.
“Aw.” You laughed. “Us on the subway.”
“We should give them some privacy. They might not want us to hard launch their relationship.” Peter said and put his phone away.
“You’re so cute.” You laughed without thinking about it. Peter looked up at you with rosy cheeks and you gulped when you realized what you said.
“I mean-“
“Come on. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He cut you off before you could explain. He brought you to Delmar’s and ordered his usual for you to split. You sat together inside and you tried your best to remain calm. You always wondered what Peter got up to when he wasn’t at school and now you were in one of his favorite places and eating with him.
“Okay, this is Y/n’s first time eating at Delmars since he reopened. Let’s get her reaction.” Peter said as he filmed you unwrapping the sandwich.
“Wait, why is it so flat?” You laughed and held the sandwich up.
“Oh, sorry.” He chuckled. “I forgot to warn you that he always squishes it for me. But you’ll like it. Trust me. It’s much better when it’s squished down real flat.”
“Well I’m glad I now know you like your sandwiches to be squished. I would not have expected that about you.” You said and took a bite of your half before giving him a thumbs up.
“Yeah? You like it?” He asked hopefully.
“I do. Your squishy sandwich was surprisingly good.” You admitted.
“Well, I’m very pleased to hear that.” Peter smiled and phone away. “So to make it even, you have to show me one of your favorite places next time we hang out.”
“Oh.” You smiled coyly. “I didn’t realize there would be a next time.”
“There better be. I had a lot of fun with you today. How come we’ve never hung out before?”
“I don’t know. I always wanted to but you were busy running around with Ned or staring at…” You trailed off and chose not to mention Liz in case he was still hung up on her.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re friends now.” You said instead.
“Me too. I’ve never had a girl friend.”
“What was that?” You said and started choking on your saliva.
“All my friends in my life were guys. It’ll be nice to have a female influence in my life.”
“Oh. Girl friend.” You smiled tightly.
You hung out another hour before taking the subway back to your respective apartments. Peter walked to you the front doors of you building and you had an awkward moment where you didn’t know if you should hug or not.
“We uh, we should probably get an ending for your film.” You said with a timid smile.
“Oh, right. Thats a great idea.” Peter smiled and pulled out his phone. He pressed record and you waved to the camera with both hands.
“So, can you give our first time hanging out a rating?” He asked you.
“9/10.” You grinned and held up two thumbs.
“What? Why’d I only get a 9?” Peter scoffed and pretended to be offended.
“I had a 10/10 time but I have to deduct a point because we saw that guy cutting his hair on the subway and I was scared he was gonna throw the scissors at us.”
“Well I would’ve just protected you with my lightning fast reflexes.” Peter said simply. You smiled at him through the phone and he smiled back. He put the camera down and looked at you with a content smile on his face.
“Seriously, though. When’s the next time we’re hanging out?”
It ended up being just a few days later. And then again a few days after that.
“Peter’s first time!” You cheered as you filmed him during one of your hang outs.
“Trying boba.” He clarified. “I don’t understand this drink. Do I eat the balls?”
“Yes. Sip it slowly so they don’t all go down your throat.” You instructed. Peter took a big sip and immediately started choking.
“Peter! I said slowly!” You said as you slapped his back until he stopped choking. You quickly put the camera down to help him recover.
Your hangouts started getting more and more frequent and Peter soon considered you a best friend. Your weekends became each others and school days were often spent together in the library or at one of your apartments. You were quickly moving up the ranks in Peter’s life, just as you hoped. And the closer you got, the more Peter could not believe he had never noticed you before.
Little did you know, Peter often found himself watching the footage he had taken of you during your hang outs with a big smile on his face. He’d rewatch the videos he had taken and realize that they were slowly becoming less of a documentary and more of a highlight reel for you. He never imagined a girl as cool as you would for him so when he realized he was starting to fall for you, he quickly repressed his feelings. Little did he know, the feelings were mutual.
“Did you always make these little videos?” You asked Peter one day as he filmed you trying to balance on the curb of the sidewalk.
“I used too make them all the time but I hadn’t for awhile. I only started them again when we started hanging out.”
“Really? Why?” You wondered and stumbled off the curb.
“I don’t know. You remind me of the time before my life got crazy. It made me want to do these again.” He shrugged. You couldn’t help but smile at that information and turned around to look at him.
“So I could be the star?” You asked and posed for the camera.
“Exactly. You’re my muse.” He played along, making you laughed shyly. When he watched the video back later that night, he knew he had meant every word of that.
Peter sat in his bedroom one day and filmed himself wearing your glasses while you did homework at his desk. He looked over you every now and then just to admire the back of your head.
“Don’t break those.” You called without looking up. All you needed to hear was the sound of your glasses case opening to know what he was doing.
“I’m not even wearing your glasses.” He lied and admired himself in the camera.
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not. But yes, I am.”
“Knew it.” You snorted.
“Hey, how come girls always smell so good?” Peter wondered. “Your hair hit me in the face when you turned too fast before it smelled like a baby in a damn meadow.”
“It’s just my womanly essence. Now can you stop looking at yourself long enough to help me with my chemistry homework?”
“It’ll be hard but I can try.” Peter dramatically sighed and set his phone down. You got yo from the desk and went over to the bed with a cheeky smile on your face.
“Incoming.” You announced and patted your elbow twice like a wrestler.
“No, don’t.” He pleaded. You ignored his pleas and jumped on top of him. He groaned and pushed you off, leaving you laying in the bed beside him.
“Ow. My ribs.”
“You’ll heal.” You rolled your eyes. “Now can you help me with number 7?”
“Oh, yeah. No problem. Can you check this email before I send it?” He asked and handed over his laptop. You handed him your worksheet before reading over his email draft.
“Oh, honey.” You grimaced just a few words into the email.
“Is it bad?”
“Good evening, Mrs. Howard. I hope this email finds you well. I’m so sorry for bothering you. I was just wondering if I could possibly have an extension on my midterm paper? No worries at all if an extension is not possible. I apologize for any inconvenience this email may have caused. Thank you for reading, Peter Parker.” You read out loud.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“After your name, you included the name of the class, the time you have it, and a description of yourself. She knows who you are!” You laughed and turned the laptop around to show him his mistakes.
“She may have forgotten.” He pointed out. “I can’t take any chances.”
“Peter, this email is way too submissive. You sound like such a bottom.”
“Well excuse me, genius.” He said sarcastically. “How would you write it?”
“Here.” You said and handed the laptop back after retyping his email.
“Oh, wow. That’s actually really good.” He said once he read your updated version.
“This is why we are such good friends. You have all the math and science knowledge in this little, beautiful head of yours-“
“Little?” He interrupted.
“You’re right. Sorry, I was just being nice. What I meant to say is that your head is huge.” You corrected. “Anyways, you have the math brain and I have the literary brain. It’s like you’re Einstein and I’m Victor Hugo.”
“Who the hell is that?” He laughed as he peaked at your mirror to see if his head was actually huge.
“The guy who wrote Les Mis.” You said like it was obvious.
“Never heard of it.”
“What? You’ve never seen Les Misérables?” You asked in a thick French accent.
“Huh?”
“We have to watch it. It’s so good.” You said and snatched his laptop back. You pulled up the movie and handed it back to him.
“Oh my God. It’s two hours and 38 minutes long? And a musical? Hell no.” Peter shook his head and pushed the laptop away.
“But it’s so good.” You urged. “We can just leave it on in the background while we work. It’s super light and easy to watch.”
“Really? What’s it about?”
“Oh, you know. Just war torn France.” You mumbled.
“No. Absolutely not.”
“But you’ll like it! There’s prostitution and con men and um…oh! And orphans! You can watch it and feel represented.” You said and shook his arm.
“I hate you.” He laughed but nearly gave in to your request just to see you happy.
“Fine.” You huffed. “I finished editing your midterm paper, by the way. You don’t actually have to send that email.”
“And here is your completed chemistry homework.” Peter smiled and handed your worksheet back.
“Aw.” You gushed. “Look at us. I love cheating with you.”
“So do I. We make a great pairing.” He chuckled as he looked over at you. You looked back at him and gulped. You hadn’t realized how close you were with your arms and legs pressed against each other as you sat together in your bed. Peter knew his sheets would smell like your perfume that night and smiled at the thought.
“Now that we’re all done with our work, you know what we should do?” He asked as he moved in closer.
“W-what should we do?” You stuttered now that he was right there.
“You know what I’ve been dying to do with you for a long, long time?” He asked.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. What?” You laughed nervously. Peter moved in even closer and right when you thought he was gonna kiss you, he reached over and grabbed his laptop back.
“I wanted to show you a real musical. Not this French miserable bull crap. Have you ever seen a little movie called Hair-“
“No. I’m not watching Hairspray with you again. You scream-sang every lyric last time and I couldn’t even hear it.” You cut him off and reached over home to take the laptop back. He pulled it away at the last second and you ended up on top of him. You looked into each others eyes and both froze in the positions you were in. Your faces were almost touching but neither of you tried to pull away. Your eyes were going back and forth between his lips and eyes and he was doing the same. Like magnets, you two started to lean towards each other but before your lips could connect, May opened the door.
“What did you guys want- oh! Sorry! I didn’t realize I would be interrupting something. My bad.” May smiled sheepishly and pretended to cover her eyes. Peter burned bright red as you quickly climbed off of him.
“May.” He said warningly.
“Sorry. But maybe lock the door next time. And use protection.”She whispered the last part before shutting the door.
“May!” He groaned and threw a pillow at the door. There was a long, awkward silence before you were even able to look at each other. When you finally did, you smiled awkwardly and kept your distance.
“That was so weird. What did she think we were doing?” You laughed nervously to break the silence.
“Psh. I know.” Peter scoffed. “She said she was interrupting but we weren’t even doing anything.”
“Yeah. What did she think? That we were gonna kiss or something?” You asked and laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing you could ever suggest.
“Us? Kissing? How silly. Imagine that.” Peter forced a laugh as well and looked to the side. The awkward silence returned and you struggled to look at each other.
“Do you think she made dinner?” Peter asked after a beat of silence.
“Let’s check.” You said and quickly got off the bed.
You didn’t discuss the almost kiss and went home shortly after. You couldn’t sleep that night because you couldn’t stop replaying the moment in your mind. No matter how much you wanted him to like you back, if Peter reciprocated your feelings, he would have kissed you.
Your pity party didn’t last long because on the subway the next day, you felt Peter put his earbud in your ear. You heard the Les Mis soundtrack playing in your ear and looked up in surprise. Peter was already filming you with a huge smile on his face.
“This guy 24601 should stop stealing bread and stick to singing. He has serious pipes.” Peter said.
“You listened to it?” You melted into a smile and held your hand over your heart.
“Yep. I stayed up all night watching lyric videos because I couldn’t understand what they were saying with their accents. It’s actually really good. I love Eponine. I just wish Marious wasn’t such an idiot. How does he not see that his best friend is clearly in love with him?” Peter asked with exasperation. You looked directly at the camera and hoped it picked up the irony before looking at Peter again.
“He’s not an idiot. He’s a romantic.” You sighed. “He doesn’t notice Eponine because he’s in love with Cosette. And course he is. She’s prettier and richer and has perfect hair. He doesn’t even see Eponine.”
“Good hair isn’t everything. Eponine is way better than Cosette.” Peter scoffed. “I’m team Eponine all the way.”
“Are you really?” You asked hopefully.
“Oh, for sure. I see why you like this stuff. These songs are awesome.” Peter said and put the other earbud in his ear. He then flipped the camera around to film the two of you sharing earbuds. As Heart Full Of Love played in your ears, you couldn’t help but longingly staring at Peter. The fact that he had stayed up late just to listen to something you suggested made you overcome with fondness for him. If he had done something like that, maybe he actually did feel the same.
“I forgot how good this album is. I haven’t listened in a while. I used to listen to it all the time back when you…” You stopped short when you realized you were about to say too much.
“When I what?” Peter wondered. You looked him in the eyes and decided that it was time to be honest. The song ended and a new, much louder one began to play in your ears.
“Back when you liked Liz. She was Cosette. I was Eponine. I was the one pining after a guy who never noticed me because he was in love with another girl. You were never mine to lose.” You admitted. Peter stared at you for a minute before pulling his earbud out.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you just said. Master of the House is such a banger. What did you say?” He asked you.
“Never mind.” You smiled. “It wasn’t important.”
He smiled back before getting a text on his phone. You looked at his phone when you heard it buzz and realized he was still recording. In other words, he had just recorded you saying you liked him. Your eyes went wide but you only had a second to panic when you read the text he had gotten.
“Did Liz just text you?” You asked in a quiet voice. You felt like you were about to throw up. Years of crushing on a boy who liked another girl turned into months of pinning for your best friend and now turned into a rock in your stomach. Peter stopped recording the two of you to answer her text, which felt a little like a slap in the face.
“Oh, yeah. We’ve been talking lately.” He absentmindedly replied to you as he laughed at whatever she had written.
“You have?” You asked with a dry mouth.
“Yeah. She says Oregon is pretty cool. But she wants to come back and visit this summer to see everyone.” He told you.
“And see you?” You asked with a sad smile.
“I guess so.” He shrugged. “It would be nice to see her.”
“Yeah. Totally.” You said weakly. “So how long have you guys been talking?”
“I don’t know. A few weeks? She texted me a little while ago and we’ve been catching up.”
“That’s awesome.” You lied.
“I know. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from her again after she moved.”
“Neither did I.” You said through a forced smile. You needed to get off the subway and away from Peter before you started crying. So as soon as the subway doors opened, you bolted out.
“I gotta go. See you later.” You called to him before running through the subway station. You wiped tears as you went up the stairs and didn’t stop moving until you were in a bathroom stall at school. You gave yourself five minutes to be upset before drying your face and leaving the bathroom. It sucked, but it could have been worse. Now, Peter never had to know how you felt about it.
Peter was beyond confused by your exit on the subway but he wasn’t about to get any answers from you. You dodged his texts throughout the day and didn’t dare go into the lunchroom where you knew he and Ned would be.
“Y/n isn’t here yet?” Peter’s huffed as he sat down at your usual lunch table.
“Not yet. Actually, I haven’t seen your girlfriend all day.” Ned realized.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter blushed. “And I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding me. She’s been so weird ever since this morning. Everything was fine on the subway until we got to school.”
“Well did anything happen on the subway that would weird her out? Oh no. Did you graze her boob with your hand again?”
“No. That was one time. And it was her boobs fault, not mine.” Peter whispered harshly. “We were just listening to music together and I was filming her like normal. But she could not get away from me faster once the doors opened. It was so weird.”
“Did you say anything weird to her? Girls don’t like it when you say weird things to them.”
“I know that. I didn’t say anything weird.” Peter replied as he pulled out his phone. He watched the video he had taken on the subway with no sound to see where he had gone wrong. All he saw was you looking at him with heart eyes which made his face heat up. But still, no evidence of where he messed up.
“I knew it. We were having a normal conversation about Les Mis and then I got a text from and then she ran. It makes no sense.”
“What was the text? Was it May saying something weird?”
“No. And stop saying weird. It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.” Peter ordered. “And the text was just from Liz.”
“Oh shit.” Ned said when he heard this.
“What?” Peter wondered.
“Oh, Peter.” Ned sighed. “Peter, Peter, Peter.”
“What?” He asked again, annoyed now.
“Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter.”
“Are you gonna tell me what happened or just keep saying my name?”
“I can’t tell you. I’m sworn to secrecy. And I don’t want Y/n to put a hex on my family.” Ned said and held up his hands.
“Y/n swore you to secrecy? About what?”
“Can’t say.” Ned shrugged and zipped his lips.
“Does she not like Liz? And doesn’t want me to know?”
“Dude. Dude, dude, dude, dude. You are so close but so far.”
“So she does like Liz? Oh my God. Does she a crush on Liz? And she’s jealous that Liz texted me and not her?” Peter whispered with wide eyes.
“You’re getting colder.” Ned waved his hand. “I don’t even know how you got there.”
“That was all my guesses. Just tell me.” Peter whined.
“Hell no. I don’t want Y/n to curse my crops and make not grow for all of eternity.”
“You don’t have crops.” Peter pointed out.
“I could develop some.” Ned snapped.
“I just don’t understand what she would tell you something but not tell me. We’re best friends. She usually tells me everything.” Peter said right as his thumb accidentally hit the volume button on the video. Your confession to Peter on the subway was heard loud and clear by the two boys. Both of their jaws dropped as the video ended with you asked if Liz had just texted Peter.
“Well I wouldn’t have beaten around the bush like that if I knew you had video evidence of her saying she liked you right in your hands.” Ned sighed dramatically.
“I need to find her.” Peter said and ran out of the lunchroom. He looked around the school until he found you under the bleachers in the gym. You were sitting with your back against the wall and your knees drawn to your chest with your earbuds in your ears. When you saw Peter coming up to you, you quickly pulled them out.
“Hey.” He said and waved cautiously.
“Hey.” You smiled sadly as he sat beside you. You sat in silence for a minute as neither of you knew what to say.
“What’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you all day.” He started off. You looked at your hands to avoid making eye contact and sighed.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been talking to Liz?” You asked quietly.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t hiding it. I just didn’t think it would interest you.”
“Well you have no idea how interesting I found it.” You laughed dryly. “What do you guys talk about anyway?”
“Well, she originally texted me to ask me to confirm I had an internship at Stark Industries because her boyfriend didn’t believe her when she told him she knew a guy who worked there. Apparently he’s been trying to get an internship there for years and he wanted to know how I landed mine. Then we just started catching up. I only talk to her here and there, though. And it’s only ever about school or work.”
“Oh. I thought you guys were talking talking.” You couldn’t help but smile a little when you heard the word “boyfriend.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Just regular talking. When you saw her text on my phone, she was telling me about her cat getting spaded. And I didn’t know what that meant so she had to tell me. I should’ve just googled it.”
You laughed softly at that and he did too. The tension was let out of the conversation and you could finally breathe again. When you stopped laughing, you finally looked in his eyes.
“Do you still have feelings for her?” You asked quietly.
“For her? No.” He laughed. “Those are long gone. I have feelings for someone else now.”
“Oh God. Don’t even tell me. I don’t want to know.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Peter looked at you for a minute until an idea came to him.
“Actually, uh, I came looking for you because I was just making another video. Wanna be in it?” Peter asked and took out his phone. You looked at him like he was crazy and could not believe he had just asked that during that moment.
“I’m not really in the mood right now, P.”
“Come on. I can’t make it without my muse.” He said and nudged you slightly. You couldn’t help but to smile at that and reluctantly nodded. He propped up his phone against the bleachers and pressed record.
“In a world where two best friends have no idea how to communicate despite spending way too much time together.” Peter said in a fake deep, gravely voice.
“Okay. Shade. That’s fine.”
“What will it take for them to admit they have feelings for each other?” He kept the voice as he looked at you.
“Wait, what?” You asked and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Peter smiled softly at you and shrugged a little.
“What’s it gonna take?” He asked again in his normal voice.
“I don’t understand.” You laughed nervously.
“I watched the video from before. From the subway. I heard what you said.” He admitted.
“Oh shit. You watched it?” You grimaced.
“Uh huh. So if you’re Eponine, I guess that makes me the idiot who didn’t realize his best friend was in love with him?”
“I guess so.” You said with a tight smile and still didn’t understand why he wanted to film this incredibly awkward conversation.
“You know, if I didn’t have a video of it, I never would have believed that you liked me.” Peter told you.
“You wouldn’t? Why not?”
“Because it doesn’t seem possible that the coolest girl I’ve ever met liked me.” He replied.
“You think I’m cool?” You asked skeptically.
“I think you’re the coolest. And you know, I watch the videos I take of you all the time. And half of them are just clips of you existing. So I do notice you. It just took me a second to catch up.” He told you. A smile tugged at your lips as you stared into his big brown eyes.
“You’re my best friend.” You told him. “I’m sorry I want more.”
“I’m not sorry.” He shrugged.
“You’re not?”
“I’m just sorry it took me so long to wake up and find that what I’ve been looking for has been here the whole time.” He said as he hooked his pinky under your chin and brought your face close to his.
“Wait, why does that sound so familiar?” You wondered.
“Don’t think about it too hard.” Peter whispered right before your lips touched. You kissed for the first time under the bleachers but it could have been in a palace for all you knew. The world disappeared around you as Peter slipped a hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and laughed nervously together. It was a good nervous, a happy feeling of anticipation.
“Was that Taylor Swift?” You realized when you finally placed where you knew that like from.
“Shh. No.” He shook his head. “But yes, it was. You’re not the only one with good music taste.”
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Uni!Tom x ESL!reader
Word count: 5k
Synopsis: moving to London to attend university was difficult, but the language barrier was proving to be more difficult. All seemed bleak until your cute RA made your experience a million times better
Warnings: insecurity with speaking English (yet reader has good conversational skills), reader understands (and prefers) American English rather than British English sorry not sorry
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Everyone can agree that English is a shitshow of a language to learn. Many, if not most, of the words were not pronounced the way they’re written; and don’t even get me started on all of the irregularities.
Your journey learning the English language was rocky, but you knew that the hard work would pay off one day, so that you could travel and watch shows without translations—even if the language looked and sounded like it was created from smashing the keys on a computer keyboard. Yet, English, for all its weirdness, could be fascinating.
Eventually, you would say that you were confident in your abilities to speak and understand English—that is, until you arrived in London to attend university.
“Would you like me to put your luggage in the boot?” Your taxi driver asked you as you walked up to the car. The syllables strung together in a very rapid sentence, and it was hard to distinguish what he actually asked you.
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that slower?” You asked politely, your voice soft.
“Your luggage, in the boot?” He did speak a bit slower, but it still didn’t make much sense to you.
You looked at the car quizzically. There were no feet on the car, so why would it need boots? Maybe English isn’t his first language either.
The driver looked at you annoyed before opening the back of the car. “Would you like your luggage back here?” He repeated the sentence so slowly that you felt as though he was making fun of you.
“Oh!” You exclaimed, “yes, please. Thank you for repeating it slower.”
The man placed your luggage in the trunk, no wait, the boot of the car, rolling his eyes as he did so. It made for a less-than-ideal car ride to the university, but it was only a small bump in the road, you figured.
The taxi driver dropped you off on campus. On the flight here, you studied the map of the university so you wouldn’t be lost. However, it was getting dark out, which made it more difficult to point out the landmarks that you had memorized. People whizzed past you on their bikes, couples sauntered close to the walking trail, whereas you were standing in the middle of the sidewalk in your sweats and oversized sweatshirt, confused.
A girl with headphones began to walk past you. “Excuse me,” your voice came out timid. The girl didn’t hear you and continued to walk past you. Another student began to walk past, too engrossed in their own world to look up from their phone. Finally, what looked like a Professor rushed past you. He would definitely know where your student apartment would be located.
“Excuse me, where are the student apartments at?” The professor stopped in his tracks.
“Which ones are you asking about?” He, too, spoke with his words spaced so close together, it was hard to tell where one word started and where one word stopped. You had to pause to think about what he asked you, but you didn’t want to repeat yourself. Instead, you answered the question you think he asked you.
“Um, the Dover ones?”
“Oh,” the guy exhaled, “you’re on the wrong campus. Those flats are near the Guy’s campus, and right now we’re in Waterloo campus.”
You remembered seeing those locations on the map. It seemed close, or at least it did on paper. “Is it far to get there?” You inquired.
“I wouldn’t walk there if I were you. It would be wise to take the tube or a bus, especially with your luggage.”
What in the world is a tube? And why would you ride on it?
“Is the bus stop nearby, or?” You trailed off. He would’ve looked at you funny if you asked him what the tube was, so you decided against doing so.
“It’s just right over there.” The man pointed off in the distance. You had to squint to see what he was looking at, but it did look like there was a bus stop nearby. “There’s also a student shuttle that’ll take you to the flat, it’s probably a safer bet.” He looked down at his watch before looking back at you. “I have a night class to teach, but good luck getting to your flat.”
I’m guessing a shuttle must be another word for a bus. “Thank you!” You called out to him, watching as he sped off. The bus stop was a few minutes away, but it felt longer than it was, due to dragging your luggage behind you. By the time you made it to the stop, a small bus arrived. On the side read “student shuttle”, and when it stopped, the doors flung open. You walked up to the driver, who looked less than thrilled to see you.
“Would this, um, shuttle take me to the Dover apartments?” You asked politely as the bus driver nodded.
“Only if you have your student card.”
“Oh,” you replied, “let me grab it.” The card was stuffed away in your luggage, but you knew you had it. The bus driver looked annoyed as you rummaged around, even huffing when it took a minute.
“Found it.” You stated as you held it up to the driver. He sighed and motioned for you to take a seat. When you were about to sit down, he began to drive, which made you stumble into the seat.
Maybe going to uni here wasn’t the best idea…
15 minutes later, the driver pulled up to the student apartment. “Have a nice night.” He stated with no enthusiasm.
“You too.”
He drove off in a hurry, the fumes making you cough. When you craned your neck to look at the building, you noticed that it looked cute. There were a lot of students walking in and out of the apartment, even though it was late.
Someone held open the door for you while you dragged your luggage in, and even offered to help you carry it to your room.
“I’ve got it, thank you.” You smiled, “I need to check in at the reception.”
The student pointed towards the desk, and walked away. The receptionist was on the phone when you walked up to the desk, but when she was done with her call, she glanced at you.
“You must be new,” she stated while looking at your luggage, “are you here to check into your room that you let?”
Let? Does she mean “rent?” Maybe she did say that, but it could be muddled due to her accent, or it could be the fact that I’m jet lagged and heard her wrong.
“Huh?” You paused, “I’m here to check into my apartment that I rented online.” When you replied, the receptionist looked at you funny.
“We don’t call it an apartment here.” She rolled her eyes, “we call it a flat. And we ‘let’ out the flat, not rent’”. Her tone was exasperated, but you had no idea why. “You’re not in America anymore.”
Way to assume I’m from America, you thought to yourself.
The lady handed you the key to your ‘flat’, before pointing to the stairwell. “Right now, we are on the ground floor, not the first floor like you Americans call it. You’re on the fourth floor, which means you need to go up 4 flights of stairs, and not just 3.” That was probably the only thing she’s said that has made some sense. “You have no idea how many Americans get mixed up and complain that their keys don’t work, so don’t be one of them.” You didn’t have the heart to correct her, so you just nodded. She went back to her desk and waved at you. You waved back, stared at the stairs, and began lugging your bags up four flights of stairs.
The door to your flat was difficult to open, but when you got it open, you trudged through the door. The flat was small, cold, and the walls were painted an oddly vibrant yellow colour, but it was yours.
A knock at the door woke you up from your jet lagged sleep. The soft rays of light shone through the thin curtains, casting its light over you, who was sprawled out on the couch. It’s funny, you didn’t even notice you fell asleep last night.
The knocks escalated, so you shuffled faster to the door. Your hair was probably a tangled mess, and your clothes wrinkled, but you proceeded to answer the knock anyway. As you opened it, a boy with chocolate coloured curls smiled at you. When your eyes met, blush creeped onto his cheeks.
“Oh, hi.” His voice was soft, and his accent sounded nice. Not thick like the other accents you’ve heard since arriving.
“Hi,” you replied with a soft smile.
His gaze turned to the ground, his face still pink. “I heard you were a new student, so I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Tom, the RA for this floor.”
You gave him a polite smile when you introduced yourself. When Tom heard your name, he commented on how pretty it was.
“Thank you,” you smiled, gaze meeting Tom’s. When your eyes met, he looked away hurriedly.
“If there’s anything you need, I’m just down the hall.” He pointed to a room about 4 doors down— it would be hard to miss, since his door had decorations adorning it. “I look forward to seeing you around.”
“Yes,” was your response as you slowly closed the door. When you latched it, you let out a squeal. He was seriously the best looking guy you’ve seen in your whole life, with his chocolate coloured curls, his perfect jawline, and his beautiful smile.
You could get used to seeing him around.
The first day of classes were exhausting in more ways than one. The material went over your head, but most importantly, the professors' accents were so strong, you could hardly understand what any of them were saying.
Attending classes made you feel as though you were underwater, their voices jumbled, the words almost unintelligible.
Dejected, you dragged yourself to your last class of the day, Elizabethan Literature. When you opened the heavy door to the lecture hall, an American accent filled the room.
“Alright class, welcome to Elizabethan Literature. My name is Professor Johnson, and yes, this is really the way I talk.” She chuckled at her own joke, her eyes crinkling as she laughed. “I am from New York, so I have already heard every joke—and bad rendition—of my accent, so please don’t embarrass yourself by trying to mimic my speech.”
Her joking response brought the class to laughter. She seems really nice so far, this might just be my favorite class. Plus, her accent is clear.
“Please open to the first page of King Lear. We’re starting off strong here with a ‘lesser known’ classic from the Bard himself.”
The room became filled with the shuffling of books being opened, the paper creasing with movement. “I’ll begin reading, but feel free to pick up where I leave off.”
The entirety of the lecture was filled with conversation, and general confusion, over what was being read.
“I can hardly understand what any of this means.” Your classmate uttered under his breath, “I might just drop out.”
Me too, you thought. The language is far too complicated for me. I’ll fail the class for sure.
After class, you went up to your professor at her desk. She smiled as she began to put away her laptop.
“Hi professor, I just have a quick question.” Your heart was pounding as you anticipated what her response might be. “I’m thinking of dropping this course, but I wanted to let you know first.”
Professor Johnson gave you a confused look, but before she could answer, you continued speaking, “English is not my first language, and the reading material is hard for me to understand.” Your fingers were shaking, so you placed them in your pockets.
“Trust me, Shakespeare is too complicated for everyone, native English speaker or not.” She laughed, “and I’m speaking from experience. Can you believe Shakespearean English is considered modern?” She paused, glancing at you, giving you a soft smile. “But I completely understand if you’d like to drop my course.”
She was so nice, and understanding. “Maybe I’ll give it a chance after all. It made me feel better to hear that you struggled with it too.” You tapped the edge of the desk with your shoe. “I’m new to the country, and it’s been hard to understand what everyone is saying.”
Professor Johnson laughed heartily, “the British accent is hard to understand, but once you get used to it, it’s not so bad.” She gave you an encouraging smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners, “if you ever come across words you don’t understand, either ask me after class or please email me and I’ll do my best to explain it.”
You nodded politely, “thank you professor. I’ll see you next class.” Turning on your heels, you waved goodbye before leaving the lecture hall.
The walk back to your flat was calming. It was a warm august day, the birds were chirping, the sun beaming down. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Before you knew it, you had been in school for almost a month. As you got into the rhythm of your classes, it seemed as though everything became easier. The language barrier was becoming smaller, but there were still times where you felt like you were back at square one—progress isn’t always linear, after all.
The weather was shifting towards autumnal temperatures, the crisp air making everyone’s cheeks tinged pink. On your way back to your flat after your literature class, you heard music coming from down the hall. When you peeked around, you noticed it was coming from Tom’s room. You hadn’t seen him since he introduced himself, so you walked over to his door and knocked softly.
“Come in.” He called out over the music. The smell of chocolate chip cookies lingered in the air, the heat from the oven warming the room.
“Hi,” you said. When Tom heard your voice, he dropped an egg shell into the batter.
“Hi,” he choked while he picked the egg shell out, “it’s nice to see you.” He dried his hand on a tea towel. “How have classes been? Are they going well?”
Leaning against the counter, you sighed softly. “Yeah, it’s getting better. At first it was hard because I hardly understood anyone, but it’s not so bad anymore.”
Tom titled his head to the right, giving you a confused look. “If you don’t mind me asking, why was it hard to understand people?”
“Oh,” you breathed, “English is not my first language.”
Tom took a step back in disbelief as he audibly gasped. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I would’ve never guessed,” his eyes were still wide with disbelief, “your English is better than mine, and I’m a native speaker.”
Now it was your turn to be in disbelief. “Seriously? Is it that good?”
Tom nodded profusely.
“But I must have an accent, and half the time I cannot think of the right words to say.”
“Trust me,” Tom took a step closer to you, “your English is excellent, and it’s better than you realise. It must not be easy to be in a place where they don’t speak the same language you grew up speaking, but you’re killing it.” Tom rested his right hand on the counter, almost exactly mirroring your stance. “I’m incredibly proud of you.”
His words of encouragement were about to bring tears to your eyes. Here it seemed like you were drowning in a foreign language while being immersed in a foreign culture, but here he was being kind. You knew there was sincerity behind what he was saying. “Thank you Tom, I needed to hear that.”
“And I’ll be here to tell you that anytime you need to.” After that sentence, there was a shift in the air. Tom smiled again before turning back to the batter. “I’ve gotta make like a million biscuits for a bake sale tomorrow, so would you like to help me?” His eyes twinkled as he asked for your help, and you nodded your head yes. He squealed cutely at your response, causing you to laugh.
“On one condition,” you held up a finger, “you let me eat a cookie right now.”
“Deal.” He answered confidently. He watched as you lingered over the cookies that were spread out to cool, choosing one that was soft with plenty of chocolate chunks.
When you bit into the cookie, your mouth upturned into a smile. Your eyes crinkled, and Tom clapped when he saw your reaction.
“I don’t even need to ask if you like it.” He replied confidently, “it’s my mum’s recipe. It’s been in the family forever.”
“Please tell her I love them.” You replied happily, “I’m gonna need to eat like 15 more of them right now.” You reached out for another cookie, but Tom playfully slapped your hand away.
“You can have another one after you help me, you know, like you said you would.” His voice was teasing, playful, maybe even flirty.
“Maybe I’ll sit here and eat the cookies, seems like you’ve got it under control.” You smirked playfully as you quickly snatched another cookie off of the baking sheet.
“Hey!” Tom exclaimed, “I’m gonna revoke your title of beginning apprentice!”
You had learned the word ‘apprentice’ from tv, so you didn’t need to ask him for a translation. “Never!” You gasped dramatically. Tom tilted his head back as he laughed, his laughter lighting up the room. It was a sound you could get used to hearing.
“Alright then, hand me the flour.” He instructed.
It was easy to get in a rhythm while you helped Tom bake. He had a habit of sticking his tongue out while he concentrated, and it took everything in you to not laugh at how cute he looked. He also managed to get some flour dusted onto his chiseled cheek. It was tempting to reach over and wipe it away with your thumb, but you decided against it.
“So,” Tom broke the silence, “may I ask what your native language is?” The way he asked the question, with such carefulness, made heat rise to your already warm cheeks. As you told him, his face lit up.
“That’s so cool!” He exclaimed, “can you please teach me something?”
“That depends, what would you like to learn?”
“Could you point to all of the ingredients and say them?”
You chuckled, “of course.” Pointing at the various items, you slowly and concisely stated what each item was called. Tom intently watched you, even mimicking what you said. Sometimes he got the pronunciation correct, and other times he was way off, but it was so cute to hear him try.
“I think the way you said the eggs was funny.” He commented.
“Well I think the word ‘egg’ is funny. What’s even funnier is that people describe their heads that way. When I first learned that, I couldn’t stop laughing.” The memory brought a laughter that escaped your mouth.
“It must be so fun to learn all the silly little things in a new language.” Tom commented as he shifted his weight to his right leg. He was leaning over the bowl of mixed ingredients. “Could you teach me a funny phrase?”
It took a second to think of one, but when you told Tom one of your favourite ones, and what it meant, he guffawed. “I love it, I’m gonna use it all the time.”
Hearing Tom say that made your cheeks burn. You touched your face softly, “I can’t wait to teach you more things.”
“And I can’t wait to learn.”
A few hours later, both you and Tom were sprawled out on the touch. You felt as though you did an intense workout with the way your arms and shoulders felt. Tom groaned as he shifted in his seat. “I swear I never want to see another biscuit as long as I live.”
“Me either.” You remarked flatly.
“I’m kinda thirsty,” Tom thought aloud, “would you like some hot chocolate?”
“Yes please.” You grinned as you watched Tom walk over to the stove. He poured milk into a saucepan, turned on the heat, and began to stir the milk. Through his shirt, you could see his back muscles move as he stirred slowly. It was hard to look away, but friends don’t stare at the other longingly. Minutes passed quickly, and before you knew it, the drink was ready.
“Would you like some squirty cream on it?” Tom asked as he walked over to the fridge.
“Would I like what?” You answered shockingly, “Tom, I think that’s a bit suggestive.”
Tom snapped his head to the right, his eyes bugged out. “What did I do?”
“You asked if I wanted something squirted onto the chocolate!” It was uncontrolled laughter on your end as you kicked your feet. “That’s the grossest thing I’ve heard!”
“How so?” Tom’s face was beet red, and his demeanour flustered. Once he realised what he said, he let out an awkward giggle. “Oh! I see how that can sound weird. Squirty cream is what we Brits call whipped cream.”
“You’ve gotta be joking.”
“I’m not.” He held the can in his hand, holding it out so it’s pointing towards you. “Come read the label for yourself.”
You padded over to where Tom was standing. He held the can up for you to read—the ‘squirty cream’ was clearly written on the label. “I don’t like that term.”
“I can’t blame you,” he nodded, “it does sound bizarre and borderline gross.” Tom held the nozzle to the mugs and watched as the cream filled the brim of the mug. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“Go for it.” You replied as you reached around Tom to grab your mug. The warmth brought comfort to you.
“How did you learn English?”
Before answering, you took a drink of the cocoa. “Through classes, and by watching a lot of American television.”
“Ah, I hope that wasn’t a rude question.”
“Not at all.” You quickly replied.
“Did English come easy to you?” Tom’s voice was soft, “and have you studied for a long time?”
Taking another drink of your hot chocolate, you paused before answering. “For the first question, no.” You shook your head as you remembered your journey with learning the language. “Instead of playing with my friends at recess, my teacher made me stay inside to work on my English homework. I used to sit there and cry because it was so hard, and my teachers were mean about it.” The humiliating memory made your eyes well up with tears. Blinking them away, you continued, “my teacher would ask me why I couldn’t do it, but I didn’t know why. They made me feel dumb, and it made me almost hate English.”
“They shouldn’t have treated you that way.” Tom added sympathetically, “you were trying as hard as you could, so they shouldn’t have been so mean.”
Gosh, he’s so caring.
“We also used to have these, um, exams, where we would have to write out a conversation in English, memorise it, and say it in front of everyone in the class.”
When you paused, Tom spoke up. “That sounds like my worst nightmare, but it would make sense why your conversation skills are so good.”
“You really think so?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you.”
His response made your heart soar. “It was way more fun to watch American tv shows, such as Friends, and to listen to music, to learn new words.”
“Oh, I bet. Textbook learning is no fun.” He smiled before taking a sip of his cocoa. “You know,” Tom clicked his tongue, “I’m really glad you still decided to learn English, even though it was hard. I don’t want to imagine not being able to talk to you at all.”
Heat bloomed in your cheeks, “I’m glad I learned English too, because I like talking to you.” When you looked at Tom, you noticed his cheeks were pink.
“I like talking to you too.” He drank from his cup, took a moment, and continued speaking. “It now makes sense why you say some words in an American accent, because you learned them that way.”
“Wait, really?” You met Tom’s soft gaze.
“Yeah.”
“That makes sense.” You replied, “I had such a hard time when I came here. I thought English was the same everywhere, but after coming here, I realised that the vocabulary was different.” You set your now empty cup down gently on the counter, and Tom did the same.
At your response, Tom smiled sympathetically. “Americans have weird words for things.”
“Not true.” You refuted, “their words make more sense. I feel like I’m not even speaking the same language as you guys.”
Your comment made Tom laugh in disbelief.
“I’m serious! And don’t get me started on some of the accents I’ve heard here…” you trailed off.
Tom gasped dramatically. “Be careful what you say about our accents!”
“Some of them are so thick that I feel like I need subtitles to understand what they’re saying.” Both you and Tom laughed simultaneously at your comments.
“I will actually give you that one, some people have accents that even I can hardly understand.”
“See!” You playfully poked Tom in the chest. “It’s not just me.”
Tom looked down at your pointer finger where it touched his chest. His face turned pink at the innocent touch. “You’re right, except for the vocabulary thing. I will disagree with you on that until the day I die.”
“Wow.” You exhaled. “It’s like the expression I heard once, about them dying on a mountain, I think.”
“You mean, ‘die on that hill’.” Tom politely corrected as he took a step closer to you. “It means to never stop defending your statement.”
“Exactly, thank you for telling me what it was.”
“Anytime.” Tom brushed his fingers along his forehead to move a loose curl that had landed near his eye. “Hey,” he added, “do you find my accent hard to understand?”
You shook your head no. “Your accent is very easy to understand.”
“What about my speech…am I speaking too fast for you?” Tom glanced down at the bowl of batter on the counter. “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t understand me, you know?” He paused, “but I don’t want to make you feel like a kid who can’t understand what I’m saying. Am I making sense?”
It was heartwarming to see Tom being so considerate of you, and your speaking abilities. In fact, his kindness made your heart skip a beat. “You speak at just the right pace, not too fast or too slow.”
“So just right?” He glanced back at you, making eye contact. His eyes were soft, yet you knew he needed reassurance.
“Yes, just right.”
The space between you and Tom had gotten smaller than you realised. He was so close that you could smell his cologne, and you were so close that he could smell the chocolate from the cookies you ate. “So,” Tom spoke in a hushed tone, “thank you for popping by to help me make biscuits, or as you say, cookies.”
“Anytime,” you whispered back, “I enjoyed myself.”
“Me too.” He replied. You glanced at his soft pink lips as he glanced at yours. His gaze flicked upwards to meet yours, to which you smiled up at him. “I, um, was wondering if… you would—”
A knock at the door caused the both of you to flinch.
“Oi!” A guy shouted while he knocked again on the door. “I finished making the brownies you asked for, have you finished the biscuits?”
“Shit.” Tom muttered under his voice. You watched as he sauntered over to the guy who interrupted you both. “Yeah, I finished them. Give me like a minute.”
“Why?” The guy peeked his head in. When he saw you, he whooped and hollered. “Damn Holland, you have a girl over?”
Tom groaned in response. “You can see her too?” He faked a gasp as he began to close the door on the guy, “now if you’ll excuse me, I was in the middle of something.”
“But I wanna—” Tom shut the door on the guy and locked it swiftly behind him. He leaned against the door, his eyes rolling in response.
“I can hardly stand him, but he’s the other RA on this floor, so I have to collaborate with him quite a bit.”
“I see.” You quietly responded. It makes sense why Tom can’t stand him—neither could you, and you barely met the guy. The atmosphere in the room that had once felt warm now felt awkward. You felt as though you had probably overstayed your welcome.
Tom took a few steps towards you. Once he was standing a foot apart, he rubbed the nape of his neck awkwardly. He opened his mouth to talk, but you beat him to it.
“Thank you for letting me spend time with you.”
“Of course.” He meekly responded.
“I’ll get going now.” As you brushed past Tom, you could smell his cologne, the scent irresistible.
“Sure, yeah.” It took every ounce of restraint to not reach out to grab your arm, hoping that you’d stay longer. His hand twitched at the thought, so he stuffed it into his back pocket. “I appreciated the help.”
You hummed in response. “If you ever need help again, or would like more language lessons, you know where to find me.” You raised your arm towards the general direction of your flat.
Tom’s face lit up at the invitation, “and you know where to find me.” He placed his hand on the door handle while you stood in the hallway. “The bake sale is tomorrow at 3pm in the student union, if you’d like to come by and you know, actually pay for the cookies you ate along the way.” His intonation was playful, and he clicked his tongue after he finished speaking.
“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” You winked while shrugging your shoulders.
“I want you to.” Tom blurted out, his voice laced with hope, desperation even.
His response made your heart pound as your stomach filled with butterflies. You leaned against the wall in an attempt to not fall from being weak in the knees. “I’ll definitely be there, so save me a chocolate chip cookie.”
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a/n; learning and being immersed in an entirely different language than the one you grow up speaking has so many challenges, but can also be so rewarding when you find yourself being able to communicate with others and enjoy films/music from that culture. I know everyone has a different journey, and different experiences, when it comes to learning a language, so I tried to use as many personal experiences—as well as my friend’s experiences—to write this piece. I chose to use American English as the standard that the reader understood because American culture really is everywhere. I didn’t want it to be clichéd, but I also wanted it to be as authentic as possible, so I really hope you not only enjoyed it but resonated with it :)
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R.I.P To The Old You
Tom Holland x reader
Summary: Tom has been changing a lot lately, that doesn't mean it's a bad thing, does it?
Warnings: ANGST!, swearing, bad ending!
w/c: 3.4k +
Author's Note: I am back, bitches! I am a whore for angst as always ♡. Hope you enjoy and reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciate it as always.
(Gif not mine)
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You met Tom just before he started filming his Spider-man: Homecoming movie. His first Spider-man movie, that was a big change to go through. Tom dealt with it in the best way possible, he was playing his favorite superhero from when he was a kid and that was more than enough.
Back then Holland was fun, creative and you could say a bit naive. He always saw the best in people, even when those people didn't deserve it. Tom has always been too good to be true and maybe that's one of the reasons you fell deeply in love with him. It wasn't hard to do, Tom is like one of those characters in books that you always read. He was human and no one is perfect, of course he is not the exception but Tom was perfect in your eyes.
With a little caution and care he also fell in love with you. You didn't understand how or why but that was the least important thing. Tom fell for you as much as you did for him and it has been that way for 5 years.
You were 18 when you started dating and he was 21. Now you are about to turn 23 and nothing could have been better in those 5 years. Tom has filmed many movies, including two more Spiderman movies and you have been there every step of the way supporting him. You couldn't be prouder of him.
Tom has also been a rock for you during all these years of your relationship. He is the one who has been with you every step of the way and has never let you down and you appreciate that more than anything.
Your relationship was kept private for a while but it became harder and harder to keep it a secret so, just a year into dating, a picture of you kissing on the beach appeared in every newspaper and magazine online. Who you were was a complete mystery to everyone and you were chased by paparazzi more times than you can count.
Still, as everything happens, so did the news. Everyone got used to seeing you together and then you went from being the news of the year to just another couple in Hollywood. There's always one or two paparazzi taking pictures of you, but there is no fresh news anymore. Everyone knows you've been together for 5 years and the only thing Tom gets asked about you in his interviews is if you have plans to get married. Of course you do, but not right now.
These 5 years have been good. However, for the past two years you have been noticing changes in Tom's behavior. They have been subtle changes but they have not gone unnoticed by you.
They are both good and bad changes. You know that people change, grow and transform all the time... it's just that sometimes you long for the way things used to be. Sometimes you miss the 21-year-old Tom after filming his first movie.
Especially now when you're sitting on the couch watching Tom on the patio smoking a cigarette to control the amount of stress he's feeling about the new series he's filming.
You were never a fan of that habit and he knows it more than anyone. That's why he doesn't smoke inside the house, he understands perfectly well that the smell of cigarette smoke makes you dizzy to death.
Your birthday is tomorrow. That's why Tom came back from the States for a few days to spend it with you. Although, to say he came back is saying too much. His body was here, clearly. But his mind was elsewhere.
The moment you saw Tom put out his cigarette, you turn your head and look at the TV in front of you that you weren't even watching. You only had it on for mere noise. A habit you had picked up since your boyfriend became more famous and his stays in America longer.
Tom enters the house feigning nonchalance, something he does when he doesn't want you to ask him what's wrong. He approaches you to kiss you and just before he does your hand stops him.
"I'm sorry, the cigarette smell is too strong" you apologize. The smell is indeed unpleasant for you and the last thing you want is to be rude, you hope he understands as he always has, but this time he does not.
"It's just a cigarette, I don't understand why the fuck it bothers you so much." He spits with disdain and your reaction is one of disgust.
"Love, you know the smell gives me a headache even if I don't want it." You try to keep your composure. You don't want to argue, not after he's been away so long.
"And it's annoying that I can't kiss my girlfriend just because of that." He says in all seriousness.
"I have mints, I can bring them over and then do a make out session" you smile. While that's not going to get rid of the smell completely, it's going to make it a little more enjoyable for you.
"Never mind anymore" he shakes his head. "What time is the party?" he looks at you.
"Five in the afternoon." You don't argue that he's forgotten either. You know he's got a lot on his mind.
"That's okay. I was thinking of going to a spa with the guys in the morning and part of the afternoon." He opines.
"Sounds like a really good idea to me, maybe then you can get rid of some of the stress you're dealing with" ~as long as you don't forget the party~ you think.
You move on the couch until you're on his lap and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Little mint?" you pout and hold it out to him.
You finally see him smile and take the mint in his mouth at which he shakes his head. "You weren't going to give up, were you?" he asks.
"No" you laugh lightly and play with the hair on the back of his neck. "I've missed you." You murmur and press your forehead to his. Your hands slide down to his shoulders and you begin to massage him, feeling his muscles relax under your touch.
"And I've missed you too..." he smiles and closes his eyes for a moment to rest them. "As much as I like that massage I have a better idea for stress release" his hands move down to your butt and linger there.
"Ah yes, which one?" You raise an eyebrow. You ask even though you already know the answer.
"This one..." he kisses your lips and moves his kisses down your neck. "I feel like hearing you moan my name... what do you say?"
You nod feeling the wetness between your legs and before a word is out of your mouth, Tom is already carrying you towards the bedroom.
~♡♥︎♡~
Unfortunately, fate did not seem to be in your favor. It had been three hours since the party had started and Tom still hadn't arrived.
You felt sad and tired. You didn't want to keep making excuses to the other guests, who were your friends and family, as to why your boyfriend wasn't at your party.
The truth is that Tom had run out of time. He fell asleep after a few massages and, since he had left his phone in the locker to avoid the anxiety of looking at it, he hadn't checked the time for a long time. Holland only wanted one thing, to stop thinking about his social media and, not to worry about his acting career, at least for a couple of hours.
His friends had left a while ago already because they had things to do and had left him alone. It wasn't until Tom overheard two workers talking about the end of the shift that he realized it was already after 7 pm.
"Excuse me, can you tell me what time it is?" Tom asks one of the masseuses.
"It's 8:34 pm, sir" she replies politely.
"What?!" He exclaims. "No no no no no no no. It's already too late" Tom gets up, gets dressed as fast as he can and drives to your shared home. "God... what an idiot" he mutters to himself as he drives and tries to call you but you don't answer.
"Answer, answer, answer, answer..." he mumbles over and over to himself but it always goes to voicemail. "Shit!" He exclaims and slams the steering wheel.
How could Tom forget your birthday party?
"I'm sure something happened and he couldn't make it" Harry tries to cheer you up.
"You said the last time you saw him he was on a massage table" you sigh and take off your shoes, you were exhausted. "I don't think anything happened to him" you deny. "He just forgot" you mutter.
To say your boyfriend forgot your birthday party is total torture.
"Are you sure you want to stay alone?" Sam asks to whom his girlfriend was already waiting in the car.
You had already sent everyone home with the excuse that you had to work tomorrow and your head hurt too much.
"I'm sure, but thanks for coming guys, it was nice..." you smile slightly.
The party wasn't a fiasco. In fact you were surrounded by people who love you so it wasn't too bad. Except for the fact that you just wanted to spend time with Tom and he hadn't shown up.
Harry and Sam left together. You walked to the kitchen to get some water and throw away some disposables that were lying around.
Tom arrived a few minutes later.
"I'm home!" He announces hoping it's not too late but when he sees you alone in the kitchen, a lump forms in his throat. "Where is everyone?" he asks in confusion and walks in your direction.
"They've already left. I wasn't feeling well enough to continue the party" you reply honestly.
"I'm really sorry" he tries to meet your gaze but you avoid him. "Y/n I-."
"I don't want your explanations" you deny "I'm tired, I'll go to sleep". You walk past him to go to your bedroom and he takes your arm
"Babe, please," he begs. "I'm really sorry."
"I know. I know you're sorry" you sigh. "But right now I feel hurt and really upset so please just let me go to sleep." You look him in the eye. You're serious, you're not in the mood to argue, you just want to lie down, cry and try to sleep.
His look is sad and he doesn't want to do it but he accepts it. He lets go of your arm slowly and lets you walk to your room. When he hears you lock the door he knows he will have to get a blanket and settle down in the guest room to sleep.
~♡♥︎♡~
You don't leave the room until around 1 pm. You know that as soon as you do Tom will be there to apologize - again - and you must prepare yourself to deal with that.
"I made pancakes for breakfast but now it's more of a brunch" he jokes trying to lighten the mood as soon as you enter the kitchen.
"Thanks" you nod and pour yourself a glass of orange juice.
"Y/n?" your boyfriend asks.
"Hmm?" You make a sound in response.
"Can we talk about yesterday? I really want to fix it."
"I'm listening." You turn to look at him and fold your arms with your body leaning against the kitchen counter.
"I lost track of time yesterday and it was really stupid of me. I have no excuses, I just apologize and promise it won't happen again." He licks his lips and watches you waiting for you to say something.
"It's already forgotten" you smile slightly. Tom is only staying a few more days and you don't want to spend this time arguing.
"Are you sure?" He raises an eyebrow, He was expecting it to be much harder.
"Yep" you nod and lean in to kiss his cheek.
"Okay, thanks" he nods and smiles "Can Haz, Tuwaine, Harry and Sam come over today?"
"Sure, I don't see why not. I'll go change."
You go to the room and do what you said you would. Being honest you expected Tom to try a little harder... like he did before. But he was someone different now. That didn't mean something exactly wrong, did it?
Anyway, the boys arrived. They were all sitting and talking in the garden. You went to the kitchen to get them some snacks and what you saw was not at all pleasant. A small plate that your mother had given you - which by the way was one of your favorites - had been used as an ashtray and that hurt you to the bottom of your heart. Other people might think it's stupid, but that plate had great sentimental value for you, your mother loved that plate too. It was almost a family heirloom.
You inhaled deeply and exhaled trying to calm down. You didn't want to argue but Tom was making it extremely difficult because he kept acting like he didn't care enough about you anymore.
You walked out into the garden and tried to sound as neutral as possible.
"Tom, do you have a minute?" you ask.
"I'll come with you in a little while, honey. We're about to finish our game" he points to the cards in his hand.
"Now, please" your voice doesn't tremble. You are upset and you are making a great effort not to explode.
Tom sighs heavily and stands up. He warns the boys not to check his cards and tells them it will only take a minute.
"What's up?" he asks and folds his arms once you two are in the kitchen.
"You used my mother's plate as an ashtray," you point at him.
"It was the first one I saw, no big deal" he shrugs.
"Tom... this plate is important to me and now it reeks of cigarette smoke" you're hurt. Really hurt.
"Don't be dramatic, y/n. It's just a plate" he
rolls his eyes. His tone was so dismissive you wanted to believe the person in front of you wasn't you Tom.
"It's important to me!" You exclaim. "You couldn't have taken anything else?"
"It's just a plate!" He exclaims "fine! I'll clean it up and be done with it." He takes the plate and tosses the cigarette butts in the trash roughly.
"Tom, please be careful." You ask.
"I am careful!" He spits in annoyance and walks to the sink to reluctantly wash it out.
"Tom, please" you plead.
"All this over a simple dish" he speaks to himself but you can hear him. "You interrupted a pleasant moment with my friends over a pl-"
"Tom!" You exclaim as soon as the object is forcibly knocked out of his hands and falls to the ground causing a clatter.
"I-" Your boyfriend stares at the pieces on the floor with utmost concern. He didn't mean for this to happen. "Y/n..." he tries to speak but Haz interrupts him as he enters the house.
"Is everything okay?" the blond asks and looks at the broken porcelain on the floor. "What happened?"
You wipe away a tear quickly and do your best not to break down in front of them. "You broke it" you mutter and shake your head in disapproval.
"We should get going" Harry says. They had all seen the chaos by now and knew it was none of their business. "Thanks for everything, see you later"
The boys said their goodbyes and left you alone in stony silence.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for it to break up." The brown-haired man tries to excuse himself.
"Lately all you do is apologize," you reply.
"Forgive me, please" tries to approach but you back away.
"I don't like this Tom" you deny and feel tears come to your eyes. "I miss the old you" you murmur sadly. "I want the Tom who cared about me" you look at him.
"I care about you" he is quick to reply.
"No, at least not like before," you deny. "I've been nothing but understanding, but I can't keep quiet anymore just to avoid a fight," you sob.
"Love, please don't say that..." he pleads.
"I know you miss your friends, but we haven't spent nearly as much time together because you'd rather be with them than me" you wipe away your tears and continue, "you're smoking like a chimney, don't want to talk about it and you don't care how I might feel" you take a deep breath "You forget my birthday and you won't even talk to me about what's happening to you."
"I didn't forget your birthday, I gave you a necklace" he excuses himself.
"You didn't give me a necklace" you deny. "But that doesn't matter, Thomas. I just wanted you to be with me on my birthday."
"I didn't give you the necklace?" He asks confused.
"No" you sigh heavily. You're not interested in material gifts.
Tom runs upstairs and rummages through his drawers for the necklace he bought for you. It was still there, you were right. He had forgotten your birthday.
The brown-haired man came back downstairs and saw you trying to pick up the broken pieces of the plate from the floor. A wave of guilt swept over him. Everything you had said was true.
"I bought it for you for your birthday," he mutters and places the small box on the kitchen counter. "I forgot to give it to you," he swallows hard.
"Thank you" you reply without looking at him, you're tired of this.
"I feel completely stupid for what I've put you through". Tom speaks and you remain silent.
"You only realise what you're doing when the damage is done." You throw the pieces in the bin and go to the garden to pick up the multiple beer bottles.
"Leave that, I can do it" he walks over to you and tries to help you but you stop him. "Y/n please, I can fix this."
"You're not the same as you used to be and I don't know if I'm sure I like the person you are now" you sigh.
"What does that mean?" asks Tom with a frown.
"That you've changed," you sigh. "I don't know if I like this new version of you and I'm not saying it's bad but-" you squeeze your eyes shut trying to find the words "but I don't think the new you would work with me in a relationship."
"Y/n please, I love you and you know it. It's not fair for us to argue about this." He denies.
"I did my best not to argue, believe me I did," you feel the tears on your cheeks again. "Do you really love me or are you just saying that out of habit?" You ask him and Tom is silent.
He was so used to saying it to you that he never really thought about it until now. Maybe now it was just some monotony, maybe he didn't care about you as much as he used to.
"I'll take your silence as you've never analysed it" a knot forms in your throat. You still love him as you have since the beginning of your relationship.
"I'm sorry, I guess I have changed," he nods guiltily and runs his hand through his hair.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault," you smile sadly. "It's not your fault you don't love me.
"I do love you" he corrects you. "It's just that-" you stop him.
"Not like before, I understand" you complete his sentence and stare at the ceiling with your tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth. According to you, that kept you from crying more.
"Maybe some time to clear my head is what I need," he murmurs.
"Sure, as you wish," you nod.
'Some time' that's a lie and you know it. This is the end of it.
"Do you hate me?" He asks sadly.
"I could never do that," you deny and take one of his hands. "I hope you find out who you are now," you say sincerely.
"Will you wait?" he asks hopefully. Tom hopes this is all just a phase and he can love you again like he used to.
"As much as I can" you nod and kiss his cheek. "But I can't promise it will be just the time you need."
You murmur. Tom expects you to really wait for him.
But little you know Tom may never love you the same way again, and it's best not to get your hopes up.
Maybe saying "R.I.P." to his old self is the best option.
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They're besties, your honor.
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Hey, I hope you’re having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?
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. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!
Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to you—so familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; she’d send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.
So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that they’d sent.
‘Marvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!’ was the video for tonight.
Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.
Surely this was an exaggeration.
The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen ‘the marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutes’. The quick ‘AS THEY SHOULD’ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.
The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the quality—you were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your character’s aesthetic.
“How do you feel about your costume?”
Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interview—hair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.
“Well I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, it’s a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If that’s even possible.”
The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didn’t tear her eyes away from you for a second—making present time you laugh.
With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.
The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastian’s shoulders, thighs locked over his head—in character, as your character and his were mid fight.
He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.
“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”
“SEBA—“
“Cut!”
The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.
“Elizabeth. .” You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.
“Sorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.”
“That tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.” A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.
You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.
“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”
“Right? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.” She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. “Because it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.” Lizzie added.
“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.
The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of ‘guess the body part’ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldly—you humbly added)
Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, “that’s my girl. Y/N.” Then giggling she added, “now get my girls booty off the screen, I don’t need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But we’ve remained strong together.”
Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, “it’s Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the camera—“I only know this because of all the edits you guys make!”
“You don’t have to watch them.” The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.
Next was Anthony who instantly answered, “That’s Y/N right here!” He hyped you up, grinning. “Don’t even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, it’s why we’re the best asses in the cast. Up top!” Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or something—the interviewer timidly gave him a high five.
Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, “that’s definitely y/n.” He assumed instantly. “Would’ve been able to tell you that blindfolded.”
“But—“
“I’d have just sensed her.” Sebastian giggled.
Chris Evans was next—a grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)
“That’s Y/n.” Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.
The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event again—presumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.
“Out of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who you’ve met, do you have a favourite out of them?” The interview questioned.
“I’m not really one for favourites but I would definitely say I’m closest to Y/n! She’s—she’s just so lovely and funny and she’s like a ray of sunshine, honestly. She’s been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patience—I would’ve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. She’s truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.” Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.
“Awwww! We love to hear that—are any of the rumours about her true?”
Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief moment— “Yes she does smell amazing, she’s always effortlessly beautiful, she’s unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if she’s open to it,” Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.
The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinion—the audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.
“As great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.” Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.
“Would anything ever?” Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.
“I sincerely doubt that anything could.” RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. “Give it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!”
“I—“
“They are quite right, Y/n.” Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.
The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalon’s story, clearly in a party setting—the video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.
“Mate I think your girls about to be stole.” The voice of Tom’s friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrison’s words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.
“Right in public as well, the scandal.” Jacob cackled.
The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the ‘Webs Most Searched Question’s’ together.
“Who was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?”
McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.
“This is getting juicy!”
“Well, it was my mom one year and then my sister last year—“
“He wishes it was Y/n though.” The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.
Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, “I mean—it’s Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.”
“I would be!” McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscar’s, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.
The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.
He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthony’s eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.
“Oh for—That scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, his—his head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.”
By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.
“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldn’t change it even for your dads golf clubs.” Anthony laughed.
“That’s. . I’m gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.” Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.
In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.
The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.
“How does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/N’s character (Your Character) to end up together?”
Cobie’s smile turned genuinely delighted, “I love it—we love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with her—oops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But I’m all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.”
Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.
The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengers—you were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.
“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”
“Aw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. It’s a very pretty sound.” Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. “I particularly like this as well.” He smirked down at you.
“CHRI—“
In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: “The feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/n’s boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.” You read out, giggling all the while.
“The urge is so strong.” Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.
“Come here, baby.” You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.
“I’m living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.” Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.
“I concur.” You grinned back.
The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.
“So, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?”
“I absolutely would.” Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. “And personally, it’s not even a fact of our characters being intertwined it’s more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly it’s an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, I’d be a mad man not to want that.” He finished charmingly.
You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.
The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.
Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyone—the crowd screaming louder at his actions.
The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down in—you pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.
“Where was the treatment for me?” RDJ joked.
“Man, they’re just whipped. But, like, who isn’t for Y/n?” Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.
The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.
“So, Aaron, obviously your character—spoilers, sorry—isn’t with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?”
“(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.” Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.
“I’m not making fun, I agree, for myself.” Lizzie commented unprompted.
“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.
“Why—mate, I think it’s pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved to—and obviously her character is extremely sick and I’m certain the relationship between her and Pietro would’ve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.” Aaron joked.
“Get your own girl, she’s mine.” Lizzie glared.
There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchat—so yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum 🥰🥰🥰
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Clean Waves
Wipeout - Chapter 6
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Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader
A/N: I know there was a bit of a wait with this chapter, I apologize for that but I promise the rest will be coming out much quicker. I struggled a lot with the first section of this chapter, I’ve rewritten it entirely about three times but I’m very happy with it now and I hope you guys will be too! Reminder to please leave feedback and reblog, that stuff means a lot to me and I love hearing from you guys and talking with you. As always my inbox is open too if you would rather chat anonymously. Love you guys so much, thanks for reading xx
Warnings: None
Summary: Tom’s going on vacation, which means it’s time for you to work on things you’ve been avoiding all summer
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When you proposed a movie night, you didn’t think it’d be nearly as stressful as it was turning out to be. You wanted to do something nice for Tom and Harrison before they left, give you all a chance to spend some time together. Movie nights were chill, no cooking or major cleanup, just sitting on the couch and hanging out. Until Grace suggested making some snacks, and movie night turned into movie and charcuterie board night. Naturally you were taking it way too seriously.
The boys were making a dessert board, Grace would be in charge of savory snacks and wine, and you were doing fruit. You’d gone with what you thought was the obvious route, cutting the fruit into cute, themed shapes. You had carved the pineapples into small surfboards, the watermelons into waves, the strawberries were hearts, and currently you were attempting to cut the kiwi slices into little suns. You’d filled the blank room on the board with a mixture of blueberries and raspberries, but something was missing. The variety of shapes was good, and so was the arrangement, but there wasn’t enough color, and you didn’t have any other fruits to add to it.
“It needs something orange,” you mumbled to yourself, “I should have gotten some cantaloupe…”
“Babe the boys are gonna be here any minute, you’ve got to wrap it up,” Grace squeezed your shoulder, “It looks great how it is now.”
“It would look better with some cantaloupe,” you sighed, “Just let me finish these suns.”
“Alight, I’m gonna get the movie queued up,” she took her board into the living room with her, placing it on your coffee table before she fell onto the couch.
The boys started rapping at the door while you were arranging the last of the suns on the board. Grace ran to let them in and you took a step back from your board.
“Hey guys, come on in,” Grace smiled at the boys.
“Thanks for having us, where do you want this?” Harrison held their charcuterie board out towards her.
“You can just put it on the coffee table,” she hummed, peaking over her shoulder at you, “Hopefully (y/n) is finished with hers.”
“You’re still working on yours?” Tom flashed a cocky smile at you, “Come on love, I expected you to have yours ready hours ago.”
“Well it’s fruit, it’s better if it’s cut fresh,” you explained while he paced over to you, “Plus I need to make sure it looks pretty.”
“It looks great,” he complimented, peeking at your board while he set his hands on your hips, “Are those little waves? And surfboards?”
You nodded, “Yeah, I was trying to sort of make it vacation-ish.”
“It’s adorable,” he reached out to pick up the tray but you swatted his hands away.
“It’s not ready,” you went back to fiddling with your kiwi suns.
“Not ready?” he scoffed, “It’s like a magazine or something already. Plus we’re just going to ruin the thing when we eat it,” he grabbed the tray again, this time lifting it over your head and walking it into the living room.
“Hey!” you snapped.
“We’ve got a movie to watch, and I’ve got a flight at 6am, I can’t be here all night,” he set your tray in between the other two, “Look at that, best looking board by far.”
You were trying to stifle your smile, “Thank you.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to dig in,” he fell back onto your couch, “You ladies already picked out a movie right?”
Grace nodded and plucked a bottle of wine from the table, “I found this cheesy old horror flick, it’s about space invaders or something,” she ripped out the cork with a large pop, “Everybody want some wine?”
“You know we do,” Harrison had settled in your large loveseat, his arms thrown back over the back of the chair.
“It’s honestly impressive how you manage to take up that whole chair on your own,” Grace commented while she started pouring everyone’s drinks.
“Thank you,” he grinned, leaning forward to take a glass from the table, “I would have shared with Tom but I guess he wanted to snuggle with (y/n) tonight instead.”
“Sorry Haz,” Tom grinned at him, “You and I will have all week together though, figured (y/n)’s gonna miss me so much you know?” he wrapped his arm around you as you sat down between him and Grace.
“If you think you’re gonna snuggle up with (y/n) you are sorely mistaken mister,” Graced passed a glass of wine out to you both, “We’re gonna snuggle just like we do every movie night.”
You nodded, “Yeah, why would I snuggle with you when I could snuggle with Grace?”
Tom rolled his eyes, “Because I eat you-”
“Tom!” you flushed, making him burst into a fit of laughter while you hit his chest, “You’re a pig.”
He winked and brought his wine glass to his lips while you scooted away from him, “Hey, where are you going?”
“To cuddle with Grace.”
He gaped while Grace stuck her tongue out at him and tossed her arm over your shoulder, “I can’t believe this,” he shook his head, “I even went out of my way to get your favorite cookies,” he motioned to the charcuterie board.
“Thanks,” you hummed and wrapped your arms around Grace’s waist, “I can’t wait to eat them.”
He shook his head and scoffed, “Fine, but I’m taking the blanket,” he ripped the blanket from the back of the couch and laid it over himself, “So when you inevitably get cold you’ll have to come crawling back to me, and I’m not gonna share.”
“That’s fine Tom, we can keep each other warm,” you hummed.
Grace nodded in agreement, “Yeah, our love burns like the sun.”
You all began pecking at the boards once the movie began. It was about ten minutes into the movie when the really cheesy effects began, causing all of you to start laughing and making fun of the film. This was around the time that you started to get cold, just like Tom predicted you would. He noticed too, smirking to himself when he noticed you starting to rub your arms. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right you downed the rest of your wine and poured yourself another glass, but it hadn’t helped.
“Grace,” you whispered to her, being careful to make sure Tom couldn’t hear you.
“Hmm?” she hummed while she chewed on some pineapple.
“I’m cold,” you mumbled, glancing towards Tom out of the corner of your eye, “I want the blanket.”
“It’s our house, you can just take it.”
“Come on, you know he won’t let me, and he’s stronger than me, I need your help,” you pleaded, “You know, apes together strong.”
She bit back a laugh and rolled her eyes, “Hey Tom?”
“Grace,” he responded, not dragging his eyes from the TV.
“We’re almost out of wine, can you go grab another bottle?”
His lips tugged to a smile and he turned towards you both, “You want me to get up and leave the blanket here? Just so (y/n) can steal it? No way.”
“I just want more wine,” she said innocently.
“Sure,” he kicked his legs up so his feet were in your lap, “Well unfortunately I’m not getting up. As you can see I’m very comfortable.”
“Get your feet off me,” you ordered, trying to push him off of you.
His smile grew and he sank down onto the couch, stretching towards you so his calves were over your legs, “Oh but you’re so comfy Flower.”
You glared at him before something dawned on you, “Fine,” you fought a smirk while you spoke, “Do whatever you want.”
He smiled triumphantly and stretched his arm back back behind his head before he turned back to the film. You let him think he had won for just a second before you started to tickle his calves. He let out a startled squeal and quickly retracted his legs, curling himself into the corner of the couch.
“Knock that off,” he scowled at you.
Tom hated to be tickled, something you’d discovered during one of your early morning surf sessions.
“Aw, come on, I thought I was comfy,” you teased, reaching out a hand to try and tickle him again.
He quickly swatted your hands away, “You are never going to get your hands on this blanket now.”
“It’s my blanket,” you bit back.
“I don’t care, I’m gonna take it to Hawaii with me, might even leave it there,” he boasted.
You rolled your eyes at him, “Baby,” you commented as you pushed yourself up from the couch, “I’m gonna grab that other bottle of wine, does anyone need anything else?”
“Mind grabbing some water?” Harrison hummed, “I’ve got to drive us home, I probably shouldn’t have anymore alcohol.”
You nodded and attempted to tickle Tom’s chest as you slipped past him. He swatted you away again, demanding you keep your hands to yourself while you laughed. You grabbed the wine as well as some water for Harrison, returning with both quickly. You gave Harrison the water and set the wine down beside the nearly emptied one already sitting on your coffee table. Instead of returning to Grace’s side you sat down beside Tom’s legs and tried to pull the blanket over your own lap.
He wore a smirk again, “So you leave me to go snuggle with Grace, tickle me, and now you want me to share the blanket with you?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” you nodded.
He hummed, pretending to debate it while he pulled the blanket off himself, “Well come here then,” he spread his legs and pulled you back so you were nearly in his lap before he wrapped the blanket around you both.
You snuggled up against his chest and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You set one of your hands over his and turned your attention back to the movie. The movie only got more and more ridiculous as it went on, but it was getting harder and harder for you to pay attention. Maybe it was the wine, or how comfy you were all snuggled up with Tom, but something was making you tired. It kept growing harder and harder to keep your eyes open, and unfortunately the excitement of the alien invasion wasn’t enough to keep you awake. You argued with yourself, telling yourself first to eat some of the food to wake yourself back up, but pecking at the different foods didn’t help at all. After that failure you tried to just will your eyes to stay open, eventually giving in and vowing to only close your eyes for a few moments. Tom of course noticed your starting to drift off, the sight brought a smile to his face.
“Ah, of course,” he massaged your stomach with his thumbs, “It’s alright, wine makes me tired too. I’d be right there with you if I wasn’t so invested in the movie.”
“Falling asleep on me Flower?” he cooed.
“No,” you huffed, having already let your eyes fall closed, “I’m just closing my eyes for a minute.”
“I’m invested too,” you forced your eyes back open, “I’m not gonna fall asleep.”
“Right, obviously,” he smiled to himself.
You spent the rest of the movie in and out of sleep. At some point Tom moved one of his hands to your head and started massaging your skull, only making it harder for you to try and stay awake. Every few minutes your eyes would flutter open and he would smile, telling you to just sleep if you were tired. You weren’t able to keep up with the movie at all, every time you opened your eyes you only found yourself more confused about what was going on. You continuously told yourself that you’d only close your eyes for another minute, then you’d really force yourself to wake up again. It was a losing battle though, you just ended up falling asleep again every time. The last time you peaked your eyes open the credits were rolling and you were struck with the realization that you’d actually have to get up, something you desperately wanted to avoid. You squeezed your eyes shut again, hoping you could quickly drift back to sleep, but your friends had other ideas.
“What a stupid ending,” Harrison complained as he stood, “Guess we should probably help you clean up before we leave huh?”
Grace nodded and glanced over at Tom, “Yeah, we should probably wake up sleeping beauty too.”
“She’s already up,” Tom hummed and smoothed over your hair, “She just had her eyes open.”
Your lips instantly tugged to a frown, “No, I’m asleep,” you mumbled.
“Hey, you’re the one that’s been trying to stay up the past hour,” he laughed.
“Shut up,” you groaned.
“I told you to sleep,” he reminded, slowly tugging the blanket back, exposing your shoulders to the cold air.
“No,” you whined, reaching down to try and pull it back up.
Tom flung the blanket all the way off of you, “Come on Flower, time to get up,” you shot him a glare as you forced yourself to sit up, rubbing your cold arms. He just laughed, “Don’t look at me like that, I can’t stay here all night, I’ve got places to be.”
“Let’s just clean up fast,” you dragged yourself off the couch and started gathering wine glasses and plates, “I’m tired.”
“Yeah, we got that,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes while you padded towards the kitchen, tossing the dishes in the sink haphazardly, “Let’s just wrap up the food, we can do dishes in the morning.”
“Fine by me,” Grace agreed.
You shoved the leftovers into the fridge after a very quick clean up and gathered in your front porch way to say goodbye. It felt bittersweet, you were excited for them, but you knew you’d miss them both while they were gone, and of course you were jealous they were about to go on such a fun vacation.
“Don’t get into any trouble while you're there please, or get hurt,” Grace pulled both boys into a quick hug as you said your goodbyes.
“We’ll be good,” Harrison assured her, patting her back before he moved to hug you, “We’ll see you when we get back.”
“You too, have fun,” you smiled affectionately back at him before turning to Tom. You weren’t sure what to do, but you decided to play it safe and just open your arms for a hug.
Tom smiled and pulled you against him, “I’m gonna miss you Flower.”
“I’ll miss you too,” you smiled, “Have fun, and text me when you leave and get in and everything.”
“I will,” he promised, “Try not to be too miserable without me.”
“I’ll make do,” you laughed lightly and pulled away from him.
He nodded and bit his cheek, his eyes flickering down to your lips for just a moment before he leaned in. He gave you a too quick peck on the lips and stepped back with a smile, “Just a little something to hold you over love,” he winked.
You fought your urge to roll your eyes, “We’ll see you guys in a week.”
“You too,” he cooed back, waving as he sauntered down the driveway.
They climbed into Harrison’s car, you waited until they were out of sight to retreat to the house.
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Tom’s absence was a blessing and a curse, of course you missed hanging out with him, but him being out of town meant there was nothing to distract you from finishing your internship applications. There were only two design firms in the area, and each of them only took two interns a year, so your application had to be totally perfect if you wanted a shot. An internship would be the best way for you to get your foot in the door in the design world, so not getting one wasn’t an option for you. You’d already spent hours combing over your applications, and while you looked great on paper, your actual sample designs didn’t feel right. Neither of them lined up particularly well with the aesthetics of the companies you were applying at.
After hours of staring at your design sheets in the living room and coming up with nothing, Grace had suggested a change in scenery to get your gears moving again. Which led you to gather up your things and drive to the local coffee shop, where you curled up at a corner table to scowl at your papers a little longer. It seemed no amount of caffeine or grumbling to yourself was going to inspire you.
“Ashley?” Adrien seemed to pop up out of nowhere, a look of concern on his face as he looked down at your table you were working at, “Are you okay?”
You flushed instantly, you’d seen him a few times in passing since his birthday, but been far too mortified to talk to him. Everytime he looked at you a brick wall of embarrassment smacked you in the face and you were reminded of how you’d probably ruined his party.
“O-Oh yeah, I’m totally cool,” you laughed awkwardly, “Just trying to get a little work done.”
“Right, you just looked kind of upset,” he chuckled, “What are you working on?”
“I’m just getting some applications ready,” you explained, clasping your hands in your lap nervously, “So, uh, what are you up to?”
“Just grabbing a drink before work,” he glanced back down at your scattered papers, “Those look great by the way, I’m not normally a fan of banquettes,” he tapped on one of your samples, “But that looks really nice.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty hit or miss…” you were a bit shocked at his use of the word banquette, it was something you’d ever heard from someone outside of the design world, “I can’t believe you know what a banquette is.”
He laughed, “Well I’m in school for architecture, I’ve got to know design lingo.”
“Seriously?” your eyes widened in surprise, “That’s so cool, I’m going for interior design.”
“I know,” he smiled, “You mind if I sit for a second?”
“Of course not,” you pulled some of your papers into a pile to make room for him, “I can’t believe I didn’t know you were going for architecture.”
He shrugged, “We’ve never talked about that stuff, I just know you do design because Tom mentioned it.”
“Yeah, I guess we just don’t talk much in general,” you blushed, “Do you have a specific field you want to go into?”
He nodded, “I really like hotels and restaurants, sort of the hospitality industry in general. What about you?”
“Well homes are my favorite so I’d like to go into residentials, but I’ll probably have to do some commercial work before I can get into that,” you glanced down at the mess of papers in front of you, “Which is exactly why I need to get these internship applications done, but it’s not going very well.”
“I could help you look over them if you wanted,” he offered, “I’m not super versed in design, but it’s helpful just to get a second set of eyes sometimes.”
“You don’t have to do that,” you flushed, “Or be so nice to me.”
He frowned, “Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”
“You know, your birthday,” you crossed your arms defensively and sank into your chair a bit, “I get it if you’re mad or something…”
He smiled back at you, “It’s not a big deal (y/n), trust me I’m not angry.”
“I feel really awful about it,” you confessed, “The last thing I wanted to do was hijack your party or make a big scene, I just got really worked up. I promise I’m not normally like that.”
“And I promise it’s really not a big deal, don’t sweat it alright?”
“Alright,” you relaxed and smiled back at him, “I’d love it if you looked over my work then.”
“Awesome, you said their internship applications right?”
You nodded, “Yeah, there’s two I’m working on. I’m just having a bit of trouble making my work match their styles,” you piled up the designs you intended to submit for the one of the company's and passed them over to him, “This is the one that’s giving me the most trouble, the firm does a lot of really rustic stuff, and that’s just not my vibe at all.”
“Yeah, I get it, I think a lot of the rustic stuff gets really tacky,” he hummed as he looked over your work, “I mean I really like these, but they don’t seem very rustic.”
“Exactly,” you groaned, “I just don’t like the rustic style very much. It’s sort of the opposite of art deco, which is where I get a lot of my influence.”
“Why don’t you apply at some firms that fit your style better then?” he frowned.
“They’re the only two firms that have internship positions anywhere near us, otherwise I would,” you hummed, “I’m pretty picky anyway, the only firm I’d really be excited about is all the way in London.”
“Well there’s no harm in just applying for it is there?”
“I guess, but I’d be bummed about not being able to go if I actually got it,” you sighed, “I just wanna focus on finishing these two for now.”
“I got ya,” he set one of your designs down between you two, “If you want to make it more rustic feeling I think you could just add more. Maybe fill in the walls a bit? I feel like rustic usually implies it’s a bit cluttered.”
“I know, I hate it,” you groaned, “That’s a good idea though, maybe I could add something about the window here,” you circled it with your fingers, “A little live laugh love sign maybe?”
“That’s one of the pillars of rustic design,” he laughed, “Didn’t they teach you that in any of your classes?”
“Of course they did, the foundation of every rustic home is a cheesy sign and Rae Dunn pottery,” you joked.
“Oh god, not Rae Dunn,” he cringed and glanced down at his watch, “I have to get going for work in a few, but if you wanted to get together or something tomorrow I’ve got the day off, so I could give helping you my full attention.”
“That would be really nice actually, I’ve got work in the morning but I could get together tomorrow night?” you suggested.
“Perfect, we could get together at my place if you wanted, honestly it’s been kind of lonely there, it’d be nice to have a little company,” he licked his lips while he waited for your reply.
“That sounds perfect Adrien, I don’t think I have your number though,” you tore off a piece of scrap paper and scribbled your number onto it, “Here, just text me so I have your number and I’ll let you know when I get off tomorrow.”
“Awesome,” he glanced down at his phone, quickly punching in your number and sending you a quick ‘hi’, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
You nodded, “Yes, thank you so much for doing this Adrien, I really appreciate it.”
“It’s no problem,” he stood back up, stretching his arms as he rose from the table, “I mean I’m always up to help a pretty girl,” he winked at you before walking away.
Your cheeks flushed as he left, unsure how to feel about the small flirty gesture. You brushed it off as just teasing and got to work cluttering your designs.
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There was something strange about going to Tom’s house without him, you knew it was Adrien’s house too, but it felt strange nevertheless. The house was more quiet than you were used to, and it held a much calmer aura without Tom and Harrison around. There was a candle lit on the coffee table, filling the living room with a subtle woodsy scent. It was nice and welcoming, and you were hopeful that Adrien’s help would give you the final push you needed to finish your applications.
“Well you don’t have to sound so surprised by it,” he chuckled.
“Do you mind the candle? I can put it out if you don’t like the smell,” he offered.
You shook your head, “No, no, it’s nice,” you sat down beside him on the couch and crossed your legs, “I took your advice about making things more cluttered on the rustic one, I actually think it looks a lot better now.”
“Sorry,” you laughed with him before passing him a few papers., “I just tried to fill up the space a little more, and I changed the color of the walls.”
“These definitely look more rustic, I liked your designs better though,” he hummed, “Good call on the walls, it flows a lot better with the yellow.”
“I know, I just love dramatic, dark walls,” you sighed, “The other firm is really minimalist, I got a lot closer to my normal style with those.”
“Can I take a look at those too?”
“Of course,” you dug them out and passed them to him, “I think minimalism can get really basic sometimes, so I tried to pick some really unique pieces, like with the chaise lounge here.”
“I can definitely see the art deco influence on this one. These look great, honestly I don’t think I would change a thing on these,” he beamed at you, “This one’s probably the one you really want huh?”
“I’d definitely prefer this one, I’m not particularly excited about either though.”
“You should go for some others then, like that London one you mentioned, you should be excited about your internship.”
“I can’t, I’d have to move and I still have to finish school.”
“London has amazing design schools, and a lot more opportunities than you’ll find here,” he shrugged, “Plus applying doesn’t mean you’ll get it, it’s just giving it a try.”
“But if I did get it I’d really want to go,” you sighed, “It’s a nice thought but I really love it here, I don’t want to move away.”
He plucked your laptop up from where you’d set it on the coffee table and set it in your lap, “Why don’t you just pull it up? We can just look at what the application requires.”
You hesitated, as lovely as it would have been to intern at a company you really loved, you really didn’t want to move away. The first image that came to mind was Tom, your heart ached at the thought of moving so far from him and your other friends. Astoria had captured your heart, and you were already enrolled in an amazing design program, it was the whole reason you’d moved there in the first place. London did offer more opportunities for your career, but it didn’t have your friends, or the sweet little town you’d fallen in love with. It was hard to believe you’d become so attached after only two years, but you had a hard time imagining yourself settling anywhere else now.
“I don’t know, I mean career wise that’s probably the right move, but I love it here, I don’t want to be anywhere else,” you blushed, “All my favorite people are here, everything I love is here now.”
“Well you could always come back, I mean an internship is only going to last a year at most right? You could go do that and come back and open your own company, it’s not like there’s much competition around here anyway,” his expression softened and he leaned back into the couch, “Sorry, I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying to get rid of you or something. It’s just that if you really like this company you should give it a try, even if you love it here, you don’t want to look back on this and regret not trying. Plus you can always just say no if you do end up getting it.”
“Yeah, that’s true…” you stared down at your laptop as you weighed your options. He had a point, you could always tell them no. Plus there was still a chance you wouldn’t get either of the internships near you. “Well let’s just check out their application, if it’s not too hard maybe I’ll go for it.”
“That’s the spirit,” he squeezed your arm in encouragement as you opened up your computer.
You pulled up the website and were immediately struck by how pretty their work was. It fit what you wanted so much more than any other company you’d ever seen, and they were very popular. An internship with them could open up all sorts of opportunities for you. The experience alone would be invaluable, and you’d be working under designers you actually looked up to, people that you could really learn from.
“Isn’t this stuff beautiful?” you sighed as you scrolled down to the career sections, “It would be so amazing just to see their process.”
“I think you’d fit right in.”
“Thanks Adrien, that’s really sweet of you,” you smiled while you read over the internship section, “This seems pretty easy actually, it looks like they want a few samples and my portfolio, pretty standard stuff.”
“Yeah, and I bet you could whip those samples up in no time. Probably wouldn’t take you more than an hour,” he encouraged.
Your excitement was growing as you read over the application details. As much as you didn’t want to leave town, imagining working there was exciting.
“I think I want to do it,” you finally settled, “Like you said, I can always just reject it, there’s no harm in trying.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” he grabbed your shoulder and gave it a gentle, encouraging squeeze, “You should pull it up right now, I can help you get started.”
“Okay,” you smiled wide and pulled up their prompts, “Pretty simple, just a living room and bedroom, their guidelines are really loose…”
“Well what are you waiting for then?” he laughed.
You pulled out a sketchpad and got right to work sketching out some simple designs.  Adrien sat beside you and watched you work, butting in every little bit to suggest something or crack a joke. It was nice working with him, and he offered a perspective you didn’t usually get from other design students. He was funny too, you were surprised by how well the two of you got along. It reminded you of his birthday party, when he’d started to open up and talk to you more, but you’d been more focused on what Tom was up to that night. It made you feel bad about all the times you hadn’t invited him along when you went out with Tom and your other friends. He’d just always seemed so shy, you’d figured he just wasn’t into parties or anything like that.
“You know I’m kind of surprised you’re so talkative tonight,” you commented, “And yesterday too. I don’t think we’ve ever talked this much.”
“Yeah, I can be kind of shy sometimes,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m sorry if I made it seem like I don’t like you or something.”
“No, no, of course not,” you giggled, “I figured you were just shy. I’m glad we’re hanging out though.”
“Me too,” his caramel cheeks darkened and his eyes darted down towards the computer, “I guess I was always a little intimidated too.”
“Intimidated?” you couldn’t help but laugh a little, “I’m not scary am I?”
“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he corrected, “I just think you’re really pretty (y/n), and you know, who doesn’t get a little scared when they’re talking to a pretty girl?”
Heat rose in your cheeks at the compliment, “T-Thanks,” was all you managed to stutter out before your phone started to buzz. You quickly cleared your throat, “Let me get that.”
Tom’s name flashed across your screen, he was requesting to FaceTime. It was odd for him to call at all, he always preferred to text.
“It’s Tom,” you explained, your eyes flickering up to Adrien for just a moment before you answered the call, “Hello?”
The video buffered for a second before his smiling face flashed across the screen. He was laying in bed, it was still fairly dark in his room.
“Hi,” you smiled at the screen.
“Hey,” he chimed happily, his voice was low and growly, he’d obviously just woken up, “How are you?”
“Good, just working on my internship applications. How’s Hawaii?”
“Amazing, it’s fucking early though,” he yawned, “Sorry, I just woke up.”
“Yeah I can tell,” you chuckled, “Why’d you call so early?”
“Just wanted to talk to you,” he rubbed his eyes and knit his brows suddenly, “Wait, are you in my house? Don’t tell me you missed me so bad you had to break in,” he smiled cockily.
“Actually, Adrien’s helping me with my applications,” you explained, “I can’t believe you never told me he’s an architect by the way.”
“Oh yeah, guess I never thought about it,” he shrugged, “Is he with you right now?”
You nodded and shifted so you could show Adriend to him, “Say hi.”
“Hi,” Tom greeted, “How’s the house?”
“Hasn’t burned down yet,” Adrien smiled back at him, “Hope you guys are having fun.”
Tom nodded in confirmation, “Oh yeah, time of our lives,” he hummed as you brought the screen back to yourself, “That’s sweet he’s helping you out love, hope you two are making good progress.”
“We are, it’s been really helpful actually, I think they’re coming along really great,” you boasted.
“Good, I bet everyone will want to snatch you up,” he yawned again, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you or hold up your work or something,” he glanced over his shoulder, “Maybe we can call later when you’ve got a bit of free time…”
“We can talk now, we’re just about done anyway,” you assured him, “I promise you’re not interrupting.”
You wanted to hear all about his trip and everything he’d been doing. Sure you’d texted a bit, but it was nice to actually get to hear it from him, and to actually get to see him.
“No, no, you should finish your work,” he insisted, glancing over his shoulder quickly, “Plus we’re supposed to head out in a few, we wanna catch the sunrise on the water.”
“Okay,” you tried not to seem disappointed, not wanting to dampen his spirits in any way, “Well I’ll text you when I get home then.”
He nodded, “Great, good luck with the rest of your applications.”
“Thank you, have fun out on the water.”
“Yeah, I’ll send you some pictures,” he promised, “Bye,” he waved.
“Bye,” you waved back before the call dropped and the screen went dark.
next chapter
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