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lnfours · 1 year

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summer loving (one) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 1.7k

⌙ warnings: swearing, hints of jealousy, a hint of fluff and angst.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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the waves crashing on the sand, the smell of salt and sunscreen in the cool breeze, the seagulls calling in the blue sky above the ocean, and the feeling of the sun on your skin.

you were home.

you smiled as you entered the holland’s beach house, it being a tradition to come every summer since you and your older brother were born. your parents had been life long friends of the hollands, nikki and your mom being so close that the two were practically sisters. the husbands always stayed at home to watch over things while the wives and the kids took a vacation. that’s how things have always been.

of course amongst you and your older brother, there were the holland brothers. four of them, in fact. two of them were twins, harry and sam, and the youngest one, paddy, being like one of your own brothers. he was your favorite, but you’d never let the other boys know that.

lastly, there was the oldest holland boy, tom. tom was your first crush, the only boy you’d always wish for on your birthday when you blew out the candles on your cake. he was protective of you, always defending you when the other boys made fun of you or left you out of things. if you were living in a fairytale, he’d be your knight in shining armor.

but this summer, you had a gut feeling that everything was going to be different. your suspicions were right when you weren’t greeted with a bear hug from tom, which had become a tradition over the years. instead, he walked up to you and gave you a small smile and an awkward wave.

you had furrowed your eyebrows, but let it roll off your back as you made your way to your room. it looked the exact same, the baby blue walls and white furniture. the blue and yellow floral bedding.

everything was just the way it was supposed to be.

you turned your head as there was a soft knock on your door, “hey, what’re you up to?”

you smiled at sam, folding your clothes as you shoved things into the dresser drawers, “putting things away,” you turned to look at him as he laid on the bed, head resting on his hand as he watched you, “what’re you up to?”

you and sam were probably the closest, the two of you bonding over your love for surfing and swimming all day long. the two of you ‘were like fish’, as your mother likes to say.

“probably gonna go catch some waves,” he smiled, “look at ‘em! practically callin’ my name!”

you laughed, looking outside the large window that sat across from your bed, “they do look pretty nice.”

“you comin’?”

you sighed, shaking your head as you threw your clothes down onto the bed, “fuck it, yeah.”

his smile lit up, “sweet! i’ll meet you outside in 5.”

he sprung off your bed and made his way to his own room, closing your bedroom door behind you. you grabbed a bathing suit, quickly throwing it on before grabbing your tote bag and throwing in a towel and your book, slipping on your flip flops before making your way down the wooden steps. you met sam downstairs, smiling to both of your moms as you entered the kitchen.

“already heading out?” nikki smiled, she knew you and sam loved to hit the beach on the first day.

“yup, the waves are calling to us!” sam said, tossing you a water bottle from the fridge. you smiled as you caught it, hearing another set of footsteps enter the room.

“just make sure y/n doesn’t wipe out this time.” your brother joked, causing you to roll your eyes and flip him off jokingly.

“one time! it was one time, austin!”

he let out a chuckle, looking at your mom, “do you care if harry and i head into town?”

she shook her head, “no, just make sure you’re not doing anything stupid.”

he fake saluted her before walking backwards into the living room, calling to harry. you looked at sam, giving him a small smile before nodding your head to the door.

“come on,”

“be careful you two!” the moms called out, both of you calling back to them and replying that you would before heading to the side of the house where they kept the surf boards. you grabbed yours before taking off towards the entrance of the beach, both you and sam looking out to the waves before smiling to each other.

“i’ll race ‘ya.” he smiled as you plopped your things into the sand. you sighed, thinking of an excuse you could use to distract him so you could get a head start.

“c’mon sam, it’s not fair. you always beat me-” you started before suddenly taking off towards the water. he laughed, calling back to you as he followed you in pursuit. you giggled as you plopped onto the board, paddling your way out.

“you’re lucky i like you enough for you to have that victory.” he said as he paddled next to you, finally catching up. you laughed, nodding your head to the right.

“c’mon, i’ve been waiting all year for this.”

“ladies first.”

the water was warm, the waves perfect for surfing as you and sam took turns riding them. you both had been in the water so long you hadn’t noticed that the sun was starting to go down, leaving you both with an hour left of sunlight.

you made your way to the shore, sitting your board next to you as you sat on the towel. you looked out at the view in front of you, swearing that no matter how many times you saw it, it could never get old.

“i’m gonna head back and see what the moms are doing,” sam said, pulling you out of the trance, “you comin’?”

you shook your head, “nah, i’ll probably read for a little bit before heading up.”

he smiled, “okay, nerd.”

you rolled your eyes and watched as he stood up, grabbing your board from the sand, “i’ll put this beaut back for you.”

“thank you,” you smiled and he nodded.

“‘course, see you when you come back.”

you nodded as he walked in the direction of the house, a board under each arm as he hiked through the sand. you grabbed your book from your tote bag, occasionally looking up from the pages to watch the sky turn into a mix of pink, purple, red and blue.

there was nothing prettier than an east coast sunset.

you were too lost in daydreaming and watching the sky change from blue to a mix of pink, purple and red to realize someone sat down beside you. when you saw a flop of brown curls out of your peripheral, you realized it was just tom. you smiled over in his direction as he brought his knees to his chest.

“fancy seeing you here,” you joked, “come here often?”

he chuckled, “ha ha, very funny.”

you smiled, “seriously, though. where’ve you been?”

“out,” he shrugged. you knew he didn’t owe you and explanation, but you were curious about what got him so down that it changed his entire demeanor.

“knew i’d find you here, though. you’re always on the beach on the first day.”

“yeah, it’s nice and quiet when it’s sunset. it’s peaceful.”

his eyes slightly widened, “sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. i can go, if you-”

you shook your head as you waved him off, “nah, it’s okay. nice to finally see you. was honestly getting a little lonely.”

he nodded, looking down at your book as he traced over the pages with his fingers, “reading anything interesting?”

“not unless you’re interested in reading about a girl who’s in love with a guy who’s a douche bag hockey player for their college.” you smiled over at him, your hair slightly falling in your face as the wind blew. he rolled his eyes, chuckling playfully.

“you’re always the sappy one.”

“i am not!” you laughed, shoving his arm playfully.

“mhm, okay.” he hummed. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, you taking in a deep breath before speaking, scared of ruining the peaceful moment.

“how’s alexis?”

he stiffened up, clearing his throat before speaking, “dunno, could ask the guy she cheated on me with.”

you frowned, “t, i’m sorry.”

he waved you off this time, “nah, don’t worry about it.”

“she kinda sucked anyway.”

he laughed, “you’re on the nose with that one, young blood.”

you rolled your eyes at the nickname, “oh my god, i’m literally a year younger than you.”

“14 months, actually.”

“seriously, i could drown you in the ocean right now and no one would know.”

“you’d honestly be doing everyone a favor.” his response concerned you slightly.

“forreal though, you doing okay?” you asked, meeting his eyes. his brown eyes looked right back into yours and they looked so pretty in the colors of the sunset. he gave you a soft smile.

“i am now.”

your heart skipped a beat, taking in his slightly crooked nose from breaking it one too many times during filming. the way his freckles looked on his sun kissed skin.

tom holland was perfect to you. the true definition of perfect, the man of your dreams.

you cleared your throat as you broke the eye contact, looking down at the sand, “how’s work?”

“good, honestly,” he shrugged, “taking a break for the summer, kinda wanna just relax and live life since i haven’t really gotten a chance to do that in the past 7 years.”

you nodded, “yeah, i couldn’t imagine.”

“what about you? how’s school going? your last year, right?”

you nodded, “you’re looking at a future holder of a masters degree in business.”

“wow, miss smarty-pants,” he laughed, “kinda thought you’d go for the doctorate, y’know? dr. y/n y/l/n sounds good.”

you laughed, “no thanks, i don’t need any more debt.”

he tilted his head, “fair enough.”

“still ticklish?” he asked and you looked over at him with wide eyes.

“...no…” you hesitated, but he didn’t buy your lie. he gave you a look before he started digging his hands into your sides. you laughed loudly, trying to pry his hands off of you as he tackled you to the ground.

“tom! stop!” you laughed, pushing his hands off of you as he looked down at you. he smiled back down at you, his curls falling against his forehead as his brown eyes locked with yours again. you noticed the way he studied your face, his eyes looking down at your lips. you hadn’t even realized you were subconsciously doing the same thing, your hands moving his curls from his face. he slowly leaned down, his nose bumping against yours. he knew he would regret it if you didn’t lean in, too. but part of him knew you were going to.

his lips brushed against yours and you could feel his minty breath fan your face. he was so close. the type of close you’d been dreaming about ever since you were younger.

“the moms want the both of you back for dinner.” sam’s voice broke the two of you apart, tom scrambling to get off of you as you sat up. you both nodded back at sam’s unamused look, him turning around as he headed back down the sand path to the house.

you grabbed your things and packed them into the tote bag. tom offered you a hand as he pulled you up off the sand. you smiled as a silent thank you, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“last one to the house gets the loser’s dinner roll.”

your eyes widened as you pushed his chest, knocking him a bit off balance as you took off towards the house. he laughed, following you in pursuit.

“cheater!” he called after you.

“gotta keep you on your toes, holland!”

he shook his head, mumbling under his breath, “yeah, you definitely do.”

all you could think about was that this summer was definitely going to be different. maybe after all these years, your wishes would finally come true. but of course, time could only tell.

but there was one thing you knew for sure: tom holland was going to be the death of you.

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suitehearttts · 3 months

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happy valentines parksborn nation, i have impulsively designed MCU Peter a Harry out of a pure love for post-NWH possiblities

#if you think that Peter doesn’t look like Tom enough then congrats i agree with you!#peter parker #harry osborn #parksborn #this is hopefully? eventually? going to be a series of parksborn fluff art but i simply don’t know when/if i will get to the other ones #but anyway!! i am deeply obsessed with this concept and am so fucking close to writing my own fic for it but idk if i have the strength #but the au is rotating in my head…. so many headcanons….#digital art #spiderman #also fuck Tom holland for being hard to draw

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shellshocklove · 2 years

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i want to forget | tom holland (series masterlist)

pairing/AU: university AU - modern prince!tom holland x female!reader

summary: getting paired up with crown prince thomas for a whole semester long history project, was not how you’d imagined your last year of university to go. especially as an opposer of the monarchy.

warnings: extended warnings will be given for each chapter, the chapters marked with * will contain smut. that means that those chapters are +18 and not suitable for minors!!!

a/n: never thought i would write a royal au in my life, but the idea wouldn’t leave my brain, so here it is i guess. there’s probably some inaccuracies when it comes to the whole royal thing, but whatever 🤷🏼‍♀️ feedback as a comment, in the tags, as an ask or reply is very much appreciated, and they make me super happy! i hope you’ll enjoy this little series! happy reading <3 (i’m still not a writer!)

playlist: god save the queen by sex pistols / riches and wonders by the mountain goats / free ride by nick drake / summer girl by haim / SGL by now, now / once more to see you by mitski / too late by the paper kites / lover, you should've come over by jeff buckley / first thing to go by hayley williams / no hard feelings by wolf alice

main masterlist

one

two

↳ blurb: presentation nerves

three

↳ blurb: sick bug

*four

*five

*six

epilogue

blurb: three years later

blurb: the wedding

*blurb: the reunion

blurb: the end

extras:

prince!tom video edit made by @cosmicryuz headcanon by @cosmicryuz

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 1 year

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Cruel intentions | chapter twenty-one

summary: Peter wants to tell you something, Vision interrupts.

warnings: implied smut

listen to: Young and Beautiful - Lana del Rey (playlist here)

word count: 1.8 k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

The first time you realized that you were really in love with Peter Parker was during breakfast at your place. He was trying to feed Morgan while you tried to make him eat his toast.

The sun was entering the kitchen just the right way to make his caramel eyes look amber. His laughter as he tried to feed Morgan who giggled uncontrollably each time he got the spoon near her mouth while you tried to make him eat the toasts that you’d made for him. Both of you knew that they were a little bit burned, he tried to be as nice as he could about it, bursting into laughter as he tried to avoid you feeding him. And then he took a big bite, your gazes glued together as he savored the burnt bread.

“It’s so good,” he lied as he gazed at you lovingly.

You knew that you loved him, you really loved him.

The first time you actually wanted to say it to him, not almost asleep after sex, was one night during patrol. Everything was quiet, there wasn’t too much going on so you stayed on one of Peter’s favorite rooftops. He’d bought some sandwiches from Delmar and brought them so you could have a small dinner. He didn’t take off the mask, just in case, he simply lifted it slightly as both of you sat on the edge and gazed at the busy streets of Queen’s.

“My parents loved New York,” he said suddenly.

You turned towards him with a slight smile. He’d told you about his parents, you’d asked him a few times about them. They must’ve been amazing, Peter talked about them as if they were saints. Not in the way, people forget the awful things someone did when they died. No, Peter talked about his parents in the most honest way possible and all he had to say were incredible things about them. How kind they were, how smart they were, how much they taught him in so little time.

Peter then took your hand and squeezed it slightly. You followed his hand and looked at it with a smile, a light blush appearing on your cheeks. “They would’ve loved you,” he breathed out.

Your heart stopped. Frowning just a little bit you looked up at Peter and watched him carefully as he continued to eat his sandwich in the most nonchalant way as if he wasn’t aware of the effect of his words. You opened your mouth for a moment, your mind going miles per hour as you stared at him. Your gut screamed that you needed to say it. You needed to tell him.

“I…”

Peter turned towards you with a smile as he waited for you. All of your skin felt like itching, your breathing became labored and sounds without any meaning escaped your mouth slightly, even a whimper.

You wanted to say it, you just couldn’t.

“I would’ve loved to meet them,” you finally decided.

Peter smiled.

The first time you’d realized that Peter wanted to say it was at training on a Saturday at the Compound. Peter liked to spend his weekends Upstate, at least during the day, so he could really make use of the huge lab he had there along with trying the new features of his suit. Even more, when Tony told him about the redesign he’d make to the gym, to adjust to some of Peter’s needs. Soon, you became a staple too on the Compound. It was still drenched in nostalgia for you, but as you walked around with Peter’s hand intertwined with yours, it didn’t feel as lonely anymore.

“What do you want for your birthday?” you asked Peter as you barely ducked a right hook and came at Peter with a front kick that he easily defended.

“Nothing,” Peter said as he softly threw an uppercut that you defended in a nice way. “I’m perfectly fine,”

You frowned. Not only because you wanted to give him the best present ever but also because you knew he was going easy on you.

Quickly, you raised your left leg and gave Peter a somehow playful but harsh quick on the ribs. Peter groaned softly at the punch as you waited for him.

“What was that for?” he complained as he held his ribs. As if whatever you’d done had actually hurt him, you smile playfully.

“Don’t go easy on me, Parker,” you said. “I’m serious, what do you want?”

Peter shook his head with a smile as he took a hold of your wrist and pulled you tight against his chest. It was around five in the afternoon, and the summer air of the night was always too much for some people, but not for Peter, he was always touching you.

“Nothing,” he assured you as he whispered in your ear. His breath made you shudder at the feeling of him pressing against you, while he held you extremely tight.

“You’re crushing me,” you mumbled, not exactly complaining but it was getting a little bit hard to breathe.

“Told me not to take it easy,” Peter tutted with a smirk as he kissed your cheek and held you while you began to trash against his arms.

Quickly, you managed to take enough momentum with your legs to destabilize both of you, both falling to the floor with an oof. Peter doesn’t laugh immediately but you do, while you manage to detangle yourself from his arms with a smirk as you stand up.

“So, you’re going to tell me what you want?”

This had been going on and on all day. Peter had let it slip that his friends wanted to make him a party and that his Aunt -who you’d yet to meet- was going to assist too. Practically you could find any information about him but you felt awful when you realized how close his birthday was.

And that he was a Leo.

“Your stance is too wide,” Peter responded before he half-stood up, knocking you flat with one swing of his feet. You fell to the padded floor and groaned, your chest hurting from the hard impact as you glared up at him.

He offered you his hand, his lips quirking up affectionately but you didn’t take it. “Come on,” he huffed while you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not unless you tell me what you want,” you challenged him. Peter only raised his eyebrows at you, calling your bluff. “I swear to god that I’ll mess up Karen’s algorithm for a day if you don’t tell me,” you snapped.

You were always very considerate on birthdays. Usually, you disliked yours, but other’s peoples birthdays? Steve’s, Bruce’s, Tony’s, Pepper’s, Nat’s, and Harley’s were always filled with the most amazing gifts you could find. And yet, you couldn’t seem to find anything for the most perfect guy you could’ve dated.

“I want you,” Peter finally breathed out.

“You already got me,” you said as you finally took his hand and he pulled you up, closer to him.

Peter shook his head with a smile as he pulled you against him, his hand on your hip, making goosebumps erupt through your skin. . “I only want you,”

“That’s not a gift, Parker,” you whined while rolling your eyes dramatically.

Peter stayed silent as he watched you lovingly, you smiled up at him as you’d done before but then you watched it in his eyes. Something changed. Peter’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his mouth opened slightly.

“I…”

Your brows scrunched slightly. He was about to say it, you knew he was.

And then panic flooded your body, heart sinking all of the sudden. It shouldn’t, you should be happy to hear him say it. In fact, it’s your first real relationship, a normal girl could only dream about what you have with Peter and yet, you just feel upset.

Your body knew what was going to do before you do. You crash your lips to him passionately, almost erratically. Peter breathes out, a surprised hum rumbles in his throat as you push him until his back is pressed against the wall of the training room.

You curled your fingers into the fabric of Peter’s shirt and tried to pull him, towards you. He quickly took a hold of your hips, grabbing them so hard that you knew bruises would appear like they did many times before. Peter didn’t doubt your intentions, he instead reveled in the feeling of having you like this. Like he always did.

Without much trouble, he switched positions, pressing you against the wall. He nipped at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue against yours. You hummed contently as your fingers slide around to the nape of his neck, holding him against you. Peter doesn’t miss a bit, his hands fall from your hips, trailing down to cup your ass, pressing you harder against the wall as he grounded against your core. You moaned quietly against his mouth as you felt him.

Only then, Peter stops.

“Love, wait,” he muttered quietly against your mouth as you continued to trail kisses against his jaw and his neck, your fingers trailing through his chest and then to his shorts, tugging at the waistband. “Wait,” he says once again as he takes a hold of your wrist.

“What?” you whined quietly.

“We cannot do this here,” he said breathlessly as he closed his eyes. It was getting harder and harder to say not to you, not with that face.

“Come on,” you whimpered, looking up at him with those damn beautiful puppy eyes.

Peter stares at you with those big beautiful caramel eyes. He's trying to hold to his self-control, you know it, you can see the battle in his mind.

“Please,” you asked him quietly as you ground yourself against him one more time.

Peter let out a heavy breath, and you smirked. His lips crash against yours as he tries to let go of the idea that there are cameras everywhere in this building, that both of you will have to hack Friday for the tape of this but he doesn’t care. Not when your lips are on him when it’s so desperate but tender at the same time. Not with the way your hand feels around his cock, not with the little breaths you let out as he presses his hand against your clit over your shorts.

It was frantic and desperate. You, parting your legs further for him, rolling your hips against his while Peter does anything he can not moan too loudly as he feels how you're squeezing him.

At least, until you heard how someone cleared his throat.

Peter lurched away from you, making you gasp loudly as he places you harshly on the floor while he tucks himself into his shorts. You quickly raised your eyes to see Vision staring at the both of you, his none existent eyebrows raised while you tried to straighten out your shirt and shorts.

“Mrs. Stark,” Vision said quietly. “Mr. Parker,”

“Vision,” you answered softly while Peter’s still looking the other way, his cheeks too warm and too pink to even dare to face Vision at the moment. “Uhm, what’s up?” you asked him while you tried to change the topics.

“There’s an alarm going off in your lab,” he said quietly while your eyes widened.

It’d been a while since there were any updates to your case. Tony still didn’t know you were working on it, as far as he was concerned, you were just helping Peter with his suit and accompanying him to patrol, nothing more. He didn’t even know that Peter was looking into something, both of you wanted to tell him together but it’d seemed to disappear since you’d both started dating.

At least, until now.

Peter turned around at the same time you turned to him.

“Suit up,”

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hellsbarnes · 2 years

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୨ 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙥.𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧 ୧

pairing: peter parker x stark!fem!reader (best friends to lovers)

summary: in which you and peter have a fun day at the carnival where he finally tells you how much he really loves you.

warnings: none, so much fluff, peter being so sweet, also peter winning you a stuffed bear!

word count: 2.1k

author’s note: hi loves! welcome to my first peter fic, i love him so much, and i hope you enjoy this fic! please remember to reblog, thank you!

“Come on Pete, please, it’s only gonna be here for two more days”, you said as you dragged Peter to the carnival that you had wanted to go to for the past week, after hearing Ned talk on and on about how fun it was when he went with his family, you decided that you and your best friend, Peter could not possibly miss out on it.

You could already smell the sweet caramel of what you recognised was popcorn and of course, the balloons and soft toys that children were holding onto as they walked out was just if not more tempting than the snacks.

“Alright, but (Y/N), I gotta go back to Mr Stark and-”

“No worries Pete, I will tell dad we were busy!” you said albeit a little too excitedly as you interlock your fingers with the brunette’s, taking him to the entrance, your dad, Tony Stark was never too strict about schedules, and he wouldn’t mind if you decide to take his mentee out for harmless fun, after all, carnivals never really stopped by in New York, and every time it did, coincidentally you or Peter wouldn’t be around, so this time around, you were determined to have the full experience of the fun that awaited you.

You handed the tickets to the ticket collector, smiles on both you and Peter’s face as the man nodded, stamping the entry chop on your hands, you didn’t realise that your hand was still interlaced with Pete’s as you entered the carnival, the sounds of laughter and the smell of cotton candy filled your senses and you excitedly said, “roller coaster first!”

“You’re not serious, come on!” Peter groaned despite having a small smile on his face as he watched your face light up, god, you had no idea how beautiful you are in his eyes, you had a way of lighting up every room you walked into with a gorgeous smile and your friendly demeanour, even in school, you’d never allow your friends to be alone, and you would always, always offer a helping hand or listening ear to anyone who needed it.

Despite being a Stark, the daughter of a genius billionaire, you didn’t give yourself any airs, always having a bounce in your step, and Peter had fallen so hard, he didn’t even have time to stop himself or to think before he did. How could he, with your tight bear hugs and the way you called him Pete so affectionately, he was in deep, and he could never ever say no to you or those beautiful eyes of yours that never failed to make his heart skip a beat.

You queued up for the ride, and it didn’t take long before you and the brunette were strapped into your seats which was at the very front, giving both of you a view of the sunset, the colours of pink, orange and perhaps a hint of purple were painted across the sky like a canvas. “It’s beautiful isn’t it Pete?” you asked and he nods, Peter had almost wanted to say you are prettier, but he stops himself, he licks his lips, feeling your hand grasp his, it’s funny or perhaps ironic that he being, well Spiderman and all could swing from building to building and yet here he was, scared of a roller coaster ride.

He would never let MJ know, god knows she would laugh her ass off at him. “Ready?” you asked, “ready than I’ve ever been” he jokes and you laugh when you watch his eyes widen when the ride started moving, the sounds of people cheering as it did made you hold on to Peter’s hand just a little tighter, and you squeezed your eyes shut as the it surged forward, thrusting you downwards and you both screamed, he wind blowing against your face as you laugh.

The feeling of adrenaline pumps through your veins as the roller coaster took a hard right turn, turning the cart upside down for just a few seconds before it moved forwards at an unbelievable speed, causing you and Peter to let out a shriek, your fingers grasping his as the ride finally came to a halt.

Your hair was in a mess and you giggle when Peter points it out, “yours is messy too Parker”. You say and he frowns, “no it's not” you reach out a hand, ruffling his curls, laughing when he shoots you a playful glare, “now it is!” you say, running off, his gaze fixed on you as you stuck out your tongue.

“Come back here Stark!” he calls and you ran, giggling when he finally catches up to you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist, “got you” he said softly, his warm breath tickling your ear and you breathe, your heart was thundering in your chest as you turn around, smile still on his face, you were both breathless, the sunset hung behind him and in that moment you felt the very same butterflies you felt when you first met Peter in your tummy.

Thoughts raced through your mind as he grins, ruffling your hair in return, you wore a grin on your face, you were in love with Peter, he had a kind heart which you always suspected was made of gold given the way he’d always put others first. It started as a simple crush which bloomed into something more when he arrived at the tower, under the guidance of your father who was more than happy to allow Peter to work with you.

Spending more than half the day together with the boy you crushed on only pushed you deeper, your feelings for him getting harder and harder to hide as the days passed, that even your own father, Tony seemingly had a clue about it, it didn’t really help that the rest of the team teased you about it, pointing how you’d gaze at Peter work on his suit.

“You’re staring again” Natasha had said, a grin on her face as you mumbled a no under your breath. “It’s the heart eyes” Bucky would add jokingly. They weren’t wrong because yes, you were in love with your best friend, not that you’d ever say it.

A few minutes passed and seven saw you and Peter standing at a stall, your eyes trained on the huge bear that sat atop the other prizes, it was a big, caramel brown soft toy that you so badly wanted, sure you had many others but this, you were sure was going to be your favourite.

“One round please” you said, smiling but when the gamekeeper, a man, shrugged, “you gotta hit twelve of the targets, no one’s ever done it,” you felt your smile falter as he simply hands you a orange toy gun, “oh,” you mumbled, sure you had during training taken down a few targets but to hit all of the fourteen targets seemed a tad impossible, you were not the best at it too.

You were about to lift the gun up, uncertainty present in your shaky hands when Peter stepped behind you, “wanna trash him?” he asks, grasping your hand safely in his, and you nod, “you sure you got this?” you ask and Peter smirks, “are you doubting me?” he asks and you giggle, “never”

Peter steps behind you, “I-I’m not good at this Pete” you started and he simply smiles, “I’ll teach you, you trust me right?” he asks, “with my life,” you reply, laughing when he rolls his eyes playfully, wrapping his arms around your front, pulling you close to his chest as his hands gently hold yours, guiding the gun towards the first target.

“Look straight,” he says softly, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest as you try to do what he says, but that was almost impossible, given how close Peter actually was to you, you could feel his frame hug yours, and his warm breath tickling your neck as he leans in closer, steadying your hands, your face was burning up as he tells you to straighten your stance, his voice low and smooth as silk, the feelings you harboured for him was slowly bubbling to the surface.

There was nothing that you did not love about Peter, he could always make you laugh, even on your bad days and he stayed with you, no matter the circumstances and honestly, that was all that mattered. As both your fingers press down on the trigger, the plastic bullet flies, hitting the target straight on, causing it to fall and you cheer.

“Thirteen more to go,” Pete adds softly and you nod excitedly, allowing him to guide you, teaching you how to take aim and you swore when his lips ever so gently brushes past your ear, you almost combust, butterflies in your stomach as you tried your best to not shiver when his hand slowly brushes yours, holding on to it as you fire another shot, and that went on for a good two minutes, you were hitting targets with ease, and as if that wasn’t good enough, the look on the gamekeeper’s face was completely priceless when you were left with three more shots.

The basic number to win the teddy bear was twelve but you and Peter were determined to hit all of the targets, and with the brunette on your side, you were pretty damn sure that was a win.

“Last one, remember, what I told you,” Peter adds and you nod, straightening your stance, loosening your grip on the gun, taking aim and you bit your lip as the bullet flew, your eyes widening when it hit the last out of the twelve targets, you and Peter cheering as you pumped your fist in the air.

“You did it,” Peter exclaimed and you shook your head, “No, we did it Parker,” you replied, smiling as you took the gigantic soft toy away from the hands of the gamekeeper who had stared at all of the shot targets, completely mortified.

“Thank you Peter” you said softly, your heart thundering in your chest as you moved up, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek before interlocking your fingers in his as you both made your way to the next ride. Peter could feel his stomach doing flips, he could still feel your lips on his cheek, and his heart was racing, the love he had tried to keep a secret from you was slowly unravelling itself, and god, he just couldn’t help it, every fibre of him just wanted to pull you close, hold you and tell you how he really feels about you.

You walked towards the queue for the ferris wheel ride, your eyes looking at the darkening sky in wonder, it was gorgeous, the sun had set and the purple and pink were intertwining into a darker blue, you wondered just how many times you had missed such a sunset, making a mental note to make a trip to the tower’s roof to catch the sheer beauty that nature had to offer whenever you can.

It wasn’t long before you and Peter got a pod, the door closing behind you.

“(Y/N)” Peter starts and your gaze meets his.

“Yes?”

“I had a great time today,” Peter says and you smile, “I had a great time too Pete, and you have nothing to thank me for” you answer, and the brunette grasps your hand gently.

“I do, I have so much to thank you for.”

“Pete-”

“You’ve been there for me, even when you didn’t have to, I-I couldn’t have come this far without you (Y/N), what I’m trying to say is that you’ve been my light for as long as I can remember, you keep me grounded and I love you so much. I love when you laugh because you make me laugh, and I love every little thing about you.” Peter said softly.

He cups your face as he leans in close, his eyes searching yours for any hints of rejection and when all he saw was raw emotion, he moves in closer, his lips gently pressing against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as he captures your lips with his, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, your lips moving in sync with his, it felt perfect, almost as though it was always meant to be, and you were right where you wanted to be.

Peter slowly pulls away, his eyes filled with adoration that reflected in your own as he holds your hand, smiles on both your faces as the ferris wheel halts at the very top, and as the brunette feels your fingers interlace with his, he knew that he had found his home.

You.

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Crushing Plans Series Masterlist/Navigation

Completed Series

Crushing Plans

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Bewitched Love -Continuation of story above during NWH

PETER PARKER MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION

TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (INCLUDING CHARACTERS)

MY MAIN MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (ALL MY WORKS)

Peter Parker Taglist: @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswife-marvelicious @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r @theslayerofthevampires

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mehphoobia · 2 years

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DON'T TELL YOUR MOM - Tom Holland one shot

Pairing:- Tom Holland!step brother x Reader

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Summary:- "Shh we don't want mom and dad hear your moans now do we?" he joked. He noticed fresh slick oozing out of you and smirked to himself.

"Moan louder" he commanded.

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Warning- Pure Filth 🤐 that's it | WC:- 1.7k

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Rings and vows were exchanged; promises of never leaving each other again were spoken between your mother and your step dad. God knows if those promises would be kept for long, considering this is your mom’s second marriage and your step dad’s third.

Your step dad was rich wait that’s underrated. Your step dad is filthy rich. Even after diving all of his property between his three sons and now you, he still had enough money to go up and about all by himself. After the traditional wedding ceremony, all the guests were then taken for a cruise for the reception. What’s a 20 year old girl like you gonna do among 60 something years old businessmen and not to mention their wives. So you decided to go hangout with people below the deck.

As soon as you made your way down the stairs, Peter pulled you in squeaking in excitement. “Where were you? Me and ‘Vin were looking all over” he pouted. “I was upstairs, you know these parties and their formalities” you shrugged. “You mean the wedding. Our parent’s. Aren’t you happy? With Arvin, Tom and of course Me” Peter was concerned for you. He knows how much of a new family, new place, new people can get to your head and being the youngest amongst those three, he could connect.

Easing him out you said, “Especially you. I’m really happy with you guys, couldn’t be happier.”

“Oh Sis, don’t worry about the old man, you won’t see him as much, to be honest, neither do we.” Arvin stood behind you holding a glass of not-so-soft-drink. You smiled as you eased out in their comfort. Arvin was an amazing elder brother, caring, supportive and loving. After all he was supposed to take the business on so the responsibilities came to him naturally. Peter, well, obviously was a happy bouncing pumpkin. All the time, he was happy there was finally someone he could take care of.

But the middle one, Tom, was a force to reckon with.

The two brothers pulled you in through the party, in midst of the dancing figures, ugh the stench of all the perfumes mixing together could potentially kill you. So you decided to sit in front of the projector with Peter already passed out on the couch. Figured. That kid

Among the shadows, preying eyes were set on you as you unknowingly sat there innocently. Tom was looking at you hungrily. The way your eyes peeked at the adult movie playing on the screen, how to hid your eyes between your palms during an ‘inappropriate scene’. How smooth your legs were, as the lace of your skirt rested on your thighs. If adjusted, it could give a perfect view of your untouched, virgin womanhood.

As he watched you, he noticed a young man sit beside you and have a small talk just to engage conversation. While talking he slyly slipped his hand on your thighs and Tom noticed how supple your flesh was, as it sank under his fingers which merely grazed your skin. Him and only him, was allowed to experience it around his face, ears and lips as he ate you out.

“Hey Andrew” Tom spoke which startled the young man. “H-Hey Tom”

“Mr. for you, Andrew” Tom spoke coldly. Andrew gulped on the sheer dominance Tom exerted. Tom’s alpha pheromones and aura caused Andrew to trip back and hit the wall as Tom threatened.

“Listen, if I see you near Y/N, tonight or ever again, I’ll start …..peeling your skin …..from the point you touched her. Understood” Tom bent Andrew’s fingers so hard, he could hear his fingers break. Not to startle anyone, Andrew had no choice but to keep quite as he ran away from there.

Tom adjusted his tux as he returned to his seat, set his hair and looked at you again. Sitting there all innocent, blushing at the scenes. “You’re ruining me” he thought. “…and I’ll spoil you.” He continued.

During all the lunch and dinner dates your parents had before the marriage, to get the children bond, bonded too much for Tom. He would drop his cutlery often just to bend down and see your smooth legs and feel them if he was lucky. His fantasies of having bent over and pounding into you over and over again got him hard as he showered and came hard on the wall. Things you were doing to him.

It had been six months since the wedding and your family of six were living in your step dad’s mansion. But somethings had changed, Tom started visiting you often. After his shifts at the office, he would come directly in your room. But not to talk.

He would come and talk about your womanly instincts. How you felt sexually. Discussing all of this with your step brother was weird but after some time it got a little comfortable. Too comfortable.

He then installed a projector in your room, and installed some porn videos and asked you to watch them. You had never seen anything as obscene as this. Hell you never even liked anyone so you never bothered to explore and experience yourself. “Why are you doing this?” you asked Tom, who was sitting their silently, as if nothing happened. “I’m taking care of you, till you find someone, whom you love, so you could all of that with him. I’m your brother right?” he spoke while slowly walking towards you and caressing your face. The hell he was.

It had been weeks, since he was showing you those videos. One particular one of them had a girl touch herself down there. You had never tried it before so you decided to change that today. Hesitantly, as you reached to your panties, you experienced something wet and slimy. But just as you were going to get your hand out feeling disgusted, you hit a spot that got you screaming. You get touching that spot and now in a faster motion and you continued till you felt like peeing. You stopped then and took heavy breaths.

Tom stood there and saw everything. Heard everything. He stood there cupping his bulge which was so hard it was almost numb. He had to do something. So he made a choice.

That night after everyone was sleeping, he went to your room and to his surprise, he saw you, getting off to the mobile phone. You kept the vibration mode on and on your soft spot. Tom slowly walked in and saw you.

Eyes closed, mouth apart and a sheen of sweat covering your body, reflecting light from all the right places. Your boobs were swollen as you kept denying yourself an orgasm as you thought you were about to pee.

He got on his knees and found his opening as he attached his lips on your red and swollen lips. You jolted at the sudden pleasure only to be calmed down by Tom.

“Hey babygirl, big brother’s gonna help you now, let go” he said circling your sensitive pearl. “I think…I think..ahhhh I’m gonna pee” you talked half moaned. “Let go babygirl, cum on my tongue.”

You heard what he said and let yourself go, “Tom, ahhhh, Tom please” you whispered as you came on his tongue. It drove him crazy, the way you moaned his name. You were meant to be his. Even if you weren’t no one else was getting you anyways, you were his in every literal sense.

As you came down from your euphoric high, you were bought to reality with Tom’s zip being open and stroking his rick hard dick. “To-“ you tried to speak only to be mummed later. “Shhh” he placed his fingers on your lips to shut up, the sift pink flesh, he wondered how it tasted until he did. The kiss was soft and slow as he started to explore every bit of your mouth, your tongues touched and lapped with a slow and soft chaste. But to your surprise, the slow and chaste motion was broken when he pulled you towards himself, grabbed your legs and spread them wide.

“It’ll hurt, you’ll have to take me well babygirl” Tom commanded. All you could do was nod. You never felt all those things before, so wet, so supple so ready and all for him. He lubricated himself with his pre-cum, completely unbothered about protection.

He lined himself at your center, looked at you with lust filled in his eyes. “All mine”

He thrusted himself in you in one swift motion and touched that spongy soft spot inside which had you moaning so loudly he had to cover your face. He thrusted in and out of your virgin cunt which swallowed him like as if it was devoured. After hitting the spot again and again he repositioned himself as he drew you closer and had your ankles touch his lowered back. He kept massaging the soft and sensitive pearl as he kept fucking you.

It was driving you crazy, all these touches. You were moaning mess and he didn’t complain until. He hit that spot so hard this time as he got up stand so he could get deeper.

"Shh we don't want mom and dad hear your moans now do we?" he joked. He noticed fresh slick oozing out of you and smirked to himself.

"Moan louder" he commanded. He had to sprawled below with your legs apart and he stood as he fucked you into oblivion. As you approached your edge yet again so did he.

He could feel the slick covering his dick, but it wasn’t, it was blood.

Tom took your virginity just like he wanted and no one else was getting a taste, ever. You both came at the same time. He almost fell on top of you when your walls held him so hard he couldn’t move. After the strenuous episode, you were tired so you drifted off to sleep.

Tom already had so many fantasies to fulfil. With you. Only the thought of it got him hard. Again.

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A/N:- Hey you guys, though its a one shot, why do I smell a part 2? It was so fun writing this, me and my horny brain I swear. No matter how smutty the fic is Peter fluff kills me 😭, he is so adorable.

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waitimcomingtoo · 9 months

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hoax~ p.p

synopsis: when Peter strikes out with you but discovers you’re a fan of his alter ego, he gets you tangled in his web of lies

just a sweet, sweet fantasy

delicate

touch and go

webs we weave

stranger danger

deja vu

gain the weight of you and lose it

the story of us

the night we met

here’s to us

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sadisticsongbird · 11 months

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countdown ~ tom holland

summary: the ticking numbers on your arm only match one other person’s in the world. before the timer runs out, you have one mission: true loves kiss. but what happens when your soulmate doesn’t believe in the one?

warnings: swearing, angst, smut in future chapters (this is an 18+ fic), specific warnings will be given for each individual chapter

word count: ???

complete playlist

teaser

prologue

i. ain’t no cryin’ in the club

ii. a heroic distraction

iii. dreamin’ dreams of you (july 28)

iv.

vi.

more to come...

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lnfours · 11 months

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sideline (three) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> a rule breaking 2.5k

warnings -> fluff, jealous exes, and fluff.

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it was finally friday, the night of the first home hockey game. you were in the bathroom, trying desperately to curl the back of your head, but no luck.

you huffed, “mia! can you come here real quick?!”

your voice echoed, her footsteps being your sign that she heard you. she opened the door to your bedroom, walking into the small half bathroom.

“what’s up?” she met your eyes in the mirror, cracking a smile at how distressed you look.

“can you curl the back of my hair, please?”

she smiled, holding her hand out for the curling wand. she sectioned your hair, grabbing a reasonably sized chunk before wrapping it around the barrel.

“so,” she dragged the ‘o’, “you excited for tonight?”

you shrugged, “i suppose. would be nice to actually see tom play.”

“oh, i meant to ask,” she said, “but how did you two even start dating? was it the night of the party?”

you bit down on your bottom lip, “yeah, yeah. i guess we sorta kinda just clicked? i don’t really know how to explain it.”

she smiled, “i was just making sure this is something you really wanted. i mean, i know i’m one to talk, but with everything that happened with jack, i just want to make sure you’re okay.”

you smiled softly at her in the mirror, “i’m okay, i just want to move on and be happy again.”

“understandable,” she said, “what he did was so fucked up. he’s lucky i haven’t seen him yet because i will quite literally give him an ass whooping.”

you laughed, “i love you.”

she smiled back at you, “i love you, too,” she turned the curling wand off, placing it down on the sink before admiring her work, “and you’re all set, hot stuff.”

you smiled, “thanks.”

“i’m gonna go make sure sarah isn’t trying to leave the house with sweatpants on.” she said and you laughed as she made her way back down the steps.

your phone buzzed on the counter, a message popping up on your screen. you grabbed the phone, plopping down on your stomach onto the mattress.

tom dropped something off for you at your door see you soon :)

you locked your phone before running down the steps, laughing as you heard sarah’s complaining about the outfit mia suggested she wore tonight. you opened the front door, a bag sitting on the carpet in the hallway.

you grabbed it and shut the door, reading the sticky note that was plopped on top of whatever was inside the bag.

fake girlfriend or not, there’s no one else i’d want wearing my last name tonight.

the tickets are at the bottom, see you tonight :) - tom

you pulled out the black jersey, the stitching on the back reading tom’s last name and his number. you smiled, grabbing your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans.

y/n thank you! i love it

you slipped your phone back into your pocket, jogging up the stairs. you entered sarah’s room where mia was laying on the bed, smiling contently with her efforts on getting mia to dress up a little bit. you entered the room, your eyes immediately going wide at sarah’s outfit.

“you look hot!”

“see, told you,” mia said, throwing her hands up in the air, “wear the outfit!”

she was in a black turtleneck sweater tucked into the front of her light wash jeans that quite literally fit her like a glove. she wore a pair of black booties with them, with some light makeup on (courtesy of mia).

sarah hardly ever got dressed up like this anymore, which she never really had to. she looked gorgeous either way. but ever since her and her ex boyfriend broke up, she’d lost the motivation to throw on cute outfits, just opting in on staying in sweats or pajamas all day. if there was a party, it was leggings, one of her comfort hoodies, and her beat up pair of converse that were now considered her ‘frat shoes’.

you and mia both tried to get her back to being her confident, carefree self. but, it was hard. hard for all of you, especially sarah. at the end of the day, you both just wanted her happy again.

“mia, this bra is suffocating my tits,” she said, tugging at the cups, “how the fuck do you wear this everyday?”

you both laughed, “you’ll get used to it.”

“what’s that, y/n?” mia asked, nodding towards the bag in your hand. you smiled, grabbing the material from the bag and holding it up for both the girls to see.

“no way!”

“shut the fuck up!!”

you laughed, smiling, “i know, i know.”

“that’s so cute,” mia said, sticking her bottom lip out. sarah agreed, nodding her head as she put a hand over her heart.

“finally, y/n finding someone who treats her right.”

you chuckled, fishing the tickets out of the bottom of the bag, “here’s our tickets. we should probably leave soon.”

“yes ma’am,” mia said, fakely saluting you.

sarah and you laughed, each of you departing to your own rooms to finish up getting ready and to grab your things.

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the arena was packed for the first home game filled with a bunch of parents and college kids hoping for their team to win. tom was nice enough to get you, mia and sarah seats right near the ice.

“okay, can i just say, i love tom. i mean, look at these seats.”

you smiled over at sarah, “yeah, it was really nice of him.”

mia was looking around at the people near you, seeing if anyone else you guys knew showed up for the game. she immediately whipped her head back around to you, slapping your arm to get your attention.

“jack’s here.”

there’s that nervous pit again.

“wait, where?” sarah asked, moving to turn around in her seat. mia reached over you and grabbed her arm to stop.

“don’t look at him! he’s a couple rows up.”

great.

your phone buzzed in your pocket, you fished it out and tapped on the message notification.

tom hey, how're your seats?

y/n they’re great! other than the fact that jack is a couple rows behind me but otherwise they’re great :)

tom oh shit, i’m sorry i can have someone come get you and move you guys if you want

y/n no, no it’s okay

you bit down on your bottom lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

let’s just make him jealous, like we said we would

tom with pleasure. see you after the game

y/n good luck :)

you locked your phone, mia turning to look at you, “you okay?”

you nodded, tucking a piece of hair away from your face, “yeah, actually. i am.”

it wasn’t a complete lie. sure, seeing jack was like a sucker punch to the gut, but you decided to not let it overpower you tonight. you were here with your best friends, supporting one of the nicest, funniest, caring guys you’ve ever met.

as the night went on, you and your friends cheered on tom’s team. he scored the winning goal and the arena erupted with cheers and applause. you, mia and sarah immediately jumped out of your seats, screaming and cheering as tom shrugged off his helmet and was hugged by his team. once everyone had calmed down, he skated over to your section, holding up a heart made out of his hands. you smiled, holding up one back.

his subtle jab of rubbing it into jack’s face. smooth.

once the arena cleared out, you let mia and sarah head back in mia’s car as you waited for tom. you were waiting in the lobby, scrolling on your phone trying to pass time.

“hey,” you heard a voice and looked up to see jack, “didn’t know you liked our hockey team.”

you slipped your phone into your pocket, clearing your throat, “uh, yeah. kinda getting back into liking hockey.”

he nodded, “yeah. i mean, sleeping with the captain of the team kinda helps, doesn’t it?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but felt a hand wrap around your waist. you were immediately enveloped in the scent of tom’s cologne.

“hey, baby,” he said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. you masked the surprise that ran through your body, smiling over at him as he looked over at jack, “sorry, didn’t catch your name, mate. you are?”

jack’s eyes narrowed on tom’s figure, “jack.”

“jack, i’m tom, nice to meet you.” he said, holding out his hand for him to shake. jack didn’t accept the handshake, but just shifted his gaze to you.

“didn’t you say jocks aren’t your type?” he asked, and eyebrow raised at you.

“funny how we both said things we didn’t mean.” you spit back. he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his friends calling his name behind him. he rolled his eyes, turning around and walking towards his group.

“pleasure was all mine, mate! see you later!” tom called back after him. you let a chuckle escape your mouth as he unwrapped his arm from around you, turning to face you, “you okay?”

you nodded, “yeah. thank you.”

“that’s what i’m here for,” he smiled, “hungry? we can get something to eat before i drop you off at home?”

you nodded, “sounds good.”

he nodded towards the door, the two of you walking out towards the parking lot. he opened the passenger side door for you. you thanked him before he jogged around to his side, buckling in and starting the car before passing you his phone.

“put on whatever you want.”

you scrolled through his spotify, finding a couple songs you knew and put them on through the car speakers. he pulled into the parking lot to one of the diners in town. the two of you made your way inside before sitting in a booth across from one another.

you scanned over the menu, “what’re you going to get?”

he hummed, “don’t know. kinda going back and forth between the club and the chicken parm. what about you?”

you hummed, twisting your lips in thought, “the grilled cheese and tomato soup sounds good.”

he smiled, “does sound good.”

once the two of you ordered and got your food, you made small talk about the game.

“i don’t think jack likes me much.” tom chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

“no, really?” you smiled, voice laced with sarcasm, “what gave it away? was it the blatant ignoring or was it something else i didn’t pick up on?”

he smiled, “not that i care about his opinion of me, but he could’ve at least shook my hand.”

you nodded in agreement, “yeah, no, he didn’t have to be such a dick about it.”

the bill came and after trying to grab it from him for about five minutes, you finally let him pay. you walked out, letting him open the car door for you, as he always does. you two were on the way back to your house, laughing and enjoying comfortable conversation.

“so, tell me,” he said, “are you really not into the jock type?”

you nodded, “yeah, i mean, guys who i’ve met who were athletes were like the stereotypical jock type. the huge ego, kinda kept their girlfriend by their side as arm candy, never really cared about the woman they were with, you know?”

he nodded, “yeah, i don’t really get how guys can do that. any guy who doesn’t worship their girl is a dick, in my opinion.”

you smiled, “are you the type of guy to worship your girl?”

“oh, yeah,” he said, “i mean, if you don’t then what’s the point, y’know?”

“i get you,” you said, “in my opinion, taylor didn’t deserve you.”

he smiled over at you, “a lot of other people would agree with you.”

who would willingly break tom’s heart? i mean, c’mon, he’s the definition of a perfect boyfriend.

no, stop thinking like that.

he pulled up in front of the house. you looked over at him, his brown eyes meeting yours.

“do you want to come inside?” you didn’t even notice the words were falling from your lips until you heard your own voice.

“sure.” he smiled, turning the car off. he followed you inside, mia and sarah sitting on the couch.

“hey,” you said, shutting the door and locking it, your eyes falling onto the tv, “what’re you guys watching?”

“the new episode of love island,” mia said, “shh.”

you looked at tom who was smiling at you. you rolled your eyes playfully, “okay, you guys have fun. we’re going upstairs.”

sarah gave you a thumbs up as the two of you climbed the stairs. you made your way to your room and shut the door. tom took a seat onto your bed, watching as you walked over to the dresser.

“i might have a pair of sweats you can change into,” you said, digging through one of the drawers, “if you want to stay.”

he smiled, “i’d love to stay.”

you smiled back at him before handing him the sweatpants, “i can uhm, find a t-shirt or something if you don’t want to sleep in your sweatshirt.”

“i’m good for now,” he smiled, taking the sweatpants into his hands, “thank you.”

you nodded, “the bathroom is over there.”

he nodded, walking into the bathroom. you quickly changed into a pair of leggings and a tanktop, sitting on the bed as he came out of the bathroom. he joined you on the bed, putting his phone on the nightstand.

“wanna watch a movie or something?”

he nodded, “yeah, anything in mind?”

you hummed as you clicked onto netflix, “i heard the new movie on netflix is good. something about a girl who’s in fake relationship or something.”

he let out a chuckle as you smiled over at him, “how fitting. maybe we could learn a thing or two.”

you clicked on the movie, the both of you getting situated on the bed. you two were mainly talking rather than paying attention. he was propped up on his elbow, facing you as you laid down on your side.

his eyes scanned your face, “oh, you have an eyelash.”

you reached up under the eye he pointed to, attempting to wipe it away.

“did i get it?”

he smiled softly, “no, here,”

he reached up gently and pinched the eyelash between his fingers. you smiled as he scanned your face again. you did the same, his face softly illuminated from the light from the tv. he looked like a dream, his curls flopped over his forehead. you didn’t realize how close the two of you had gotten until you could feel his warm breath fan your face. he reached over and moved a piece of hair from your face.

“what’re you thinking about?” you asked softly.

“how i broke one of the rules.”

you raised an eyebrow, “which one?”

“the first one,” he said, “‘no strings attached’. i can’t help it. you’re all that’s been on my mind ever since i met you.”

you let out a shaky breath at how close he was, “i may have broken that one, too.”

he smiled, “let’s scrap the rules. i want to explore this, whatever kind of feelings we may or may not have… if that’s what you want.”

“yeah,” you said, “fuck the rules.”

he smiled wider, “is it alright if i kiss you right now?”

“please.”

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The Art of Scraping Through: Chapter Three—Strange Perfections

Summary: You and Tom finally get a moment to yourselves, leading to a much needed calm. Though after a calm, always follows a storm.

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: swearing, angst, relationship drama, mentions of sex, typos

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

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You were thankful for Octavia in moments like this. Moments when you didn’t want to confront your problems, so you instead chose to distract yourself with something else—or in this case, someone else—instead. As promised, you and Tom took Octavia to get ice cream on the way home, and neither of you could get enough of her babblings about her day. She giggled and waved her hands around as she excitedly and animatedly told you about the games she played and the friends she made.

“And then at snack Miss Mabel gave us goldfish, that’s my favorite,” she exclaimed with a big smile on her face.

“Really?” you nodded, “We’ll have to buy you some then.” you smiled, wiping her mouth that was getting covered in sticky chocolate.

“How many kids were in your group?” Tom asked.

“A lot,” Octavia said, “now I have so many friends like you.”

“You probably have way more than me, kiddo,” Tom chuckled, ruffling her hair.

By the time you made it back to the house, it was time to have dinner and then get Octavia to bed. All to be done with silence between you and Tom, the only words coming from either of you were whenever Octavia prompted them. Harry eyed the two of you at the dinner table and he could tell something was off. Not wanting to be in the middle of whatever spat you and Tom had going on, he quickly excused himself to his room after the dishes were all in the dishwasher.

“Come on, O,” you walked into the living room, drying your hands with a dish rag as you spoke, “it’s time for bed.” It was well past her bedtime actually, but she kept both you and Tom distracted from each other, so neither of you enforced your previous rule of ‘In bed by eight’.

“Okay,” Octavia yawned, setting her dolls into their little bed inside her dollhouse before getting up and meeting you at the stairs, “tuck me in?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, following her up the stairs. She didn’t put up a fight over bedtime (she hardly ever did) this time because she was already so tired after such an exhausting day. You were thankful for that, not thinking you’d be able to handle a tantrum right now.

When you came back downstairs, Tom was busy on his laptop, answering emails with Bob’s Burgers, your favorite show, streaming in the background. You sat on the same couch as him but kept your distance. You curled in on yourself, feeling almost awkward as you watched the show before you.

Still, even after he closed his laptop and turned the lights off, Tom didn’t say a word to you. He just watched the show in silence alongside you. You watched his every move—the furrow in his brow, the clench of his jaw—and internalized it. Even just the slight twitch of his lips, as if he was itching to say something, made you feel attacked. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked quickly.

“Yes,” Tom answered honestly, not bothering to look away from the TV.

You didn’t say anything else for the rest of the episode. There were only ten minutes left and you’d seen this one hundreds of times surely, but for some reason, it felt like it went on for eternity, especially now that you had Tom’s anger weighing on your mind.

What would you even say? You understood why Tom was upset. It was quite simple really, and part of you even knew that you were in the wrong, but the other part of you still wanted to keep fighting. Just imagining talking to Tom about your past, fearing he wouldn’t understand why you did what you did, made you sick. Eventually, after what felt like hours of excruciating silence, you said the only thing you could think of.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, tears in your waterline threatening to fall.

Tom sighed, finally looking at you, at how small you seemed at that moment. This was probably the most vulnerable you’ve ever been with him so far, and yet all it was was a short apology and a few tears.

“(Y/N),” Tom reached over and placed his hand on your ankle, “I still love you, I just—” he shook his head, “I just want you to be able to talk to me. If you feel like you can’t talk to me about your past, then what are we doing? You have to…” Tom sighed, “trust me.”

“I do trust you, Tom.”

“You’ve said that before,” Tom pressed his lips into a thin line, “and if it were true then we wouldn’t be at odds right now.”

You knew he was right. This hadn’t been the first time Tom’s been frustrated with your communication, it’s just been the longest he’s taken to forgive you and the harshest he’s been with his anger.

“I’m just frustrated,” Tom said, getting up from his seat. “I’m gonna go get a pillow from our room and sleep on the couch tonight.”

“No, wait,” you grabbed Tom’s wrist, “please don’t.”

“I’m really tired, (Y/N),” Tom sighed, “let’s just go to bed.”

“I don’t want to go to bed fighting.”

“We don’t always get what we want,” Tom shrugged, pulling away from you and heading for the stairs.

Tom expected you to make your way up to bed as well. You were tired after the day and the next was just as busy, as your days always were, and it was already pushing midnight. He didn’t expect to find you still in the living room with your head in your hands, crying. He seldom saw you cry. He did a couple of weeks ago, but it seemed even then that you were unaware of the strong emotions you were feeling, maybe even fighting them off like you were so attuned to. But this time, you were fully accepting it. You let the tears fall freely as you tried to wipe them away, one after the other.

When you saw Tom watching you, you looked up at him with the most pitiful looked he’d ever seen. Your brows were furrows and your mouth was set in a deep frown, bottom lip quivering. It took a few tries to find your voice and when you did, it was unsure, as if you were telling a secret, and in a way you were.

“My brother got my parents killed three weeks after I turned eighteen,” you told Tom, leaning forward on your elbows against your thighs, “and when he…” you took a breath, “when he was taken into custody for the accident, I didn’t bail him out, even though I had the money to. So he didn’t get to go to their funeral, I wouldn’t let him.”

“Darling,” Tom dropped his pillow and blanket and sat next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and let you rest in his embrace.

“I don’t like talking about it because it makes me sad,” you sniffled, “and because I feel bad about what I did. I never forgave him before he died, and I—” you cut yourself off with a sob, “I feel worse because I don’t think I do. I can’t forgive him. He took something so important from me. My mom and dad were my whole world, Tom,” you looked up at him, “I loved them so much. I never wanted to go back home even after Chet go out of jail because it just hurt too bad. It still hurts so fucking much to even talk about…”

Tom took your in his and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it with his thumb, an assurance that he was listening, “When I came to New York, I went straight from audition to audition,” you explained, “and I liked it that way. I didn’t have time to be sad, and when I was acting then I wasn’t me. I got to be someone else who was better than I am. I got to be someone who handled things better than I ever could and who didn’t let all of this family drama crush her.”

“There is no one better than you, (Y/N),” Tom took your face in his hands and wiped your tears away, “and this isn’t some petty family drama—this is serious stuff. This is the kind of stuff I want you to be able to talk about, even if it makes you sad because the only way to move past all of it is to confront it.”

You pulled away with a shake of your head, “I sound so stupid,” you sniffled, “I hate sounding so…needy and broken.”

“No, no,” Tom pressed a kiss to your head, “you don’t sound like that at all. You sound like someone who’s held it all in for too long. I love you so much, and I would never hold any of that against you.”

“Can we just go to bed?” you asked in a small voice.

Tom nodded with a hum, “Do you want me to come up with you?”

You nodded against Tom’s shoulder and let him lead you up to your room, where he held you throughout the night.

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“So you two made up?” Emily asked as the two of you drove to set after dropping Octavia off at daycare.

“I guess,” you shrugged, “but I don’t know. I still feel really bad and I feel like I just completely trauma dumped on him last night. I hate doing that.”

“You definitely didn’t,” Emily said, “he was literally begging you to be more open. Besides, it was actually traumatic what you went through and Tom kind of has a right to know.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “still, I just feel crummy today. Do we have time to get a coffee?”

“No, but I can drop you off and grab one,” Emily offered.

“Okay, that works,” you nodded, “also, messages? I’ve been awol for a day from my phone.”

“Right,” Emily pulled up her notes. She always kept a list of things she needed to relay back to you. “Filming ends this Friday and there’s a wrap party you and Tom already RSVPed to on Saturday night at Copacabana. There’s also a mini get-together at Lightbox that Brad is hosting, no need to RSVP, but you should probably let him know if you’re going or not. I left room for you to go if you want. I can watch Octavia that night, but not Saturday but I have a list of the babysitters that Brad recommends.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “continue.”

“Um, let’s see,” Emily scrolled through her phone, “you have a photoshoot on Sunday for Versace, their new collection of scarves, they sent you a package they also want you to post sometime this week, but I can get that done and scheduled for you. Monday you have time in the studio scheduled and then a meeting with Buzzfeed. They want to film a puppy interview with you connected to this next project. Then Tuesday you go to Cannes for the film festival. I have several designers that have reached out asking to dress you, let me know which one you want me to get back to—”

“Wait, you haven’t picked a designer yet?” you asked.

“No,” Emily looked up from her phone, “I wanted to leave it up to you.”

“Did you tell the director of the festival that I’d be attending?”

“Not yet, I figured you’d want to announce that with the designer you’d be wearing, but I did get the plane ticket already, so that’s all set up—”

“Cancel it,” you decided.

“What?”

“Cancel it. I can go next year and I went two years ago, it’s really not like I’m missing anything. Plus, it doesn't have any plus ones so I can’t take O, and I doubt she’d enjoy sitting there for hours on end anyways.”

“But—”

“What do I have scheduled for after I get back?”

“Um,” Emily scrolled further down in her notes, “let’s see. I have some meetings lined up but that’s pretty much it, then there’s some free space I’m working on getting filled, and then press begins.”

“Hm,” you thought for a moment, “how many of those meetings can be rescheduled or canceled?”

“Well, all of them I guess, but—”

“Okay, then reschedule the ones that have to be in person and change all the other ones to an email. I hate going to meetings that could’ve just been emails.”

“Okay,” Emily nodded, “but what about you? You’ll be free for the next three weeks then—”

“Exactly,” you smiled, “so then I can go to London with Tom. I’ve been dying to see his family again and they’ve been asking to meet O. It works better this way.”

You were pulling up to set as Emily began frantically tapping away at her phone, no doubt rearranging the schedule and making notes of who she needed to call to cancel and reschedule you with.

You dug into your purse for a couple of tens to hand Emily before you got out of the car. “Get me a venti caramel iced macchiato with almond milk and extra caramel drizzle, and get something for yourself too.”

“Okay,” Emily took the money before going back to her phone, “I’ll get to calling and rescheduling these for you. I’ll have the schedule done and updated by lunch.”

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After last night Tom didn’t know what to think or feel. He left hours before you’d even gotten up to go for a run and clear his mind, and then the minute he got back, he hopped into the shower, avoiding any interaction with you. He and Harry were out the door as you got Octavia ready for daycare.

“I think (Y/N) is going through a lot right now,” Harrison said over the phone that was connected to the car as Tom and Harry drove to set. Harrison was Tom’s go-to for advice. Being his best mate ‘n all, Harrison always knew what to say and always only had Tom’s best interests at heart. “She’s shut down emotionally and that’s not an easy fix in someone.”

“I know,” Tom sighed, “and last night, I feel like I pushed her too far. I mean, I know I had a right to be angry and annoyed, but still, seeing her so upset—I didn’t mean to hurt her like that. I know she had some stuff that she didn’t want to talk about, but this is some next-level shit. Like, her family issues are so fucked up.”

“Well, maybe that’s actually what you two needed. That honesty time probably felt really freeing for her. Do you think she’d be interested in therapy?” Harrison suggested.

“Yeah, maybe,” Tom mumbled, “but I don’t know. I don’t even wanna bring that up right now. She’s in a fragile place and she’s stressed with work so I just don’t think that would go over well. She seemed shut down this morning. I guess she might’ve just been tired, but I can't help but feel like I did something wrong. I mean, I was really fucking mad at her, but the second I saw her crying, I didn’t really care about my own feelings anymore. Now I just feel bad for being mad in the first place.”

“Tom,” Harrison sighed, “you’re allowed to be upset with someone, even the people you love. I think that the fact that her crying made you stop caring about your own emotions kind of goes to show how much you love her, but at the same time, validate your own feelings, mate. If you two can fight about something and still love each other just the same, then that’s something real. Maybe the therapy thing is something you could both use? ”

“Couples therapy? I don’t know… I’ve heard some really shitty things about that.”

“Just an idea, mate. You never know until you try it. My aunt and uncle almost got divorced until they gave a marriage counselor a go and no they’re going on forty years of marriage this March. I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of them happier.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Haz,” Tom agreed, “It’s something to consider. I want to be with (Y/N) and I love her more than anything. I never want to see her hurt, but I need to feel loved too.”

“(Y/N) always puts on a brave face,” Harry added to the conversation, “it’s time she let her guard down. If you wanna ask her to marry you then—”

“Wait, you’re proposing?!” Harrison yelled, his voice booming through the speakers of the car, causing Harry to swerve and nearly knock out a fire hydrant.

“Fuck, div!” Tom cursed, as his hot coffee splashed onto his arm. He slapped Harry’s arm harshly.

“You didn’t tell him?” Harry asked, taking a breath to collect himself.

“No,” Tom said, “the only reason you know is because you’re a nosy fucker who found the ring.” He rolled his eyes, wiping up the hot coffee with some napkins he’d found in the glove box.

“You already have a ring?!” Harrison’s voice was heard again blasting through the car.

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All you had left was reshoots. Reshoots, touchups, and then promo shots, and you were done. Eight months of work finally to an end, and satisfactory work at that. Nothing felt better than hearing the director's final cut and the applause of the crew. Well, perhaps one thing felt better.

“Tom? Can we talk?”

You hadn’t really talked to Tom at all throughout the day, which was unusual. You had seen him of course, and you had been happy to, but you were also so busy between talking with Emily, taking calls, and working on your schedule. Tom didn’t know that though, so when you came up to him, almost hesitantly, asking to talk, after the uneasiness between the two of you, he could only expect the worst.

So he said, “Do we have to?”

“What?”

“Look, if this is about us or our relationship, I’d just rather not talk about it.”

“Oh,” you looked down and rubbed your arms. Tom winced at the way you physically seemed to curl into yourself.

“No, I mean—” Tom sighed and reached out for you, only for you to pull away, only minutely, “I just don’t want to make any rash decisions right now. I know we’re in a weird place, but I think we should just give it time.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, “I—I’m not breaking up with you…”

“You’re not?”

“No, I just wanted to tell you that I canceled my trip to Cannes and all the meetings after so I could go to London with you…” you paused and bit your lip, “if you’re okay with that, I mean,” you added.

“Darling,” Tom’s voice softened as did his eyes, “of course I’m okay with that. That’s all I could ever want.” He went to hug you, but you backed away before he could wrap his arms around you. You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed, clearly annoyed.

“I can’t believe you thought I was breaking up with you.”

“Darling, I really didn’t think that—” Tom tried, but you just sighed and waved your hand in dismissal.

“It’s fine,” you said.

“No, I just mean that—I mean, yes, I was worried when you asked if we could talk, but I’ve just been in this weird place lately and things between us have been weird, and I don’t know. I just got scared. I’m sorry,” Tom took your hands in his.

“I’m just kind of annoyed that you’d think I’d be so reckless. Like, why would I end such an important relationship over some trivial fights? I feel like a lot of this is miscommunication maybe, and it’s just upsetting that you think I’d drop you over something so dumb.”

“No, I don’t think that at all,” Tom said, “really, I think you’re the most planned out, organized person I know, like when it comes to your job—”

“But not when it comes to you?”

“No,” Tom shook his head, “I didn’t mean it like that,” he sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, “can we just not make this into a fight?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line and nodded, “Yeah, that would probably be best. I have to go to my dressing room anyways,” you pointed your thumb behind you before walking away.

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Octavia was just a simple, easy-going little girl. You had to hand it to Chet, as much as you hated him, he raised a perfect little angel. That was more than helpful with how the busy schedule you had her on. So when you had to pack things up and head to London, she was more than contented with helping you pick some outfits and toys for her to take.

“Remember last time we went on a plane ride?” you asked her as you held her little hand in yours in the car.

“Mhm,” she nodded, not looking up from her little stuffy, the same she’d carried around like an extension of herself since Tom got it for her.

“Remember how many people there were? That was pretty scary.”

“Yeah, I don’t like that,” Octavia said.

“So how about this time you let me hold you? Does that sound okay?”

“Can Tom hold me?” Octavia asked, looking up at you with bright eyes and a smile on her adorable little face.

She was nearly impossible to say no to. That’s the one flaw you found in this parenting thing you had going on—whenever she looked at you like you owned the world, it just made you want to give it all to her.

You playfully pouted, “you don’t want me to hold you?”

“Maybe next time,” she offered, “but you have to take turns.”

It seemed almost like Octavia was aware of her adorableness, she was always admonishing you whenever she thought you were hogging her away from the other people in your lives. She learned all about sharing and taking turns at daycare. She even recited the same motto you’d known since youth as if she were teaching you a very valuable lesson.“Sharing is caring.”

“You’re very right,” you smiled, ruffling her hair.

The airport would always be a place that gave you anxiety, especially now that you had a child to look out for. Although you and Tom walked as quickly as you could to your gate, it was impossible not to be seen or recognized. Even more so now that you had something that kept everyone on the edge of their seats.

It was almost comical how obsessed your fanbase could be. Keyword: almost. There were cute little instances where people would show their love and admiration for you by making fan edits or photo collages and tagging you in them. Back when you were young and fresh-faced into the scene of showbiz, you’d attempt to respond to as many as you could, but now, there were hundreds—thousands a day—you scarcely had the time. Then, there were instances—many instances—where people took their obsession too far.

It started on Twitter—as it usually does—when the paparazzi pictures of you and Tom at the airport with Octavia were posted. Then after that, any moment that you were outside of the house with Octavia seemed to get captured, even if you never saw the person who took the picture.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to get stopped in the street and asked for pictures, but you tried not to oblige whenever you had Octavia with you. Tom, however, could never say no to a fan. So Octavia ended up on his hip for a few shots that inevitably ended up on the internet for everyone to see.

Most people thought that you and Tom had adopted. Some thought that you’d taken your relationship to the next level, eloped, and adopted a little girl. That wasn’t that crazy of a theory. Reading some of the subreddits for it even made your heart melt, considering that everyone had held you and Tom's relationship in such high regard.

Then there were a few theorists who thought that Octavia was a baby of yours that you had kept secret and hidden for years. They noticed the little features that the two of you shared, and you had to admit that Octavia and you did bear quite a resemblance, but the timeline these people came up with was too messy to be taken seriously.

Then there were the people in between—this was a popular crowd—who assumed that you and Tom had gotten a surrogate. It meshed the two theories into one that made the most sense. You had to at least give these people credit, they were persistent in their need for answers.

So far, though, nobody had actually correctly discovered how Octavia came into your custody. How could they? The story was way more complex than what everyone seemed to speculate. Everyone seemed to think she was a product of true love between you and Tom and your undying devotion to one another, but in reality, her past and yours were much darker. Nobody about ever figured it out on their own though—not with the rose-colored lenses they wear.

Now, though, you could go as far as to say that maybe you hated your fans. At least, these ones, at moments like this.

“Tom! (Y/N)!” They screamed at the airport. How could they not be embarrassed for causing such a scene, you thought.

“Could we get a picture? Please?!”

“What’s your daughter’s name? How old is she?”

“Can you sign my movie poster?! It’s in my carry-on!”

“Can we get a picture with your daughter?”

It took everything in you to not turn around and yell at everyone to leave you the hell alone. You tried to keep your image clean and keep your fans happy, but this was too much.

“Tom,” you eyed him as you made it to security, making sure he had Octavia securely in his arms. He nodded in understanding and handed her over to you while he took his shoes and belt off.

“Are you okay, pretty girl?” you asked softly, pushing her hair from her face.

“Mhm,” Octavia nodded, “but I don’t wanna be held.” She began to squirm in your arms.

“Okay,” you chuckled, “but you still have to hold my hand, kid.”

Octavia was an easily contented child, so the seven-hour plane didn’t seem to bother her much, especially when Tom got some movies going for her.

“Are you sure your parents are okay watching her?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder. Octavia had her headphones on and her eyes glued to the screen in front of her as she sat next to you.

“They practically begged me,” Tom assured you.

“I just feel bad,” you sighed, “I feel like we kind of sprung this on them.”

“Maybe,” Tom said, “but O is the sweetest little girl, they’re going to love her. My mom’s thinking about making some cookies together and then taking her to Dock Beach.”

You and Tom decided to take an entire day and night to celebrate your anniversary, leaving Octavia in the very capable hands of his parents. It worked out well, considering Tom had told them all about Octavia and how she came into your care, his parents were surprised, but more than happy for you. They’d always wanted grandkids, and while you didn’t know how long it’d be until you were ready for kids on your own, you felt relieved knowing that Dom and Nikki would get the chance to get to know Octavia, who was much like your own daughter at this point.

“That sounds fun,” you smiled, “I think she’ll like that.”

“As for us,” Tom whispered in your ear, “I have a few surprises up my sleeve.” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, taking his time to really savor the softness of your skin against his lips before pulling away.

“Do you now?” you hummed.

“Mhm,” Tom smirked, “we have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Ew,” Octavia covered her eyes after looking over at the two of you. She shoved her teddy bear which scarcely left her grip since she’d been gifted it, between your faces.

“You can have some too, silly girl,” you chuckled before attacking her with a barrage of kisses on her chubby little cheeks.

“(Y/N),” she giggled, scrunching her nose as she laughed. Tom couldn’t help but notice the same little tick you did whenever he tickled you.

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“Mom!” Sam called as he opened the door, carrying Octavia’s bags in his hand, “Tom and (Y/N) are here!”

When Octavia first met Sam, her little head tilted to the side as she looked up at him. “Harry?” she asked, confused since she swore Harry did not come on the flight with them.

“No,” Sam shook his head with a laugh, “I’m Sam.”

You bent down to Octavia’s level, crouching behind her as you explained, “Sam and Harry are twins, O. So they have the same birthday and they look very very similar.” Octavia nodded along as you spoke, “and Tom is their brother, but he doesn’t have the same birthday as them and he looks a little more different.”

“He’s tinier!” Octavia pointed out.

“Yes,” you giggled, “he is a little tinier.”

“By one inch!” Tom called from the driveway, where he was getting your bags, “and not everywhere!”

You shot Tom a look but were only met with his raised eyebrows and smirk. He always got a little cocky (no pun intended) when it came to his lack of height, but not so much so with length.

Nikki came barreling down the stairs as fast as she could before scooping you up into a hug, “(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you!” she cooed.

“Nikki,” you smiled, “I’ve missed you.”

She was much like the mother you lost, and to her, you were the daughter she never had but always wanted.

“Have you been eating enough, dear?” she pulled away and looked over your frame, “I have some leftover pork roast in the fridge I can heat up if your hungry? What about you, Tom?” she looked over at her oldest, who had Octavia’s hand in his as she hid behind his leg. “Oh, look at her,” Nikki cooed, her attention immediately averted, “she’s precious.”

Tom squeezed Octavia’s hand, “Hey, kiddo, come say hi.”

“It’s alright,” you nodded her along.

“Hi there,” Nikki crouched down, “I’m Nikki.” she held out her hand.

“You’re Tom’s mommy?” Octavia asked.

“Yes I am,” Nikki smiled, “and Sam and Harry’s too. I have another son named Paddy.”

“That’s a lot of kids. I like Tom,” Octavia nodded, giving a hand to Nikki.

Nikki laughed, “Yes, well he’s alright, but he was nowhere near as adorable as you. What’s your name?”

“O!” Octavia said with a smile.

“Octavia,” Tom explained, “but we call her O.”

“Okay, O,” Nikki took her hand, “well why don’t we go into the kitchen and get you something to eat, hm? I’m sure you’re hungry after such a long flight.” Octavia nodded and let Nikki lead her away. “Would you like something to drink, (Y/N)? I just got this amazing glass of chardonnay and I’ve been looking for an excuse to open it.”

“Sure,” you followed the two of them, “I’ll have a glass.”

“Oh, Tom,” Nikki turned back, “your dad is in his office, I don’t think he can hear much with that bloody door closed. Could you grab him?”

Tom nodded and walked off down the hall.

“So,” Nikki smiled as she poured you a glass of wine. Octavia was sitting cozily in your lap, munching away on some crisps, “how have you been? I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve last seen you.”

“Well, a lot has changed,” you chuckled, “but all for the better, right O?” Octavia nodded, mouth full of crumbs falling from her lips.

“A child as precious as her is a blessing,” Nikki smiled, “although, I am sorry to hear about your brother. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate—”

“Nikki, you’re too kind,” you shook your head, “just being here with you is enough. It’s nice to have a break every once in a while. I’m sure Tom is thrilled to be back in London.”

“I honestly didn’t think you were coming along,” Nikki said, “he told me you’d be in France.”

“I moved some things around, I really wanted to be here with you guys.”

“Are you two alright?” Nikki asked, “He seemed…well, he seemed a bit cross when I last spoke to him.”

You sighed and took a sip of your wine, “He probably was,” you admitted, “things have been really stressful lately, and I can admit, I haven’t been the most attentive to him.”

Nikki nodded along. “Well, he’s an adult. He doesn’t need attending to.”

You forced a small chuckle. “If only that were the case.”

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Tom kept his hand on your thigh as he drove. He always did, even as early on as your first date. It was a comfort for both of you. You loved feeling his finger gently drawing patterns on your skin, and he loved knowing you were near as he kept his eyes on the road.

On the ride home after your first date, Tom spent nearly twenty minutes debating if he was allowed to hold your hand as he drove. He worried about coming on too strong and making you uncomfortable. Finally, he mustered up the courage to reach out for your hand, but he failed to realize that your hand was no longer over your thigh. He played it off though, giving your thigh a squeeze as if that were always his intention. You looked over at him and smiled, placing your hand over his for the rest of the ride.

“Where’re you taking me?” You asked as Tom passed the restaurant you two frequented, your first guess of where you thought he planned to spend your anniversary dinner.

“It’s a surprise, love,” Tom smiled, “don’t you like surprises?”

“I’m coming around to them,” you joked, eyeing the car seat in the back of the car.

“Do you think she’s okay?” Tom asked, “Maybe we should give them a call.”

“We’ve only been on the road for ten minutes,” you pointed out, “I’m not sure how much trouble she could get into in ten minutes.”

“I have a list of things.”

“Tom,” you laughed, “she’s with your parents, don’t you trust them?”

“I do, I do,” Tom nodded, “but also I don’t.”

“Oh God,” you rolled your eyes, taking the hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze.

Tom ended up reserving a room in a restaurant along the River Thames. It was a gorgeous place with vines hanging from the ceiling and beautiful chandeliers lighting every room. For dinner, he had the chef prepare a four-course meal, and the only instruction he gave him was the ring to put in your dessert.

“Tom, this place is gorgeous,” you beamed up at the atmosphere of the restaurant as you sat down.

Tom smiled, “Yeah, it’s my parent's favorite. They always have their anniversaries here. They actually had their wedding reception in this room.”

“Really?”

“Mhm, and they always come back here. It’s kind of a family thing now. I think Sam wanted to be a chef here at one point.”

“He could,” you nodded, “he’s so talented.”

The waiter came by with a bottle of wine, holding it out for Tom. “Mr. Holland, this is our Joesph Phelps Napa Valley Red Blend,” he said as he poured a glass for Tom, “it’s silky with notes of fruit and flora, it also has smooth tannins and a long finish. Chef Jamie recommends it to pair with your first course and entree.”

Tom took a sip and held it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. He nodded and motioned for the waiter to pour you a glass. “That’s lovely, thank you.”

“Of course, sir. Your first course should be out shortly.”

You took a sip of the wine and your eyes go wide. “Holy shit,” you have another sip, “that’s fucking spectacular.”

“I know!” Tom smiled, “It took everything in me not to moan.”

You laughed. “Well don’t hold back on my account.”

“I never do,” Tom chuckled.

The first course was a cheese tray, prepared specially by the chef. It had the most expensive cheeses the restaurant had to offer, as well as some imported from France, purely for the occasion.

The next course was a soup, it seemed to be some sort of lemon tortellini with dill and spinach, as well as a creamy base. “This,” you motioned down to your bowl, “is heavenly. It’s like Jesus cum—”

“What?” Tom choked on his noodle.

“You know,” you smiled, trying to hold back your laughter, “like if Jesus came, this is what it would taste like…”

Tom laughed out loud at that, happy to hear your strange sense of humor after weeks of stressful work and filming. “You can’t possibly be that drunk right now,” he laughed, “we’re only on the second course!”

“You know wine goes straight to my head,” you said as you finish off your glass. For the second course, it was a white sauv blanc. You couldn’t remember the name for the life of you, but it paired amazingly with the soup

“I can tell, darling. Your face is beet red.”

“It is?” you held a hand up to your cheek, feeling how warm your skin had gotten; it was scorching, “Oh gosh, I must look so silly right now.”

“No, no,” Tom took your hand in his, “you look absolutely gorgeous, love.”

“Stop it,” you pulled your hand away, “this restaurant is too nice to get all horny in.”

Tom gasped, “Are you accusing me of trying to seduce you?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I’m accusing you of succeeding to seduce me.”

“We should wrap up these next few courses then,” Tom suggested with a smirk, “they might be too hard to get through.”

You shook your head, attempting to fight the smile making its way onto your face.

The next course was your entree. A rack of lamb braised with a pesto-lemon sauce, over a dollop of garlic mashed potatoes.

“Oh fuck me,” you moaned after taking a bit of the lamb. It was dripping juice as it practically melted on your tongue.

“I intend to,” Tom smirked.

“Shush, I’m talking to the lamb,” you say with your mouth full, hand placed gently over your lips.

“Oi, fuck you,” Tom laughed.

“Thought you intended to?” You said with a raised brow.

“Bloody hell, I forgot what an insufferable drunk you are.”

“I am not drunk,” you gasped, feigning offense, “I don’t get drunk, I just have fun.”

“You can’t Linda Belcher your way out of this one,” Tom laughed.

“Hmph, just watch me,” you said, taking the last sip from your glass and holding it up to be filled again.

After your main course was cleared, Tom was on the edge of his seat. He’d already had three glasses of wine and was debating a fourth. He knew once the dessert came out, then there’d be no more second guessing—no more turing back or taking back his words. Once your dessert was placed in front of you, the question that had been weighing on his mind would finally be out there, staring you down.

He knew the future scared you—maybe even a little more than the past—hell, it scared him too. But he also knew that these moments were precious. Watching you relax all night, seeing your wheezing laugh again, he couldn’t help but fall in love all over again. He knew that, while the future may scare him, it would be much scarier to face without you by his side.

“Tom?” You reached out and placed a hand on his, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” Tom smiled, “I’m perfect.” He took your hand and placed a kiss on it, right on your ring finger, “I love you so much, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Tom,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “more than anything.”

Tom could see out of the corner of his eye the waiter coming down the hall with the desserts. He played with your fingers, imagining the diamond ring he bought right on that ring finger. “(Y/N),” he said, looking up into your eyes, “you know I would do anything for you, right? I-I love you so much—I swear, I’ve never felt this way before.”

“Tom,” you smiled, “where’s all of this coming from?”

“I never want to be a part from you,” Tom said honestly, “even when we’re thousands of miles away from each other, I like knowing deep down that you’re mine.”

“Tom—” you were interrupted when your dessert was placed in front of you. You turned to the waiter with a sweet smile, completely ignoring the words written in chocolate sauce in front of you, “thank you,” you smiled brightly before he walked off.

“(Y/N),” Tom pulled your attention back—to him though, not the dessert in front of you.

“Hey, where’s yours?” You finally looked down. The hand holding Tom’s went limp as your read his question.

It was a chocolate mousse cake, your favorite dessert when made correctly, and this one looked heavenly. It was topped with a strawberry and coated in cocoa powder. The wording below, written in chocolate sauce read, “Marry me?”, simple and beautiful. The ring was placed daintily at the end of the ‘Y’, where it twisted and curled.

“(Y/N),” Tom’s eyes were filled with tears as it seemed to take forever for you to read those two simple words, “I have loved you ever since I’ve known you, and I will love you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

“Tom…” you looked up at him, tears in your eyes, glistening on the edge of your lower lid, “I—I think this sobered me up.”

Tom laughed, a watery hearty chuckle, “I figured it would,” he said.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you said, tears falling down your cheeks. “Tom, this is—”

“Too much?” Tom frowned, seeing the doubt in your eyes.

“Too soon,” you clarified, taking his hand in yours as his face fell. “Tom, I love you, and I want nothing more than to be your wife, truly. But, we’ve only just begun. I have no doubt in my mind that you’re my soulmate and that we’re meant to be, but I’m not ready to settle down just yet.”

Tom released a shaky breath and wiped his eyes before the tears could fall. “Then when?” he asked quietly.

“What?”

“When, (Y/N)?” he looked up at you with disappointment in his eyes. “Because as much as I love you, I can’t wait forever.”

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When you were six and Chet was eight, there was a girl that lived three houses down from you. Her name was Tammy, she was ten.

Tammy was always bigger than you, always stronger than you, and in her words, smarter than you. The three of you would play in the cul-de-sac together, riding your bikes and chasing one another. It was no surprise when one day, Tammy declared that she loved Chet.

Despite her harassment, Chet seemed infatuated with her as well. This wasn’t to say that he didn’t tell her off, because boy, could he tell her off. He’d call her a priss and a brat whenever she’d pull your hair. He’d promise to stop playing with her if she kept it up. And over time, what used to be hatred between the two of you, became silent distaste—all to keep Chet by her side.

When high school came around, it was Tammy that introduce Chet to drugs. Whatever she could bum off her uncle was free game for them. Molly, edibles, shrooms, LSD, acid—whatever she could get her hands on, she’d offer to Chet first. Her crush never ended.

So maybe, part of you did blame Tammy for the events that took place your senior year. Maybe Tammy should’ve taken all the blame, but at the end of the day, Chet had a choice. And as much as you loved Octavia, she was a product of his choices. She was Tammy’s daughter.

When you looked at her, you would’ve never known. Nothing from Tammy came through. Not her dirty blonde hair or her split ends. Not her crooked teeth or freckles. It was all Chet. His dark hair, his brown eyes, his tan skin. It made it easy to look at her and forget her other half—the rotten half.

But as much as you try to run from the past, you can’t escape it. A lesson you and Tammy both would have to learn.

Salt Lake City, Utah. That’s where Tammy found herself. Working as a waitress at a Mom and Pop diner called Eddies. That’s where the tabloid with your face plastered on the front, along with her daughter’s, made its way into her hands.

“What’s this?” She said, recognizing you instantly. The customer at the counter flipped the page over so she could see.

“(Y/N) had a baby, I guess,” he said, “Shame though, kids are a lot of work. I hope her Victoria's Secret Christmas ad still comes out this year.”

Tammy scoffed, “Who’d wanna see that tramp on a VS ad?”

“Lots of people, myself included,” the man chuckled.

Tammy could never escape you it seemed.

When she was little, she envied you for the mere fact that you had Chet. You were the closest person to him. He defended you no matter what. Now at twenty-nine, she still wanted what you had. Money, fame, talent, recognition—you were always thrown in her face one way or another.

It was the driving force that finally separated her from Chet. Chet was working at a construction company,—a low-level job that only paid enough to keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. Tammy wanted more. She wanted another chance. So she left—went to Malibu, then Cancun, then Florida. Each place she went, she blew her cash so fast that she had no other choice but to start again. And each place she went just bored her more than the last.

She studied the tabloid. She inspected your expression, coming right out of the airport with Octavia on your hip. She squinted her eyes, noticing something on the child’s neck. And there, right before her, the same one she sported on her neck, was a birthmark. A small tan spot, no bigger than a nickel.

It was then that Tammy knew how to get her recognition.

And with that, get her daughter back.

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A/N: wow. so so sorry this took so long to get out. i really do love this series so much and i am extremely determined to finish it. i took a hiatus when i moved states from my hometown and now that i’m back home, i feel better than ever. i’m not sure how much you guys know about my move, but long story short, it didn’t go as planned at all. now that i’m back home, i’m focusing a lot on myself and the thing i love to do; which include writing for you guys. please please please share your thoughts and feelings on this chapter—it’s my favorite so far :)

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“This year we’ll be doing something different,”

You heard your professor announce as you made your way down the auditorium stairs, searching for a place to sit. You didn’t know anyone in this class, you realized as you looked around the room. Fishing out your notebook and pen from your tote bag, you sat down next to a bloke you vaguely remembered seeing before. Sending your seatmate a few quick glances, you tried to pinpoint where you’d seen him before. Another one of your classes? Maybe at a party? Then it hit you – he had been in your Introduction to literary history class your first year. You’d never talked to him before, but seeing as you had been ten minutes late to your first lecture of this history class, you were a little lost as to what your professor were talking about. So– you leaned in a little and asked him.

Sending you a look, somewhere between annoyance and pity, he pliantly whispered back, “We’re gonna be working in groups this whole semester. Every group chooses a different period of the British monarchy they’ll do all the assignments and presentations on. Look– he’s announcing the groups.” Your seatmate pointed to the screen where your professor was displaying a spread sheet, one he’d made in excel, with the names of all your classmates.

“I have chosen these groups at random and as you can see, you’ll be working in pairs.” your professor said as he struggled to enlarge his spread sheet to make it easier to read.

When he’d finally managed to enlarge his window, he continued his announcement, “Okay so… what I think we’ll do before you pick your monarchies, is that everyone should find their partner and sit together.” Squinting up at the screen you searched for your name, while around you people were gathering their things and standing from their seats.

You found your name at last, but as you read the name of your new partner, you thought your heart might have stopped. His Royal Highness Crown Prince Thomas. Your heart started beating again, but you felt a knot quickly tying itself in your stomach. You knew the Prince went to your university. And you’ve seen him around campus from time to time, where he’s always followed by his bodyguard. But you don’t have any mutual friends, and you’ve never talked to him before. You wouldn’t even know how to talk to him. And why would he ever even talk to you?

A scepticism rolled over your body like a wave, as you found his mop of brown curls, where he was seated a few rows in front of you. You were no lover of the monarchy. To be honest you wished it would be abolished. You’d always thought the monarchy was elitist, anti-democratic and nothing more than an expensive family of mascots serving no purpose. Their pompous and overly grandiose show of riches always rubbed you the wrong way.

The Prince, you saw, was looking around the auditorium, searching for you, his new partner. He was searching for a person he did not know. His eyebrows were furrowed as his eyes scanned the room. Then they met yours. His face softened as he held your gaze across the room. It was intense, but in a strange way it felt familiar. You couldn’t explain the feeling, somehow a person you’d never met before in your life, made you feel safe with just a look.

“y/n?” he mouthed, one eyebrow raised.

His question pulled you from your stupor, and you quickly nodded your head. A relieved smile spread across his lips at your confirming nod. Then he raised his hand in a short wave which ended in a finger pointing to the seat next to him. You gave him another confirming nod as you started gathering your things.

Your rebellious thoughts about the monarchy… was just that, thoughts. As much as you’d love to be a rebel, an insurrectionist, you were very much the opposite – a rule follower. Too much of a rule follower for your own good. Something your father had loved to tease you about all your life. Ever since you could remember he’d told you about “sticking it to the man”. He’d been a punk rocker in the 70s, being up to all kinds of no good in his youth. He was a family man now with a steady job, but in the core of his being; his rebellious youth had never left, and his love for punk music had lived on. So much so that your first musical memory had been watching your dad singing along to God Save the Queen by Sex Pistols in your living room. But his singing had been more like offkey and offbeat yelling, and when you’d tell him exactly that, he’d say: “That’s what punk music is”. What would he think now, you wondered, if he knew who you were partnered up with for this semester?

You made your way down the auditorium stairs as the memory faded. Your footsteps echoing to the beat of God Save the Queen now playing in your head. The closer you got to your new partner, the more you felt your stomach turn. When you reached the row where the Prince was seated, he stood from his feet and reached his hand out for you to shake. You didn’t know how to act. As much as you disliked what him and his family stood for you didn’t want to do the wrong thing, accidently offending him, and getting your partnership off on the wrong foot. But how do you greet a royal? Maybe you should curtsy? And how do you talk to him? Did you have to call him sir? Or maybe you only talked to him in the third person? With a quickening heart you reached out your clammy hand in a handshake.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you said as you bended your knee in a short curtsy. Better to be safe than sorry, right?

“Did you just curtsy?” he asked – an eyebrow raised and a teasing smirk on his lips. You felt a heat flush your cheeks as you let go of his warm hand (it was very much not clammy).

“Uhm… yeah… sorry!” you scrunched up your nose as your eyes found your shoes. If the ground could open up and swallow you whole right now, that would have been great.

“You don’t have to be sorry! It was cute,” he said as a short chuckle left his lips. You looked up from your feet at his words. Cute?

“Oh, okay! Um… sorry,” you grimaced, “I mean not sorry. It’s just that I don’t know the right etiquette for talking to a royal… like do I call you Your Royal Highness… or sir… or Crown Prince Thomas?” you were rambling.

“You can just call me Tom! That is more than fine.” His voice was gentle and reassuring, but an amused smile tugged on his lips.

Before you had a chance to say anything more, the voice of your professor rang through your ears telling the class to settle down, and cutting you and Prince Thomas’– no, you mean: cutting you and Tom’s quick conversation short. Settling down in the seat beside him, you turned your head towards your professor.

“Okay, so now that you’ve all found your partners for this semester, you’ll all pick your monarchies! I’ve written them all down on pieces of paper and put them in this hat for you to draw. Pass the hat around, draw a piece of paper and shout out your monarchies so I can write them down!” he said as he handed the pair in the front row the hat, before he situated himself behind his laptop.

When the pair in front of you handed you the hat, you asked the Prince if he wanted to draw from the hat. “No, you go ahead.” he gestured.

Reaching your hand into the hat, you twisted your hand around, feeling around to the sound of paper rustling. When you felt like you’d found the best piece of paper, the chosen one, you quickly drew your hand back. You felt the Prince’s eyes on you as you opened the folded paper. When you read what monarchy you’d drawn from the hat, you felt your body sink like a rock tossed in water.

“Do you want me to pick another?” you whispered as you showed him the paper slip. House Holland of London was written out on the piece of paper in your professor’s neat cursive. When he looked up from the paper slip and met your eyes, a whisper left your lips, “Sorry”. You had one job, and then you drew the one monarchy he probably didn’t want to get. Embarrassing yourself in front of him seemed to be a running theme for you today.

“What monarchy did you draw?” you heard your professor ask. You could feel everybody’s eyes on the two of you. You cleared your throat, preparing yourself to ask your professor if it would be alright if you could draw another reign, but before you could say a word, the Prince beside you said:

“House Holland of London”,

“Oh!” your professor sounded surprised, “And you’re alright with that sir?” he asked.

“Yes, that shouldn’t be a problem.” Tom looked to you, a soft smile on his lips, as he answered your professor. For some reason his smile made your heartbeat quicken in your chest.

“Well, if you’re okay with it, sir– then I see no problem with it! It will be fascinating to see what you two come up with!” your professor said as he wrote down “House Holland of London” beside your names in his spread sheet.

When you’d passed the hat to the next pair, you leaned in a little closer to the Prince. “I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to pick your family. I was going to ask him if we could pick another reign!” you whispered to him.

“You really don’t need to apologize, y/n! It’s not your fault! You picket it at random– it’s totally fine.” He reached out his hand and patted your leg. Like he with each pat wanted to reassure you that it was okay.

When everyone in your class had chosen their monarchies, your professor handed out your first assignment: to make a family tree to present in the next class, along with a basic description of every family member. Throughout this whole semester you would get to know your chosen royal family better through assignments you would present to the class. Teaching the rest of your classmates about your royal family, while learning about others from your peers.

“So… do you want to meet up tomorrow to work on the assignment?” you asked Tom when class was dismissed.

“Yeah, sure… you let me check my schedule.”

You gathered your things while you watched him pull up his calendar up on his phone.

“Um… I have class tomorrow morning, but I can meet you around twelve o’clock. Does that work for you?” he didn’t look up from his phone.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I have to leave around three though for work. Should we meet at the campus café?” you asked as you pulled your tote bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” he said with a nod. You exchanged numbers, said your goodbye’s and see you tomorrow’s, before you both went your separate ways.

A burning tingling warmth spread throughout your fingers as your grip around your coffee cup tightened. You were waiting for the Prince, and you were nervous. There was no denying it. And you were early. Making that jittery feeling, heightened by the cup of coffee you were nursing, stronger. You’d sat down by the window. Eyes periodically glancing from the latte art (once it had been a flower (or fern?) now only random streaks of foam), to the campus square outside.

All day yesterday you’d fought a war with your own head. You knew you needed to at least become friendly with the Prince, for your partnership’s sake. But he also stood for something you were completely morally against. You didn’t wish to become close with him, but at the same time there had been something about him yesterday that drew you in. He wasn’t at all what you’d expected a royal to be. He didn’t come across as cocky or patronizing – even though he had been the most important person in that auditorium. And as embarrassed as you’d felt yesterday when you’d picked his family, he didn’t make you feel bad – he’d only been kind and reassuring.

All your life you’d never really cared to keep up with the royal family, only passively picking up information here and there. But from your very little knowledge of him – you’d never heard anything bad… and you thought he was handsome. You could be honest with yourself and admit that you were attracted to him. He was someone you could easily fall for, had he just been a normal guy. But he wasn’t a normal guy. He was the heir apparent to the throne. Destined to one day become king. He was everything but normal, and not someone you could fall for under any circumstances.

Last night, not wanting to be completely oblivious before meeting him today, you’d done some research on his family. The Queen, who has ruled for over fifty years at this point, was his maternal grandmother. A plane crash in 2006 where both his parents had been passengers, was the reason for why Tom was first in line to the throne. The passing of his parents had left him, and his three younger brothers orphaned. You remembered when it happened, even though you had still only been a child. The whole country had been in mourning for weeks on end. Seated in front of the TV you had watched the funeral, like the rest of the country. But your strongest memory of the funeral had been of Tom – of him holding his younger brothers tight in an embrace, tears streaming down his face, as they stood dutifully by their parents’ caskets. You remembered how it had made you want to cry. And how scared it had made you of losing your parents – so scared that before you’d went to bed that night, you’d hugged them extra tight, not wanting to let go.

The clinking sound of the bell hanging off the café door, pulled you from your memories. Looking in its direction you saw the Prince’s familiar face, followed by a stern looking man dressed in black from top to toe. From an earpiece a cord curled its way down his neck where it disappeared under the collar of his shirt. The Prince on the other hand was dressed more casually. Standing by the door, eyes roaming around the café, he was wearing a white shirt hidden away under a black sweater vest paired with a pair of baggy chino pants. Over his right shoulder he’d flung his backpack, resting it against his side.

When his eyes met yours, a smile spread across face. He lifted his hand in a small wave before he made his way over to where you sat by the window. A few tables away from you, the man in black stopped the Prince, making him turn to face him. The man’s stern face gave nothing away as he told the Prince something you couldn’t hear from where you sat. The Prince nodded his head before he turned around again and made his way over to your table.

“Hi, y/n! How are you? I’m sorry, but would it be okay if we sat over there instead?” he said as he pointed to a table in the back of the café. Getting up from your seat you let out a: “Yeah, sure, no problem”.

“I’m sorry– John told me we couldn’t sit here because of security reasons.” he shot you an apologetic smile.

He helped you gather your things and followed you over to the table he’d pointed to. It was tucked into a corner shielding it from the rest of the café. As you put down your coffee cup at the table, the Prince introduced you to the man in black, “Ehm… this is my bodyguard John by the way.”

“Oh, I’m y/n,” you reached out your hand in a handshake. John didn’t even look towards you as you introduced yourself. His eyes were fixated on scanning the room (and looking as mean and scary as possible, you thought). Baffled by his complete rejection, you withdrew your hand as you looked to the Prince for an explanation.

“Yeah, don’t mind him… he’s not supposed to take his eyes of the ‘potential threats’,” he made quotation marks with his fingers as he said the words ‘potential threats’, “you can just pretend he’s not here”.

Nodding your head you said, “I guess I can do that”, putting your bag down at the seat of the bench lining the back wall and corner. It would feel strange to you though, you had to admit that. Just ignoring someone’s presence all together. But there wasn’t really anything you could do about it anyway.

“I’m gonna go get a coffee before we start if that’s alright? Do you want anything? Another coffee? A muffin? A croissant?” the Prince said after a beat passed.

“Oh, no I’m alright thank you!” you said before seating yourself on the bench.

“Okay then! I’ll just be a second.” He put his backpack down on the chair in front of you, before he walked over to the counter. John a loose follow behind as he continued scanning the room and exuding his intimidating behaviour.

Taking a sip of your now almost cold coffee, you fished out your things from your bag, and placed them on the table in front of you. Your pulled out your notebook and your favourite pen, your laptop with an empty google slides opened, and a book about the modern monarchy you’d borrowed at your uni’s library earlier before you came.

You were reading over the assignment text again when the Prince sat down opposite you. The sound of a plate sliding across the table and bumping into your arm, made you look up from your computer screen. Beside your laptop, a plate with a ham and cheese croissant had appeared. Confused you looked to the Prince.

“Thank you? But you really didn’t have to get me this,”

A soft smile appeared on the Prince’s lips as he shrugged, “I know, but it’s lunch time and I wanted to eat lunch with you before we got started… get to know you a little”. He lifted his fork taking a stab at the salad in front of him. Get to know me a little?

“Yeah, of course. We’re going to be working together so much this semester– and you’re obviously gonna learn a lot about me, it’s only fair I learn a little about you”. You hadn’t realized you’d said that out loud before he’d answered your rhetorical question.

“I guess that’s fair,” you finished your cold coffee, “what do you want to know?”.

He asked about what your major was, and you told him. Then he asked about where you were from, and you told him that too. Then he asked what your favourite food and favourite colour was, which made you laugh because you suddenly felt like you were on an awkward first date, but you told him that too. From there the conversation between you flowed like a steady stream in a never-ending river. He was an attentive listener, never breaking eye contact as you launched into story after story. You told him about that time your roommate almost burned your kitchen down trying to make you dinner for your birthday last year. When you came to the part where your roommate had somehow managed to burn water, a belly laugh erupted from his body, startling poor John. John’s reaction only made him laugh more, his giggling so contagious, that you couldn’t help but laugh too.

He was a very good storyteller too. Drawing you in as you became immersed in whatever he was talking about. And he was funny, making you laugh too. Something that made the walls you’d tried to build earlier, start to break down. Getting lost in your conversation with Tom you hadn’t realized how long you’d been chatting before a notification on your phone made you look at the time.

“Fuck!” you said as you frantically started to gather your things.

“What is it?” Tom asked as he jumped up from his seat, helping you pack your things.

“I’m gonna be late for work! I should have left like half an hour ago!” you cursed yourself for not noticing how late it had gotten – but talking to Tom had made you lose track of time.

“Ehm… we didn’t even start the assignment.” Tom reminded you as he handed you your laptop.

Your hand shot up to rub your forehead. You’d completely forgotten about the assignment. The reason for why you had been here with Tom in the first place had melted away like snow under the spring sun the moment you’d started talking.

“How about we meet at the palace next time? I’m sure there’s some books there, or people that know the history of my family well that we can talk to, and help us with our assignment!” Tom proposed.

Meet at the palace? He’s inviting you to the royal palace? You didn’t have time to dwell on what he’d just asked you, so instead you just nodded your head and said, “Yeah, that sound like a good idea!”

“Does Friday work for you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine!” you nodded again. You really didn’t have time to process what he was saying right now. Whatever time he suggests, you’ll make the time work for you, you thought.

“Text me your address, and I’ll arrange for a car to come get you on Friday… You can’t really get in any other way.” he chuckled. Finally ready to go you looked up at him for the first time since you’d realized how late you were. His eyes softened under your gaze, and the way he was looking at you made you suddenly feel calmer.

“Okay!” you breathed out.

“I’ll see you on Friday then?” he asked. His eyes dancing around your face. “I’ll see you on Friday!” you confirmed with a smile.

“Okay then” he returned your smile.

A beat passed where you didn’t know what to do, but it only lasted a second before Tom surprised you by pulling you in for a goodbye hug, “Bye, y/n”. The hug didn’t last long. Not long enough for you to feel the warmth of his body, or for you to get a whiff of his cologne. But it was long enough for it to cause butterflies to flutter in your tummy at his touch.

“Don’t you need to get going?” he asked after you’d made no move to hurry out the café.

“Yeah,” you shook your head, trying to shake this burning feeling he’d lit in you, “Goodbye, Tom!

You left the café the same way you had arrived – nervous. But now your tummy was fluttering for a different reason than it had done this morning.

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Cruel intentions | chapter twenty-four

summary: peter's worried sick, you can't even look at him.

warnings: violence and it's triggering please be careful while you read this.

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Peter frowned as soon as he entered your room through your window. You weren’t there like you’d told him. He’d been dealing with the police for a few hours, trying to make the incident on the rooftop as amiable as he could. They didn’t quite understand how the crater in the cement floor got there, they were highly suspicious of Peter but he argued that it was something that happened because of the other criminals that got away. He knew that they couldn’t know about you. As far as they were aware, you’d stopped avenging for some time now and you were partying again.

They let him go after a few questions. He was exhausted, as he swing from building to building, he could only think about you and your smile. He couldn’t wait to kiss you and cuddle next to you. He knew that you were tired too, he knew that you felt heavy, he could feel it on the back of his head. He believed that being next to you would make it all better.

He wanted to make it all better. And yet, when he reached Stark Tower, you were nowhere to be seen. Peter watched his watch, you’d said that you would be there. It’d been over two hours, you should be there. He quickly tapped his earpiece twice.

“Karen, can you tell me where my girlfriend is?” Peter asked. He felt his heart thudding a bit faster at the word. Girlfriend. He hadn’t asked you yet, he even wondered if he should. He felt like you were together already, he knew he wanted to make it official but he knew that you weren’t into big gestures so he wondered if he should even bring it up.

“Ms. Stark asked for her location to be private,” the AI answered.

Peter’s features creased with concern.

“What do you mean?”

“HAPPY has her location blocked,” Karen answered as if explaining it better would make Peter’s uneasy feeling go away.

“Connect me to HAPPY,” Peter asked as he took off his mask and walked towards your desk. He tapped the small holographic machine two times and a hologram appeared in front of him. Your main network should’ve popped up, you’d let him use it so many times before. Now, just a big word appeared. ‘ACCESS FORBIDDEN’.

“Mr. Parker?” the voice of your AI rumbled through your room but Peter could barely hear it. His heart was the only thing he could hear, how fast it was beating. He could feel a single drop of sweat falling from his forehead.

Peter was sure that he entered what he could only guess was a sort of anxiety attack. He fought with an AI for god sake. He didn’t recall how much time he’d asked HAPPY for your location and the AI refusing to give it to him. He wondered if Tony could hear him, he wondered if Pepper was listening too. He felt embarrassed for a second until he recalled they were in the cabin for the weekend.

For some reason, it only concerned him more. No one really knew where you were, if you’d been kidnapped, if you were being tortured. Anything could possibly be happening to you and Peter couldn’t keep you safe.

Suddenly, your doorknob moved. Eyes wide open as you entered your room, your eyes puffing from crying, face tainted with tears, red cheeks. Peter frowned slightly at seeing you like this, he knew you weren’t feeling well but this was completely different.

“Where have you been?”

You swallowed harshly as you closed the door.

“I…”

You didn’t finish, you couldn’t be bothered with it. You sighed as you placed the heel of your hand on your eyes before you walked towards your bed. Your chest felt heavy and tight, you wondered if you were going to have another anxiety attack.

“I’ve been worrying sick,” He snapped, and you winced in return. “It’s three a.m. and I was about to call your father,” Peter continued.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Peter,” you began but he quickly cut you off, you saw how his jaw twitched.

“What are you hiding?”

Your eyes lingered on Peter. You watched his chocolate curls, the caramel eyes slightly tinted with red. It made your throat tighter, seeing him like this. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve held him and told him that you knew everything about Harry, that you both needed to arrest him as soon as possible. That everything would be over.

But you did know better.

You looked down, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath. The guilt felt like it was choking you, making your throat tighter and tighter by the second. “Peter, I-” you began, your voice trembling.

Peter’s hair on the back of his neck rose quickly, he felt his surroundings moving at a horrible place, only you remained still. He could feel everything, his senses reacting to something that was coming. “What’s happening with you-”

“I want to break up with you,” you finally spat out.

You didn’t dare to look at him. You couldn’t.

Peter felt as if all of the air in the room had been sucked out. “What?” he asked in a helpless whisper. He thought he heard something wrong. He thought that he might be hallucinating but as you finally raised your head to gaze at him, he understood he hadn’t.

“I thought that,” you couldn’t word your thoughts coherently as you wiped your tears silently with the back of your hands. “Harry and I, we,”

Peter scoffed. He wanted to go and sit next to you, he was craving it, his fingers moving impatiently against his thigh. He couldn’t, though. “Were you together this whole time?” he asked.

“No,”

“You were with him before you came here?”

The air turned heavy, heavier than before. His eyes never left yours as you squirmed under his glare. You wanted to run, run away from him as you’d done before but you stood there. You simply accommodate yourself, clasping your fingers together on your lap instead.

“Yes, but I,”

“So, you’re telling me that you lied to me about coming here so you could see him?”

You felt hot and wounded, you couldn’t control the tears that spilled. You couldn’t tell him what you were doing there, you would put him at risk if after this he went there alone. “Peter, I wanted it to work. I wanted you but I can’t,” you said. “We can’t be together, I,”

“You don’t possibly mean that,” Peter replied, giving a step forward. Only then, you realized that tears were flowing from his caramel eyes, they were red and angry.

It made your heart beat harder in your chest. The fact that he could see right through you, the way you couldn’t possibly lie to him. It was suffocating, the way that he knew you.

And yet, deep down, you knew he didn’t.

“I’m not good for you, can’t you see it?” you finally barked. “I hurt people, I hurt everyone and I use them and I don’t care about it. I destroy lives because I don’t feel good about mine and I…” the tears blurred your vision. Here goes nothing. “I wanted to destroy yours so I could make my life better. I was supposed to sleep with you so I could become an Avenger again,”

Peter frowned for a moment and suddenly it clicked in his head. He felt his chest-beating wildly. You wanted to vomit as you saw on his face how it dawned on him what you were confessing.

That was it. You lost him. You took a shaky breath Peter gazed at you. You looked more sorrowful than ever. He knew that you had to be wrong, there’s no way you could’ve faked the relationship with him. His senses were in peril, he felt like static was overwhelming his entire body.

You were in love.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered. You didn’t answer, you hadn’t even realized it yourself. Peter called your name again but you didn’t answer as you stared at your shaky hands.

He leaned forward but you quickly pulled back.

“I didn’t want you,” you lied. “And you, you need to leave, now,”

Peter shook his head, trying to take your hand, to touch you. If he touched you then everything would be fine, he knew it. You pulled away again, though. You couldn’t bare it, you would crack. Exhausted you removed yourself from the bed, closing your eyes as you gritted your teeth.

“I know you’re lying if you just,” Peter pleaded but you didn’t budge.

“Leave, Peter, please,” you said as you hugged yourself, hoping it would be enough for you to stop shaking, to stop sobbing.

Peter didn’t listen to you. He stood up and chased after you, a fresh wave of tears falling from his face. He needed you, he loved you. You needed to understand how much, maybe if he held you, maybe things could be different. This wasn’t you. He knew you. He knew the good and the bad, he’d seen you. He was seeing you.

“No, don’t touch me,” you protested as your chest ached, your throat hoarse from crying and your burst of emotion. Peter didn’t listen as he walked closer to you. “Don’t touch me,” but he didn’t listen.

Peter held your wrist. Firmly. He wanted to pull you in but you simply trashed against him, he was too strong to let go but he barely managed to put his arm on your waist because, with a swift movement, you charged against Peter with your left palm, slapping him, harshly.

The tension popped for a second. You could’ve sworn that you could only hear your poor heartbeat, everything aching, your palm tingly to the sensation and Peter looking right before letting go of you. His jaw was set, his normally calm caramel eyes now turned stormy, and he was breathing deeply.

And you knew it, at that second, it was over.

Peter gave a step back, bowing his head for a moment as you stood there, frozen in the same position. Not daring to say anything, barely breathing, your insides turning, your heart collapsing as you could see in Peter’s eyes that you’d broken him.

It was broken.

“You’re a coward,” Peter stated after what felt like an eternity, holding your gaze. “You’re a fucking coward,”

He didn’t say anything else, he passed by you before jumping out the window. He didn’t look back, and before you knew it, a sob ripped through your chest.

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