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alyswritings · 1 year
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Request: tomdaya x daughter where they find out she’s self harming :(
Tomdaya x daughter!reader
Summary: Tom and Zendaya find out something heartbreaking about their daughter.
Warnings: talk of self harm
a/n: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS CAN TRIGGER YOU!!! thank you for the request
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Y/N and Tom are outside and he's helping her with volleyball.
"So, just make sure you keep your fist closed like this." Tom instructs. "That way you don't hurt your thumb. And then hit it like that." He hits the volleyball, it going up in the air and across the yard.
"That's what I do, but it still barely moves." Y/N whines.
"You'll get it, love. Don't worry." Tom softly chuckles.
"No. I swear, I'm athletically challenged." Y/N pouts, sitting down.
"Well, if you are, that's nothing to be ashamed of." Tom says, patting her on the head before walking off to get the volleyball. Tom gets the ball and walks back over, standing by his daughter.
He looks down, going to say something, but stops when he notices something on her leg. Tom's eyebrows furrow as he looks at her thigh, seeing the cuts. He glances at her other leg, seeing the same cuts on that one.
"Love, what happened to your legs?" Tom asks.
"Hmm?" Y/N looks up at him, confused.
"There." Tom points to her thighs. Y/N looks down at her legs, her eyes widening in panic.
"Oh, it-- it's just shaving nicks." Y/N dismisses, pulling her shorts down.
"In lines?" Tom asks.
"Yeah. Yeah, uh... still kind of suck at it." Y/N lets out a small, nervous laugh. "I'm gonna go get some water." She gets up and quickly goes inside.
- - -
Y/N is napping on the couch in the living room. Zendaya goes upstairs, hearing rummaging in the bathroom and she walks in, finding Tom going through the cabinets.
"Tom?" She calls and he only spares her a short glance. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for sharp objects." Tom mutters.
"Sharp objects?" Zendaya asks. "Wh-- why?"
"Y/N has cuts on her legs." Tom informs.
"Cuts?" Zendaya asks.
"Yeah. Like... she said they were shaving nicks but they looked like..." Tom stops himself, trying to not break down. "They looked intentional. Whether it was by her or somebody else. They were on her upper thigh. I--"
"Okay. I'm gonna look through her room." Zendaya says.
"That's invading her privacy. We--" Tom says.
"Well, if she's cutting herself, I need to invade privacy if she won't talk." Zendaya says, walking out.
After looking through the bathroom, Tom went to Y/N's room where Zendaya was still looking and Tom starts helping.
Tom opens a drawer that's full of random stuff and he rummages through it. Tom stops when he finds a bag that has three razor blades in it. His hand slightly shakes as he picks it up, holding it up.
"Babe?" Tom calls.
"What?" Zendaya turns, freezing at what Tom's holding. "Oh, my God." She whispers, her hand covering her mouth in shock, tears springing to her eyes.
Tom's sad eyes look back at the bag in his hands, his heart aching at the idea of where they've been and what they've been used for on his baby girl.
- - -
Tom and Zendaya waited for Y/N to wake up and talked about how to talk to her about it.
Y/N is sitting on the couch and scrolling on her phone.
"Hey." Zendaya greets her daughter, managing a small smile. "Baby, we need to talk to you." She says. Tom and Zendaya sit on the coffee table in front of Y/N.
"I didn't do it." Y/N says.
"You're not in trouble, love." Tom assures. "Get off the phone, please." Y/N glances between them, but listens, turning her phone off and putting it down.
"What?" She asks. "What, did somebody die or something?"
Her parents share a glance before Tom takes something out of his pocket. He puts the plastic bag of razor blades on the couch next to her. Y/N feels her heart drop and her blood runs cold.
"What, uh... what's that?" She tries to act clueless.
"That's what you need to tell us." Zendaya says.
"Mom--"
"Love." Tom cuts her off. "Are you..." He quietly clears his throat, doing his best to push his tears back. "Are you hurting yourself?" He barely manages to croak out.
Y/N glances between her parents who are both trying to hold their tears back at even the idea of their daughter being in any sort of pain.
"I-- n-no." Y/N mumbles, messing with the hair tie around her wrist.
"Y/N, the truth." Zendaya says.
Y/N sighs, looking down.
"Yes." She mumbles.
Both parents' hearts break and Tom lowers his head, covering his face as he feels some tears slip out. Tears fall down Zendaya's face and she blinks, trying to stop them, but failing.
"I'm sorry." Y/N starts to sob. "I didn't want to, I-- I don't know how it happened. I just... last year, my-my mental health just didn't... it got really bad. And I started struggling with everything -- school, social life, myself. I just... it made me feel something. I'm sorry."
"Last year?" Zendaya quietly asks, her voice cracking. Y/N nods.
"November." She whispers.
"Darling, if you didn't feel good, you could have come to us." Tom says, his voice raspy as he tries to keep the sobs in.
"I'm sorry." Y/N sobs. Tom puts the bag of razors on the floor and he moves to sit next to Y/N. He pulls her into a tight hug, cradling her to his chest. Zendaya sits on her other side and joins the hug, her head resting against her daughter's.
"I didn't wanna be a burden or anything. I just... I'm sorry." Y/N cries.
"Shh, baby. Shh, it's okay." Zendaya whispers, stroking her daughter's hair. "We got you, baby girl."
"We're right here. It's all right, darling. Let it out." Tom mumbles while he rubs her back. The two share sad looks, both shedding their own tears, but trying to not completely break down knowing their daughter needs them.
They continue to comfort Y/N for a few minutes until Tom pulls her up, having her sit up between them. Tom wipes some of Y/N's tears away before cupping one side of her face.
"We're gonna get you help, all right? We'll figure this all out and we'll get through it. We're right there with you." Tom tells her.
"Yes. Every step of the way." Zendaya adds, rubbing her daughter's arm and holding her hand. "If you feel like hurting yourself, we want you to come get one of us, okay? If you have the urge, come to us."
Y/N nods, sniffling.
"I'm sorry." She hiccups again.
"No, baby. Come here." Tom pulls her and Zendaya back into another hug, Y/N sandwiched between her parents. "We're sorry we didn't notice how much you were hurting."
"Let's just say I have excellent acting skills." Y/N comments.
"That'll be a lot funnier to us later." Zendaya says. "But still, we're your parents. We should've seen at least one of the signs."
"It's not your fault. I'm just really good at hiding it." Y/N weakly smiles.
"Well, no more hiding it." Tom says. "It's not healthy and we both really care about you and we love you more than anything. We want you to be okay. You got it?"
"Mm-hmm." Y/N nods, sniffling. Tom kisses her on the head.
"Tomorrow, we're gonna look into therapy and what we can do." Zendaya says. "How about tonight is just a movie night and all the cuddles in the world? You can sleep in our bed."
Y/N smiles a little and nods.
"That sounds nice." Y/N says, sniffling.
"We love you." Zendaya tells her.
"I love you guys, too." Y/N says as her mom kisses her temple, the two continuing to comfort their child.
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squadxx4392 · 1 month
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Jegulus as angsty song lyrics (from previous list posted)
(If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels)
James : I know, you know, we know, you weren't down for forever and it's fine
Regulus : Think I figured out how, how to think about you without it ripping my heart out
(Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya)
James : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, I know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied
Regulus : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, but I can't have you, we're bound to break and my hands are tied
(when the party's over by Billie Eilish)
James : Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin', but nothin' ever stops you leavin', quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Regulus : But nothin' is better sometimes, once we've both said our goodbyes, let's just let it go, let me let you go
(Daylight by David Kushner)
James : Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, you and I drink the poison from the same vine, oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
Regulus : Tellin' myself it's the last time, can you spare any mercy that you might find, if I'm down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try, try to follow your light, but it's night time, please, don't leave me in the end
(Astronomy by Conan Gray)
James : We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars, we've seen everything from Saturn to Mars, as much as it seems like you own my heart, it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart
Regulus : We're two worlds apart, stop trying to keep us alive, you're pointing at stars in the sky that already died, stop trying to keep us alive, you can't force the stars to align when they've already died
(Bubblegum by Clairo)
James : Sorry I didn't kiss you, but it's obvious I wanted to, bubble gum down my throat and it's a curse, but my luck couldn't get any worse
Regulus : You look so nice in your shirt, it's sad because it just hurts, I'd do anything for you, but would you do that for me, too?
(Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens)
James : The evil it spread like a fever ahead, it was night when you died, my firefly, what could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July? Well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die
Regulus : The hospital asked should the body be cast, before I say goodbye, my star in the sky, such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth, do you find it all right, my dragonfly?, Shall we look at the moon, my little loon, why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light, well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die
(Heather by Conan Gray)
James : I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you, only if you knew how much I liked you
Regulus : But I watch your eyes as she, walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky, she's got you mesmerized while I die
(I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry)
James : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you
Regulus : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, you took my broken melody, and now I hear a symphony
(lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid)
James : Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here, even if it takes all night or a hundred years, ned a place to hide, but I can't find one near, wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear
Regulus : Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone, tear me to pieces, skin to bone, hello, welcome home
(Train Wreck by James Arthur)
James : Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words, find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck
Regulus : Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now, not ready to die, not yet, pull me out the train wreck, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out, ah, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out
(Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan)
James : But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun, something in the orange tells me we're not done
Regulus : To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I am, where the hell am I supposed to go? I poisoned myself again, something in the orange tells me you're never coming home
(Two Birds by Regina Spektor)
James : Two birds on a wire (oh-oh-oh), one says, "C'mon" and the other says, "I'm tired", the sky is overcast and I'm sorry (oh-oh-oh), one more or one less, nobody's worried
Regulus : Two birds on a wire, one tries to fly away, and the other watches him close from that wire, he says he wants to as well, but he is a liar
(Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin)
James : Now I'm grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and I know that it's only a wish, and that we're not standing by the water fountain
Regulus : Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and she knows that she shouldn't listen, and that she should be with me by the water fountain
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In Another Life. Finale. Part I.
Author’s Note: 
Hi...so yeah, Valdaya is well and truly a concept of the past now. I understand that and am happy for the real life Val and Zendaya who have found love in their real lives. 
But that doesn’t mean I stopped enjoying creating stories for these two. This whole series-started many years ago in college-was the most fun I’ve had writing any sort of fiction, and I’ve gone back many a time to re-read and try to wrap it up properly. (I seem to not have the attention span to finish any story unless it’s a one-shot.) 
So, here I am, once again, going down the rabbit hole that is this ship and adding fuel to a dead fire. 
But if you want to be nostalgic with me, I’m going to really try to finish thing...and fix some mistakes I’ve found in the other parts. 
This piece is a continuation of the incomplete piece I posted in 2017. 
Enjoy xx
There’s a quick knock on the door to let her know someone’s coming in, and then Peta is there, and she’s dragging Val by the arm in behind her. 
Zendaya sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes raking over the man she hadn’t seen in person in almost seven years. Nerves shoot through her, and she balls her fists and crosses her arms over her chest in attempt to smooth them. 
“..-getting sick of your behavior,” Peta hisses at Val, and Zendaya gulps at the turbulent expression on his face as he looks at his sister-in-law. “I didn’t invite Zendaya here just for you to give her the cold-shoulder the entire night. You’re going to listen to her and you both,” Peta looks across at Zendaya, “are going to talk things out. Are we clear?” 
Val shakes Peta’s hand off his arm. “Crystal,” he practically spits, walking away from the two women to the other side of the room. 
Zendaya watches him, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. He still hadn’t spared her even a glance. She hadn’t expected anything less but that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt. 
A gentle hand suddenly covers one of her balled-up fists and she looks quickly up at Peta. 
She squeezes her hand in silent encouragement. “Be strong,” she whispers with a nod. After looking once more at Val, a tired sigh escaping her lips, she turns and exits the room. 
And she’s left alone, without the support of Peta or the safety net of blending into the background of other people, and she takes in a ragged breath, her palms beginning to sweat. 
Val looks out one of the large windows, his hands in his pockets as he stares out at the heavy downpour over the estate. 
He’s changed so much. Yet he hasn’t at all. 
Of course time aged him to the 33 year old man he is now. There might be a few more lines on his forehead and around his mouth, but otherwise, he looks the same as the last time she spoke with him. 
It’s the way he holds himself now. Watching him interact with other people all night, and...and with Jenna, it was so noticeable to her. He was more subdued, more guarded. Whereas before-...before everything...he would’ve been more emotive in such a situation with family and friends. Now... 
She hugs her arms around her middle, her heart feeling heavy. The person across the room from her was a consequence of the actions she’d taken all those years ago. This coldness? She knows that it’s of her doing. 
 “So are you just going to stare at me all night, or are you actually going to get the courage to say something?”
His question jolts her out of her thoughts abruptly, and she stares stupidly at him, figuring that she would be the first one to speak. 
“I-I-...” she trails off, mouth opening and closing. 
He turns his head and she’s skewered to the spot when those green eyes pin hers suddenly. The level of indifference, of contempt even, she notices in them are like bullets through her gut. She can only gape like a fish while he then takes quick inspection of her, as if cataloguing how she had changed over the years.
Then he looks back at her and arches an expectant brow. Realizing that he was actually wanting an answer, her cheeks flush in humiliation and she looks at her feet. 
“I-um...congratulations,” she offers lamely, glancing up beneath her lashes. 
“Thanks,” he sneers. “If that’s all, I’ll return to the party now,” and then he’s moving towards the door and Zendaya panics and races forward.
“No, wait!” she grabs his arm and they both freeze at the contact. 
Sparks shoot up her arm from her hand where it grips his bicep. Underneath her palm, his muscles are coiled like a spring, and her eyes shoot to his face, catching that tell-tale jaw clench she knows all too well. 
“Val,” she whispers, and her saying his name seems to make him even more angry. 
“Don’t touch me,” he seethes, ripping his arm out of her grasp. His eyes catch hers and he levels her with a glare that tears into her enough she takes a small step back. 
“I don’t know why you came tonight, after all these years of blocking me out of your life,” he begins, and her heart skips a beat. Here it goes. “-and to be honest, I don’t give a fuck. All I want to do is go back to my engagement party and try to forget that my sister-in-law thought it would be a great idea to bring you here. So if you could just kindly get the fuck away from me and my family-go back to whatever the hell it was that you were doing before- that would be great.” 
His viciousness hurts her, yet she’s not going to let him get away that easily. 
“Just wait! Please,” she begs, her nervousness and fear of facing him again slowly disappearing. She can’t pussy-foot around about this. If she wanted to make any lee-way she needed to have courage. Be strong. With Peta’s words encouraging her, she squares her shoulders. 
He stops at the door, but doesn’t turn around. 
“I know that this is probably the worst time to be doing this-to be having this conversation, considering everything,” she takes in a shaky breath, “-but...god, I don’t even know where to begin.”
Val turns, eyes slowly meeting hers. His expression is carefully blank, but the fact that he’s giving her his attention is as much clue as any that he’s going to let her have this chance to talk. 
“How about you start with why,” he suggests, voice giving away nothing. “Why you erased me-and my family-from your life.” 
Tears well up in her eyes, and she can’t even be upset that she’d caved so quickly. “Right. I-okay..” she nods, biting her bottom lip. “I-Val I wish I could give you a good reason, but I just-I don’t have one,” she stares down at the floor in shame. Here we go. 
“When you broke things off that night...I was so hurt and betrayed. I wanted you to fight for us to be together still, not cave to my dad.” His eyes go glassy as his mind no doubt goes back to their last moments together. “I realized later, of course, that you and my dad did the right thing. But in the moment? Right after?” she shakes her head, “I wanted to lash out.”
His jaw ticks and she laughs hollowly. “You told me I should be sixteen so I became the most childish sixteen year old I could be. I got petty because I was so hurt and I wanted you to feel as hurt as I did at the time and I abandoned you-...like I felt you were doing to me.” Her vision blurs as a solitary tear escapes. His face still remains impassive, giving away nothing. The only sign she gets that he’s even listening at all are his hands clenching tighter at his sides.
“And I am so sorry for that-” she cries, voice warbling, “I’m so sorry for ignoring you-for growing up and not doing anything when I knew better. For not just hurting you, but your family-one that I grew up calling my own. I-” her arms cross over her chest as she begins to shake. “-and I hate myself for knowing that without Peta demanding that Maks call me...I could have very well gone on doing the same thing for the rest of my life. Pretending that you don’t exist.”
She sucks in a sharp, stuttering breath as she finishes her speech, eyes searching for any sign that she’s reaching through to him. 
He stares at the ground with half-shuttered lids, pulling the corner of his mouth in by his teeth in that familiar way that has her chest aching at the sight. 
After what feels like an eternity, he begins to move towards her in the same slow manner, his gait like a burning fuse getting closer and closer to the dynamite about to blow. 
Her breath hitches when he stops close enough that she can smell his cologne, and she criss-crosses her fingers in front of her. 
“Thank you...for your honesty,” he begins, still looking at the ground somewhere to her right. “No matter how much I might have detested your presence here tonight, I am thankful that I’ve finally gotten the closure I needed from all of this.”
Her heart drops as those emotionless eyes finally meet hers, and he stares at her for a long moment. 
“But even with your explanation I’m still left feeling....confused. Because what you said...it’s something the girl I knew would never have done.” His voice becomes more vehement as that deep-rooted anger begins to show itself and Zendaya backs up instinctively. 
He follows, cornering her into the wall by the door. 
“The girl I knew, the girl I loved-” he spits, “-would never have done something so inconceivably childish and hurtful. She never would have shunned an entire second family that’s known her since she was born, she never-” his fist suddenly slams against the side of her head and she gasps, frightened. Her heart tells her that no matter what, Val would never lay a hand on her but now? It hurt that she couldn’t be so sure anymore. 
She breathes fast as her heart pounds in her chest, staying very still. Val’s whole body was trembling. It was like he was trying to keep himself in check. 
It’s deadly silent between them. Zendaya’s stomach flips as the realization that they’ve come to this point hits her. This place of such deep hurt and resentment and regret. 
Then the most heartbreaking sound in the world comes out of Val and her eyes snap to his. She watches unbelievingly as tears well up in his eyes and then it’s like a dam breaking from within him. 
His head drops heavily on the wall over her shoulder, his hand sliding lower on the other side of her. He’s not touching her but the incredibly close proximity is overwhelming. 
“I never wanted you to leave,” he croaks out, shaking his head slowly against the wall. Her eyes widen at his broken admission. “I didn’t want to leave you. You were supposed to understand. You were supposed to-to know what I meant when I said we couldn’t be together that night. You weren’t supposed to leave me. Why, Zendaya? Why did you leave me?”
He pulls back and the breath leaves her at the devastation in his eyes and she can only gape in horror at the raw display of emotion. Obviously something he’d buried for a long time just now being released. 
“I-I-” she stutters, hiccuping as sobs crawl up her throat anew. “I was hurt and I didn’t understand at the time-” she cries, eyes darting between his, “I’m so sorry. Val, I’m sorry-” she reaches up hesitantly to place her hands on either side of his face. 
The touch burns both of them, and he grabs her wrists tightly, pushing them forcefully back and against the wall on either side of her. 
“No. Don’t-just don’t,” he bites out, still holding her arms back. 
She nods, sucking back a sharp breath in an attempt to slow down her erratic heart. 
His eyebrows pinch as he turns his head towards the side, staring almost curiously at his hand squeezing her wrist. Carefully, like he’s dealing with a wild animal, he loosens his harsh grip. He curves his hand around the back of hers, his thumb sliding up the inside of her hand in an agonizingly slow manner. 
With a jolt, it hits her what he’s doing and she sinks into herself, staying as still as possible as he explores her lost touch. 
His right thumb reaches up, so slowly, to trace the lines of her palm. Her breath stutters unevenly at the touch, electric shocks zinging from the inside of her hand straight to her heart. 
Too many days, months, years without seeing him in person, without knowing his touch-
It’s too much and not even close to being enough. 
She feels her body begin to tremble from where he has her pinned to the wall, but she dares not breathe a word. Wide eyed, she can only stare at him with barely concealed restraint as he frowns in concentration. His gaze stays fastened on their hands. 
She greedily drinks in the sight of him while he’s distracted-the way his face has hardened, his jawline more pronounced, his elegant nose, the hooded shape of his eyes, the green irises just barely visible in the low light of the room-
Her gaze falls to his mouth and oh, how she remembers
..faces slick with tears, pressed so close together in mutual despair…
…his trembling mouth against hers and ‘You have always had my heart, and it will always be yours’...
Without meaning to, she finds herself leaning forward as if chasing the memory. 
“Don’t.” 
She’s brought back to the present at his firm command. She gulps when she looks up and sees his turbulent expression, and the hand that had been exploring hers suddenly grips it like a vice. 
“I’m sorry,” she says, voice barely above a whisper. For so many things..
 Like coming out of an unwanted trance, he takes quick steps away from her, turning and running a hand over his hair. It’s one of the gestures she knows from years of experience to mean he’s shaken. 
She doesn’t move an inch from the wall. Her hands go behind her back and she leans hard on them before she does something more stupid like reach out to comfort him. 
“You shouldn’t be here,” he growls, still facing away from her as he shakes his head. “Out of all the fucking times to try and make things right-” he lets out a bitter laugh, but doesn’t continue. His fists clench at his sides. 
She hangs her head, shame twisting her gut into knots. 
The space between them, no more than a couple of paces, seems suddenly tremendous and insurmountable. The loss of what they once had cuts her to the core and she feels her vision swims with tears she tries valiantly to hold back. 
“Why are you here?” he asks again, sounding both angry and incredulous. “Why are you here now?”
Her chest lurches. She has a feeling he knows the answer already, and she hates that he’s going to make her spell it out. She finds that she really doesn’t want to because she knows it’s hopeless. This whole situation was hopeless. How could she have ever thought that doing this was going to solve anything between them?
When he turns around at her lack of sudden response, she can only stare at the ground, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Impossibly, she hunches back further into the wall. 
“What, you don’t want to talk now?” he sneers. She flinches. “Isn’t that what you came all the way across the country for? To talk?” 
“Y-yes,” her voice cracks, and she suppresses a wince. Peta would be shaking her head if she could see her right now. So much for being strong. 
There’s a long silence. 
And then, “Ah, I see. You heard from Peta that I was getting married, that I’d finally moved on, that I finally found happiness, and you came here to take that all away because you’re selfish-”
“No,” she denies vehemently, finally looking up. The move cost a little bit of her dignity as the tears she’d been trying to keep at bay are finally set free. 
“Don’t lie to me!” He roars, and then he’s getting in her face again. “You’re selfish, Zendaya! This is selfish,” he seethes and she shakes her head defiantly even as a broken sob escapes her throat, “Don’t even try to tell me this whole fucking thing isn’t you trying to recover what little control you thought you still had over me.”
A vein bulges from his temple as he raises his voice angrily at her, his expression reddening. In all of her 22 years of knowing him, 16 of which intimately, he has never yelled at her. She can’t remember ever seeing him this spitting mad, and the fact that it's all directed at her tears her apart. Her hands cover her mouth to muffle the terrified whimpers as his control snaps. 
This is so different than five minutes ago when he was the one almost brokenly crying onto her shoulder. Now, he seemed to be lashing out at her, trying to erase the vulnerability he had so briefly allowed her to see. 
“You fucking left me!” he shouts in her face, “You left all of us! Maks, Pops, Mama-everyone! You threw us out of your life like garbage for six and half years and you do not get to strut back into my life and try to deny that-”
“I’m not denying it, I’m sorry, Val!” she sobs, body shaking visibly. “I’m so, so sorry!” Her arms wrap around her middle in a feeble attempt to hold herself together. His rage cuts at her viciously. 
For a moment, he looks as if he’s about to go off on another tirade, but then he shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he lets loose a frustrated shout, hands going behind his head as he paces in front of her. 
She sinks to the floor, the dark green silk of her dress bunching around her knees. She cries in earnest now, her keening wails the only sound in the room. 
This was all so fucked up. 
Honestly, though, she shouldn’t have expected anything less. 
All she knows is that as soon as the words ‘Val’ and ‘engaged’ had been said, she’d been reacting on impulse, rushing to see a man she’d actively tried to erase from her life for breaking her teenage heart. When she was finally old enough to look back and know the reasons and the logic behind all that went down, it was too late. She had been too ashamed to attempt reconciliation in the aftermath and too chicken shit to face any negative confrontation with him. Obviously, with good reason, as this whole present situation proved. 
Besides all of that, she had been beyond overloaded with her work. K.C. Undercover had wrapped and immediately she had been cast into the Spider-Man Franchise, then The Greatest Showman, then Euphoria, and soon Dune and time just slipped through her fingers and it got easier to ignore the guilty panic whenever she thought about him- them, because she was so fucking busy. 
But these were all excuses. Weak ones, at that. 
And Val knew it. 
He was furious with her for it, even after all this time.
Her shame swallows her whole, and she sobs anew, drawing her knees to her chest and hiding her face in the space between them. Her red tinted hair falls like a curtain over her face and she’s secretly grateful for the small protection of not having to see her one-time soulmate so angry with her. 
“Z-please stop crying,” the man across from her says after a while of her pain being the only sound in the room. “I can’t-Just stop, please,” he mutters, his tone holding the slightest hint of begging. 
She sniffs bitterly, peeking at him over her forearms where she had them folded over her knees. He’s not facing away from her anymore, but he’s not looking at her either. Instead, it looks as if he had turned towards her but stopped midway. His hands are balled into fists again at his sides and his body is tensed and coiled like a spring. 
Well, it was good to know he cared enough still to not want to see her cry, she thinks with a grimace. 
“I’d apologize, but I think I'm sick of saying sorry for the night,” she quips, resting her cheek sideways on her arm as she gazes sadly at him. 
His only response is a sideways glance, his fists diving into his pockets. 
She breathes out a forlorn sigh. “You’re right, by the way. It was stupid of me to come here.”
She notes his jaw clenching as he stares down at the stone floor. 
“I just-when Maks called me to tell me the news,” she sniffs, “I-I was on the plane before I even really knew what I was actually doing. I think I went into shock,” she let out a bitter laugh, “and just moved on auto-pilot. If Peta hadn’t tracked my location after not picking up any of her calls, I think I’d still be sitting at LaGuardia like a homeless person.”
His guarded reaction is just a slight movement of his head in her direction. His eyes look at the space a couple of inches from her feet. His expression is shuttered, but she does see the corners of his mouth pull down in a frown at her words. 
“I didn’t come here trying to ruin your…,” she bites her lip, “engagement party.” She barely refrains from choking out the two words. She was going to have to get used to this stab of pain to her chest any time she was forced to face the reality of it, now. “I-I just…I realized how much time I lost with you, you know what I mean? I’d been doing so good at compartmentalizing you and the fam away in my mind that when Maks called, it-it me hard. Finally, right?” she rolls her eyes at herself in self-reproach. “I just can’t believe…”
She trails off without finishing the sentence and sits up straighter, pulling her head up to rest her chin on her arms instead of her cheek. She sniffs back snot, the hard sobbing had really taken a toll on her, physically. 
“Z,” he starts, voice quiet. “I really don’t think you should be here.” 
She freezes at his softly whispered words. When he turns to face her full on, their gazes clash and she recoils from the hint of pity she sees there. 
“I have to try and make up for everything, though,” she gets to her feet, wobbling slightly on her heeled shoes. “I realize that now, Val. I want to make up for lost time-”
“I don’t.”
Silence. 
His gaze is unflinching on her as he says this-so steadily-and her arms go around her middle again. Jesus, would this night ever stop finding ways to rip her heart out?
“It’s too late,” he continues, and his gaze turns sad, “I moved on. I found Jenna and….she’s amazing,” she sucks in a sharp breath at hearing his fiancee’s name for the first time, “She understands me, she was there to pick up all my broken pieces and try to put me back together again when I realized you were never coming back.”
She can’t look at him when he says this, and she turns her head sharply to the side, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. She can feel another lump rising in her throat. Great.
“You have to understand,” he inches closer to her, his hands falling out of his pockets to be placed out in front of him tentatively. “Your abandonment destroyed me, Z. It fucking wrecked me. You were my best friend, and if I believed in it, I’d even say you were my soulmate,” he gets close enough to her and his hands come up to gently cup her elbows where his thumbs trace calming circles on her arms. It’s such an old Val and Zendaya gesture that she involuntarily cries out in longing. 
His grip tightens, warningly. “This is why you can’t be here,” he concludes firmly. “Because I don’t think I can trust that you’re just here to make up for what happened. I think you may still have…unresolved feelings,” he ignores her indignant sputter, “And I cannot have that kind of distraction two months away from my wedding.” He shakes her, not hard, but enough that she meets his beseeching gaze. “You have too strong a hold over me,” he admits in a rush, “you always have and I promised-I promised myself a long time ago that I’d never let myself love like that again….the way I loved you.”
Zendaya gasps, her eyes darting between his. 
She opens and closes her mouth, trying in vain to find the right words, any words to respond to such a statement. 
A loud banging on the door causes them to jump apart. When a familiar blonde head peaks around the door to check on the inhabitants, the tension eases somewhat. 
“You guys need to wrap it up and get back out here,” she tuts, stepping fully into the room and closing the door almost all the way behind her. Outside the room, the party rages, laughter and loud conversation filling in the silence.
Peta glances at Val. “Jenna’s starting to get worried. I told her the veal wasn’t agreeing with you but that was twenty minutes ago. She’s looking around all the public bathrooms on the floor now.”
Val gulps. Zendaya watches him straighten his back in front of her. He hesitates for one single moment, and she begins to hope that he might ignore Peta’s warning to stay and talk longer but…
“Excuse me,” he clears his throat, and walks out of the room without a backwards glance. Peta steps widely out of the way as he passes around the door, her searching gaze being stubbornly ignored. 
Then the blonde woman looks back at Zendaya. “Everything okay?”
The young actress stares miserably at the door he had just walked out of. 
“No,” she whines, “everything’s fucked up and I really kind of hate myself….like, a lot.”
The only thing she can cling to in the cesspool of misery that was tonight was-
‘I promised myself a long time ago that I’d never let myself love like that again….the way I loved you’
Well. She didn’t come all this way to just give up on the first try. 
She’d just have to keep trying, and she didn’t want to toot her own horn or anything but the handful of acting awards she’d won this year reminded her that when she wanted to be…she could be very convincing. 
To be continued….
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A/N: pt 2 of this fic LFG (j bc yalls cute @chalametsimp @xoxoloverb @timmymyluv @ohmysw33 @idk27131277) hope this is alright ✨ sry for the formatting 
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fanpage92 ARE YOU GUYS BACK TOGETHER??
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fanpage85 SPARE US THE CONFUSION
enews could this, too, be a pr stunt situation?
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fanpage77 lol him choosing the bagels while y/n waits for him 
fanpage20 we gonna act like him n lily actually didnt happen?
fanpage58 move tf on y/n he’s clearly still in contact w lily
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deuxmoi so, what happens 15 hours after the met gala after party is timothee chalamet leaving y/n l/n’s apartment complex holding his neatly folded costume, dressed casually in his day-to-day attire. while y/n follows suit 20 minutes later looking fresh and chic. an anon said: “on the way, timothee was calling someone, saying ‘it’s over, i dont give a f*ck about her. i would never do that again.” did they sleep on the problem and continue their day like nothing happened or has it been solved? 
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fanpage47 lol wack agent
fanpage76 i’d fucking sue him idk 
fanpage45 the press and media is breaking them they dont deserve this
fanpage89 i hope everything’s alright :(
fanpage64 i swear this isnt easier for lily too 
fanpage57 the amount of hate lily’s getting is crazy pls stop 
fanpage78 L man she’s better with me 
fanpage33 kiss and make up ig 
fanpage80 hope this is for the better :( 
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↪️ prideofgypsies @joshbrolin old man playing father figure. lame. 
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fanpage90 its y/n’s hands
fanpage21 it’s ab time i said it all along it was a misunderstanding
fanpage75 remember that one interview where tim said things about how theyre meant to be with each other in this lifetime? yeah no one can separate them 
fanpage23 it can only be her’s
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fanpage92 SHES BACK W TIM AND WILL BE JOINING THE MCU?
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fanpage44 @katdenningsss​ y/n loves physics fyi
fanpage31 today is my happy day
fanpage89 my it couple 
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i'll never get over how easily a grown ass white man's ego is hurt. like yall, it was a fucking twitter poll on the internet. people on the internet do shit like that, it's not new and to some degree it isn't even personal. crisp rat is literally a movie star, he is a famous person. people criticize movie stars and famous people all. the. time. that's how it goes. rdj said "if you have issues w crispy then delete your social medias" or some bullshit like ?? why don't you delete your social medias since you're so pressed about? if rdj and crispy didn't have socials then they wouldn't really see people making fun of them now would they?? and not everyone has to like you. in fact not everyone is going to like you. grow up and get over yourself lmao
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Uni Daze
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She was his best friend and they shared everything together already anyway. What difference would it make if it were a hat, shampoo, or the same bed sometimes? So what? That's what the Uni Daze were about, having fun, traditions, getting serious, new relationships, friendships, heart ache, break-ups, make ups, secrets, the occasional/casual bajingo here and there, and possibly, just maybe, finding the love of your life and hoping that it all works out.
Warnings: Slow burn, smut, angst, mentions of abortion, mentions of verbal abuse
Pairing: Harry Styles x OFC ( face claim Zendaya)
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Chapter 4 (word count 11.2k)
Harry
Usually a busy day keeps me grounded and out of any possible trouble that Michelle could help get me into, but today was different. It seems like whenever there was something toolook forward to, the day seems to drag and the minute and second hands on the clock move at a non existent pace. Any other day I would almost dread going to work the front desk in the first year halls though I know it had to be done. Today, however, I looked at it as four hours that I could use to talk to Rion.
There was a two hour gap in my time frame today due to a professor sending out a bullshit email telling us the reasons as to why his class was cancelled. He was one of the youngest professors at the university with a track record of hanging out with his student's. But what he did behind the closed doors with Lumen, the girl who lived down the hall from Michelle and I was none of my business.
After I'd taken the spare time to shower, change clothes, and read a chapter and a half ahead in my anatomy text I found myself antsy and ready to go to work, much to Michelle's amusement.
"Just sit down. You have twenty minutes left yet. Did you not have some kind of I'm an important person meeting that you could have went to? Or any equations that you could crack in hopes to surpass both Galileo and Einstein combined? Over achiever."
"Michelle, your grade mark average has been higher than mine since birth and I'm older than you."
“True. But I just don't put as much effort into it as you do."
"That's what makes it all the more annoying. No, I don't have any meetings lined up for senior class. You could be a part of it you know. All you have to do is come to a meeting."
"I'll pass on that. Thanks."
"It looks good on job applications."
"And so does First Class Honors at an Ivy League Uni." Michelle spoke, paying little attention to me as she smiled down at her phone. Ten minutes had passed before I stood from the couch, drawing Michelle's attention again. She smirked at me while shaking her head.
"I'm gonna walk. It's a nice night out, plus if I work a little earlier I get paid more and that doesn't hurt."
"No, I'm sure it doesn't. Especially if you're not really in it for the money in the first place, Hershey. Ask her out today, yeah?"
"I just enjoy talking to her. I don't want to ask her out. It's too soon. It's cliche."
"Says the man who was turned down once and then gave up completely. You don't have to date her Harrow, but stop lying to yourself. It gets you nowhere fast. Ask her to the party."
****
The walk to the first year halls was quicker than I expected. I wasn't sure if it was due to the distraction of the scenery change or my pace, but a fifteen minute stroll was cut down to one that only took ten. When I walked into the double doors I saw her again, seated at the front desk with her eyes focused on the pages of her book taking in each word with a lazy grin on her face.
“Hi Rion. How are you?" I asked somewhat loud, causing her to jump. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."
“No, it’s fine. I didn't see you walking up. I should pay better attention sitting here. Sometimes I just get so engrossed in the words that I forget what's going on around me. How are you this evening?"
I grinned at her before running a hand through my hair and taking the hair tie that I'd stolen from Michelle off of my wrist before pulling it halfway up.
"I'm alright, but I think I asked you a question first.” Rion looked down at her half way finished novel that she had barely scratched the surface of on Monday and then smiled up at me as I made my way around the desk, taking the seat next to hers.
"I'm doing quite well actually. I have no real complaints." Her face dropped.
"That face that you're making is telling me that the last thing that you said was a lie. Clearly."
"Well..."
"Go on. Say it." I grinned while pushing my chair back and resting my feet on the shelf of the desk in front of us.
"My flatmate."
"Yeah?"
"She had company last night.” Rion's voice lowered to a whisper and her cheeks twinged the lightest shade of pink.
"And?"
"And they were very...loud. I didn't get much sleep and every time I had time between classes and I went back to my dorm to take a nap I would always oversleep. I could swear I was late to almost every class today, but my professors were kind of understanding. They all cut me a break because I'm new." Rion rested her head in her hands before she began to shake it back and forth. "I mean I don't want to be that girl who switches dorm flats because their flatmate makes them uncomfortable. She's a really nice girl you know?"
"Uh-huh." I chuckled. I didn't mean to laugh at her misfortune and bad day, but she looked so distressed while explaining it all. No wonder she was rushing about today.
"But I can't risk being late to class, or miss classes because her and her girlfriend insist on having loud goes at each other. My parents had to pay so much for tuition here and I'm working at least three jobs to pay the loans I've taken out myself."
"Yeah that's-Wait what did you say?"
"I said I'm working three jobs to pay off loans and my parents for school and-"
"Wait, no. Sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off, but what did you say before that?"
"My flatmate and her girlfriend have loud goes at each other."
"Your flatmate is a girl?"
"Yes." Rion tilted her head, looking at me as if I'd lost it. When you live on campus, the dorms are usually co-ed, but the actual rooms aren't.
"And you said she had a girlfriend?" It wouldn't be her. It can't be.
"Yes she's a les-"
"Lesbian."
"Yeah. And it's not that, that makes me uncomfortable. I believe love is love no matter who you find it with. It's just that they were so loud and I think sex is a very private and sacred thing… And I mean it was so disrespectful because Alison knows that I have to be up so early for my first class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday but she was— they were both...and then there was this buzzing sound. I think toys were involved."
I laughed out loud. I couldn't help it. The mix of the story, the situation, and the toys made it too good to be true. Rion pouted, but I could still see a trace of a smile on her lips.
“Sorry. It's not funny. You were just making a funny face. Did you say your flatmate's name was Alison?"
"Yeah. Do you know her?"
"No." It's really not a lie. I don't know her.
"Oh. She's a really sweet girl, but I need sleep."
"You do. Three jobs is a lot to juggle. It makes me feel like I'm not doing enough."
"You do though. You work, you have more classes than I do, and you're president of senior class. We both are tackling a lot…But, I can't help but feel like something is missing from the equation for the both of us. I just can't quite put my finger on it."
“Yeah, me either. Do you know Alison's girlfriend. Have you seen her?" I don't know why I'm hoping that there's a chance that this Alison is playing the same game that Michelle is or that it's a completely different girl.
"No. I'm sure that she said it at some point last night, but I put my earphones in to try and muffle the sound as much as possible." Rion sighed as she turned around to face the desk again, looking back down at her book.
"It kind of sounds like you need an escape." I say, hoping that she would turn back around to face me.
“It's only the start of the year. Usually I'd be fine, but I'm already tired. Cambridge comes with a price, but I'm more than willing to pay it. A get away sounds good."
"Well, there's this party on Saturday that practically the whole school contributes in. I've even seen some professors there, the younger ones at least."
"Really? At a school like this?"
"Rion, Cambridge may seem mysterious, with all of its prestige, low acceptance rates, and student's who attend with big brains, but it’s a university first. Parties exist here and because we're not supposed to be considered a school known for parties, they exist a little bit more than your regular university. We just keep it a secret. You should come."
"I'm not really that much of a partier. The last one I went to was after I finished all of my GCSE. I was talking to this boy that I liked and I'd never really drank that much, but I was with my friends and peer pressure and all... It just didn't end well."
"Let me guess. You threw up on him?"
"No... I— I can't! I can't tell you it was so embarrassing!" Rion laughed covering her mouth before she stood up to help a first year out. I swear its only Wednesday and more than a fourth of the first years who live in this building have already lost their keys. I'm sure that after the party on Saturday and the excessive drinking that's going to take place there's going to be a line outside the door for key replacements.
Chelle: I'm so bored so I'm gonna clean the apartment. Starting in the living space, then your room, then mine. Anything that might stick to my fingers if I touch it this time? 😜😷
To Chelle: Don't clean my room! It's already clean! And please don't tell me you touched anything in my bin?😨😳
Chelle: I haven't, but I assume the worst. And I may or may not have changed your name in my phone to Mr. Tissue. I will never let you live that down.
To Chelle: Call one of your bitches and leave my shit alone, pimp daddy. I'm buying a lock for my door.🔒
Chelle: 😼Bitches? What good will a lock do when I'll have the spare? 🔐👀
To Chelle: We'll discuss this when I get home. I’m Busy.  🗣DO NOT TOUCH MY SHIT!
"You alright?" Rion asked pulling me out of my text war with Mitchell.
"Oh, yeah. Just texting my flat mate."
"Mitch, right?"
"Yeah," I snickered, shaking my head while thinking about the well being of my things, "So are you going to tell me what happened when you were at this party years and years ago talking to the boy you liked?"
"Ugh, no I can't. I absolutely can't embarrass myself that much again. It would be like reliving it."
"I'll tell you one of mine. My most embarrassing, but you've got to tell me yours first.” Rion hid her head in her hands peeking out at me between her fingers and laughing.
"Fine. But please don't judge me. It was my first time being drunk. Promise?"
"I promise that I might not be able to not laugh and I won't judge you but tease you for it later."Rion squinted her eyes at me processing what I said before she turned around facing away from me in her swivel chair. I heard her take a deep breath before she started.
"I'd never been drunk before and we were at this party because everyone finished their GCSE. We weren't really old enough to drink-"
"No shit?"
"Don't interrupt," she laughed dragging out the words, "All of the toilets were taken in the house so I was waiting outside of this one when Flynn came up to talk to me-"
I laughed out loud for the third time today and the story wasn't even over. "His name was Flynn?"
"Yes. He was very cute! Let me finish!"
"Okay, soz."
"So we were talking and I was really drunk and I really had to go and....I peed! Don't laugh! You said you wouldn't judge me!” Laughing was an understatement. My stomach hurt and my eyes started to water.
"You pissed yourself?!"
"I didn't talk to anyone for a week, even my best friend for letting me get that drunk."
"Why didn't you go wee outside?"
"Well it's so easy for boys to do that isn't it? You can just whip it out, shake it off, and put it away. Girls have layers that they have to get through, and I'm a lady."
"A lady who wet herself."
"And what's your story?"
"And it appears that we're out of time."
"Oh no you don't!" She laughed wiping the corner of her eye and pouting, "You promised!"
"Alright I guess. I was out with one of my friends and his parents had just gotten divorced so he was living with his mum at the time. We'd went to a bar and I'd gotten so drunk that I forgot where I was-"
"That's it?"
"No, I wish it was but no. We went back to his place because my mum doesn't like me drinking and I didn't want to hear her nag. But when I got back to his place, I started stripping off."
"You didn't!"
"I did. I took off everything.... Everything. My friends mum was at work at the time but when she came home the next morning I was ass naked in her hallway sleeping on the floor...on my back...and it was morning...My friend had went in his room and closed the door. But, now every time I come home to visit him and his mum is there she winks at me and pinches my bum."
Rion was in tears the same way that I was a few minutes ago and I didn't even care that the story was embarrassing, because her laugh was as cute as she was. I looked at my phone to check the time and our shift would be over in five minutes. Any other day time would have dragged on, but it always seems when I'm here with her it goes by a little faster.
"I can't believe that." Rion spoke while wiping her eyes again.
"Well believe it, because it happens every time. Makes for a good story though." We both started to gather our things to leave but before we left the building, Rion tore a sheet of paper from her notebook and began to write on it.
"Here. Um, that's my number. I don't know about the party just yet because I have to check my work schedules and everything else, but I don't know. Just text me sometime before then?"
"Sure. I mean yeah of course I will.”
Rion grinned at me while biting her bottom lip before walking away and the walk home that usually took fifteen minutes now felt as if it only took five.
****
I closed the door behind me with an exhaled  breath and  a smile on my face before  inhaling the scent of pine and citrus. Michelle poked her head out into the hallway that led to the door where I stood before she stepped out of the kitchen fully wearing pink rubber gloves, a pair of my favorite Green Bay sweats, and a t-shirt that also happened to be mine.
“Honey, I'm home."
"Bitches?"
"Excuse me?" I looked at my best mate confused as she crossed her arms across her chest after removing the gloves from her hands,  tilting her head to the side as she spoke again.
"You said I have bitches, Styles. Apparently there's more to discuss."
I walked away from the door removing my work shirt and tossing it at Michelle. She tried to move out of the way and dodge the laundry that I'd threw at her but it still landed on her shoulder. She shrugged it off, causing it to land on the floor before shouting at me.
"I've just cleaned this entire apartment and you come in here making a mess! Pick it up and take it to you're room you quadruple nippled fuck."
"Girls don't mind my bonus nipples. It even sometimes becomes interesting foreplay, when I was having sex that is."
"Gross!"
I laugh and duck when she launches the shirt back to me causing it to land in in a pile on the kitchen floor. We both look at it and step over it before I grab two beers out of the refrigerator, one for myself and one for Chelle.When I try to hand her the beverage, she frowns at the twist off cap and then pouts at me causing me to scowl before I open it for her.
"You're so useless sometimes, Chelle."
"Says the man who doesn't clean, yet looks around at a spotless household that smells of cinnamon. I wonder who did that? Ah, it must have been the useless one. Now," Michelle spoke before clicking the neck of her beer with mine and then taking a sip, "What's this about my bitches?"
I chuckled as I took a gulp of my drink and headed for the living-room with Michelle close behind. We sat on the couch on on opposite ends of each other, relaxing after a long day as we usually do.
"Maybe not bitches in the plural sense. Maybe there's just one?"
Michelle stretched out on the couch putting her mitch-matched sock clad feet on my lap, drawing a displeased look from me but ignoring it entirely as she dramatically massaged her temples with her free hand.
"I can't deal with your game of clue today. The chemicals from the cleaning made my brain go fuzzy and I don't think the beer is helping. Just tell me what you think you know so I can tell you that you're wrong as usual."
I smiled at her, placing my half finished beer bottle on the table in front of us and then began massaging her calves causing her to close her eyes and hum in appreciation before taking another swig of her drink.
"Alison."
Michelle opened one of her eyes before quickly closing it again.
"What about her?"
"Was she a part of your plans B and C last night? Because something or someone tells me that she may have been." Michelle's eyes snapped open and she looked at me in shock. "It's okay if you like her. You can't help who you like."
"I don't like anyone," Michelle looked down briefly at her lap as she shrugged off my discovery. If I've learned anything about her from being her friend its that when she fails to make eye contact, she's lying. "Gianna stood me up last night and Alison was my backup plan. It's simple. I got what I wanted and left in the morning before she even woke up."
"Okay," I smirked at her before picking up my beer again, finishing what was left of it.
"I'm serious. I don't like anyone. I don't feel anything for anyone anymore. Senior year, up the ante, remember? I barely like you."
"Alright," I chuckled before pushing her legs off of me, returning to the kitchen to grab another drink.
"Harry!"
"I believe you, I believe you. You you're an emotionless drone," I spoke as I opened the refrigerator, "We need to go to the grocery store. This is getting ridiculous. We don't have anything in here besides beer, fizzy drinks, and water."
"There are plenty of noodle cups in the cabinet. We'll just tell people we're on an all liquid diet if we ever get visitors. We're not done talking about the other thing. Stop changing the subject. How did you even know I was at Alison's last night?"
I closed the door to the refrigerator with a smirk on my face walking past Michelle to go back into the living room. She followed behind me while lighting a candle that smells like oranges to keep the citrus scent going.
"Well? Come on Har. I don't want to have to chase you around the apartment all day for answers."
"Make me a noodle cup and bring me a bottle of water and I'll tell you."
"You were just in the kitchen!" Michelle speaks as she throws her lighter at me but does what I ask.
When she gets back, she hands me a fork and places the bottle of water on the table in front of me. I smile at her as a thank you before I speak.
"Rion."
"What?"
"Small world right? Or, small campus? Rion, is Alison's flatmate and she kind of, she heard you two last night. I mean, unless that wasn't you and there's another girl named Alison on campus? She said you guys kept her up because you both were too loud."
"There very well could be another Alison, Harry. It's not like there are only four lesbians that exist on earth. But Rion? The girl that you work with? The one that you have the hots in the pants for, Rion?"
"Yes and I don't just like her that way."
"Hm. Of course you do, you've only known her for three days..."
"What, hm? What do you have to say about her?"
"Oh, nothing except Alison calls her prudence. She says she's a real goody good and she's annoying."
"Thats sad," I say as I finish all that I was going to of my noodles leaving the rest for Michelle to eat. She takes the cup from my hands and takes a bite while looking at me to finish what I was going to say, "Rion says Alison's really nice and sweet."
“Well, I don't know. Rion may very well be Princess Peach. You know I don't do girly gossip. It gets on my last nerve. Alison just feels the need to talk to me when I'm there and its like shut the fuck up, girl. I didn't come over here to hear you talk, now get between my legs and-"
"Woah! Okay, and Mitchel is back. How are ya bro? I haven't really seen you in a few days."
"Fuck off Harry." Michelle laughs. "I hear the sordid details of you and the lads sexcapades all the time...well not you so much now, but you know what I was getting at."
"Yeah but, it's kind of different..."
"How?" Chelle quirked an eyebrow and turned her head looking to me for an answer that I'm not sure that I wanted to give her.
"Well, because... I um... and it's just that sometimes-"
"Wait! Harry you pervert! You get turned on by it don't you? It gives you a stiffy?"
"No!"
"Yes! Yes it does! You're turning all red!"
“No it doesn’t, Michelle!"
"Then what's your valid reason?"
I couldn't think of a lie fast enough and Michelle started to laugh, nasty snort and all. I took a pillow from the couch and threw it at her, making her fall backwards on the floor and stay there, using the pillow to her advantage as she lied down on the throw rug that covered the majority of the hardwood flooring in the living room. Our apartment was pretty nice considering that it was still school property, then again we did luck out putting in our bid in order to get into the newer buildings.
"Okay Hersh, I'll keep my dirty details to a minimum for the sake of your tight trousers. I can only imagine that, that gets uncomfortable. Anyway, did you ask prudence- sorry, Rion, to the party this weekend?"
"I did." I smile as I think about the neatly folded piece of paper in my pocket with her number written across it.
"What did she say?" Michelle looks up at me from her place on the floor.
"She said that she's not really that much of a party person." I smiled again a bit harder than I had before.
"So she's not going and she turned you down again? Maybe she is a prude. Don't worry about it Harry, there are plenty of other girls out here on campus just as smart, if not smarter than she is, prettier, and who will appreciate you for- What are you smiling about? Why are you so giddy from being turned down twice?"
I chuckled to myself while shaking my head and standing from my place on the couch, stretching before going towards my room.
"I didn't necessarily get turned down."
I could hear Michelle's footsteps close behind me as I walked into my room. She'd been in here. I can tell not only because of the clothes that she wore to clean that were mine, but because I could still faintly smell her perfume. Nothing was on the floor anymore and she even made my bed. I looked around the room and then back at her before I sat, grabbing one of the neatly placed pillows to put under my head, then lied back on it with my legs hanging over the edge of the mattress.
"Before you say anything, you'll be able to find your things. I just put everything where it’s supposed to normally go."
"I wasn't going to say anything besides thank you. I'm still buying a lock for my door, but thank you."
Michelle rolled her eyes. Something she calls a brainless trait. When she catches herself she covers her face in embarrassment before she continues to bother me, taking a seat  next to me on the bed. "So how is Rion's telling you that she's not a party girl, not necessarily turning you down?"
"She gave me her number. You know, for someone who doesn't like to hang out with girls you surely do a lot of girly gossip. You're so nosey, Jesus."
"Oh please, Harrow. You wanted to tell me just as bad if not worse than I wanted to know. Are you going to call her tonight?"
“No. That's too forward and desperate. I'll text her tomorrow or something."
"You're such a teenaged girl. You think about things too much instead of just doing them. Sometimes I wonder if you have a bajingo where your penis should be. If she gave you her number its because she wants a call.”
"Go fuck off somewhere else Mitchel! And by the way, those joggers and that shirt are mine. Thief."
Michelle stood from the bed with a smirk on her face before she took off my shirt and my sweats, folding them precisely before she put them in my washing basket. I kept my eyes on her face when she looked back at me and I swear that I tried to keep my eyes on her face the entire time, but I would be lying if I said that my eyes didn't roam over her  smooth skin when she wasn't looking at me. I closed my eyes quickly and turned my head away. Hearing her laugh was the only evidence that I had to let me know that she was still standing in my room.
"I didn't say take off my clothes right now. God, Chelle don't be so literal. Go dress yourself!"
"I have on underwear! And you took off your shirt when you came through the door. AND I've seen you walk around in your boxers plenty. Is there some sort of double standard because I'm a woman?”
"That's not the point! And yes there is! Please go put on trousers and a shirt?"
“Whatever, Harry. I'm going to bed. Clearly I'll have to sleep this way because it's hot as hell fire in my room. It's a shame that this is a new building but they still didn't bother to make sure that the ventilation was right before they stuck people in it. Good night and all that."
"Night." I looked towards Chelle and then looked away again as she began to walk out of my room, her nicely rounded bum bounced as she closed the door behind her.
****
Saturday came quickly. Too quickly for my liking, and I hadn't text Rion or called her at all. I didn't want to seem desperate, but perhaps waiting three days made it seem like I wasn't interested? I hadn't seen her at work for the past two days because she has two other jobs to juggle. I'd hoped that she could get off for today, however, even though I haven't said a word to her.
"Just call her. Stop being a chicken shit. The party is tonight, and I'm rooting for you, Styles." Michelle spoke as we walked down the aisles of Sainsbury Supermarket. We'd been here for nearly half an hour and had nothing in our cart except beer, noodle cups, frozen pizza's and a bottle of Goldschläger for tonight. Broke college students can afford alcohol when they can't afford anything else.
"Are we going to buy any real food, or is this about as good as it gets?" I asked, ignoring Michelle's comment.
"What? We've got plenty. Plus I think there are chicken nuggets in there and that's a delicacy for us. Don't avoid what I've said to you."
"I haven't avoided anything, and we would be able to get more than chicken nuggets and noodles if you would just call your parents."
Michelle hesitated before she looked back at me and then back down at her list. She doesn't call her parents much to ask for money if she can avoid it. Her mum isn't doing so well health wise and to the best of my knowledge she hasn't been for some years now. The doctors thought that she had leukemia, but apparently they've only just discovered that's not the case. I think it's what drives Michelle's dream to become a doctor. She's eager to find out what's going on with her mum so that she can be the one to cure it.
She glanced at her phone having an internal battle with herself on whether she should ring home or not. I felt bad for asking her and I normally wouldn't, but I'm running low on funds myself. I usually get a stipend every other week from my mum and paid every other Friday from my shitty job, but unfortunately I'm between pay checks and for some reason my mum is late.
Michelle decided against my idea putting her phone back in her pocket.
"We're in our last year of uni. What would it look like if we resorted to calling our parents to wire us food money? You call yours if you're so hungry."
"It would look like we're both working shit jobs barely making wage and paying to rent out the apartment that we have so that we can finish out this last year with a roof over our heads. I wouldn't ask you to usually, but is an emergency. I asked my parents last time. It's your turn."
“Well, we can just get rid of something then if we don't have enough." Michelle stopped the cart and began to sift through the contents inside it, moving over ten cups of noodles out of the way and the one bag of chicken nuggets that we had. When her hand landed on the alcohol, we both looked at each other and shook our heads no. "Fuck," Michelle groaned under her breath, "Fine I'll ask my parents tomorrow. Let’s just get this for now and get out of here."
When we left the grocery store, after loading all four of our bags into my car, Michelle got quiet while looking out the window. I still hadn't told her that Louis is planning on meeting up with me and the lads to drink before we go just to prove that he's not one of those people and usually, now days anyway, wherever Louis is Michelle is far away and vice versa. I figure that there's no better time to tell her rather than now while she's quiet, but at the same time I don't want to hurt her feelings. She seemed lost in thought, but there's still a smile on her face.
I cleared my throat causing her to look at me quizzically with an eyebrow raised.
"Um, so.."
"Yes?"
"About the party tonigh-"
"No you don't!" Michelle cut in not allowing me to finish what I was going to say as we pulled up to our apartment. "You're not cutting out of this. Gosh, Harry, I know that you want to be more serious and that this year and I'm sorry for not using the Ultimate Alarm the other day when you were in an alcoholic hibernation, but it's a Saturday. Can you not have fun on Saturdays?" Michelle frowned pouting a bit.
"I'm going to the party, if that's what that speech was pertaining to at all? I wasn't going to say that I'm not going."
"Oh. Well then by all means continue." She smiled this time, happy with herself because she didn't have to argue her case any further.
"Yeah, I um, I'm going to the party, but Louis wanted me and the lads to meet up with him before we go. Pre-gaming and all that." I spoke quickly hoping that she didn't mind or hear what I said for that matter. Her eyes stayed straight forward, looking outside the windshield before she replied.
"All of you?"
"Yeah. He kind of asked about it earlier this week when I saw him...But you know we'll hang out at the party and stuff."
She nodded her head. It was the only response she'd given as her eyes stayed on the boot of the car in front of us.
"Are you alright with it? I can always-"
"Don't worry about it, Harrow. You were his friends first after all, and we live with each other. I'm tired of seeing your ugly mug anyway." Michelle laughed while patting my cheek and I shoved her hand off of me. "Plus, we all know I have bitches that I need to tend to so it's fine."
She covers up how she truly feels with a joke and all of a sudden I feel guilty.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah it's fine. You're very much a pleaser, Harrow. Did you know that?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked as I parked the car and grabbed the groceries out of the back seat to go upstairs.
"You can't please everyone. In the end someone is going to have to be let down or hurt. That's the way of life. It's okay to be selfish sometimes, Harry. That's what I mean."
Michelle sighed as she walked ahead of me, using her keys to unlock the door to our flat. I put the groceries and my things down in the kitchen before I went for a wee, all the while trying to figure out where the hell that last bit of our conversation was coming from, but when I came out of the bathroom she was back to acting like her normal self.
"Since you're leaving me to fend for myself tonight," Michelle spoke holding up two double shot glasses filled to the brim with alcohol, "We didn't buy this for nothing." She spoke in reference to the Goldschläger that ate up the majority of our money and bit her bottom lip while smiling at me.
I winced, already feeling the burn of the liquid going down my throat, before looking at my watch.
"It's only five. No one is going to start drinking until at least nine. You're trying to kill me. I said sorry for agreeing to go with Louis and the lads. Why are you making me do this?"
"Harry, when we were first years we drank early all the time."
"And my liver paid for it."
"Oop, Harry what's that?"
I looked over my shoulder confused before I looked back over to Michelle.
"What's what?"
"Is that a bajingo between your legs where you penis should be?" Michelle started to laugh while pointing in that general area.
"Piss off Chelle!" I spoke before walking up to the table and grabbing the shot that she'd placed there for me. I held it up to eye level inspecting it first. There was something floating in the glass.
"It's actually gold," Michelle said seeing the confusion written clean across my face, "hence the name Goldschläger."
"So we can afford to drink gold flecks in alcohol, but we can't afford real food?"
"I'm going to call my parents tomorrow I said, Mr. Sensable. Now shut up and down it!"
I looked at Michelle shaking my head as we clinked glasses and turned the shot up to our lips. The burn of it made my eyes water and when I looked at Michelle, hers were doing the same. I picked up the bottle on the table and read it before Michelle took it from my hands, pouring us both another shot.
"This is forty-five percent alcohol."
"Yes. It's strong. So, so strong." She nodded as if she already knew.
"We'll be trashed if we keep drinking this. We probably wouldn't even make it to the party." I spoke before I walked over to the refrigerator to grab us beers, hoping that she would switch substances.
"No we won't. I won't let us miss it. But legend has it that this is supposed to get you drunk quickly. The gold flecks supposedly make microscopic cuts in your esophagus so the alcohol can get into your bloodstream faster. Cheers." Michelle handed me the shot glass again as if after hearing that I would want to drink it again.
"Michelle that's horrible. I don't want to-"
"Just take one more shot of it and then we'll just sip beer until you leave to go meet up with Louis and the rest of the lads."
Her eyes were pleading and I couldn't tell her no. We both flipped our heads back as he downed the shots and with in a peer pressured hour, ten shots and two beers later, there was a sloppy grin on my face and I my vision was doubled. Michelle however seemed fine.
"Your alcohol tolerance has lowered dramatically. It’s almost seven. What time were you going to go to Louis'?"
"In an hour."
"I'll drive you." She spoke as she sat against the couch taking out her phone and laughing at my facial expression.
"You had just as much to drink as I have. You can't drive."
"I can. I've got a buzz but that's all. You're trashed. I only had three shots. The other seven you took alone." I looked at her in shock. How could she have tricked me that way? I swear she was drinking too. Michelle laughed and I could already tell that she was recording me. "I'm putting this on instagram."
"Don't! I really hate you." I slurred while pointing at her, only causing her to laugh more.
"You need to loosen up, especially for your hot date tonight. There's no point in you being so uptight at the start of the quarter. I'll let you go back to your boring self when Monday comes around again." She pulled her phone away from me as I tried to take it from her. "You might want to check your phone by the way. It seems you have a message."
I looked down at the notification that showed on the screen, squinting my eyes to try and focus on what was there. When my eyes adjusted, I almost felt sober.
Rion: I was starting to think that maybe you'd forgotten about me. I checked my schedule and I'm actually free tonight. I don't know how long I'll stay, but I'll meet you there. Alison is going so I'll just be with her.
My eyes widened before I scrolled up to see what I supposedly said.
To Rion: Hiiiii, It's Harry. Sorry for being such a stupid arsehole and not texting you sooner, but would you still want to go to that party tonight?
"You texted Rion?"
"Yup."
"But I-I'm not...Fuck!"
"What? You like her right? I've done you a favor."
"Yeah, but—“
"No but's. You either like her or you don't and if you do and if she likes you, which she does, obviously, then you have the go ahead to call. She wanted you to call. She clearly likes you. She's excited and so are you. You're just nervous. You haven't been on a date in six months or maybe more? But, this should be like riding a bike, if you will. I've removed your kickstand, now all you have to do is pedal."
I looked at Michelle and shook my head before I went in my room to find something to wear for tonight, deciding on the usual skinny jeans and oversized shirt, leaving a few of the buttons in the front undone as I stumbled into the living room to wait for Michelle. She reappeared from her room shortly after I did wearing black leather looking tight pants and some sort of red cut off shirt along with her fake glasses and red lips. She looked beautiful and I could only think that she was doing so for Alison.
As much as Chelle would doubt it, I think the player may have taken an interest in one that's supposed to be a pawn in her dating game. All I can hope for is that Alison treats her right. She deserves someone who would.
"What's the point of wearing a shirt if it’s barely buttoned, Styles? And it's see through. I mean I guess kudos for buttoning the three buttons you did bother with correctly." It could be because I'm drunk, but I could have sworn that I saw her look me up and down...not necessarily in a friendship manner. I ignored her while grinning and standing from the couch before she grabbed the Goldschläger again pouring us both another shot. "One for the road?"
"I'll take it if you take it first you lying Judas. I'm already drunk enough as it is."
Michelle cringed before she threw her head back downing the shot, eyes watering again by how strong of a burn the cinnamon schnapps left behind. I did the same and then took another for the hell of it since I wouldn't be driving tonight. Michelle eyed me as I walked down the stairs and to her car as if I would fall.
"Stop watching me and walk yourself."
"Someone has to watch out for you. You're clumsy enough as it is, bambi. Adding alcohol to the mix is a disaster waiting to strike."
"Says the absolute asshole who got me drunk in the first place."
"Oh yeah...That's right." Michelle smiled victoriously before she spoke again, clearing her throat before hand, "Uh, so, since I'm taking you to Louis' place where does he stay? I know he must have moved from where we lived before..." Her face dropped slightly.
"With his bird about five blocks over... Sorr-"
"It's fine." Michelle started her car, looking through the windscreen straight ahead like she did earlier as she drove and listened to the directions I gave her, telling he where to turn.
When we pulled up in front of the house, Niall was outside on the porch with a beer in his hand, smoking a cigarette. No doubt because Hollie put him out of the house, not wanting anything to smell like stale smoke.
"Harry! Hi Mitch!" He waved to us as he stumbled over to the car clearly drunk himself and louder than usual. "You're staying too, Michelle?" She shook her head no while smiling half way at Niall as I got out of the car. "You should stay. This thing, whatever it is, between you and Lou is ridiculous. You guys were so close and it can get there again. Just get out of the car and-"
"I can't Ni, I have somewhere to be, myself." Michelle's eyes begged Niall to be more quiet but he didn't get the hint. He was going to speak again, but was cut off by Lou as he walked out onto his porch with Hollie close behind. He didn't notice that Michelle was with us until I moved to walk towards the house.
"Lads!"
I looked from Michelle to Louis then back to Michelle again and as I did I saw her eyes widen right before she cursed under her breath. Louis paused in his steps, and his eyebrows drew together slightly before he spoke.
"Michelle." He nodded at her as a greeting gesture making everything more awkward.
"Louis."
"Mitch can stay right?" In that moment everyone looked at Niall as he took another drunken, oblivious drag off of his cigarette and it appeared that everyone wanted to punch him in the face, including me.
"No actually I was just leaving. Enjoy your night boys. Be safe, Harrow. I'll see you later yeah?"
I nodded my head before she spoke a simple "good," and sped off as quickly as her car could take her. Louis took a deep breath, shaking his head before smiling at us and inviting us in for more booze. I honestly didn't think that I would drink anymore tonight, but after that I felt the need to.
Niall dropped his cigarette and stepped on it while shrugging his shoulders at me as we followed behind Louis into the house where everyone else sat.
“Read the room next time, yeah?” I spoke under my breath hoping that only Niall would hear me.
“What room? It’s stupid that they don’t talk anymore. For fucks sake he was going t’ marry—”
“I know, Niall. I know.” I interrupted Niall mid sentence and could not help but notice the hitch in my jaw, that became more sore than it had been in a while.
 We all spoke as we walked in the house and I put the topic behind me in order to proceed on with the rest of the night and  for the first time in a while I was happy that the liquor continued to flow. It  seemed to put me and everyone else around in the right mindset for one of the biggest parties of the year, but Louis still seemed somewhat flustered about seeing Michelle for the first time since they called things off. I know Michelle probably didn't feel the best either and I tried to text her to see if she was alright, but I got no response.
Chelle: Are you okay, Chelle? I'm so sorry about that. Didn't know that he would come outside.
Though I got no response to my text, I expected to see Michelle as soon as we got to The Barn. The title of the bar was fitting as it was out closer towards farmland and covered in red paint as it actually was previously a stable. It was crowded with everyone from students to professors indulging in what the night had to offer, but as I skimmed the crowd I began to get more anxious. We had been here for an hour. I was sure that by now that I would have run into her. Taking out my phone, I’d opted to give her a ring, but before I could unlock my screen my phone began to buzz in my hand.
"Hello?" I slurred on the line while closing my opposite ear with my finger so that I could hear whoever it was I was talking to.
"Harry?" The deafening music and noise in the background made it almost impossible to hear.
"No, this is Harry." hiccup “Who is this?"
"Harry, it's Rion can you hear me?"
I walked away from Niall, Darragh, and the rest of the lads as they prepared to make Niall do a keg stand; swaying as I went.
"Who is this?" I repeated trying to hear better, hoping that it was Michelle calling me back in response to the text I’d sent.
"Harry, it's Rion. Can you hear me now?"
"Rion?"
"Yes."
"Hi." I smiled as if she were in front of me, when in all actuality I was in the middle of the crowded street surrounded by a sea of strangers. A car honked at me just as I was about to cross back towards the party, causing me to step back so that I didn't get hit.
"Where are you?" She laughed into the phone causing me to smile again.
“Outside enjoying the weather. Are you here? At the party I mean."
"I am," when she spoke I could hear the smile in her voice, over the excessive chattering and music in the background. "Can you come to the doors near the front of the pub and meet me there?"
"Sure. Stay on the phone with me? You know, just until I find you." I slurred into the phone but Rion laughed again nonetheless.
"Of course...Is that you in the middle of the street? Please be careful if it is."
I looked around, confused as to how she could see me but I couldn't see her. I walked towards the pub again forcing my bleary eyes to focus until I spotted her, standing on a large rock that was just outside the door. When I reached her, I held out my hand to help her down. She took it and called me a gentleman before I said anything else.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked as I looked down at her in her jean jacket and simple black dress that clung to her chest then flowed down to her feet.
"I guess. It's not that bad. Ten times better than the last party I went to already."
I laughed.
"You haven't drunk anything?"
"One mixed drink, but I didn't really finish it. Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked me as we began to walk to nowhere in particular.
"I am. A little bit more now, actually.” A slight blush came to Rion's cheeks before she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and I cleared my throat to continue. "Where's your flatmate?"
"Alison? I'm not sure. She said she was going to meet up with a friend of hers. The same girl that she was with the last time no doubt."
My mind went to Michelle as I checked my phone again and still I had no messages from her.
"So, she left you here?"
"I haven't seen her in the last hour... She could have. But if she did, I have no real way home now. She was my ride. I knew I should have just driven on my own."
I didn't say anything more, but I had the feeling that Alison bailed. I might have an idea as to who with and where to as well.
"Well, are you ready to go?" We ended up closer to the street facing in the direction of the campus. "The night is oddly nice for the end of August and the sky isn't as cloudy as it could be. We might miss getting rained on if we leave now."
"Do you have your car?" She asked looking towards me as if it were a deal breaker.
“No, but I would walk back with you. The parties aren't really my thing anymore. I just came to catch up with some friends. It was nice to get out. We're only about a 15 minute walk away from campus."
Rion looked towards the pub and then back at me again before she smiled and answered me sweetly.
"I'd love to get out of here with you."
Rion and I began walking, but as soon as we got a little bit past the corner where the party was being held at she stopped, causing me to stop as well and look back at her with an eyebrow raised.
"Are you going to tell any of your friends that you're leaving?" She asks while holding her dress up just past her ankles so it doesn't touch the ground.
I grin at her, absolutely ecstatic that she's giving me the chance to walk her back to her dorm room. If those tossers want to know where I went they know how to call. I guess Mitch really did do me a favor and I might owe her one after this.
"Oh, um...No. They're having a good time. I'm sure they won't even notice that I left. It's okay. Besides, I'm getting kind of tired anyway. I could always just shoot them a message."
Rion nods her head in agreement before we begin to walk again. Bunching the material of her dress in one hand in hopes not to step on it, I couldn't help but chuckle as I looked at her.
"Its so long. I love this dress but it's a bit of a hassle to wear." Rion comments, already knowing the reason for my amusement. I gently grab her hand to stop her once more and this time she looks at me with as soft smile forming on her lips.
"Here, let me..." I trailed off, gently taking her hand that had the fabric of her dress, causing her to let it go. Our eyes met as I slowly went down on my knees in front of her. If I would have gone too fast I'm sure I would have lost my balance or worse. It's almost a wonder that I can form a coherent sentence. All that I can hope is that I don't completely reek of alcohol.
I take the hem of the dress and tie a knot in it that's hopefully loose enough to undo when she gets home if she wants, and high enough so that she doesn't have to worry about stepping on it or have it sweep on the ground to get torn or dirty; just above her ankles. I'm not going to lie, when I was down there I looked at her feet and what I could see of her legs. I won't say I have a foot fetish or anything weird like that, but if a girls toes looks like they can pick up an orange with ease and whip it at the back of your head, it's kind of a turn off for me.
Her feet were beautiful aside from a few cuts here and there on her the tops of them. She even had a plaster or two on one of them, but somehow she even made that okay because they matched the purple coloring of her nail polish.
I stood after I was finished, and by the look on her face I must have been down there for a reasonable amount of time to make a knot, at least I hope I was. When I was looking at her feet, I had to make it not so noticeable that that's what I was doing. I don't want her to think I'm some kind of a freak.
"Thank you," she exclaimed while smiling, "I don't know why I didn't think of that."
"Yeah I saw some other girl do it and thought it made sense."
Rion smiled at me again and as we walked next to each other, her hand grazed mine; once, twice, three times before I grabbed it in my own. I saw her look over at me through her peripheral vision. It was a quick glance but I saw it nonetheless. I also saw her bite her bottom lip to try to prevent her smile from getting any bigger than it already was.
I didn't want to bust her out and embarrass her, but I did want to tease her a little. I gently squeezed her hand while biting my bottom lip to stop my smile from spreading much like she did, causing her to laugh before I changed the subject.
"The sky is really clear tonight. I can see Orion's Belt. It really might not rain after all."
"My namesake." Rion smirked.
"Sorry, what?" I spoke noticing that the party sounds were fading farther and farther into the distance.
"My mum is really into Greek mythology and constellations, so my name and its spelling came from Orion himself." She pointed towards the sky and the huge constellation before she looked back at me, slipping her hand back into mine purposefully.
"Cool story. And I'm not being a sarcastic asshole or anything by the way. That makes your name original." hiccup "And I like it a lot. I think my mum named me Harold because it was the only male name that begins with H and that comes after G that she could think of. Her creativity stopped after she realized that she wanted to put her kids names in alphabetical order." Rion laughed and nudged my arm.
"Don't talk about your mum. I think she might have chosen the name because Harry fits you. I've always liked that name."
"Have you now?" I asked with a smirk on my face and an eyebrow raised.
"I have."
"It's because of Prince Harry isn't it? Be honest."
"No it's-"
"Tell the truth."
"He's just so cute. He's the dreamiest ginger I've ever seen besides Ed Sheeran. All due respect to his royalness." Rion spoke causing me to laugh and shake my head before she continued. "Then again, all of the Harry's I've had the pleasure of meeting were pretty fit." She said looking over at me and then back up at the velvety black night sky speckled with beautiful stars.
"How many of us have you met?"
"Well...Just one so far."
I looked over at her as we finally reached a street that had lamp posts and she let out a small chuckle that sounded as if she were clearing her throat. Her eyes caught the light that lined the streets making her irises seem to brighten even though her eye color was dark brown.
We'd finally reached campus just as the clouds started to roll in at two in the morning and from there, I followed Rion's lead back to her dorm. In my three full years at Cambridge, I'd never been to this one in particular, but apparently, Michelle has. I saw her car in the parking lot. Something told me that she would be here, seeking comfort for the blow she received earlier. The sooner that she realizes that fucking doesn’t fix what hurts her, the better off she'll be. Part of me wants to bang on the door as soon as we get to the room, but I decide against it. All I cab hope that she’ll talk to someone eventually. If that someone happens to be Alison, then I'll be happy for her, I guess.
"Thank you, Harry. For getting me home safe and asking me to come out. I had fun for the amount of time I was there for." Rion leaned against her door, smiling while looking up at me.
"It was no problem. Thank, you for, you know, coming." I could hear myself wanting to ramble before I closed my mouth.
“Good night, then." Rion spoke, still smiling and then pausing.
"Goodnight."
Rion turned to unlock her door and when she got it open I turned to leave, but before I could go I could feel her pull my hand. When I turned she had a pout on her face.
"You know, you're really horrible at picking up on signals."
Huh?
"I-"
"I waited so patiently as well."
"I'm-"
"Three days. You didn't text me or say anything for three days. I didn't know what to think. I still don't."
"You're-"
"Oh shut up, Harry."
Rion crossed her arms over her chest and out of shock I closed my mouth, not really sure what to say or do. Rion squinted her eyes at me before shaking her head and turning to go into her little dorm before I stopped her, pulling her to me before I kissed her deeply, pushing her against the wall a bit to show her how it should be done.After it was over Rion sighed in content with her eyes still closed before reopening them slowly. I grinned against her lips before speaking knowing that I’d won her over.
"I didn't know what to think either to be honest. It's been a while."
Rion grabbed me by the front of my shirt, bringing my lips back down to hers.She pulled away, kissing the corner of my mouth making a trail to my ear and then kissing me right beneath my earlobe. There was no tongue involved at all but it still had been the most action than I'd gotten in months and it was still enough to leave us both breathless at the end of her antics. 
"Do you know what to think now?” She pushed her door open, speaking before she closed the door behind herself with a cheeky smile.
I’m not sure how long I stood there with a goofy grin on my face after it was all said and done, but when I got to the stairs my drunken mind allowed my legs to work properly and carry me down while still having the memory replay in my head.
I'd only gotten through the doors of the exit of her dormitory before my brain went to my pants, thinking that I might be able to get a good wank before I fell asleep with Rion's lips pressed against my jaw as the mental muse. Just when I thought about flushing any possible tissues instead of putting them in my bin, my phone rang.
"Harry?" Rion whispered into the phone, sounding on the agitated side.
"Rion? What's wrong?"
"She's at it again." Rion exhaled into the phone before I heard the creaking of a door, sounding as if it were being shut.
"Who's at what?"
"Alison and her, friend."
I started to chuckle, thinking of all of the ways that I would tease Michelle tomorrow when I saw her. I know that she's been active, but damn. She's got to be insatiable. I pictured her and Alison, terribly sweaty, gasping for air-
"Harry?"
"Sorry, what did you say?" Rion's voice snapped me out of getting too carried away in inappropriate thought again. Thoughts that I shouldn't venture into about my best pal.
"I really want to be able to sleep without being disrupted. Do you mind if I come to yours? I'll sleep on the couch, the floor, a chair. Anything you wouldn't mind sparing really."
“No, of course I don't mind."
Oh god.
"Are you sure? Should you ask your flatmate first? I wouldn't want to intrude on you or him."
My mind was swimming with a thousand things. Minor details that had the potential to be major. Is my room clean? When is the last time that I had a girl in my room that wasn’t Michelle? Do we have water bottles that I can offer Rion when we get into my flat if she's thirsty? Why does Rion think that Mitch is a guy?
“No… I uh, I'm alone for the night, actually. My flatmate is staying somewhere else I think." In your roommates' room, disrupting you currently.
"Thank you so much." Rion breathed out, sounding somewhat relieved.
"Yeah no problem. I'll turn around now."
"Oh shit, did you get far? I'm so sorry."
"No it's fine. I just got down the street a bit." I spoke as I neared her building again.
I saw her walking out in the same clothes she was wearing before. When she got to me, she thanked me again before we took the surprisingly short walk towards my flat.
"You live in the new buildings? Fancy."
"Yeah, it's alright. For it being new, the ventilation sucks in Mitch's room, but that's the only complaint we have."
I unlocked the door and turned the knob saying a silent prayer as we walked in, but I'd forgotten that Michelle cleaned the whole place, including my room despite my protest for her not to.  It was the first time that I’d been happy that she didn’t listen to me.
"It's really nice, Harry. You were being modest." Rion spoke as she tiptoed through the apartment, stopping in the living-room and taking a seat for herself before removing her sandals. "Really clean for two lads."
"Oh, actually-"
"Sorry, Harry. I don't want to interrupt, but do you think I could use the restroom first? I'm bursting to go."
I laughed while running my hand through my hair. "Sure. It's just down the hall. We wouldn't want a repeat of your last party."
Rion turned red, covering her mouth in a laugh and speaking to me as she walked down the hall.
"I really still can't believe I told you that."
While she was gone, I grabbed extra blankets from the linen closet and laid out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts of mine for her to wear on my bed. I also grabbed a bottle of water and put it on my desk for her in case she was thirsty, thankful that I made Michelle put some of those noodle cups back in exchange for it. Before I made my bed on the couch, I went into Michelle's room to steal one of her pillows but I’d gotten distracted easily. On her bedside table was a picture of the both of us taken last year. We were both pretty out of it and you can clearly tell in the photo, but in the midst of all the insanity Michelle was still alert and smiling at me while I was laughing and pulling her shirtsleeve with my teeth.
When I heard Rion leaving the bathroom I quickly left from Michelle's room, placing the photograph back down where I got it from and closing her bedroom door behind me.
"You'll be in my room. I've laid you out some things to make you more comfortable."
"Awe, Harry. I can take the couch really. I don't want to kick you out of your bed."
"No you won't. Now, go to bed. Good night, but for real this time."
Rion eyed me as she nodded her head in agreement, a slight grin on her lips. 
“Yes for real this time.” She spoke before her bottom lip was drawn into her mouth. The liquor I consumed tonight made me do the same as I looked her up and down shamelessly, grinning as I did so.
I started to take a step backwards only to notice that Rion advanced forwards causing me to stop in my tracks. Our lips connected again more fervently than they had before, before I started to walk again leading Rion back into my bedroom.
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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years
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Thoughts on the theory that Rue is dying this season?
Tbh, I'm not sure. The fact that they clearly want us to think she's dying this season could mean nothing. I mean, Succession wanted us to believe that Kendall was dying in the finale, and that wasn't even remotely on the table. In today's world, I think that big character deaths are usually harder to see coming; you may even know that someone is dying, but they're not going to die when you think they are.
I've always felt like the overvoice could again be something, or it could be Rue narrating from beyond the grave... or it could be Rue talking to people in AA when she's a sponsor someday. The thing is that while the show could survive without Rue, I think it would make more sense for her to die in the end, if she's going to die. With that being said, it's still possible for Rue to die prematurely, simply because Zendaya doesn't have that much time on our hands.
I think the show has three people who could potentially ditch the show for other work opportunities--Z, Elordi, and Sydney Sweeney. They're the ones who've probably gotten the biggest notoriety boosts from the show (though Z was certainly very well known before it). If they leave, it probably would make the most sense for them to be killed off, but like... you can't just kill off multiple characters. So idk, the writing has to be sparing in that sense. Zendaya could leave, and Rue could simply be sent off to live with relatives or go to rehab long term or some shit.
Certainly, a lot of death imagery and symbolism was in the last episode.... But a lot of Rue scenes have that kind of vibe, tbh. She's a severe drug addict who lives a high risk lifestyle. I just don't see her being written off until Zendaya WANTS to leave, but she's Zendaya. So like. She could have incentive to leave at any point in time.
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pasiveagressive · 4 years
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Autocomplete Interview
Warning: There are chunks of this that are taken straight from the actual interview, I obviously have no right to those and cannot take credit for them. Thanks in advance.
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“Five, four, three -” you hear someone behind the camera counting down
“Hey it’s Zendaya here.”
“Hey it’s Tom Holland.”
“Jacob Batalon.” 
“And I am Y/N Y/L/N, and we are about to do our,” you point to Jacob
“Wired,” then Tom
“Autocomplete,” and finally to Zendaya
“Interview!” someone hands Jacob a board that says ‘Does Tom Holland’ in the search bar. Jacob rips off the first sticker, “Does Tom Holland… do his own stunts?” Zendaya reads
“No, I do them for him.” you state with a completely serious face and then you and Zendaya break into laughter. Tom shakes his head laughing at you before answering
“I do actually. But there are some that I just can’t do and then my stunt doubles Greg and Luke, who are absolutely amazing by the way, do them. So yeah I do do my own stunts but I can’t take full credit.” 
“Shout out to Greg and Luke!” you cheer and then Jacob peels the next one.
“Does Tom Holland Spoil movies?” Zendaya reads and you all laugh although Tom looks a little sheepish as he does. 
“Yes, yes he does.” You answer “In fact in the last interview we did he did a huge spoiler and we had to ask them to cut that part.” Tom shakes his head in shame “It’s okay though babe we still love you.” You say as you reach across Jacob to hold Tom’s hand which he takes and kisses before releasing it. 
“Whoa guys don’t put me in the middle of your love fest please.” Jacob laughs, you just shake your head at him, and he peels the next off
“Does Tom Holland play video games?”
“Yeah every now and then.” He answers
“Does Tom Holland have a girlfriend?”
“No.” You answer and he looks confused 
“Didn’t we tell you Y/N and I are in love, and she is dumping you for me.” Zendaya says. 
“I mean I would dump me for you to so…” Tom laughs
“Just kidding guys, Tom and I are 18 months?” You look at Tom who is shaking his head “Yeah 18 months strong. So yeah.”
Once that board is finished Jacob tosses it to the ground and one of the crew members hands you the next one with Zendaya's name on it. “What Zendaya.” you say and peel off the first one. 
“What does Zendaya’s name mean?” you read “Oh! I know this one on the count of three, one, two, three,”
“To give thanks.” you and Zendaya say at the same time
“Awe you know me so well Y/N.”
“What is Zendaya zodiac sign?” you read next
“I am a virgo.” She answers
“That question should read what is grammar because you guys need it.” you reply “Anyway, What is Zendaya’s song replay about?”
“I don’t know, a song being replayed a lot.” Zendaya laughs
“Oh man is that the song we were jamming out to in 2016?” Jacob asks Tom
“No, I don’t think so.” he responds
“It’s a banger y’all should check it out.” you say while peeling off the next one “What is Zendaya’s favorite movie?” 
“Oh any movie with Y/N Y/L/N in it.” she smiles 
“Awe babe.” you reach across both boys this time to hold her hand
“Okay okay brea it up you two.” Tom pulls your hands apart. 
“Tommy don’t be jealous you know I love you.” you say and make a kissy face at him, then throw the board off to the side. This time a crew member hands Tom a board 
“Who Y/N Y/L/N.” He says as he starts to take off the sticker and then he stops “Oh no, I don’t like how this card feels on my nails!” he then proceeds to very carefully try to peel it off.
“Who does Y/N Y/L/N play in the MCU?” Jacob Reads
“Everyone together? One two three,”
“ Jessica Drew.” You all say together 
“You know what I find funny?” you ask “Tom is British and plays an American and I am American playing a Brit.” 
“Is that what you think about in your spare time?” Tom asks 
“Maybe?” you shrug your shoulders and he goes to peel off the next one. Tom acts like a diva about it again and so Zendaya does it for him. 
“Who is Y/N Y/L/N’s  Boyfriend?”
“Just this weirdo who plays Spider-Man. Next question!”
“Hey wait a minute.” Tom says but Zendaya ignores him and pulls the next sticker off.
 “Who is Y/N Y/L/N related to?”
“So my moms name is Y/M/N and my dad’s name is Y/D/N, but you probably know my uncle the best and his name is Robert Downey Jr.”
“I love how you just say that like it’s nothing.” Jacob Laughs “Like, yeah my uncle is one of the most famous actors of all time, no biggy.” 
“I mean for me it’s not, he will always just be Uncle Rob.” you shrug 
“Okay last one.” Zendaya says after a minute. “ Who is Y/N Y/L/N’s favorite author?”
“Oh I am so glad you asked! I love a lot of authors but if I had to pick a favorite it would be Sarah J Maas.” 
“Okay next board!” Tom says as he throws that one away. You guys do a board about Jacob and then  two or three about the movie, until it's time for the last board. A crew member hands it to Zendaya who after she takes it she runs her nails along the side of it cause it to make an awful noise that Tom spazzes out over,
“AH! Don’t do that, don’t do that.” You and Jacob laugh as Zendaya continues to play with it and bother Tom.
“Okay, Y/N and Tom.” Zendaya reads and then starts to peel off the cover before stopping “Jacob and Y/N switch spots.” you do as she says and then Tom grabs your hand and holds it, as Zendaya continues to pull it off
“How long have Y/N and Tom been together?” Tom reads
“Oh we answered that earlier! 18 months!” you reply 
“Best 18 months of my life.” Tom smiles at you
“Alright that was a little too cheesy.”  you laugh and read the next one “Are Y/N and Tom engaged? No we are not.” you show off your right hand
“Come on Tom get on it.”
“Yeah Tom pop the question already.” Zendaya and Jacob tease him
“How did Y/N and Tom meet? At her audition to play Jessica Drew.” Tom  asks and then answers and you nod your head. 
“Okay last one love birds,  do Y/N and Tom live together?”
 “We do,” Tom answers “At 12-” you kiss him before he can finish telling the whole world your address.”
“Right, anyway that was our Wired Autocomplete Interview.” You say as you try to fix your lipstick. “Thanks for watching.”
“And don’t forget to see Spider- Man Far From Home July 2nd in a theater near you.” Zendaya signs off. 
“You are the biggest idiot sometimes.” You laugh at your boyfriend as you walk to your ride.
“Yeah but you love me anyway.” he smiles at you
“Yes Thomas for some reason I love you anyway.” 
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tomholland20 · 3 years
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(Love is in the air)
Cast:
Peter Parker: Tom Holland.
(Peter's aunt) May Parker: Marisa Tomei.
Y/n: You/ reader
(Y/n’s dad) Tony Stark: Robert Downey, Jr.
(Y/n’s mom) Kathryn Stark: Jennifer Aniston.
(Y/n’s brother) David Stark: Shane Harper.
(Peter's best friend) Ned: Jacob Batalon.
(Peter’s best friend) MJ: Zendaya
Love is in the air (peter parker x male reader)
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Warning: PG-13, bad language, violence, sadness, kissing, and etc..
Credit: My best friends Anjali and Sanah that helped me with this story! Love you both!!
Before you start reading and you haven’t read this story from the beginning please go and read it from there it will make more sense!
Note: Hey guys, so I wrote this story for Marvel and Tom Holland/Peter Parker fans! I just want to say that this is just a fun story for entertainment purposes. I mixed everything up in this story, there is love, action, drama, and more. And as you can see by the cast, I mixed it up. This is a story about Peter Parker and Y/n (your name) story. I hope you like it!! If you want a girl and a Peter Parker version tell me and I will do one........
Summary: You move to a new school where you find yourself falling in love with a guy named Peter Parker and can’t get over him... You and Peter knew each other for 3 years because he had an internship with your dad Tony Stark but you never really talked to him. One day during a scary fire that takes place in the mall. Spider-man (Peter Parker) comes to save you from the deadly fire. I don’t want to spoil it too much so you have to read it hehe! This story is full of drama, romance, love and more, I hope you enjoy it!!
Chapter 1: The first day
You were not ready to move to a new school, you were sad about leaving your friends and your ex-boyfriend who you can’t get over. You broke up because you didn’t want a long-distance relationship. No one knew you were gay, not even your family. You were on your way to your new school. "Alright, y/n we’re here” your dad sighed after a long ride.
“Have fun and oh don’t forget about the girls, talk to them, be you."
annoyed by the statement you told him he could leave as of now.
As you walk in, you spot David, your older brother standing beside 2 girls and supposedly ‘flirting’ with them, not sparing you even a glance.You knock on the principal's offices’ door
“Hey mom”
“Hey, honey! I’m so sorry, I’m really busy today but here is your schedule and Peter will be coming to help you around the school.”
Peter? Patiently you sat and waited for him.
“Mrs. Stark, did you call me?” You glanced over the place where the voice spoke from, it was the guy you’ve had a crush on for 3 goddamn years. Peter Parker.
Everything about him spoke ‘attractive’ you couldn't take your eyes off of him but the fear of him rejecting you and probably not being into boys has kept you from speaking out your feelings. You’ve kept your feeling deep down locked inside your heart for so long but now looking at him, his dreamy brown eyes, his smile that could light up the whole place just brought back all those feelings back again and you couldn't help but fall in love with him again.
“yeah I did, this is Y/n my son that I’ve told you about." "Hey Y/n, long time no see." “Hey Peter, you’ve changed” you and Peter stared at each other awkwardly. “Well, Y/n I hope you have a good day, Peter will show you around the school. If you have any questions, ask Peter'', your mom went back into her office and you were left alone with Peter.
Peter was talking to you and showing you around the school but you were too busy looking at him and admiring his looks. How his eyes were worth getting lost in, how his lips curved into a small cute smile whenever he spoke and how his hands scratched the back of his neck frequently showing his nervousness but you didn't know for what. He showed you around the school and took you to your class. He was in the same class as you. The teacher called you over and asked you to introduce yourself. It's that time you hate the most, stand in front of everyone and talk about yourself as if they care or give a shit about you. You could feel the nervousness seeping in and you stuttered "H-hi g-guys, I’m Y/n and I’m 15 years old." You talked a little bit about yourself and headed to your seat, breathing out heavily and sighing away the nervousness you felt up there. After class, you went to the cafeteria where Peter offered you to sit with him and his two best friends Ned and MJ. "Hey, y/n!" they both said. Hey, you replied to both of them. “I saw you in science class today and you were lit, solving the hardest questions like they were nothing.” "Thanks, they were actually not that easy you know” you said back, smiling a bit. You were a little annoyed because of your ex’s-new post on Instagram with his new girlfriend and even though you knew he wasn't worth it you couldn't help but feel sad. It was your first break-up. You kept on thinking and thinking about that and tears started falling from your eyes. Peter could see those tears but was too hesitant to ask so he tried to divert your mind from what you were thinking. Finally, the bell rang and you headed to your class. After a few hours school was finally over and you saw your dad again ready to ask you about your day but you could care less so cutting him off you said “as always it was a shitty day dad." “Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!” a familiar voice said running towards you and your dad. It was Peter with math homework in his hands. "You almost forgot your homework Y/n, here you go.” He handed you your homework. As usual you were impressed by the small things he did, people might think it was not that special but for me it was everything he did for you was special. Perks of being in love you could say. You stared at his beautiful brown eyes again saying "Thank you”. "No problem, anytime!”.
Y/n: Yes I did! Thank you for asking.
Even though it wasn't the best day at least Peter made it better for you.
Your dad moved his mouth to say thank you and something else you didn't quite get to Peter probaby a secret only they knew about?
You looked at him and smiled, curious to know about the secret and left.
This is chapter one (the first day) I hope you liked it. There is more to come. I know this is a little boring but it gets more interesting I promise! Have fun with chapter 2!✨💕
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kelieah · 4 years
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friends with benefits? (tom holland x reader) [1]
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warnings: suggestive content, angst, maybe a lil fluff, LITTLE FLASHBACK IN ITALICS IN THE BEGINNING
summary: you were tired of being friends with benefits with tom
pov: first, y/n
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"No strings attached?" He asked getting dressed as I only nod in response.
"Yup," I breath out, slipping my jeans back on. He runs a hand through his sweaty messy hair and glances at me. "No strings attached," I murmur.
He walks over to me ruffling my hair. He holds my chin and tilts my head up slightly up towards him. "You're amazing okay? You're just my little uhm, mate," He whispers softly, gently pushing me away with his fist playfully.
I let out a light pained laugh. "Y-yeah I know, I know, mate,” I tease and rub my arm sheepishly. He smiles weakly at me, biting his lip while averting his eyes away.
He pulls me in for a hug and squeezes me gently. We smile timidly at each other.
"See you later darling," he teased pulling away, causing me to roll my eyes. He saluted walking out of my room.
I plop down onto my bed, running a hand through my hair. I can't believe I just did that with my best friend, the guy I've known forever.
That was years ago. Tom and I still have our little hookups here and there. It didn't feel the same as it did when we were in high school.
I'm in college. He's living his life out in the world, being one of the best actors I know. Now, he's with Zendaya, supposedly.
I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. How could I not? She’s perfection.
Anyways, we basically share apartments, I mostly stay over at his place or he sometimes comes over to my place.
I never understood what’s going on between us. I feel like I'm nothing but a fuck buddy to him but he disagrees with me.
What more would I be? A fuck best friend buddy? That's stupid. I hate this, I hate having affection-less and unloving hookups with somebody that, I think I love.
Do I love him like that? That's, I couldn't. He's like my big brother, right? Or is he?
I jolt up as soon as I hear my door open and keys jangle. I see Tom with his luggage and bags.
"Well, look who came crawling back. It's my little shit head," I tease, walking over to him.
"Shut up loser, come here," he smiles softly, pulling me into a hug. I put my head on his chest and he rubs my back. He looks down at me, holding my waist.
"I see you kept the spare key I gave you," I chuckle and he smirks.
"Why would I forget it?" he hums.
"How was recording and traveling?" I ask changing the subject, smiling up at him. He places down his things, leaning against the wall while glancing at me.
"It was amazing as usual," he says, biting his lip. "It was so much fun, kinda stumped that it's over," he sighs.
"It's okay. You have the next movie to look forward to," I mutter quietly, walking over to my kitchen.
He follows, grabbing my waist gently while lying his chin on my shoulder. "I've also missed you," he murmurs in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as he rubs down my sides.
I reacted quickly, pulling away. I look at him as he gave an offended expression. "I can't do this Tom," I whisper, looking away.
He frowns slightly, "What's wrong, are you okay?" he asks quietly, stepping closer towards me. I only take a step back and he looks even more offended.
"I-I just, I can't do this," I point between him and I. He furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side.
"What are you trying to say? W-we're just friends-" he says, holding my wrist. I pull away, sheepishly rubbing my arm.
"That's the thing, Tom! We're just friends," I whisper, looking into his eyes. "I-I can't just be bloody fuck buddies. I want more than that. I can't have this kind of relationship anymore- friends with benefits yet even if it's just for sexual desires.”
"Y/n-" He holds my chin, looking down at me.
I push him away, looking down at the floor as tears flow down my cheeks. "I-I hate having to love someone- when I know they don't l-love me back," I mutter.
"Y/n, I really do love you, j-just as-" He walks towards me, only making me take a step back.
"Just as friends? Say that one more fucking time, I swear to god," I frown harshly.
He looks at me surprised at my outburst, "Y/n, it's just I can't see you as my, well- you know-" he sighs softly.
"Girlfriend?" I roll my eyes.
"It's just because of-" he runs a hand through his curly brown locks.
"Zendaya? Yeah, I know," I mumble. I walk off to my room, sitting down on my bed putting my face in my hands.
I feel the bed dip next to me causing me to let out a sigh. "I- I can't do this anymore Tom, I really can't. I don't want to damage our relationship anymore then we already have," I croak out.
"What do you mean?" he asks, being gentle with his words.
"What do I mean?" I scoff. "What do I mean!?" I cry out. I stand up and look over at him.
"I'm tired of hurting myself every time we have our little hookups. It hurt's me because I know all it is- is just a sexual relief for you. It’s more than that to me!" I spit, looking at my clenched fists.
He looks up at me shocked, not knowing what to say and closes his mouth. He gets up, looking at me from across the bed sincerely.
"Y/n, you don't understand-" He mumbles.
I clench my jaw, averting my eyes over to him. "What don't I understand? Hm? That you're attached to Zendaya and you're head over heels for her?" I raise my voice slightly.
He slightly flinches at the tone of my voice, he looks down at me and I gulp down a lump that formed in my throat.
"Forget Zendaya, okay!?" he also raises his voice. I looked at him shocked, "She's just some stupid publicity stunt, I never liked more than friend in the first place,” he retorts.
He walks towards me and I back up. "Look," he whispers gently, continuing to walk closer to me.
I inhale sharply, backing up more until I feel the cold wall on my back. He places his hand on the wall behind me, making me look up into his eyes.
"What is it, Tom?" I huff, pulling away from underneath him.
"What’s your deal?" he looks down at me sighing while I rolled my eyes.
"I don't have a deal. You do," I poke his chest.
"Oh really? What exactly did I do, love?" he frowns.
"Every single touch, every single glance, Tom. Tell me that, that isn't just out of lust," I whisper harshly.
He looks aside, his jaw clenched. "Exactly," I say lowly, walking over to my window. I look out at the bright city lights.
I sigh, "What happened to us?" I mumble. He walks over, looking out the window and then over at me.
"We were so close. Now, we're nothing but sloppy hookup buddies," I scoff, clenching my fist. He takes my clenched fist and pulls me towards him.
There was barely a gap between us and he didn’t say a word. It went silent for awhile and I was getting tired of it. "Did you go mute or something!? Could you say something please?" I say frustrated with his actions.
He lets out a airy chuckle, "Let's start over then,” he says and I look at him dumbfounded.
"What?" I furrow my brows, looking up at him. "Are you dum-" I began until he walked over towering me. I lost my voice as soon as he glared down at me.
To my surprise, he picked me up. I don’t know what came over me, but I wrapped my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck. I gulp, looking into his eyes while he gives me an innocent smirk.
"Let's start over darling, and not as friends this time."
part two
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aichu-dechu · 2 years
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Dune scenes that sent me:
- Every time tiny Paul glomps giant Duncan, like I am imagining if anyone has a size kink this is gonna be their pairing but for those who are just there for the feels it is very sweet, like Gandalf hugging hobbits
- Naked Oscar Isaac lying in the chair
- Every scene of an Atreides family bedroom, I want to sleep there
- Jessica and her attendants in the gold dress
- Paul kneeling in front of the spice harvester, this movie said sub rights
- Honestly why tf is Timothee Chalamet made of spare parts and yet each part is weirdly sensual? Like the guy is honestly not attractive to me but then the camera is on his hand in water and it’s like.. oh, that’s good?
- All the damn desert mouse symbolism, but so cute - the Pikachu of this film
- Mentats’ eyes going white
- Josh Brolin being half Cable, half the guy in Hail Caesar, with his Bible quotes and quiet ass kicking
I feel like I need to see a film or show where Zendaya is allowed to act and not be a model / symbol / hero’s love interest. I *really* hope Dune part 2 lets her shine bc it’s an emotional character.
- that said WHY do they keep trying to convince people that Zendaya wants a pasty twonk? Her eyebrows are stronger than Paul even after he passes the gom jabbar
- Where is Feyd Rautha??
- Is Dune 2 going to open with Paul finding out he just inherited the dead guy’s family? Because please give me Paul who is like FUCK I’m a STEPDAD NOW
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allfandomxreader · 4 years
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When We Let Go
Pairings: Playboy!Tom x Reader 
Words: 1.2k
Warnings: Angst, alluded sex,
Summary: It’s not like you haven’t tried to forget like he asks you to every morning, but it’s nearly impossible when you find him standing at the doorstep later that night.
A/N: I woke this with the song Drinking Games by Silver Sphere in mind!! I also don’t know how much this makes sense, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always loved and appreciated :) 
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You follow Tom into another grand home, the owner and host unknown to you. The music is already blaring, strangers already drunk and stumbling into you and your friends. Zendaya stays by your side as Harrison and Tom head to the kitchen to make each of you drinks. You stay quiet as she mingles, occasionally laughing along with her as you pretend to keep up with conversation.
The boys return momentarily. Tom passes you a cup filled with some concoction he created, something he knows you’ll like; he doesn’t bother asking what you wanted anymore. Now that you think of it, you aren’t sure he ever has.
“Was he with you last night?” Z asks, watching as Harrison and Tom leave once more and disappear into the crowd.
“You already know the answer,” You say, bringing the cup to your lips.
It’s become a routine by now. Tom somehow ends up at your apartment at a time unreasonable for visitors. If he were anyone else, you’d never respond to the texts, you wouldn’t answer his calls, you wouldn’t step aside and let him in. But it’s Tom. He’s always had a knack for getting what he wanted, and you’ve always had a knack for him.
You remember opening the door at ten last night. Tom walked in without invitation, slipping off his jacket and throwing it onto a spare hook with a groan. He sat himself at the kitchen table, waiting for you to pour whatever liquor you had stored in the pantry. He talked about work for a moment as you poured two glasses.
At eleven he was crying. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders so well he has everyone fooled, sometimes, maybe even you. It wasn’t the first time he’s used your shoulder to cry on, it won’t be the last time you wipe away his tears. “You always make it alright.”He said with a hand on your cheek, eyes red and glistening.
He kissed you at twelve. His worries long forgotten as he tangled his fingers in your hair. He said you were beautiful as he laid you amongst your pillows. He smiled while threw his shirt to the side.
He got out of bed at two, soundlessly finding his clothes that were scattered across the floor. You knew the words that would follow all too well. This was a mistake. I care about you too much for this to keep happening. Let’s just forget it. You wish you could say his words don’t hurt any more, that every time he closes the front door it hurts a little less. But even now, after months of playing this game, the pain is almost unbearable.
Z takes ahold of your hand, her eyes warm as she looks at you before speaking. “You know I love Tom, but what he does to you is so unfair.” You can only nod, everything she says is true. It’s not like you haven’t tried to forget like he asks you to every morning, but it’s nearly impossible when you find him standing at the doorstep later that night.
You watch as Tom dances in the center of the room, trying his best not to spill his drink all over him and others. He grins as Harrison says something only he can hear. He waves at you when your eyes meet.
It’s a beautiful and heartbreaking sight. The man you love seemingly so at ease, full of happiness under the neon lights that fill the grand room. If you were anyone else, you’d believe it was genuine. You almost laugh at the absurdity of it all. Not even twelve hours ago he was sobbing, wishing he could just have a peaceful life away from all the fame. Now he’s pretending that he’s the happiest man in the world. It’s clear now why he chose acting as a career.
Tom flirts effortlessly with a stranger beside him. He pulls her close, hands roaming her body as they dance to the music’s beat. You have to look away when her head leans back to his shoulder and his lips graze her neck.
“I think I hate him,” You whisper hoping the party noise would silence your statement, but Zendaya still hears your pain. “He’s such a liar. He wants to act like he wasn’t with me last night, then he brings me to a party just leave with someone else? I—I can’t do this anymore, Z.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” You can tell she wants to say more, to comfort you in any way she can, but a party is no place to have a heart to heart with your best friend.
“I’m gonna head out,” You state with a slight nod, “Yeah, I’m gonna go home.” You say it more to yourself, an effort to convince you to leave him behind.
“Do you want me to come with you?” She asks starting to follow you towards the door.
“No, no stay. Enjoy the party, I’ll text you tomorrow or something, okay?”
“Okay,” She whispers pulling you into a hug, “Tell me when you get home safe.”
You do as she says the moment you step through the front door. You strip out of your party clothes and take an extra long hot shower. You try to wash away tonight, to scrub off Tom’s fingertips and wet kisses. You watch the water swirl down the drain, you imagine it’s taking him with it.
He knocks on the door at twelve. You can see his shadow shift on the other side. Your breathing stops, as if he could see you through the peephole watching you ignore him. You almost let him in when he knocks once more, allowing yourself to fall into his trap once again.
For a moment you tell yourself that he could mend your breaking heart. That this is the night he’ll tell you how he feels. That for once you’d wake up in the morning and he’d be there. But that’s all a fantasy and you know you’ll never get the fairytale ending you deserve. At least, not with Tom.
“Are you asleep?” He finally speaks, his shadow getting closer to the door. He takes a step back when he hears you stand from the couch.
With shaky legs, you carry yourself towards him, allowing yourself to look at him through the tiny hole. His curls are in disarray, he sways on his feet, no doubt from all the alcohol he’s consumed this evening. And even then, he’s still the most beautiful man you’ve had the pleasure of seeing. Tom smiles at you, knowing he’s got you right where he wants.
Tom’s smile disappears when he hears you lock the door. You take a step back, quickly flicking off the light and being devoured by darkness.
At one, you’re buried under the covers, pushing away any thought of the nights Tom spent beside you at this hour. You don’t answer your phone when it starts to ring. After a few seconds his picture disappears, and your room is silent once again. You don’t look at his texts when it dings for a final time. You can always read whatever apology he sent in the morning.
At two, when your eyes finally fall shut, you make peace with falling asleep on your own.
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unbelievableholland · 4 years
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50,51 and 53 for haz or tom maybe 😊🙃
A/N: OOF I'M SO SORRY ANON THAT THIS TOOK SO FREAKING LONG TO MAKE. I GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN SO MANY THINGS. I tried my best, I really hope you like it❤️
Prompts:
50. “Are you drunk?”—”Not nearly enough”
51. “Are you trying to seduce me?”—”Depends, are you seducible?”
53. “I’ve been calling you. I left voicemails— where were you?”
Rumors Can Wreck
Genre: Angst, Fluff if you squint
Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of cheating, bad press, alcohol consumption, flirting
Words: 1,662
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Okay, maybe sitting on a stool in a crowded bar isn’t the best way to handle the situation but it’s too late to back out now. The music is way too loud and you’ve had about 5 beer bottles, but still, you order two more. This continues throughout the night until you’ve had too many drinks to count.
You have to admit, ever since you ordered 2 glasses of pure vodka, the bar tender started giving you worried looks. You don’t even like vodka. You just ordered it because you thought the beers weren’t enough to get you drunk. “Whoa! Dude, are you drunk???”
He could hear you talk but it’s just all slurred since you’re still trying to stand. Obviously failing, judging by your head being pushed against his chest because of your attempts at standing on your own.
“HmGNmMnG—”
He raises an eyebrow but at the same time, trying not to laugh. “What? “he chuckles out.
“NhNhHgHn— Not nearly enough” you finally let out the words somewhat clearly so he could understand.
“Y/N, what happened?” Haz knows that you rarely get drunk. Yes, you drink, but you don’t like getting wasted without anyone with you. I mean come on, if you ever get super drunk, you’re not stupid enough to go alone.
So, what happened to make you feel and look so miserable that you go to a bar alone to drink however many you already have? And where the hell is Tom?
“H-he got m-mad"
Oh. Right. Harrison almost forgot about the new rumor.
Tom and Zendaya were caught holding hands the other day, but apparently, they were only doing it for a scene, but the fucking press just love to leave details out. Tom, on the other hand, was so stressed that he forgot that you didn’t know anything about the truth yet.
“Uhm Tom? What’s this about??” I mean, it’s not that you don’t trust Tom, it’s just suspicious since he told you that filming was over so, there’s no reason for them to be holding hands. It couldn’t have been an old photo because in the picture, he was wearing the same clothes as he had when you face timed him the other day, but at the same time, Tom told you that they finished filming a few days before that and that they were only wrapping up and checking out the hotel rooms and such.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Mumbling, he didn’t even spare you a glance. Which makes you worry a little bit more.
This is one of the disadvantages of not being public about your 3-year relationship. People just keep making up rumors about Tom dating a fellow celebrity. It's not that you minded, the fans can just get a little too invasive sometimes.
“Tom, please, explain this to me os I can understand. You said filming was done but then this picture goes viral. I trust you I just—” You’re calm, because you knew being angry wouldn’t help the situation, but as you move to sit beside him on the couch, he stands up and cuts you off.
“If you really did trust me you wouldn’t be asking about this Y/N! I’m stressed enough I don’t need you getting jealous or clingy again, okay?!”
You take note on how he doesn’t even look at you, but you understand. He’s stressed and you really do trust him, but you need something to forget. God, you could really use a drink.
And that’s how you ended up in the bar drowning yourself in alcohol. Haz doesn’t know though. Or maybe Tom told him? You really don’t know though.
“You know Haz, you look cute. No wonder why those girls have been eyeing you all night.” In your very drunken state, your attempts at using a sultry voice or be sexy in any way definitely wasn’t going to work on anyone. Especially Haz.
You look at his eyes, your lips parted. You very slowly tip over to the side but Harrison quickly catches you. He stifles a laugh because of your poor attempts at flirting. He never thought drunk Y/N could be this hilarious, so he plays along.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” In no way is he trying to get in your pants, he just finds the drunken version of yourself to be very intriguing and wants to know how you’d respond.
“Depends, are you seducible?” you smile drunkenly, eyes trying to keep themselves open, but you once again, tip over to the side. Wow, you are drunk.
Harrison obviously couldn’t take it anymore and he laughs out loud, which causes him to loosen his hold on you and makes you drop. He just keeps laughing at you sit down on the ground pouting at him.
“Come on Y/N, let’s get you to home.” He squats down to carry you and you move away, obviously failing. Once he has you in his arms. You fall asleep almost immediately, which causes him to chuckle.
The ride home wasn’t difficult. Except for the smell of alcohol filling his car, the way home was peaceful.
And once you get to your shred apartment with your boyfriend, before Harrison could even knock, Tom is opening the door.
“I’ve been calling you. I left voicemails— where were you?” The look of worry in Toms’ eyes is evident as he looks at your unconscious form in Harrison’s arms.
“Chill mate, she’s drunk—you should’ve seen her by the way, t’was ridiculous— but she’s fine.” He puts you down on the couch as he says this. Still giggling at the memory of drunk you.
“You should prepare some medicine and some water. She’ll have a killer hangover tomorrow, and according to the bar tender, she’s been there for hours. She apparently chugged down half a bottle of vodka too. Surprised she remembered to pay” Haz couldn’t even tell the story without having to talk through his giggling.
“Yeah, and judging by the pictures on Instagram, you two looked pretty cozy at the bar” Tom crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow in speculation.
“That’s pretty bold coming from you, mate”
With that, Tom’s arms drop and so does his attitude. This is the moment where it finally hits him. When he realized that yes, he’s a bit pissed, but it’s mostly his doing why all of this is happening. He didn’t explain and he let his emotions get the best of him.
Tom sits on the arm rest by your head, gently caressing your cheek and forehead. Tom sighs.
“I’m sorry, darling.” He whispers. Though you can’t really hear him, you still nuzzle your face onto Tom’s palm.
“Mmm, s’okay.” Tom tenses for a bit, but relaxes realizing that you’re still asleep. He doesn’t know if you’ll remember this when you wake up, but he still hopes that somewhere in your subconscious, you’ve already forgiven him.
Harrison loves how Tom can easily relax in your presence. He knows that you and Tom are meant to be together and he knows that whatever is happening between the two of you right now, it’ll pass.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” With a comforting smile, he opens the door and leaves. Giving the two of you some space.
Tom kisses your forehead gently, standing up to carry you bridal style. He loves how peaceful you look now, even though he knows you’ll have a hell of a hangover tomorrow. It’s the little things that made him fall in love with you more and more in the first place, like how you get cute crinkles on the corners of your eyes whenever you smile, like how you stick your tongue out just a little bit when you're r focusing, or how your eyes widen whenever you see something you like, how you do these big hand gestures whenever you’re talking about something you’re passionate about.
But he especially loves how even in the hardest of times, or when you get into arguments, even when you’re the one having a hard time, you still make the time to cuddle with him. Not even talking, just cuddling with him. Saying nothing except the phrase “I Love You”.
He can’t even imagine how he would react if he were to lose that. If he were to lose you. He would never want that to happen.
As he pushes the bedroom door open, he sets you down on the bed, his eyes watering a little bit at the thought of you leaving him.
He leans down to kiss your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N”
He goes to the corner of the room to get the trash bin and places it beside your bed then opens the drawers to put some Advil on the bedside table. Tom leans over your body a little to reach for some pillows and a spare blanket, quietly leaving the room to sleep on the couch. He didn’t know how you would react in the morning if you found him sleeping next to you. He didn’t want you to get even angrier with him, so he settled for the couch.
Laying down on the couch, different things go though his head about how this situation can end. He hopes that you forgive him, that you’d let him explain. He doesn’t mind if it takes you a while to forgive him or to warm up to him again, just as long as you don’t leave, because he can’t lose you. You have to stay, you have to. You have to believe that he would never hurt you, that he would never cheat on you, because otherwise, he wouldn’t know what to do.
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stylesharrys · 5 years
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Doesn’t Compare
A/N: I was feeling rather angsty and this popped into my head. This was meant to be a blurb but it turned out longer and this is also a repost. 
WC: 4,190
“Mate, she heard you,” he spoke up, Tom’s head whipping round with a frown, unsure what Haz was talking about.
“Y/N, she heard what you said. That she’s nothing compared to Zendaya,” he reminded him of his words from just minutes ago and Tom shook his head with a sour face.
“I didn’t say that, I said she didn’t compare—“ Tom cut himself short when he realised that he Harrison was right and that he had just worded it differently.
or
You’re not supposed to hear it, but you do, and it just confirms everything you ever wondered and you’re stuck with what to do next. 
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You sat beside him, cuddled into his warm side as he wrapped an arm effortlessly around your shoulder. The gang was around Tom’s flat watching a movie, everyone in sweats and looking like shit.
While the movie continued to roll and Harrison shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth, Tom pressed a kiss to the top of your head and jumped off the sofa when a knock on the door sounded through the flat.
“That’ll be Z, said she was coming here straight after her date,” Jacob called from the beanbag he occupied on the floor, his attention focused back on the movie at hand.
You twisted your body to look over the back of the sofa, eyes trained on the door as Tom opened it. Zendaya wandered inside in all her glory, offering Tom a quick hug before strutting over to the rest of you.
Her short black dress clung to her body like a second layer of skin, enhancing her already gorgeous frame. Her hair sat on her shoulders in those gorgeous frizzy curls she didn’t like so much, and her face? Let’s not even get started on that masterpiece.
You squealed at the sight of her, ushering her to take Tom’s precious seat and she flopped onto the sofa. “So? How did it go?” you gave her your full, undivided attention, the movie long forgotten.
“Eh,” she grimaced slightly, nose crinkling and you pouted while Tom offered Z a drink and wandered into the kitchen to get it, strategising another place to sit now that all the seats were taken.
“I’m sorry, Z… was it that bad?” you asked gently, not sure why she didn’t enjoy the date as much as you both hoped.
She shrugged, “don’t worry about it, just a date,” and slouched into the fabric of Tom’s sofa, arms folding over her stomach and she picked up on the movie as moved along.
You pursed your lips and stood from your seat, rounding the sofa and joining Tom in the kitchen where you wrapped your hands around his waist and kissed his back through his shirt.
“You alrigh’, love?” he asked quietly, not wanting to get moaned at by Harrison again for talking too loud. You nodded against his back, allowing him to turn around so you now cuddled his front.
He wrapped his arms around you, dipping his head slightly and capturing your lips in a quick but searing kiss, and you grinned up at him.
“You look really good tonight,” you complimented, Tom’s smile only growing and he squeezed you.
“Well, my love, you look really good every night,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively in a teasing manner, a sweet laugh sounding from the back of your throat.
The both of you rejoined your friends, hanging Z her beer before Tom plopped down in your seat and pulled you into his lap, holding your waist and you rested your head in the nape of his neck.
While you focused your attention on the movie, Tom and Zendaya quietly talked amongst themselves, mostly about the date but also about things in general.
When the movie ended, Laura called a taxi and got a lift back to her hotel with Jacob, leaving you, Haz, Tom, and Zendaya in the living room with the credits rolling.
“Wanna watch another film?” Haz asked, his bag of popcorn now empty and you nodded absentmindedly, Tom and Z humming, though they were too engrossed in their own conversation to actually acknowledge what Harrison had said.
Another knock on the door caught your attention, the others too busy focusing on their own thing, so you opened the door with a blanket wrapped around you and tired eyes.
Harry and Sam grinned cheekily, a box of pizza balancing on Harry’s flat palm, and his brother carried the other snacks in his hands.
“We heard it was movie night,” the boys spoke, offering you quick side hugs as you closed the door behind them.
“Wait, go stand against the wall over there,” Tom instructed, following Zendaya as the two greeted his brothers. You frowned with a small smile, wondering where their sudden burst of energy came from.
“Whatcha doin’?” you giggled, following them to the end of the hall where Zendaya posed against the wall and Tom held the phone up, camera facing her.
“Might as well get something for the ‘gram while I’m all dolled up,” she explained, dainty hands tousling her wild frizz and your smile slowly began to fade.
You couldn’t help it, couldn’t help the insecurities that crept up your spine and stabbed you in the back when Tom let out howls of approval whenever she struck a different pose.
It was silly, really. Zendaya was your close friend, but she was so effortlessly beautiful, it was hard to not feel anxious and insecure when you were around her, especially when she was glammed up like she was.
You loved her with everything you had, but that didn’t stop, nor help the clear anxiety of feeling insignificant whenever she was around. She was undoubtedly the most gorgeous woman you’d ever met, and it was intimidating.
Your smile grew back just as quickly as it faded, though. Z looked through the photos, grinning at Tom’s improving photography skills and she squealed just a little out of happiness.
“You find a good one?” you smiled widely at her, watching her nod. Tom scoffed and looked at you with a feigned offended look.
“Darling, they’re all good ones,” he turned back to Z and you felt your heart pick up a little. She wandered toward you though, requesting your opinion on which of the five she should post.
You voted for the third, much to Tom’s delight and he jumped around like a kid, boasting about how great the photo was and how amazing Z looked in it.
Realising you weren’t exactly contributing toward their enthusiasm, you left them to it, plopping on the sofa with a sigh and nicking a sweet from Harry’s lap.
He frowned at you with a fake pout, causing you to stick your tongue out at him in return. A bright flash caught your eye and you turned your head, noticing the smile on Harrison’s face and you followed his eyes.
Tom was taking more pictures of Zendaya, his excitement evident in the way he jumped around again like a fish out of water. Harrison flipped the camera back to the front and grinned.
“Hypeman Tom is back, ladies and gents,” he joked and ended the video, a notification sounding through your phone seconds later, telling you that Haz had posted said video he just filmed.
An hour and a half later, and the night was quickly coming to an end. It was 1AM and you insisted the boys stayed at the flat instead of getting a taxi home at this time.
Zendaya was already meant to be taking the spare room, so Harry, Sam, and Haz all camped out in the living room, fighting over who got the sofas and who was stuck with the beanbag.
Z had taken herself to bed a half an hour earlier, bidding everyone a goodnight and claiming she was too tired to deal with the boys, leaving you to do that alone.
You were in Tom’s room, rummaging through the wardrobe in search for blankets that the boys had requested. You were ready to climb into bed and sleep all night, but they had to be sorted out first.
With blankets and pillows in your arms, you quietly wandered back to the living room, not wanting to wake Zendaya with the creaking floorboards, but as you approached the rest of them, the soft mumbling of the boys stopped you.
“Mate, your photo skills are getting better, that shot of Zendaya is amazing,” Harry complimented, Tom grinning and clapping his hands.
“I know, I’m shit at it really, Z’s just really photogenic,” he laughed out. You knew it was wrong, that you shouldn’t be listening in on what they were saying, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move.
“Zendaya could wear a bin bag and still look fit,” Sam noted, the boys bursting out in laughter but agreeing nonetheless. It was true and you knew it, she could pull off anything.
“I need a hypeman like Tom,” Harry sighed out jokingly. Haz hummed, “I’m sure you can rent him out for a day,” he quipped, Tom smacking the back of his head but doubling over and laughing at the same time.
“Not sure you have the time to be my hypeman as well as Zendaya’s and Y/N,” Harry laughed, and you froze. Now you really were stuck as though your feet were glued to the ground.
“What? I’m not Y/N’s hypeman,” Tom laughed, though his tone seemed offended that his brother would even suggest that, and your stomach dropped a little.
Your feet willed you to turn around and go back to the bedroom and forget about the blankets, but your body refused and forced you to stand there and listen to what they had to say.
“Mate, you should be your girlfriends biggest fan. What do you mean you’re not her hypeman?” Haz butted in, confusion all over his face and Tom shrugged and popped a piece of popcorn in his mouth.
“She doesn’t take a lot of photos, doesn’t really like having her picture taken,” he shrugged again, “she’s not like Zendaya,” he concluded and you frowned.
Harry scoffed, “well obviously, Tom. One, Y/N’s your girlfriend, and two, they’re both completely different people.”
Tom nodded. “Exactly, like Y/N’s gorgeous, she’s got that simple look about her, you know? She’s just a regular girl,” Tom started, and with every word, you felt your heart dropping to the very pit of your stomach.
“Zendaya, though, is this confident badass, you know? She pulls off anything and everything she wears, she’s insanely gorgeous, and even more so naturally. She’s so photogenic that even the photos I take look amazing,” he listed off effortlessly.
You swallowed back the lump in your throat. He made you sound so boring and insignificant to her, whether he meant to or not, and it hurt like a bitch.
“Y/N’s pretty but she just doesn’t compare to Zendaya,” was all it took for your heart to completely obliterate into a trillion pieces. You were no longer the only one that thought you were nothing compared to her, and clearly, Tom’s always thought so too.
The mumbles of agreement from the boys were drowned out by your own pain, the kind of pain you could physically feel in the tips of your fingers and in the centre of your chest.
You tried to blink back the tears but it was no use, they were already free falling. You knew Tom loved you, you never once doubted that, but knowing he thought you were merely a particle of dust compared to the diamond that she was, broke you like you never thought was possible.
You waited a few moments until you knew they were talking about something completely different before wandering into the room, throwing the blankets on the sofa and wandering into the kitchen.
“We’re thinking of going for breakfast in the morning, babe,” Tom informed you and you bit back a sob that was begging to be cried out.
Not trusting your words, you hummed and flicked on the kettle, keeping your backs to them as you tried to busy yourself, tried to stop the overpowering tears.
A gentle hand on your shoulder caught your attention and you span around with a gasp, eyes bloodshot as you stated up at the cause of it.
Tom frowned. “Hey, what’s wrong?” a protective rush swallowed him whole as he held you at arms length and examined your red eyes.
You shook your head with a forced smile, hoping he wouldn’t see through it. “Oh, nothing. I’m so tired my eyes are stinging, and I have a little headache,” you sighed out, rubbing your forehead.
Tom frowned and held you, kissing your warm forehead and squeezing you gently. “Go to bed, darling. I’ll make you your tea and be there in a minute, alright?” he insisted.
You nodded with pursed lips, eyes falling to the floor and you mumbled out a goodnight to the boys and excused yourself.
Harrison watched you wander down the hall, Tessa moping behind you and following you into Tom’s room. He turned to his best friend who made your tea, completely unaware as to what was going on.
“Mate, she heard you,” he spoke up, Tom’s head whipping round with a frown, unsure what Haz was talking about.
“Y/N, she heard what you said. That she’s nothing compared to Zendaya,” he reminded him of his words from just minutes ago and Tom shook his head with a sour face.
“I didn’t say that, I said she didn’t compare—“ Tom cut himself short when he realised that he Harrison was right and that he had just worded it differently.
“She didn’t hear, so what if she did?” Tom didn’t understand what was wrong, couldn’t understand why Harrison had the idea that you heard, so what if you did?
Haz groaned. “Mate, you compared her to another girl. Did you not see the look on her face? I wouldn’t be surprised if she heard you listing all that shit about her compared to Z.”
“Why would she be upset about that? She knows I love her and not Z,” he argued, your cup of tea long forgotten about.
“Because you did kind of make her sound like she wasn’t as pretty as Zendaya,” Haz winced as the words left his mouth, the whole ordeal sounding a lot harsher now it wasn’t sugar-coated.
“But she isn’t, she’s a different kind of pretty,” he still didn’t understand what the problem was. Sam and Harry simply stared at their brother in bewilderment. How had this fool not realised?
“It’s like Y/N coming out and saying ‘oh, Tom’s great and cute and handsome, but Haz has these dazzling blue eyes and this confidence, you know? Like, Tom just doesn’t compare—‘“
“Alright, okay! Enough, thank you,” Tom mumbled out, cutting his brother off and a wave of guilt hit him full pelt.
He fell to the sofa, head in his hands as he groaned. “It wasn’t meant like that, though. Fuck,” he ran a hand through his hair, tugging on his roots and letting out a deep sigh.
“Shit! No, no, no, no, no, now she’s gonna start doubting herself and feel insecure and it’s all my fault,” he whined into his hands.
“She’s so gorgeous, though. She’s- she’s… fuck I can’t even put it into words,” he ran a hand down his face, standing from the sofa and fixing up your tea.
Without saying goodnight to his brothers or best friend, he grabbed your warm mug and slowly crept toward the bedroom, could hear your sniffles from the other side of the door and his heart clenched at the sound.
Slowly opening the door, he wandered in and struggled to find you under the mass of pillows and blankets on the bed.
He closed the door, dimming the lights and setting your mug on your nightstand, bending down to press a loving kiss to your forehead.
He rounded the bed and pulled the covers back, stripping down to his pair of boxers and crawling into the bed, hesitantly grabbing your waist and pulling your back into his chest.
“How’s your head, baby?” he whispered softly. You sniffled, clearing your throat, “hurts,” you mumbled and remained silent. You didn’t know Tom knew, and though you wanted to yell at him and cry, you couldn’t.
You knew you’d feel even shittier if you did.
“Darling,” he whispered, waiting for you to hum back and ask him to continue, and his heart broke a little when you didn’t.
“Darling, I love you,” he whispered again, planting a featherlight kiss to your bare shoulder. You ignored him again, lips pursed tightly shut and you begged for sleep to take over.
“You’re so effortlessly beautiful, you know? Like when you play with Tess, and you have a happy little smile on your precious face. Or when you’re watching a movie and something cute happens,” he whispered.
You swallowed back a lump in your throat. “Dammit, love, you’re just so fucking perfect. You’re so you and fuck, I’m so in love,” his shaky voice breathed down your neck.
Your stomach twisted, his words doing something to you that you couldn’t quite explain. “You’ve got this simple look to you that’s so deceiving because you’re not simple. You’re so intricate and different, and your mind is so incredible,” he continued.
“Baby, you’re so fucking amazing,” Tom breathed, and you refused to bite your tongue anymore. “But that doesn’t compare to her, does it?” you finally mumbled out through tears.
Tom’s breathing stopped at your words, at the sound of your broken voice and he winced. You finally turned around in his hold to face him, face blotchy and wet from your silent tears.
“It’s okay, you know. That you find her prettier than me, because I do, too. She’s so much prettier,” you bit back another cry as you spoke and Tom shook his head.
“No, love, no she isn’t. She’s pretty, don’t get me wrong, she is, but you? Shit, babe, words will never describe how fucking flawless you are.” he argued.
You shook your head, sniffling back the ongoing tears. “You don’t have to try and defend or explain yourself, Tommy. It’s okay,” you breathed, a small but reassuring smile on your face.
Tom didn’t believe it, though. How could he? He cupped your soaked and puffy cheeks in his hands, your swollen lips squished and he kissed them gently.
“Baby, I don’t find her more attractive than you. She’s pretty but I don’t find her attractive at all. You? Fuck, babe, you’re everything. You’re gorgeous, funny, smart, kind, sexy, passionate, considerate, loving, ambitious, stunn—”
“Okay, I get it,” you cut him off with a sigh. He shook head, “I don’t think you do, love. What I said, I didn’t mean it the way it came out, I swear, darling,” he breathed.
“I know that nothing I say is going to make you feel better, or make up for what I said, but you are everything to me, and I mean everything. The last thing I think about before I fall asleep, and the first thing I think about when I wake up.”
“I shouldn’t have compared you, that was so fucking wrong of me. But she is the one that doesn’t compare to you. No one compares to my angel. Baby, I’m so hopelessly in love with you,” he was near tears, frustration oozing off him that you weren’t understanding.
“Yeah, I love you, too,” you mumbled back, getting ready to turn your back to him and let sleep consume you, but Tom grabbed your waist and stopped you.
“I’m so in love with you, that the thought of other girls tends to revolt me a little. I know I hype Zendaya up a lot, but that’s because she doesn’t have anyone like we have each other,” he tried to reason, brushing the hair from your face and you nodded.
You knew what he was saying was true, but that didn’t stop the pain in your chest when you replayed his words over in your head. “I don’t have a problem with you and Z, Tommy, you know that. She’s such a good friend to me. What hurts, is that you know how insecure I can get, and yet you compared me to someone you know I feel insecure against.”
Tom pursed his lips, knew you right, could remember all those times you went quiet after Zendaya was complimented and you were ignored. “Babe, I’m sorry. I swear it wasn’t meant like that. I meant you don’t compare to her level of confidence,” he breathed, and you weren’t sure if that was another punch to the gut or not.
“She’s this insanely confident, city badass, and you — you’re this quiet, shy, homegirl that has the most gorgeous eyes and glowing smile. Darling, she’s the type of girl that goes to bars and makes new friends every night,” his eyes were watering as you stared up at him with quivering lips.
“But you’re the girl that’s always waiting for me. You’re home wherever you go, your presence alone calms people’s nerves. Baby, you’re this warmth that fills everyone when you walk into a room. You’re a constant, you’re here no matter what, always ready to pick up the pieces when something goes wrong.”
Tom’s thumb gently grazed over the swell of your bottom lip. “Everyone wants to be her friend, but you make them feel like they’re already family,” you couldn’t help the tears, and neither could he, didn’t bother to hide his emotional state from you.
“Darling, I need you to believe me when I tell you that I want to marry you one day, that I want to have a beautiful family with you. I need you to believe me when I tell you that no one fucking compares to my angel.”
You let out a choked sob, the strangled cry piercing Tom’s ears and he held you close to his chest, hands soothingly rubbing your hack as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear through his own cries, and before you knew it, sleep had consumed you.
When morning rose and the sweet sunshine shone through the cracks of the curtains, you finally awoke to an empty bed. Wrapping your dressing own around your cold frame, you padded through the hall and into the kitchen greeting everyone with a small smile.
The pain from the night before still haunted your aching body, and you hoped to Go he hadn’t told the others. As you poured yourself a morning tea, Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pressed a soft kiss to the skin of your neck.
“Morning, love,” he rasped, kissing you again and you offered a gentle smile, your eyes puffy and full of sleep still.
“So what are e all doing today?” Zendaya asked from the sofa, and Tom could feel your body tense at the sound of her voice. You hated that you reacted that way, she was your best friend.
Tom cleared his throat, “actually, I need you all to clear off today and tonight, want some time with Y/N on my own for a little while,” Tom spoke, the room falling silent and you turned to him with wide eyes.
“What? No, don’t kick them out,” you argued, entirely confused at why he would do that. Tom shook his head. “No, I’m gonna take you out for lunch then we’ll do a little shopping and come home and relax. I want time with my pretty girl.”
You couldn’t help the blush that began to creep up on your cheeks, heart swelling at his words and you nodded hesitantly. The twins, Harrison, and Zendaya watched with small smiles, nodding their heads and silently cooing at the blushing couple.
“Guess we better fuck off, then,” Zendaya joked, laughs sounding through the room but you couldn’t tear your eyes off the love of your life. Tom grinned when he noticed your staring, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips sweetly.
“Thank you,” you whispered, kissing him again as he snaked his arms around you. “You can thank me by having a bath with me when we get home,” he suggested softly, and you nodded as quick as the words fell from his lips.
“I love you,” you whispered, and Tom smiled cheekily down at you, playfully squeezing your bum and you shrieked. “I love you more, now go get dressed, love,” he kissed you again and sent you on your way.
He turned to the boys and Z as soon as you were out of eyesight, letting out a sigh and smiling softly. “When are you gonna do it?” Haz asked through a cheesy grin.
“Tonight, gonna run us a bath and do it,” he breathed, clammy hands wiping on his jean-clad thighs. Zendaya squealed quietly. “Can I see the ring?” she gushed, hopeful to see the beautiful diamond Tom had hidden away.
He shook his head, “not until it’s on her finger. Man, I’m nervous, what if she thinks this is about last night?” he bit at his thumb, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Harry shook his head.
“You’ve had the ring for months now, Tom, it was just about finding the right time to ask, and now you have it,” Sam reasoned, calming Tom’s nerves ever so slightly and he let out a breath and nodded his head.
“Yeah, okay. Now, all of you fuck off,” he rushed them out of the flat, taking deep breathes to calm himself down. By the end of the night, you’d be his fiancee and it’d finally be the start of your family.
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[1] The One With The Hot Shower
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Warning: smut.
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Summary: I mean.. you share a shower with Tom Holland & Zendaya. Enough said. STARTED OFF AS A ONESHOT. NOW PART OF A SERIES. 
“What do you mean there’s no hot water?” you and Zendaya exclaimed at the same time. You turned to each other. Confusion and a little bit of panic written all over your faces. “I’m sorry, girls. There was a problem with the heater. They are trying really hard to fix it, but it seems like there’s no hot water at the moment.” The woman explained to the both of you as she held on to her clipboard. 
You let out a small whimper and almost stomped your foot. “Can you please just call someone and see if they can get some hot water? I mean look at us, we are a mess. There’s no way I can shoot more scenes like this,” you motioned towards intentionally scattered dirt and grease on your body. You had just finished filming a very messy scene and you were supposed to move on to a completely different scene in a a few hours. 
Zendaya crossed her arms, nodding her head in agreement. 
You didn’t mean to sound like a total diva. You weren’t that kind of gal. But there was something about the dirt, the grease, and the sweat from filming that was just sending you over the edge today. 
The woman sighed heavily pushing a finger to her earpiece. “Hey, is there any way we can get some hot water around here? We have two divas on set today,” she jokingly glared at the two of you. She was used to the demands and worked to please your needs. 
Your face lit up when you heard her ending the call, “Okay great, thank you!” 
You opened your arms in anticipations urging her to give you the good news. She clicked her teeth with her tongue and said, “Alright, they said they can provide hot water --” you cheered and did a little dance clapping your hands. Your best friend murmuring a quick ‘yes’ next to you. 
“But -- only enough for one shower.” She finished her sending, holding her clipboard tightly to her chest. 
Your eyes widened, shoulders slumping. Your mouth formed a small frown at the news. Before you could say anything, the woman turned on her heel. “You can battle it out, I’m out of here.” Her voice becoming distant as she walked away. 
With a small pout on your face, you turned to Zendaya and sighed. “You can have it.” You could toughen up and take a cold shower. It’d probably be better for you; help release the tension you’d been feeling all day. Daya shook her head quickly, “No, y/n. You can have it. I know you’d have a rough day.” Gosh how was she so damn sweet? 
“No, really it’s fine, Z. Just take it.” You were standing outside your trailer, so you started to make your way inside to brace yourself for the cold shower. Zendaya called out your name, causing you to turn back to her. Your hand still on the trailer door. 
“Let’s just share,” she said nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders. “You’re my best friend, we always change in front of each other. Nothing weird.” She reassured. 
You shifted your eyes to the side thinking of her proposition. Fuck it. 
“Sure, I’ll grab my things.” 
You walked down the hallway where the showers were. Though you had a small shower in your trailer, it was far too small too share and there was no hot water. The only shower that guaranteed an enjoyable experience was in a building where you were filming. It’s exactly what you’d imagine. Just like those communal showers in public pools. Yeah. 
Jen told you the shower at the end of the three was the one with the hot water. So, this is where you were. Zendaya at your side peeling her clothes off her body. With little time to spare, you started removing your own clothes forming a neat pile making note to take them back to wardrobe. 
Zendaya was pulling the curtain open letting herself step inside. Grabbing your caddy, you followed her lead. Your feet made contact with the cold tile and you instantly regretted not turning back to get your flip flops. 
“We should have gone back,” Zendaya exclaimed looking down at your feet. Your laughs echoed through the empty stalls.  Your hand grazed the knob on the wall of the stall, turning on the water. Z squealed feeling the cold water hit her shoulders. You laughed at her awkward movements and adjusted the knob as the water started getting warmer.
When you’d settled on a comfortable temperature, you slid your body near Zendaya’s feeling the warm water rush down your head to your toes. 
This wasn’t weird. Zendaya was right, you’d seen each other in far worse circumstances and you were best friends. It was completely acceptable, you told yourself watching the way her damp curls clung to shoulders. 
You reached for your loofahs at the same time, giggling at how alike you were. You squeezed some of your body wash on her loofah and she went straight to lathering her body with the foamy substance. You followed her actions, closing your eyes enjoying the feeling of the creamy soap on your skin. 
“Hello?!” Your eyes shot open hearing the loud voice echo through the room. Zendaya gasped, turning to face you. Your hand held on to her arm, standing still. 
“Jen told me there was one hot shower left, I was hoping it’d be for me.” The voice sounded closer and your nerves calmed when you heard the clear British accent. 
It was just Tom, your boyfriend.  
You rolled your eyes, relieved and turned to Zendaya who was making a horrified expression. “Hi, babe” you called out still holding on to Zendaya. 
Tom smirked when he heard your voice. He started removing his clothes not caring where he dropped them. He was so preoccupied with thoughts of joining you in the shower, that he didn’t notice the second pair of clothes near yours. 
The curtain was harshly pulled back, a naked Tom stood holding the curtain to the side. Zendaya screamed and went to cover her breasts with on hand and her lady bits with the other. 
Your eyes widen searching for Tom’s eyes, subconsciously stepping in front of Zendaya to cover her. She was taller than you, but you were much curvier so you were able to cover her just enough. 
Tom’s eyes matched your shocked reaction. His face instantly turning pink with embarrassment. “Oh my god - I’m sorry-fuck-shit-ohmygod-y/n -- Zendaya I’m so sorry!” He was clearly flustered. He was more concerned about invading your privacy than questioning why you were in the shower with your best friend.
See it wasn’t weird, even your boyfriend didn’t think twice. He closed the curtain, still fumbling his words apologizing behind the white curtain. 
Zendaya looked at you and softly said, “I’ll just finish up so he can join you.” She went back to scrubbing her body, this time with urgency. 
“Join you?” Tom mumbled behind the curtain. “Okay, if you say so.” Before either of you knew it, Tom was pulling back the shower curtain nervously stepping into the shower.
“Oh my god, what the hell Tom?” Zendaya screeched. You couldn’t get but laugh at the situation. This had to be the most awkward situation you’d been in, but oddly enough you were enjoying it?
Seeing that he was not welcome, Tom turned his body so his back was towards the two of you. “I’m sorry,” he said almost in a whisper. You let your body relax and went to wrap your arms around Tom’s waist, resting your head on his back. “It’s okay, babe.” You reassured planting a kiss on his back. Your lips pressed against his skin sent shivers down his spine. He placed his hands on your arms, giving them a small squeeze. A sign of appreciation and acknowledgement. 
Zendaya quickly glanced at the sweet moment, swallowing. She didn’t know what it was, but a weird feeling was building up inside her. “It’s fine, Tom.” She finally spoke breaking the silence. 
You turned to her, a soft smile plastered on your face. The suds were wiped clean from her body and you could hardly hear her when she said, “I’m just gonna --” she motioned towards the curtain indicating she was going to leave. 
You felt the vibe radiating off her. Not knowing what came over you, you grabbed her arm gently. Fingers burning into her skin. “Don’t,” you whispered. 
Zendaya’s eyes roamed your face for an answer. Her brows furrowed slightly. Tom had turned and was watching his girlfriend and his friend exchange a look he couldn’t understand. 
Clearing your throat, you turned back to look at your boyfriend. His eyes traced your lips, noticing the small pout, before settling on your eyes. He knew. He could tell because you had that look you gave him when you wanted to try something new. 
He brought his lips down to yours, the kiss was soothing. Almost innocent. His way of telling you it was okay. 
The grip you had on Zendaya tightened as you brought your free hand to Tom’s jaw brushing it gently. You felt Daya shifting her weight, pulling you from the kiss. When you turned to her, her lips were parted, her big eyes eyes focusing on yours. You gave her a small questioning smile. Her hand reached for your cheek and you  didn’t have to speak in order for her to know what you were saying. 
With little anticipation, she planted her plump lips on yours. Hesitant, at first. But fervent after she felt you squeeze her arm. Her slender fingers brushed up your arms until they settled on either side of your face holding you still as her lips got to know yours. 
The kiss was different. Her lips were different. But nice. Sugary and just as satisfying as Tom’s. 
You felt Tom’s arms wrap around your waist, his lips planting small kisses on your right shoulder until they reached your neck. His lips were fire against your skin and you couldn’t help but let out a small moan.
Z’s fingers had made their way into your wet hair, pulling on it gently as you placed wet kisses on her neck. Tom’s hands cupped your breasts, his lips brushing against your ear whispering sweet nothings. 
Your lips left Zendaya’s neck as you fingers grazed her collarbone slowly making their way down her body, tracing the outline of her left breast down to her hip. Her fingers still tangled in your hair, her lips now attached to the other side of your neck. A moan escaped your lips loving the feeling of your boyfriend’s embrace and you best friend’s lips on your neck.
“You want me to make you feel good, love?” Tom whispered, his fingers dancing along your hips inching closer to your core. You nodded, moaning and shivering. 
Delighted by your consent, Tom let his fingers brush past your folds feeling just how much you were enjoying between sandwiched between him and Zendaya. Tom’s fingers teasing your entrance sent you into a frenzy. Your legs were growing weak and you felt Zendaya’s holding your head up to her lips. 
Tom supported your weight, holding your waist with his free hand as his fingers worked your clit. “Oh baby,” you moaned letting your head fall back on his chest giving Zendaya full access to your chest. Her eyes trailed down to your harden nipples, biting her lips. Tentatively, she cupped one of them, thumb brushing your nipple. 
Your eyes opened watching her concentrated look on her face as you pinched and squeezed. “Is this okay?” she asked realizing your eyes were fixed on her. Not being able to articulate words due to the intensity of the pleasure both bodies were providing, you nodded bringing your hand to the back of her neck pushing it down. 
She got the hint and lowered her face planting a small kiss on the top of your breast, testing the waters. You squirmed, wanting more. She could feel your heart beating quickly, your body quivering under Tom’s touch. She was competitive. No doubt about that. She wanted to make you feel as good if not better than Tom. With little warning she took your nipple in your mouth, tongue applying pressure on your bud. 
Her name slipped through your lips, a smirk on her face. 
Tom’s face was buried in your neck, fingers picking up speed on your clit. You were trembling. You were nearing your end and Tom knew it. He let his index and middle fingers slide into you, thumb rubbing your clit. 
You pulled on Zendaya’s arm pulling her up. Your lips crashing on to hers hungrily as you felt yourself unraveling under Tom’s fingers. Zendaya responded contently, lips tangled in yours. Thumb massaging your jaw. She swallowed your moans feeling your body convulse. 
Your orgasm washed over you, Tom held your body up. Your legs had turned into mush and it’d been impossible to stand on your two feet. Your chest rising and falling, trying to catch your breath. Zendaya pulled away, bring her hands down to your shoulders.
“You liked that?” Tom asked his lips close to your ear. You nodded your head bringing a hand to tug on his hair.  
“Thank you,” you huffed. One arm wrapped around Zendaya’s back, the other hand still running through Tom’s hair. 
“Oh my god - fuck--” you jumped feeling a sharp pain on your head. You looked up at the shower head. The cold water hit your face causing chills to rippled through your body. 
“I think the hot water is out,” you announced longing for the warmth of the bodies engulfing you. 
Tom pulled your body away from the water as Zendaya went to turn off the shower. The three of you let out a loud laugh. The vibrations echoing through the room. Despite the cold water, your cheeks were burning. 
-
The three of you walked back to your trailers. Tom’s towel hanging on his neck as you gripped on to your caddy. One arm holding on to Tom tightly. “That wasn’t weird, was it?” you broke the silence looking between Tom and Zendaya.
Zendaya’s shy eyes landed on yours, her curls clinging to her neck. “I don’t think so.” Her smile was intoxicating as she spoke. 
“A man’s dream,” Tom replied smiling cockily. You shoved his body laughing as you reached your trailer. Tom went to open your door, you were following close behind. 
Zendaya clutched to her things as she continued walking to her own trailer, giving the two of you a small wave.
You bit your lip turning to Tom who was nodding her head gently, a knowing smile on his face. Clinging to your door, you turned called out to her, “Hey, Z?” She turned on her heels hearing her name. 
“Yeah?” she called. Chest rising up and down calmly. 
“You wanna come in?” you asked shyly opening the door a little wider. 
Zendaya tried to hide her smile, biting on her bottom lip.
“Okay.” 
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