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daniel306gaming · 2 years

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¿What if Harry Osborn was in Spider-Man No Way Home?

To: James Franco, Tom Holland, Jon Watts, Kevin Feige and Marvel Studios

Intro

¿What if events went differently in the MCU? What if Harry Osborn was in Spider-Man No Way Home? In today’s fan fiction we’re going to be exploring what would have happened if Norman Osborn from the Raimiverse was teleported into the MCU in Spider-Man No Way Home. ¿How can this affect the multiverse going forward? This is my own take of events taking inspiration from the 2007-08 One More Day and 2014-15 Spider-Verse story arc with elements from the 2010 One Moment in Time comic while following the mythology of Norman Osborn and Spider-Man and the timeline of the MCU. Without wasting anymore time sit back and relax and enjoy this 2 part fan fiction.

Prologue

Now that we saw Peter-Two’s Venom with the Sinister 6 now it’s time to see a world where Peter-Two’s Harry Osborn was in our world but ¿where will he side on? I am the Watcher. I am ur guide to these vast new realities. Follow me and pounder the question. What If…

Part 1

The events of Spider-Man 3 were playing out the same as in our universe. The sound of the TV is playing. Venom has captured MJ Watson. Harry Osborn is in shock from the recent events from his former best friend now turned enemy Peter Parker and his former lover MJ. Harry has gained most of his memories after the battle with Peter at the Osborn residence. Both of his friends have hurt him so much in his life but he also forgets how much they cared for him as a friend. Harry turns the tv on as MJ dangles for her life thinking Peter has been consumed with hate and anger. He thinks that thing out there could be Parker. A voice could be heard in the background. Harry turns his head to see Peter in a Spider-Man outfit begging for help. Harry asks Peter to get out. “There isn’t much time left. MJ will die at the hands of Venom and Sandman” Peter explained. He needs his help as he can’t take them both. Harry turns his head saying that Peter doesn’t deserve his help. With tears in his eyes Peter knows what he must do as he leaves Harry standing alone in the distance. He leaves the room as MJ screams on TV turning the news off contemplating on what he should do. Harry picks up the blade he used to try and kill Peter. Bernard’s voice calms Harry. Harry is shocked to see that he is still in the house. Harry asks what he’s doing here and Bernard tells Harry he’s seen things in his father’s house he never talked about but tells Harry that when he found his father he had been killed by his own glider. Confirming Peter’s story in front of his eyes Harry feels all emotions running through him. He sought revenge wanting to kill Peter and brake MJ’s relationship. It was all because of revenge. Harry felt shattered. All he wanted to do was to kill Spider-Man for what he did but after learning his father was the Green Goblin he remembers all the horrific things he did to him and Peter. Peter only wanted to protect Harry and that’s why he never said anything. Harry falls to the floor in front of Bernard crying. All he can think about is how he will put things right. Bernard tells Harry that it’s not too late for him to make up with his friends. Harry looks up to see Bernard leave the room. He slowly gets up from the floor with his hands and knees shaking. Osborn looks at the glider on the ground from the previous fight with Peter. He could only redeem himself by standing up to the villains. They had MJ and he needed to help his friend before he was too late. Harry looks at the Goblin mask on the ground picking it up. He smashes it knowing he’s not going as the Green Goblin but as Harry Osborn. Harry puts his vest on arming himself with pumpkin bombs and gadgets that will help him. Harry grabs the glider turning the switch on. Harry leaves to save his friends. As Osborn walks onto the glider something happens to him and this is part of our story begins. Meanwhile, in the MCU Doctor Strange performs a spell that will get rid of everyone knowing that Peter Parker is Spider-Man. Parker knows that if the spell works his Aunt May, Ned, MJ and everyone else will forget that he is Spider-Man. With one last request Parker asks the Sorcerer’s Supreme to change the spell in his favor. Strange thought that he could contain the spell but started screaming. As the spell begins to change with every request Parker gives him Doctor Strange cancels the spell containing it in time. Not thinking of it strange Strange asks them to change it but Peter is confused. Not knowing he could have just asked to get his friends into MIT Doctor Strange rages at Parker saying that he could have corrupted the spell and erased millions from not knowing who he was. Doctor Strange tells Peter that he needs to leave and is sorry that he can no longer help him. In other worlds the spell Strange casted had worked sending in the same villains, Venom and now in our new universe Harry Osborn. Harry steps foot on the glider but starts hearing booming sounds coming from the outside of the Goblin chamber. He looks out the window to see that the street is gone. Harry gets on his glider. He’s aware that something is amiss. Harry sees the walls of the Goblin chamber change in front of his eyes. He looks at his hands as they slowly fade away. The noises have stopped and his vision is blurry as Harry sees himself in an abandoned house that looks just like his father’s house but Harry sees a name. The name is revealed to be Sloan. Property of Walker Sloan. Whatever had happened it’s not his house and it’s a different TV. Harry zooms out of the old abandoned house to see that it’s daytime in New York City and the world seems to be at peace. Harry glides through the city but his glider comes to a last as a massive Daily Bugle sign shows videos of things that aren’t from his world. Even J. Jonah Jameson is looking different. Harry knows that he needs to find cover. People can’t see him out on his glider. Before Harry leaves he watches a video that comes on the screen. J. Jonah Jameson yells for Peter Parker to stop hiding from the public and reveals the world knows Peter Parker is Spider-Man. Harry was confused. He knows he’s in New York City but not his New York. Harry glides down the street going back to the abandoned house wheee he kept his glider and outfit. Hiding everything in the warehouse Harry decides that he needs to find Peter. It’s the only way of knowing what’s going on and if it’s his Peter for that matter. Just like our universe Peter Parker would seek out help from MIT searching for the lady who was on the bridge. The events of the bridge played out the same with Peter Parker fighting Doctor Otto Octavius after trying to reason with the administrator to reconsider MJ and Ned’s applications. After a long and brutal battle with Spider-Man and Doc Ock he would still lose control of his arms. At the same time Green Goblin attacked both Ock and Peter but before Green Goblin could continue his assault Doctor Strange sent Peter back to the Sanctum Sanctorum with Doc Ock. Strange locks Doctor Octopus in a trapped cell room with the Lizard beside him. Ock was surprised to see what is happening and asks what kind of magic is this. Strange tells Peter that they messed up the spell letting everyone who already knows Peter Parker is Spider-Man come to their universe and that they might not be friendly. Strange gives Peter technology that will allow him to use magic to send them back. Peter agrees and that things could get out of hand fast. Peter is confused but gains the help of MJ and Ned who agreed to help Peter track down the remaining villains to see them back to their universes. Peter tracks down the remaining people swinging to the city in his inside out suit. Peter would capture Electro and Sandman after unsung the device from Doctor Strange sending them into their own cells back at the Sanctum Sanctorum. Peter learns form Ock that there is still another person they need to find and that Peter would be looking for a ghost which was Norman Osborn alias the Green Goblin who is the person they saw at the bridge. Peter knows he needs to find him fast before more damage is done. The events of No Way Home continue to play out the same while Harry Osborn is on the hunt for Peter Parker for answers and Peter Parker hunting down Norman Osborn. The events are now branching as now this is where the story truly begins. Harry was at the abandoned house realizing that he might not never return home. The only question that raises is how how Peter did in his fight with Venom and Sandman at once. ¿What if he dies without his help? Harry starts panicking with these questions in his mind but he thinks that one of the only ways he might be able to get to Peter is if his Aunt May or Uncle Ben is still alive. Knowing he can’t go as New Goblin Harry decides that he will go as himself. That way he’ll be able to disguise himself with ease. Harry learns that Peter’s Aunt May is in this universe and works at Feast. Harry grabs his things but brings his costume just in case anything gets out of hand. With Harry’s glider if anything happens to him it will come to him automatically. At the same time Peter has already captured Green Goblin after Norman showed up at Feast seeking help from Aunt May. Peter trapped him in the cell but learns that Doctor Strange was going to send them back by letting them die in their respective universes. With Peter having to choose he chooses to web Strange’s magical box and fight him at the Grand Canyon. Peter tells Strange he believes that he could cure them by sending them back cured but Strange argues that doing so could result in the universe breaking. Pater doesn’t listen and goes back to the Sanctum Sanctorum. While this is happening Harry Osborn made it to Feast where he asked most of the workers if she was alive but since May was with Peter this whole time curing the villains Harry was out of luck. He tried to find alternate ways but since this was a different universe Harry wasn’t able to find any connections to this Peter Parker and it made sense for him to hide due to his identity being revealed as Spider-Man. Harry left the building calling for his glider but he heard noises coming from Feast. Peter had cured the villains but a breakout between Green Goblin and Electro started unfolding. Harry heard the noises and decided he would investigate everything. Peter and Norman would get into a brawl with Green Goblin picking up Peter. He smashed him through the building while the Lizard, Sandman and Electro escaped. Spider-Man had been fighting with the Green Goblin at the same time taking hit after hit from Norman. Just like what happened in our universe Green Goblin killed Aunt May with his glider. As Goblin was leaving Harry saw the explosion from Feast. Harry used his glider to get closer to the explosion. He saw from above that it was the Sandman. He also saw flashes of electricity coming from the sky. Taking cover from the chaos Harry moved away fast. Harry couldn’t believe his eyes. As he was about to investigate the situation he wondered ¿was he seeing things? Green Goblin flew past Harry without noticing he was there. Harry knew that he could not be only one person. He was going to chase after the man and the other glider but he saw someone in the debris that needed help. Harry decided to stay at the center and flew his glider down. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Peter but not his Peter Parker. Parker fired as he had Aunt May in his arms. Peter screamed for help and sirens started going off. Police yelled for Spider-Man to stand down. Harry knew that he had to do something but before he could confront Peter he swung away without noticing Harry’s presence. Spider-Man swing in the rain getting on top of a building. He watched as the Daily Bugle reported that Peter had killed someone and that it was none other than his Aunt May. The screen said “CRIMINAL”.

Ultimate finale

Peter stood still in the cold with the rain falling down as he cried and knowing that this was all his fault. She died for nothing. If only Peter could have stopped Norman earlier or just listened to Strange maybe he wouldn’t be in this predicament. With Lizard, Electro and Green Goblin threats to the city Peter thought that he couldn’t keep doing this. He was only one person. Peter was about to punch the screen as J. Jonah Jameson started ranting about Spider-Man before a noise of a glider could be heard. Parker’s spider sense went off and turned around. The man called Peter’s name. As Parker turned around he saw someone he didn’t know. Peter asked who he was and the man said that his name was Harry Osborn who apologized. He told Peter that he was at the center when it happened. He was transported here from another dimension and knew that he needed to find him. Peter told Harry whoever he is he can’t help him anymore and anyone for that matter as Aunt May had been killed. Harry put his head down but told Peter that he knew him. Harry explained that his father was killed when he fought with Spider-Man in his own universe. Peter was shocked by this revelation. Parker asked who his father was and Harry said his name was Norman. This hit Parker hard. He asked Harry to repeat it. Harry told him his name again and that it was Norman Osborn. Everything was replying in Peter’s head. He remembered when Osborn mentioned his son and company. ¿”Who runs Oscorp in your universe”? Peter asked the guy and Harry’s face dropped as Peter knew of his father. At Ned’s house he’d was given a special sling ring from Peter that were originally given to him by Doctor Strange. After MJ realized that something was wrong she knew that she needed to find Peter. Ned and MJ used the sling ring asking where Peter Parker was. The portal opened but it wasn’t their Peter that they were looking for. Another Spider-Man would come out of the portal and it was then revealed to be none other than Peter-Three. After convincing Ned and MJ that he was Spider-Man of another world this version of Parker explained how he was teleported here from another dimension that looked just like this version. He saw another version of Spider-Man but had no luck in finding him. When Ned opened the next portal another version of Peter Parker emerged. It was none other than Peter-Two. Peter-Twi would fight with his alternate counterpart before they realized they were both on the same side of things. Both Spider-Men went with MJ and Ned to meet with Peter Parker of the MCU. MJ and Ned would make it in time to see Peter but he was with someone. Peter explained how Harry’s father had killed his Aunt May. Peter dropped to the ground in tears. “I’m sorry” Harry said. As MJ and Ned ran to Peter’s aid. Harry told them that he’s a friend of Peter’s and that he doesn’t mean any harm. Peter looked up at Harry and told him that he was going to send him home with the rest of them. Harry was still shocked that somehow his father was still alive. Osborn told him not to do it as MJ took the box away from Peter before he could grab it. Peter told MJ to give it back to him as he was done with everything. There wasn’t anything left to fight for. Peter Parker and Spider-Man lost. Harry looked up to see 2 shadows stalking them. He grabbed the pumpkin bomb but MJ told him not to do anything as they were friends. Peter looked up and told them to stop as both Peters jumped and flipped their way towards them. “Sorry. I know what you’re going through” Peter-Three said and Peter told him that he doesn’t know what he has lost and that he’s tired of knowing it. He said that he was going to send them all home and that he’s done. Harry stood still before the other figure in the shadow was revealed and out came Peter-Two from the shadows. Peter-Two analyzed the situation. He looked and couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw Harry. Peter-Two still gave his speech of “With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility”. Peter then realized that maybe fate had brought them together and that he needed to end this because it was his responsibility to do so. Peter-Two then yelled Harry’s name as tears came down his eyes. Harry smiled at him and the 2 Spider-Men dropped to meet the group with Peter-Two having flashbacks of when Harry died in his arms. He couldn’t believe that his best friend was standing next to him once again. Harry walked up to Peter-Two making fun of him as he looked older. Harry asked how he was doing where Peter-Two replied that he still goes around and that he was doing good. Harry shield where Peter-Two replied on how he got here. Harry explained that he was getting ready to fight Venom and Sandman but after he was getting his gear he vanished and came to this world. After that he found himself in the middle of New York City looking for answers where he came across this new version of Peter. Harry side where he came from and Peter-Two had a flashback of where he was on that day when he vanished. Peter-Two knew where he was and he had told Harry that he was fighting Vulture and that he had just disappeared into this alternate dimension. After that a portal opened where Peter-Two met with this world’s MJ and Ned. Harry was shocked to hear it. After all Peter must have been coming from a different time as he was at least 8 years older than he was how he left him. Peter-Three then asked what the plan was and how they were going to stop the villains. Just like our universe Peter told them that they could still cure the villains if they worked together. They could fix them and send them home. Harry asked if his father was still alive where Peter replied that he is indeed still out there. Peter-Two added that Norman was very dangerous and that if Harry were to confront him he might not be able to see the light as the Goblin serum is mostly in control. Harry asked the 3 Spider-Men if he can tag along as he needed to confront his father. Peter agree as they will fight in May’s honor but they have unfinished business with Osborn. Harry knew that this was his chance to finally confront his father. He never had the opportunity to do so but now,like Peter said it was as if fate had brought them all together today. The group started creating cures for each villain. As they were creating cures Harry asks Peter-Two what happened to him in the future as this version of Peter is older. Peter-Two feels the urge to tell Harry about the impending doom Venom will bring to him knowing that it’s his responsibility to know what will happen to him. Peter-Two wants to tell Harry but fears of his reaction. Peter-Two is about to reveal Harry’s dark future until Peter shouts that they have made the cures. Peter-Three puts his mask on and asks Peter-Two if that’s all he has to bring. Harry looks at Peter and takes his mask out of his pocket getting ready in a Spider-Man costume. The group leave and Ned and MJ stay at the laboratory for safety. The 3 Spider-Men and now along with Harry Osborn start luring the villains to the Statue of Liberty placing the cures on different floors to spread them out. Peter would eventually talk to the city saying that it was all his fault for sending the villains and that he would end this now putting things right. The 3 Spider-Men and Harry Osborn finished placing the cures but are met with Electro. Electro tells the group of heroes that they can’t take this away from him and that he will become a god with all the power in this universe. The Lizard appears with Sandman who tells Peter that they won’t be going home and that he will be killed. The final showdown has begun. Harry knows he’s never faced any villains before but decides to fight. Peter-Two tells Harry not to inflict much damage as doing so could harm them. They just wanna send them back home and cure them. Harry nods his head grabbing pumpkin bombs from his glider throwing them at the Lizard. The Spider-Men charged the villains fighting each one at a time like in our universe. Harry and Peter-Two team up while Ned and MJ used the sling ring to open a portal to the Statue of Liberty letting Strange out of the portal. Curt and Sandman get cured and the team make their way to stop Electro. Taking Peter-Two and Three it’s revealed to be Otto Octavius. Harry yells at Otto before Otto betrays Electro. Everyone was confused by this but Strange comes in and tells them that he was going to send everyone back before a laugh could be heard in the distance. Everyone stood still in silence including Harry who could hear his father’s laugh that sounded just like when he attacked the expo all those years ago. Doctor Strange tries using the box to send everyone back before Green Goblin laughs taking the box with the pumpkin bomb and Doctor Strange attacking Goblin. Goblin gets the box taken away from him but he’s already implanted the pumpkin bomb. It explodes everywhere. MJ screams as she loses her balance and she falls off the platform. Peter tries to save MJ but is caught by Green Goblin. Like our universe Peter-Three would redeem himself by catching MJ. While Green Goblin grabbed Peter Goblin turned his head to see someone else hit him with his glider. Harry knocked Norman off of his glider to the Captain America shield down below. Norman flew smashing his back off of the shield. He tried to get back up but he stayed down. Harry finally saw his father after all those years. Harry dropped the glider down before walking towards him. “Dad” Harry said but Norman turned his head and started attacking Harry viciously. Harry tried dodging the attacks and began to get into close quarters combat with his father. Green Goblin laughed saying that Norman’s son was a disappointment and that he only came here to get more disapproval. Harry cried as he punched his father again and again. “Look at you. You’re weak. You’ve always been weak. Until you can take control just look at your face”. Norman said. Harry had enough as Norman and Harry got into an arm lock. Harry had a pumpkin bomb in his right hand and Norman looked screaming “NO” as Harry detonated the bomb. The 2 flew backwards. Peter walked towards the 2. Harry could see Peter picking up his glider where he yelled “NO” thinking he was going to kill his father. Peter-Two came in to save Norman. Peter screamed before he stopped what he was doing. Harry saw this and couldn’t believe that Peter had saved his father. The Goblin wasn’t done yet and was about to stab Peter before Harry called for his glider hitting Norman’s back while Peter-Three used his webs around Norman. Injecting the cure Norman fell to the ground defeated as Harry looked down at him. The 3 Spider-Men turned their attention to Doctor Strange who was having a hard time shutting the spell down. More Spider-Man villains were leaking into their universe and the 3 went to help Strange where Norman asked his son what had happened. Harry asked what happened to him. He wanted to know all the answers, where he was and why he became the Goblin. Norman cried and he was proud that Harry became the man he couldn’t be. Norman felt bad for his son as he almost went down the same path as him. Harry revealed that he died by killing himself with his own glider. He revealed to his father that he was hell-bent on revenge to kill Spider-Man and then he learned the truth. Norman was shocked to hear his fate and how Spider-Man would eventually kill him for what he had done. Norman told his son that he was sorry that he never was the father he should have been and that he was greedy. Harry extended his hand out to his father who was completely broken from everything. Harry said that he wishes things were different but he was glad that they were able to cure him from the Green Goblin. Norman embraced his son for one last time. Norman knew that what he became had finally been finished. Peter-Two looked on as he saw Norman and Harry embracing one another. After all Harry was able to make things with his father right and see him just one more time. Peter then asked Strange what their next course of action would be. Strange didn’t know what to do but Peter said that what if everyone forgets that he’s Spider-Man including MJ and Ned. Strange agreed that this could work and it would stop the villains from getting through the portals. What if everyone stopped knowing that Peter Parker was Spider-Man. ¿How would this unfold? Peter would talk it over with Peter-Two and Three after the 2 shared their moments with Ock and Electro. Peter-Two agreed but told Peter that he would be sacrificing everything for the greater good and that sometimes he needs to give up the things he wants the most as Spider-Man and even his dreams for the greater good because “With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility”. Peter agreed as he said goodbye to the 2 Spider-Men. Peter-Three told Peter-Two that he wanted to see how Max was doing and embraced Peter-Two. Peter-Two then said goodbye as he walked towards Harry. Harry left his father who was broken on the ground defeated. Harry smiled knowing that whatever happens next. He was happy with his life and the choices he made to get to where he was. Parker told him that he will miss him and that he was his best friend. Before the spell started happening Peter started fading away and told Harry that “Whatever battle we have raging inside us we always have a choice and you taught me that”. Peter had reset everyone’s minds while Strange started sending everyone back to their universe and fixing everything. Harry thanked Peter for helping him and Peter smiled watching his friend fade away one last time. Everyone had been sent back to their home universes as if nothing had ever happened. Harry on the other hand had remembered everything that happened to him. He looked around to see that the tv was still playing while the tv broadcaster told everyone that Spider-Man was fighting Venom and that it was hard to believe what was happening as they didn’t think Spider-Man could take anymore hits from Sandman. Harry saw that his glider was still with him and he’d exited to help Peter. Sandman was ready to kill him before a pumpkin bomb went off blowing up the Sandman. With his glider slowly rising Peter saw his friend come to the rescue. Harry extended his hand out. As Peter took it the 2 watched as Venom and Sandman were charging them. Back in the MCU Peter would go to the coffee shop watching as Ned and MJ forgot who Peter was but Parker was happy that he was able to save everyone including Spider-Man. Peter would do one final swing with his all new suit resembling the classic comic books while in the Raimiverse events would unfold differently due to No Way Home. As the OG events were unfolding properly Venom used the symbiote tendril throwing Harry off his glider. Harry smashed his face off of a metal bar falling to the ground while Peter was tied up with the symbiote web. Harry watched as Venom screamed at Spider-Man. Venom used Harry’s glider launching it forward ready to kill Parker before Harry took a pumpkin bomb blade cutting the symbiote ties in the nick of time. Before Venom could stab Peter Harry ran using the metal bars slamming them together getting rid of the symbiote. Harry and Peter would defeat Venom in an alternate branch reality. Because of the events of No Way Home Harry would survive in another universe while in the OG universe it would still continue but now in our Raimiverse universe he would still die with his vision of Peter coming back with his family…

THE END!

And that is going to be it for what if Harry Osborn was in Spider-Man No Way Home. I hope you’ll enjoy this fan fiction as this took me very long to write and of course I wanted to make a world where Harry Osborn would still be alive while keeping our universe where Harry died to keep with the timeline of the events in this fan fiction. I wanna give a shout-out to lucifersgirl83 and p-e-r-f-i-d-a-s for following me and my fan fictions and also I’m going to be adding an additional scene to what if Tobey and Andrew’s Spider-Man were in the MCU and I’ll be a bittersweet scene so be on the lookout for that and more what ifs coming soon. Take care guys and have a fantastic day. Peace out!

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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A lot of people got this right away and it is the Winter soldier and some people know who he is and yes Biden and he's having a hell of a time and his fighting off a whole bunch of weirdos and Max and all sorts of stuff and his life is a complete hell she making the wrong decision. You did this yesterday and he began attacking the imbeciles for what they're doing and then trying to take over the death stars it's over the other half of the Earth and their stationary orbit no they asked me in geosynchronous orbit over that continent and the other continent not these and Mac is over these continents and threatening each other too but the more like I'm trying to take over both sets of death stars and empire fleets and it's going on now and a big way. And there's words issues for all sense of warlock who destroyed the place and corky is out but his are wanted for taking it over. And there is a war up there haven't seen the UK versus Europe and Stan keeps grabbing Tom Cruise and try to put him in combat because he's fighting over the death stars and right now the max are trying to take it over. You believe that a cab happens and that the emperor hits the fleet and that fleet was Mac and the emperor looks like he was forced to by the machine he was attached to and he does get revenge on stand and Mac gets put into the museum after he goes up to the that's trying to face later for his crime I'm forcing Biden to destroy the fleet. He captures Biden in edge of Tomorrow and he forces him to do the destruction thinking they would just dispose of him. This does begin shortly but it is after the arc sleeve. And they go to China to get those ships there small Star blazers or they do have blasters on them that are kick ass and they go up there to fleet and there's a war in space over Titan

Thor Freya

And they're in China now and they found out and they're going to flee and go to the mountains shortly and yeah I was in like an hour and they're going to go up to Titan then they crash lands and they start the movie The phantom menace and doku is beheaded. And people put it back together and yes Trump and Mac is getting him back and Trump actually shut up after he heard it was him. And they're going to have big fight and soon they go up to Titan and it begins and his boyish smile is back. And it's because Queen amidala will appear and it's partially her character his Hera's character partly and it represents a lot of symbology of what's going on. It's going to be amazing today a lot of it will happen and the spiders consume like half the more lock and they're forced to New Jersey by the Max and they start grabbing the ships mostly Jason, the rest are not allowed in only some come in by plane and they regret it.

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Us too we narrated lots ofthe above

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And we're here in China and they're coming in by ship and lots of them and fighting and it seems to be after those ships in the first place which is very weird for them to be doing all this other strange stuff and as if they want your crappy starblazer ships they are small and vulnerable. There's a lot of movies going on but there's been a lot of movies that have happened and they keep saying they haven't happened and it's cheesman and yeah his dirty Harry serious happened but you still have to escape Alcatraz and some other things and yeah that happens the next day or two and then it ends.

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pet-genius · 3 years

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A complex and many-layered thing

But Harry’s anger at Snape continued to pound through his veins like venom. Let go of his anger? He could as easily detach his legs. . . .

This is the first Occlumency lesson. Harry is right, of course. Feelings don’t go away because you want them to. To let go of them when they’ve not been addressed or validated can be as hard as detaching a leg. And yet, it’s what Dumbledore asked Snape to do, and it’s what Snape had to do to survive the first war as Dumbledore’s spy. You have to ask yourself… how?

Trapped animals chew off their own legs to escape. It’s a sacrifice they make to survive.

If there’s one thing in a fic that turns me off it, it’s the idea that Occlumency shields are a thing, that Severus was so gifted at it because he’s got some power like Second Sight or being a metamorphagus. I always preferred to think of Occlumency and Legilimency as skills that can be learned, even if some have more aptitude for it than others.

Severus entered Hogwarts with the kind of life experience that primed him for developing these skills, and left it with even more. Occlumency is magical dissociation, a post-traumatic coping mechanism, and Severus has C/PTSD. More under the cut; tw: just general angst.

To survive, he would have had to develop a knack for telling how explosive and unpredictable people feel. Over his life, he faced at least two egregious examples of what Pete Walker, author of “Complex PTSD” calls “the Charming Bully”.

Especially devolved fight types can become sociopathic. Sociopathy can range along a continuum that stretches from corrupt politician to vicious criminal. A particularly nasty sociopath, who I call the charming bully, probably falls somewhere around the middle of this continuum. The charming bully behaves in a friendly manner some of the time. He can even occasionally listen and be helpful in small amounts, but he still uses his contempt to overpower and control others. This type typically relies on scapegoats for the dumping of his vitriol. These unfortunate scapegoats are typically weaker than him. […] He generally spares his favorites from this behavior, unless they get out of line. If the charming bully is charismatic enough, those close to him will often fail to register the unconscionable meanness of his scapegoating. The bully’s favorites often slip into denial, relieved that they are not the target. Especially charismatic bullies may even be admired and seen as great.

These would be James Potter and Tom Riddle, who are distantly related, I might add. Harry inherited the tendency to default to the fight response, but since he grew up the scapegoat and not the golden child, he never becomes quite as appalling, and after all, a fight response is normal when they are after you. Even so, Harry, who has both James and Voldemort inside him, triggers Severus to no end. It’s not a coincidence that the memories Harry sees when he is with him are largely horrible, and vice versa. There had to be happy or at least neutral or even boring moments, but these two detest each other, and they know they detest each other. Negative emotions and associated memories are so close to the surface they can’t be contained. This is the purpose of the Pensieve in this context - to contain the emotions. Since Severus knew what was in there when he pulled Harry out, my theory is that you don’t suddenly forget the memories you placed there, but rather you make them less fraught with emotions.

“Get up!” said Snape sharply. “Get up! You are not trying, you are making no effort, you are allowing me access to memories you fear, handing me weapons!”

Harry stood up again, his heart thumping wildly as though he had really just seen Cedric dead in the graveyard. Snape looked paler than usual, and angrier, though not nearly as angry as Harry was. “I — am — making — an — effort,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I told you to empty yourself of emotion!”

“Yeah? Well, I’m finding that hard at the moment,” Harry snarled.

“Then you will find yourself easy prey for the Dark Lord!” said Snape savagely. “Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people, in other words — they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!”

A lot to unpack here.

“Memories you fear,” “weapons”, “easy prey”.

Fearing your own memories, viewing your own lived experiences as weapons to be used against you, being easy prey… Severus could not be speaking louder of himself here. He is the one whose mind had been penetrated with absurd ease, he is the one who handed weapons to Voldemort, and he is the one who had to do the psychological equivalent of detaching his own leg – again and again – to survive.

I’ll argue that Severus developed a fawn response and a flight response, as fighting had never really worked out for him if it was possible at all. He had at least two more people I’d describe as bullies in his life, Tobias and Lucius.

Again from Pete Walker:

These [fawn] response patterns are so deeply set in the psyche, that as adults, many codependents automatically respond to threat like dogs, symbolically rolling over on their backs, wagging their tails, hoping for a little mercy and an occasional scrap. Webster’s second entry for fawn is: “to show friendliness by licking hands, wagging its tail, etc.: said of a dog.” I find it tragic that some codependents are as loyal as dogs to even the worst “masters”.

Remember what Sirius called him? Lucius’s lapdog. Bellatrix called him Dumbledore’s pet, Dumbledore said he dangles on Voldemort’s arm, the narrative compares Snape to a rabbit in SWM and Harry compares the Half Blood Prince to a beloved pet who had gone feral (yes, this does mean a lot to me on a personal level, yes my username is not a coincidence).

His unconscious fawn response might have been his undoing, drawn as he was to figures like Lucius and Voldemort. As an adult, I think he utilized the skills he had developed to survive in order to stitch these people up, and involuntary dissociation and fawning became Occlumency, which to me, is his signature magic. Harry needed only to banish Voldemort from his mind; Severus could not settle for this. He had to give Voldemort something, and knowing how to fawn meant knowing what to give him and how to draw himself in such a light that Voldemort would believe it. We see how he wanted to be seen by the Death Eaters: a self-serving coward who sought to hide behind Dumbledore’s apron, playing his pet. But that’s Pettigrew, not Snape. Imagine the self-immolation, the self-violation, it must have taken to convince everyone that you’re an ersatz Wormtail! Snape is a man and a prince, and the text recognizes this as Harry calls him, in the end, Dumbledore’s man, the bravest man, and as that chapter is called “The Prince’s Tale”. Voldemort thought Snape was nothing more than a “good and faithful servant,” and that his last words were “My Lord”.

But Severus had an unequaled gift for Occlumency, specifically against Voldemort, because Voldemort could not legilimens what he couldn’t feel; and he couldn’t feel love, grief, guilt, and remorse. This was Severus’s secret weapon, which would not have worked against Harry - who can feel these things, and who is also Lily’s son. I can prove it. The first time Harry gets the hang of Occlumency is after Dobby dies:

His scar burned, but he was master of the pain; he felt it, yet was apart from it. He had learned control at last, learned to shut his mind to Voldemort, the very thing Dumbledore had wanted him to learn from Snape. Just as Voldemort had not been able to possess Harry while Harry was consumed with grief for Sirius, so his thoughts could not penetrate Harry now, while he mourned Dobby. Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out . . . though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love. . . .

Harry learned to dissociate, though fortunately in a healthier way than many of us ever get to.

Of course, Snape was a good and faithful servant… to Dumbledore, which brings us to the flight response. The chapter wherein he escapes after killing Dumbledore is called “Flight of the Prince”. He should be fighting, he had just proven that he can cast a killing curse, and yet he flees. He can literally fly, in fact: He, Lily, and Voldemort are the only ones we see pulling this off.

As a child, we see this too: He copes with his home situation by reminding himself “it won’t be long and I’ll be gone.” He is thrilled when he imagines Hogwarts, his escape; he follows Lily out of the carriage instead of confronting James and Sirius head-on (which might have saved them all a lot of pain eventually). But this doesn’t work out, we see that in terrifying detail. The next attempt at an escape is joining the Death Eaters, but this too doesn’t work out.

He can’t flee anymore.

“Severus, you cannot pretend this isn’t happening!” Karkaroff’s voice sounded anxious and hushed, as though keen not to be overheard. “It’s been getting clearer and clearer for months. I am becoming seriously concerned, I can’t deny it —”

“Then flee,” said Snape’s voice curtly. “Flee — I will make your excuses. I, however, am remaining at Hogwarts.”

Shortly thereafter:

“Severus,” said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, “you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready . . . if you are prepared . . .”

“I am,” said Snape.

He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely.

He was ready, and he was prepared. He didn’t fly; he walked toward what might well have been his end with open eyes, armed only with the strength of his mind. Before Voldemort killed him, he looked pale, again, and terrified.

“I sought a third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, the Deathstick. I took it from its previous master. I took it from the grave of Albus Dumbledore.”

And now Snape looked at Voldemort, and Snape’s face was like a death mask. It was marble white and so still that when he spoke, it was a shock to see that anyone lived behind the blank eyes.

I ask myself if this was the moment he realized he had been betrayed, that by giving Dumbledore a painless death he had secured his own. Maybe he wasn’t pale because he was scared; maybe he was pale because he was shocked. He was at his absolute limit, Occluding with all his might when he could have easily saved himself. The dam is about to break. All the memories he feared, all the weapons, the entire content of his heart is about to spill through - literally.

He fawned for Voldemort, the worst of all possible masters, but in the end, he was Voldemort’s undoing. All the ways in which he was weak and powerless against Tobias, James, Lucius, et al., proved to be part of goodness and source of his power. It doesn’t surprise me in the least that Snape is so loved. I’ve never actually seen such love for any other fictional character. He represents a kind of courage that many of us need to get by, lest we simply become evil or give the fuck up (“I wish I was dead”). A kind of courage rarely celebrated. The more time I’ve spent in the fandom in general and in the Snapedom in particular, the more I am convinced of this.

#pro severus snape #snapedom #snape meta #snape love #severus snape #psychology #complex ptsd #I'm not qualified to diagnose anyone #But like #come on #sometimes JKR writes brilliance she doesn't seem to comprehend #snape #occlumency #harry potter

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Harry Potter FanFiction I greatly enjoy (it’s just tomarry and sevitus)

Fair warning, I’m not good at describing stuff, and most of these are not complete (yet) but if you have similar tastes as I do then you’ll definitely like these stories.

Meddling of a Mischief Maker - by Athy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5380535/chapters/12427268

I enjoy this fic because it shows a more human Voldemort with him still being an asshole as per usual. They do a good job of having Voldemort believably change into a not crazy murderous bastard haha. It also has Sirius interacting with Voldemort and for some reason I find those scenes hilarious in any fic I read.

“Harry's being a horcrux is a bit reworked here in this AU Story set during the summer after 5th year. A Mischief Maker intervenes in the Ministry during Voldemort and Dumbledore's duel, changing the course history. MorallyGrey!Dumbledore, Sirius, Restored Souls, HP/TR”

Draw Me After You (Let Us Run) - by ToAStranger @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22327684/chapters/53334382

This story is a delight, it’s tone is very good and they do a great job of writing in the characters ‘voices’ for their pov’s. I especially like the posh way Voldemort talks and acts. This story is also hilarious on top of just being a very good slowburn, AND it has Sirius, which as you might have guessed, I love dearly. They also don’t bash any of the characters, and instead make them well rounded but flawed individuals, which I really appreciate.

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years.

Slowly, carefully, Harry twists over and pushes up onto his hands and knees. He stays there, short breath fogging in front of his face, and his pursuer lets him. Harry has no doubt of that; he’s being allowed this respite. This small moment to catch his bearings, heart pounding in his ears, blood singing.

“It seems I have finally caught you.”

Consuming Shadows - by Child_OTKW @childotkw

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7040089/chapters/16011331

I’ve read two of childOTKW’s fics and both of them are fantastically written and attention grabbing stories. This one was the first one I read, and it has a very interesting take on lily Potter (one which I really enjoy) and the plot can leave you on the edge of your seat at times. The characterization is great, and the process of Harry and Tom getting to know each other is done very well.

“His attention skipped passed the students and moved to the politicians’ pavilion. His gaze locked with crimson, and he nearly faltered under the sheer hunger in those eyes.

It unnerved him how fixated the man was on his dirtied, exhausted figure.

But what troubled him more was the slight smirk he could make out on the man’s lips. It was almost pleased.

On the night of the attack, Lily managed to escape with her infant son, but at the cost of her husband’s life. Distraught and distrusting of her friends, she fled to France with Harry, to raise him away from the corruption in Britain and the rising influence of the Dark Lord. She trains him to the best of her abilities, shaping him into a dangerous, intelligent and powerful wizard.

But when Britain re-establishes the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry is forced to return to his once-home, he finds himself questioning whether he really wants to kill the Dark Lord. Voldemort finds an unexpected challenge in the child, and as his intrigue and amusement grows, so too does the desire to possess the spark in those defiant green eyes.”

A story that is kind of similar but not really: The Train to Nowhere

You Belong To Me (I Belong To You) - by child_OTKW

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11270490/chapters/25203408

This is a story inspired by the manwha ‘At The End Of The Road’ by Haribo. A comic I read before reading this, which is very good I recommend it. They do not take the exact plot from the comic though, obviously changing significant details for it to work properly as a Tomarry Fic, but one main thing stays the same, which is that this is a body swap. Honestly I really enjoy childOTKW’s works, and this is no exception. The characterization is wonderful as always, and Harry is Fantastic. Plus I’ve always been a fan of time travel fics. (Fair warning this is another slow burn and Harry centric)

“What I find absolutely fascinating,” Riddle said, stalking closer, “is you.” He marched forward, backing Harry up until he was pinned to the cool wall of the common room. “Do you know why?”

“No. And I’ll be honest here, Riddle, I don’t particularly care.”

The taller boy grinned at him, small yet infinitely pleased. “That. Right there.” One hand rose and brushed some of Harry’s fringe from his face. “Nathan Ciro was a spineless little boy too afraid of his own shadow to dare even glance in my direction. But you…”

He leaned closer, “You look at me like you want to stab me.”

“After an accident, Auror Harry Potter wakes up in the body of fourteen year old Nathan Ciro, a tormented Slytherin who recently tried to end his own life. Seeking answers to his strange predicament, Harry returns to Hogwarts, and causes quite the stir through staff and students - especially when they come to realise he is not the same boy as before.

He tries to avoid suspicion, but as his quest for the truth draws more and more attention to him, Harry begins to think that he might not like what he will discover.”

Some Bonus AU tomarry

A Thousand Paths Among The Stars - by Haplessshippo @haplesshippo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12015060/chapters/27191238

This is a star trek au and it’s honestly my favorite tomarry au fic. Granted, I am a huge sci-fi fan. There’s also a bit of a twist at the end, or at least it surprised me, due to the way we usually expect tomarry plots to go.

“Harry Potter, newly appointed Captain of the Marauder and son of the famous Captain James Potter, was falling apart at the seams. His crew didn’t respect him, he was lost in the empty expanse of space, nightmares plagued his sleep, and his Commander deserved the Captain position more than he did. Good thing multiple attempts on his life and a vicious warlord after his head was all it took to turn it all around.

Alternatively, that space fic in which Harry Potter almost dies too many times, Tom Riddle slowly becomes the most smitten fool on the ship, and the rest of the crew are all just a bunch of assholes with popcorn watching the show. And exploding ships, don't forget the exploding ships.”

The Matchmaker - by TanninTele

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16507676/chapters/38664089

I am ALSO a huge true crime fan, and this story has a criminal that kinda reminds me of one that might appear in Hannibal (but with less murder). I enjoy the characterization, though tom is pretty tame in this compared to more cannon fics, considering he’s not the criminal and instead an investigator. Harry is also different from how people usually portray him, but I still like it.

“'The Matchmaker' is a serial abductor whose modus operandi consists of pairing two same-sex individuals together in a coffin, six feet underground - buried alive. He isn't a killer. He's a kidnapper with morals, and Detective Chief Inspector Tom Riddle finds himself obsessed with solving the case.

Unfortunately for Tom, the Matchmaker is just as intent on knowing him.”

And on to the Sevitus Stories

Far Beyond A Promise Kept - by oliversnape

https://archiveofourown.org/works/547431/chapters/974693

A classic, Harry stays with snape and unintentionally proves all his assumptions wrong and makes snape care about him. Both the stories have this aspect, but this one has snape a bit nicer from the get go. Probably because it takes place during the third book, so they’ve only known each other two years. It’s quite wholesome though, and I rather enjoy the progression of their relationship.

“Snape never wanted anyone to know of his promise to Dumbledore, but has realised that he can protect Potter much better by taking a less passive role in the boy's training. Actually liking Harry Potter has never been part of his plan. mentor/guardian.”

Crime And Punishment - by melolcatsi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24102232/chapters/58018174

Snape and Harry have way more of a rocky start in this one, and Snape having to pick Harry up from the police station Really Doesn’t Help Snape’s opinion of him. This story very realistically shows the progression of their relationship, going from enemies to family, and near the ‘end’ (it’s not finished) it becomes very wholesome with Snape trying to help Harry with his mental and physical health after years of abuse/ neglect.

“Harry is accused of burglary. The Dursleys leave him to rot. Dumbledore sends Snape to remedy the situation. Harry finds himself in the care of an irate Snape. Not slash, gen-fic w/ focus on Sevitus relationship. Angst galore. Warnings: coarse and suggestive language, mentions of abuse/neglect. Un-betaed and un-Britpicked.”

#tomarry #tom riddle #harry potter #sevitus #severus snape #fanfic #fanfic reccomendation #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #tom riddle x harry potter

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Match made in Hell : Chapter Thirteen

A/N : And this is it the last and final chapter. Kinda sad but mostly happy to finally finish this series. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : mature content, kidnapping, blood, violence, murder, death, language

SERIES MASTERLIST

“What? How?” you looked at him with a worrisome face.

“We don’t know yet but we are gonna catch him don’t worry” his hands come up to your shoulders in assurance.

“Then we must go now he might be planning something dangerous to take revenge on us” saying so you were about to rush back to your room to get dressed but Tom caught hold of your hand.

“Y/N stop, you can’t go”

“Why? You only said we need to catch him” you look at him questioningly.

“By we I meant me and the boys. You are not going anywhere, not in this condition” he speaks softly placing a hand gently over your stomach “you remember what Dr. Martin said, right? No stress and as much rest as possible”

“But-but you don’t understand Tom I can help and I was pregnant the last time we caught him” you argue as Tom reaches his hand out to cup your face with an understanding smile.

“I know love but we weren’t aware of it at that time and I'm thankful that he didn’t do anything bad but not anymore" he caressed your cheek with his thumb "I’m not letting either of you come in harm's way” you were about to say something but he cut you off “please Y/N for this time just let me handle this. I know you’re strong and the most fearless woman I have ever met in my life but for this time for their sake at least stay back”

You finally gave up hanging your head low with a sigh. He was right with your current situation; it wasn't a wise idea. The risk would be too much and you can’t afford it, not when it’s about the safety of the little ones growing inside you.

“Okay but promise me you’ll be careful and in no circumstance you will risk your life” you place your hand over his on your stomach “we will be waiting for you”

“I promise I’ll be safe” he presses a soft kiss on your forehead “you just take care of yourself. I have told the guards everything and Leslie will also be there” he gives a one last peck on your lips before parting “I’ll be back in no time I promise” he reassures smiling as you nod mirroring his smile.

****

Tom along with with his brothers and Harrison were at their office in Westminster discussing their next move to get hold of Ethan before he makes a move against them.

“Any news?” Tom asks Harrison.

“Nothing,” he answers with disappointment.

“We searched downtown but found no trace of him,” Harry informs, exchanging glances with Sam.

“How is this even possible? A man escaped but is nowhere to be found?!” Tom groans in frustration when they are interrupted by William whom Vanessa brought along with her in case he might be able to help track down Ethan with his years of experience with your father's mob.

“Only if the man has never left the place” he elucidates.

“What?” Tom’s brows knit in a frown.

“Has anyone seen him getting out of the house?” William throws the question to his men as they stood there silently with their gazes lowered down at the floor.

“Answer the question you morons!” Tom barks at them.

“No sir” one of them squeaks out in response as the frown on Tom’s face grows deeper.

“Well then you have your answer Ethan is still in your house hiding maybe seeking for the right opportunity” William remarks.

“Right opportunity for what?” Vanessa questions.

“Y/N..” Tom’s voice comes out shaky as panic washes over his face at the realization “Y/N is all alone in the house. We need to go now!”

****

You were in your room trying to keep yourself occupied by reading some books on parenting and childbirth to calm your nerves which honestly wasn’t helping much cause you knew how dangerous it is with Ethan escaping and the vipers seeking revenge. Since no one would be informing you about anything you thought it’s best, you take a nap as stressing about it will be useless and in turn be bad for the two little beans inside you.

You were about to lie down when you heard shuffling noises outside of your room. Your hand instantly reached out to your bedside table, opening the drawer you took out your gun and got off the bed. You carefully tip-toed out of your room, eyes scanning the corridors when you felt someone’s presence behind you. You cocked your gun ready to turn and shoot.

“I wouldn’t dare to do that” you heard, feeling the muzzle of a gun pressed to the back of your head.

“Ethan?” you frowned deeply.

“Miss me baby?” his voice dark and full of malice. You went to shove him in the stomach with your elbow but he was quick to catch hold of your hand and twist it back as the gun fell from your grasp on the floor.

“You’re getting clumsy sweetheart” he chuckles tauntingly.

“What do you want?!” you hissed struggling to set free.

“You’ll get to know soon but for now start walking”

“What makes you think I’ll listen to whatever you say?” you grit under your teeth.

“Well honey news is in the air that you're pretty knocked up right now" he snickers and your throat went dry, he knows "so if you don't do what I say I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to pull the trigger”

Usually you were tough and it takes a lot to shake you but now it is different. You couldn’t think of fighting back as fear grasped on to your mind and body. You weren’t alone, you had two lives growing inside you and in no way you were going to put their lives in danger so you remained quiet and decided to do exactly what you were told. You slowly walked down the stairs with Ethan behind you holding you by your arm with one hand the other had his gun pointed at the back of your head when Leslie walked out of the kitchen.

“Ma’am!” she gasped in horror and immediately pressed the alarm on the nearby wall to alert the guards outside as she rushed towards you in an attempt to save you.

“Get back or she dies” Ethan threatens, pressing the gun further to your head.

“It’s ok Les just stay where you are” you say calmly. Two of Tom’s men posted at the gate barged in pointing their guns.

“Put down your gun now or you’ll regret it” they threaten, cocking their guns which made Ethan chuckle darkly.

“You really thought I would be so stupid to do this all alone” he snickers when three men dressed in all black rounded them from behind. They pulled out their guns and within seconds several gunshots were fired piercing through their bodies as both of the guards dropped dead.

“Leslie run!” you shout at her.

“But…” she hesitates.

“Just go or they will kill you!” you tell her as she unwillingly ran to the back of the mansion to get out of the place.

“Yes, run to your boss and tell him that I got his most prized possession and soon I’ll have this whole city within my palms too” he grins wickedly. He then drags you out of the front door to the driveway where two SUV’s were parked.

“C'mon get inside the car” he nudged you as you reluctantly got in the passenger seat while he sat on the driver's seat and starts the car.

“Ethan you don’t wanna do this” you tried to talk some sense into him.

“Oh hell I wanna do it. Today I take back what is rightfully mine. Now shut the fuck up!” he yelled at you while driving and you flinched feeling utterly helpless.

“Tom is on his way he is gonna kill you and if my dad comes to know” you glared at him.

“I don’t care what that bastard wants, he has been using me to take hold of the drug cartel but I was the one who was using him to set up my own gang to take my sweet revenge. Your daddy thinks he owns the vipers, no honey, it's me who gives them the orders” he laughs when his eyes go to the phone in your hands “give me your phone” he orders.

“Why?” you tried to hide it away from him

“Just give it to me dammit!” he snatched it out of your hand and threw it out of the window on the side of the road “now no one will know where you are” he chuckles darkly speeding away through the traffic.

****

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom stormed inside the house to be met with the two dead bodies of his men in a pool of blood.

“Oh God!” V gasped in horror and the boys were left dumbfounded at the scene in front of them..

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom called out again desperately.

“Sir!” a very terrified Leslie came running from the back of the house.

“Leslie, where is Y/N? Answer me!” he demanded.

“They took her sir” she broke down into tears as Tom felt the ground slipping from under his feet.

“Uggh this is all my fault!” he knocks off the glass sculpture kept on the nearby table out of rage.

“Tom, calm down, get yourself together!” Harrison stops him from breaking any other things further.

“How can I stay calm Harrison?! That bastard took her and I wasn’t even there to save her. Now I don’t know where she is or even if she is alive or not” he laments.

“You need to think clearly, Tom. He won’t do anything to her I’m sure not until he gets what he wants” William remarks and just then Tom’s phone rang with an unknown caller id

“Take it I’m sure it’s him” William advised he pressed the call button as Ethan’s face became visible on the scream.

“Hey Tom, what’s up man?” he says with a smug grin.

“You scum, where is Y/N?! If you lay a finger on her you’re gonna die a very brutal death!” Tom barked.

“Oh don’t worry, she's alright. For now. Say hi to your husband honey” he mocks flipping the camera towards you. Tom’s heart clenched seeing you tied up to a chair. You looked completely exhausted as you somehow lifted your face up to face the camera.

“Y/N…” he croaks a lump growing inside his throat as he fights back his tears after seeing you being treated like this when you should in the comfort of your home.

“Tom-Tom, don’t agree to what he says it’s a tra-” you tried to warn him but were quickly cut off.

“Okay that’s enough sweetheart”

“Give me my Y/N back!” Tom growled in rage.

“Woah not so fast not until you give me what I want” he remarks with a smug grin.

“What the hell do you want?!”

“Nothing much, just hand over your mob and accept my allegiance only then you'll get your wife back. I’m giving you 12 hours to think Tom after that I’ll empty this gun into her head” he threatens and the call disconnects.

“Hey wait!” Tom yells at the dark screen.

“Let’s go! We don’t have much time” Tom was about to rush out when Harry stopped him

“Wait Tom, are you seriously going to hand over everything?”

“I'm ready to give up everything for Y/N. I don't give a fuck about the mob because that’s the reason behind Y/N, my wife, the mother of children is being held captive in the first place!” he snaps.

“Don’t do anything in a rush you don’t want to strengthen your enemy’s power do you?” William remarks..

“Yes Tom, I agree with William too. You do remember what the Coopers did back then before your dad had to kill them himself?” Harrison reminded him.

“Yes I do but what option do we have?” Tom sighed unable to find a way out

“You have an option” V speaks up

“What?”

“Ask papa for help” she suggests

“Are you out of your mind?! You’re telling me to ask another enemy of ours for help for whom Y/N was almost going to die!” Tom says disapproving her idea.

“Just listen to me for once all this rivalry between you and our dad is just because of the business. If he comes to know that Y/N is in danger he would certainly help cause he loves his family more than anything” she explains.

“Vanessa is right Tom only Victor can help you. The vipers were his gang after all he will know everything and you also need more men to overpower Ethan” William agrees.

“What do you guys say?” Tom looks at his brothers and Harrison.

“You should call him” they all suggest unanimously. After a little pondering Tom took a deep breath and dialed his number.

“You really have the balls to call us after what you did Holland” Julian quipped.

“Julian you gotta listen to me mate this is important. Ethan escaped”

“Well it's not our problem that he escaped”

“He has your sister Julian” Tom informs.

“And why would I help you to save her who is the reason we are about to lose the whole drug cartel”

“It wasn’t your sister Julian it was Ethan all along he had been double crossing you and using the vipers to grab hold of the drug cartel behind you back”

“So what? We just don’t care now end the call”

“Jules, wait your sister is pregnant” Tom reveals as Julian perks up at the news.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Julian asks with concern in his voice.

“She is expecting. I know you have had issues but I also know you care for her and so does Mr. Martinez. I know he is listening to this too. It's your daughter sir and if you really want her to stop hating you then help us take down Ethan” Tom’s voice breaks as he pleads with them.

“Dad?” Julian turned to Victor.

“I'm gonna kill that bastard myself!” Victor mutters standing up from his chair enraged “everyone to get ready and tell them to meet at the Docklands”

****

After searching for almost three hours your father was able to locate you. You were being held in an old factory near Kennington. They drove to that place as fast as they could and stopped a mile ahead to not alert his goons. Carefully they walked over to the place and took down the guards posted outside surrounding the place. Tom along with Harrison and your father and brother entered the building killing anyone who came in their way. The deserted factory echoed with the loud noise of gunshots and you knew that Tom was here to rescue you.

“You hear that? Tom is here, you’re going to die Ethan” you quipped a knowing smile etched on your face.

“Not so easily” he goes to untie the ropes and pulls you up on your feet pressing his gun against the side of your head.

“Y/N!” Tom barged in.

“Come closer and she dies,” Ethan threatens.

“You might want to reconsider mate” Tom says with a sly smirk

“Why is that?”

“Your sister Meredith, is her name right? And she lives in an apartment near Brixton” he muses “guess what? my brothers happen to be there too” fear washed over Ethan’s face as he realized how the tables have turned and all thanks to your father who knew about his sister and told Tom about her.

“No, keep my sister out of this” he says weakly.

“You left me no choice mate” Tom tsks “it’s over Ethan so let Y/N go and no one gets hurt” he warns him as Ethan removes the gun from your head and lets go of you. You take one quick glance at him and then look at Tom standing in front of you. You immediately strided your way towards him with tears in your eyes but Ethan had something else in his mind. He lifted his gun again and pulled the trigger aiming at your back.

“Y/N!!” Tom shrieked but before the bullet could hit you Victor was on time to pull you in his tight embrace guarding you as the bullet hit him on his right shoulder. He flinched in pain as you grasped on to his shirt trembling.

“Daddy?” you said weakly glancing up to him with tear filled eyes.

“It’s ok mija I’m here now. Don’t worry everything is going to be alright” he caresses the back of your head gently as you feel your head spin. The stress was too much for you to handle and you fainted in his arms.

“Go get that motherfucker!” Tom shouted seeing Ethan trying to flee. His men were quick to grab him as Harrison snatched the gun out of his hand and punched him right at his face.

“Jules, take her to the hospital now!” your father instructed. Jules took you from his arms and carried you to the car and immediately left for the hospital.

Tom stalked his way towards Ethan as if he was a prey. He cocked his gun, his gaze stone cold eyes burning with rage. He kicks Ethan on his legs as his knees buckled and he kneeled down on the floor in front of him.

“Tom please let me go I swear I’ll go as far away as possible and never return back” Ethan begs for his mercy.

“You should have thought about it before you decided to shoot Y/N” Tom growled, pressing the gun in between his eyes. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. It didn’t feel right to him.

“Tom, what are you waiting for?” Harrison nudged him.

“I-I can’t, Y/N wouldn’t want this” Tom looked at him unsure of what to do “it’s better we hand him over to the police” he suggests.

“If you can’t I will” Victor interrupts and aggressively points his gun at Ethan.

“No Victor, wait!” Tom tried to stop him but it was too late he had already pulled the trigger and Ethan’s lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

“It’s ok Tom nobody gets away after messing with my family” he shrugs when the blaring of the sirens could be heard from a distance.

“Get out of here right now!” Victor says to Tom.

“But..” Tom hesitates.

“Leave or you’ll get caught too” he insists.

“What about you?”

“I think it’s time for me to pay for my crimes” he sighs looking at the gun in his hand with a contemplating smile etched on his face. The screeching of car tires could be heard as the bellowing of the sirens grew louder which was soon followed by the clamoring footsteps of people in tactical boots.

“Now go to my daughter she needs you” Victor rushes him “and remember to keep her happy and safe or else I’ll hunt you down too” he warns him.

“Will keep that in mind” Tom smirks and walks out of the place.

“Raise your hands where I can see them!” Grace orders and without a single Victor raises his hands in surrender.

“Victor Martinez you are under arrest for embezzlement and several other crimes including hoarding and smuggling of illegal drugs and murders” Grace states pointing her gun at him along with a team of officers behind her. A male officer was quick to handcuff him. Tom watched it whole from a distance as he was led inside the police van before leaving for the hospital.

You woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the EKG. Your eyes slowly adjust to the lighting of the hospital room.

“Tom..Tom” you mumbled half awake.

“Hey, hey I’m right here” Tom quickly gets up from the couch and holds your hands as you sit up.

“Tom what happened?” you ask warily.

“You fainted honey, your blood pressure went low due to all the stress” he informs.

“What about our babies?” your hand goes to your stomach as you look at him with panic stricken eyes “are they ok? Tom, are they safe?” you rambled out of fear.

“Yes darling, they are safe and healthy the doctor’s confirmed” he assures you gently brushing your hair with his hands.

“Oh thank god” you heaved a sigh of relief.

“I think we should thank your dad too cause if he wasn’t there in time you would have got shot” he remarks.

“I know,” you say, staring at your lap.

“Y/N the interpol and police took your father”

“Well that was going to happen some or the other day anyways” you half shrugged.

“But he saved you, saved us”

“I know and that’s the irony for the first time my dad genuinely showed that cared about me and now I will never see him again” you say with regret in your voice.

4 months later….

You were seated in the huge courtroom of the New York State Supreme Court with Tom, Vanessa and your mother by your side as you awaited the jury’s verdict on the charges you, your father and brother have been indicted with. After your father’s arrest the underworld imploded and most of the leaders went into hiding to save their businesses and escape the law. It was a huge issue in the international media too, the trial went on for three months. You had to travel back and forth to appear before the court for the murders you were charged with.

Though they could never find any proof against you, your dad and your husband made sure of that. Tom had told you that he had requested the families not to testify against you and they had agreed. But you know his way of requesting people very well : it's pointing a gun at their head. If they don’t agree then they are permanently relieved of their life.

When you said that to him he laughed it off by saying “that’s preposterous! I would never do that” and you gave him ‘not buying it’ look “okay the old me would but I’m a changed man now and as I promised no violence” he clarified. But you knew better and you didn’t mind this time really cause you didn’t want to abandon this beautiful life you finally got and go to jail.

Moreover in less than two months there will be two new additions to your little family and you don’t want to miss any of it. You knew that you could never get rid of the blood in your hands and so did Tom but this time you are gonna start afresh for those pure little souls that are coming to light up your entire world and remove the darkness that had been clouding your lives.

“The jury have reached a verdict” the judge’s voice echoed through the silent courtroom and Tom places his hand over yours comfortingly giving you a reassuring smile telling you that everything will be ok “and they unanimously find Victor Martinez guilty of the following charges related to extortion, money laundering, murders and illegal smuggling of drugs. He is being sentenced to lifetime imprisonment” the judge declared.

“Also due to lack of evidence the jury declares Julian Martinez and Y/N Holland innocent and free of all charges” he adds and Tom squeezes your hand gently with a soft smile and a relief in his eyes as you look at him mirroring his smile.

“The court is adjourned for the day” the judge announced and everybody stood up from their seats to walk out of the room one by one. You watched your dad getting handcuffed and being taken away by the officials as your brother followed them to finish the rest of the formalities that needed to be done before they took your father to the prison. For once you wanted to hug him tight and let him know that you loved him even after whatever went down between you. You wanted to let him know that you have forgiven him, you felt bad for your mother too after all he is her husband.

“Don’t worry honey I’ll be fine” she touches your shoulder breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I’m really sorry mom you don’t deserve this” you sniffled

“It’s ok, Y/N I knew this day was coming soon and how much ever you feel bad a crime is a crime”

“Mom, you can come live with us. I can talk to Tom, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” you offered.

“No sweetie that’s not happening I’m better off here and Jules will be there I will be perfectly ok. You just take care of yourselves”

“Hello Mrs Martinez” Tom interrupts.

“Hello Tom”

“Honey it’s quite some time you ate anything let’s get you something shall we?” he suggested to you.

“Yeah I’m feeling a little hungry to be honest” you remarked.

“I know love, let’s go then there’s a nice café right around the corner of the street” he says as Julian joins you three too.

“All formalities are complete, it’s time for us to leave as well” he informs as you walk to him and held his hands.

“Jules please take care of my mother” you ask him with hopeful eyes.

“I will don’t worry” he pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead “you guys take care too, alright” you nod and go to hug your mom before leaving the place with Tom.

Tom and you slowly walked out of the court and made your way to the café. Upon entering the shop you saw Vanessa already waiting for you as you went and sat down at the table while Tom went to give your orders. You were a little bit out of breath cause being seven months pregnant with twins is no big joke. You get easily tired now. Your stomach has grown round and big in the past few months which makes it difficult for you to bend down. But Tom was always there for you patiently helping you out. He even signed up for birthing and parenting classes so that you are ready for everything.

“Well finally it’s over isn’t it? You got what you wanted” V chimes.

“Yeah kind of” you sigh “is it wrong though that I feel bad for him?”

“Not at all after all he is our father we have the right to feel bad but past is past we gotta move on” you remarks “so how are the little munchkins?”

“Oh they are doing quite well and also not letting their mother sleep with their constant kicking seems like they can’t wait to come out already and so do I. I really want my precious sleep back” you joked.

“Oh sissy for the next two years forget about sleep cause you will be getting none” V snickers.

“Can’t complain though I voluntarily signed up for it” you shake your head smiling as you pull out a file from inside your bag “here” you say handing over the file to her.

“What is this?” V looks at you cluelessly.

“A deal is a deal, open it” you tell her as she opens the file and goes through the papers. Her eyes widened with shock as she finished reading the last page.

“What?! Are you serious?”

“I told you I’ll give your rightful share in the family so this is it” you stated.

“But you are giving me the rum and diamond business. That’s yours” she emphasized.

“I know but I don’t have the time or interest to run it and I can’t handle the business in New York while staying in London. Moreover, Tom has decided to start a chain of luxury resorts and since I have a management degree I’ll be helping him to expand it” you explain “so I’m entrusting you with our family businesses. Welcome to the family V” you look at her with a proud smile.

“I’ll not disappoint you” she promises.

“I know you won’t”

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If you want to send blurb requests based on the series I'm more than eager to write so send me your ideas. Also suggest me some cute baby names both girl and boy. I was thinking of going with Beatrice or April and Cole or Ben but would like to hear your opinions as well ❤️

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Changing Minds

Sequel to "Perfectly Fine"

Author: poorcinderelly

Rating: PG13 (mentions of sex, swearing, and alcohol)

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction and not-for-profit fan activity. It is not intended to infringe on any rights by and of the companies and/or individuals involved in the production of any series mentioned here.

Word Count: 7,582

Notes: So I did not expect "Perfectly Fine" to get as much attention as it did. Between here and AO3, it was read at least three hundred times! I know it's kind of small compared to what other fics get, but I'm pretty happy with it. More importantly, I'm happy that you guys seem to like it! Sorry, it took so long to get the second part out; I have been busy with RL and I also really wanted it to be the best it could be. Also, there will definitely be a third and final part to this, so be on the lookout for that. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!

Here's the AO3 link, too!

One year earlier

You plopped down on the left side of the bed, trying to catch your breath. Your chest felt hot and your limbs felt like they could be made out of pudding. A light layer of sweat covered your entire body and your long hair splayed out across the one pillow that somehow managed to stay on the bed. You turned over to look over at Tom, who was trying to catch his breath himself. His eyes were closed and his brown eyelashes rested perfectly on top of his cheekbones, his smooth chest rising and falling with every breath he took.

He turned over to look at you and gave you a weak smile. "You okay, babes?" he asked, his breath finally slowing back down to a normal pace. You nodded; you were more than okay. He reached over and pulled you into him, untangling the blanket from between your bare bodies as he did so. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, making light circles across his body as he ran his fingers gently through your hair.

You both stayed like that for a while, enjoying the sounds of the other's breathing and the waves crashing outside the window. You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard Tom wearily ask, "Can I say something cheesy?"

You laughed and said, "Sure."

Tom stifled a yawn. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

It felt like Tom just unlocked a chest that contained every ounce of emotion you had felt for him deep inside you. Almost immediately, tears formed at the corner of your eyes and you did your best to stifle them so Tom would not notice. You quickly blinked them away and turned up to look at him. He was about to fall asleep; his brown eyes were halfway open and a tired smile formed on his face. You reached up, running your hand through his curly brown hair and planting a gentle kiss on his nose.

"I love you, Tom." You meant every word of it, down to the last syllable.

The yawn that Tom was fighting off appeared, but he still managed to utter an, "I love you, too," before drifting off to sleep. You resumed your previous position, your head on his chest and arm around his waist, letting sleep consume you.

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Six months later

You laid awake in bed, staring at the alarm clock on your bedside table, its bright red letters spelling out 5:45 AM. It was as if it was mocking you.

You rolled over in bed, pulling the spare pillow over your face. Today was your last day at Jessica's apartment. Despite Jessica assuring you that you could continue to stay with her as long as you wanted, you knew it was time to move on. You had found a comfortable one-bedroom apartment in the Upper East Side and you were set to move in in just a couple of days. All of your new furniture was there, but you still had to move the five boxes of things you kept at Jessica's place to your new one, which is what you were planning to do today. That is if your brain allowed you to get some sleep.

It had been exactly six months since you saw Tom last. You did your best to avoid reading about him on social media, but even though you managed to cultivate a protective bubble around you, some news still managed to find its way through. The last thing you saw was that he was through filming his last Spider-Man movie and that he was doing a press tour for Cherry. You did not hear any news about his new girlfriend, though, for which you were grateful. You felt more at ease than you were a few months ago, but every once in a while, you found yourself deeply missing him. Especially on nights where you had trouble sleeping.

You tossed back over to the other side of the bed, reaching for your phone. You opened your messages and composed a new one, writing Tom's name in the "To:" box, but you stopped. "What the fuck am I doing?" you thought. You closed the message and put your phone back on the nightstand. Both you and Tom have moved on; you both made your peace with each other and apologized. It was time to let go of the past and just move forward.

"But I just can't," you thought. You curled yourself up into a fetal position, clasping your hands together to your chest, crying softly as you finally drifted off to sleep.

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I do recall now the smell of the rain Fresh on the pavement I ran off the plane That July 9th The beat of your heart It jumps through your shirt I can still feel your arms

The wheels of the plane landing at Heathrow airport jolted you awake. You stretched, rubbed your eyes, and waited impatiently for the signal to stand up. You could not wait to get off of this plane. The trip had been a disaster from the start.

It began when an interview with Vogue magazine ran over, causing you to be late getting to the airport. Although you were able to get to your gate by the skin of your teeth, you realized you put your passport in the wrong pocket, causing you to take everything out of your carry-on bag to find it. Once you were able to get on the plane, you landed in Detroit without any issues. The layover there was only supposed to be an hour until you were forced to stay there for an extra two hours and switch flights because there was apparently engine trouble with the first plane.

By the time you landed in London, it was a little past ten o'clock at night. You made your way through the gate, with your carry-on bag over your shoulder. Your body felt so tired and all you wanted to do was shower and climb into bed. After getting your passport stamped, you continued to linger around the gate, hoping to see a glimpse of Tom. It was not as crowded as you expected it to be, which you hoped would make it easier to find him. You made your way to the sitting area by the gate and stopped when you saw a familiar blue and white tie-dye hoodie in one of the chairs. Tom was slouched in the chair, wearing sweats and looking at his phone in his hand. He pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, but his brown curls were still sticking out all over the place. To the left and right of him, were his brothers Harry and Paddy, both sleeping in their chairs.

When you began making your way closer to them, Tom looked up from his phone, and a big smile burst on his face. "Y/N! YOU MADE IT!!!" he whooped, shooting from the chair and racing over to you. He immediately pulled you into his arms, wrapping both of his arms around your body and pulling you into him. You dropped your carry-on to the floor and returned his hug, burying your face in his chest. The familiar smell of citrus entered your nose and you could literally feel his heart beating through the cotton material of his hoodie. You were home.

You looked up when you felt him gently cup the side of your face and pull you in for a kiss. It felt like your body was going to melt right then and there. You had missed his kisses so damn much.

"God I missed you," he said quietly against your lips. It was as if he read your mind.

"I missed you too," you responded, gently yanking on his hoodie and pulling him closer.

It was by this time Paddy and Harry woke up and interrupted your embrace by yanking you from Tom's arms and hugging you tightly and bursting with excitement. Just being around them brought back all of the energy that the trip zapped from you. It had been a long time since you had seen both of them, and they were so eager to catch up with you right then and there. "Lads! Hey, lads! You'll have the next three weeks to catch up with Y/N," Tom chuckled. "And I don't think she wants to catch up with you in the middle of Heathrow!"

And with that, Tom took you by the hand and you both made your way over to baggage claim, with Harry and Paddy in tow. After picking up your suitcase, you followed Tom to the exit and immediately felt relief when you stepped outside. There was a light breeze in the air and you breathed in the smell of rain, letting it take over your senses. You heard the slushing sounds that the cars made as they drove through the puddles on the asphalt, causing the ground to shimmer under the street lamps. As you waited for the next cab to pull up, you gave Tom's hand a gentle squeeze and rested your head on his shoulder.

"You alright, love?" you heard him ask.

You smiled. "Yeah," you answered, "just glad to finally be home."

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The next day was rough. As expected, you got a late start thanks to your lack of sleep. Still, with the help of coffee and Jessica, you managed to get all of the boxes out of Jessica's apartment, packed tightly in her car, and up into your new place.

It did not go unnoticed to Jessica that you were a little morose. Throughout the day she did little things to try to cheer you up, such as buying you lunch and trying to take your mind off things. She knew that this step - moving into a new place, living on your own for the first time in two and half years - was a big one and she did her best to try to make it go as smoothly as possible. "I definitely don't deserve a friend like her," you thought.

She also did not pass up on suggesting that you stay one more night at her place, which you refused. But she stayed with you all day, helping you unpack your things and re-arrange your furniture. You both split a pizza for dinner and watched a cheesy movie on Netflix. After Jessica left around ten, you took a shower and crawled into your queen size bed, basking in the smoothness of the sheets and pillows. You were grateful that sleep came quickly.

You spent the following weeks getting used to the place, trying to make it more like home. You had trouble sleeping one night - which had become the norm at this point - and decided to go through the last two boxes of things that you brought from Jessica's apartment that were stacked in the corner of the dining area. They mostly contained random items like colored pencils, a box of tea, random kitchen utensils, a few books, and some DVDs. You were just about to throw the last box out when you noticed another one in the corner. "Hm," you thought, "I guess I forgot this one."

You grabbed your scissors and sat down in front of it, ready to open the box. That was when you saw your name written in the familiar scrawl.

Your heart sank. You remembered what this box was now and what was inside of it.

You put your scissors back on the table and picked up the box. Just like that night six months ago, you tucked it under your arm and brought it to your bedroom. You slid open your closet door with your foot and dropped the box to the floor, sliding it to the back behind your coats and shoes.

You made a note to try to open it again later. Just not now.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are Hope it's nice where you are

Two months had come and gone; it was now October. You had now started to develop more of a routine that consisted of doing yoga in the mornings, painting in the afternoons, and trying new recipes for dinner. You also started to go to auditions more, which your agent and publicist were grateful for. You also started to receive more scripts to read, which was something that did not happen as much before. Your agent made a joke along the lines of, "At least something good came out of that relationship," which had stung a little. But you knew she did not mean it in a malicious way; in fact, part of you agreed with her. It was nice to be working again, but it was still a little annoying that you had just now started to get all of this attention just because you were in a relationship with Tom Holland for two and a half years. Still, you knew that this was part of the game.

You still had your protective bubble up when it came to him. It was fine if your team talked about him, but you made sure that he was off-limits in interviews. That was truly the only request you made. Although you were in a slightly better place than you were a couple of months ago, your heart still felt a little tender. Jessica still kept reminding you that it was okay to feel what you feel and that it was part of the process. But it still frustrated you. Part of you wondered that if you did talk about him more with other people, would it speed up the process? But you also did not want to invite people into your private life. You and Tom worked so hard to keep the details of your relationship out of the press and as far as you knew, he was not talking about you in interviews. The least you could do was return the gesture.

It was two Saturdays before Halloween and Jessica was sleeping over. You both got drunk off of a little too many Blackheart shots and ate too much pizza while watching scary movies on Netflix. Jessica, as always, drank more than you did and you did not want her to go home in the state she was in. It was getting close to midnight when Jessica blurted out an idea. "HEY! WE SHOULD HAVE A PARTY!!"

You groaned and put your face in one of the pillows on your couch. You did not like throwing parties; hell, you did not even like attending parties. They just made you feel anxious and small, and other than your friends, you never really knew what to say to people.

"Come onnnnnnnn Y/N," Jessica begged. "This will be good for you! I'll invite some of our friends we haven't seen in a while! It will be so much fun!" Her eyes went wide and she gasped. You knew she had just come up with another idea. "WE CAN MAKE IT A COSTUME PARTY AND HAVE IT ON HALLOWEEN!"

You sighed. "I really don't know, Jess," you said. "I'm just not in a party mood right now."

Jessica gave you the look. It was a look she always gave you when she felt that you were being ridiculous. "Y/N, you have been through more shit in these past few months than anyone else I know!!" she said. "You deserve to have this party! Plus we can have it at my place!!! That way you won't have to worry about doing anything - you can just show up!"

That was a good point. "Just attending a party wouldn't be so bad," you thought. "And she's right...I do deserve to have some fun..."

"Okay, let's do it!"

Jessica yelled with excitement and downed another shot of Blackheart.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

You thought that fate was testing you when you realized that Halloween was on a Saturday this year. There was no way you were going to be able to dip out at the last minute, nor were your other friends that Jessica invited. Still, you worked up the courage to walk up to Jessica's apartment, wearing your costume. You decided to dress up as Wanda from WandaVision, only you went with her costume from the comics and not the one from the cinematic universe. After Jessica - who decided to dress up as Agatha Harkness from WandaVision - let you inside, you made your way to the kitchen for some of Jessica's infamous Halloween punch. You definitely were going to need some of this to help you get through the night.

Just as you expected, you spent most of the night standing in the corner by the television in the living room. You did catch up with some old friends, though, which was nice. They all went to Julliard with you and Jessica and had all managed to get jobs in the fields they majored in, whether it be theater, dance, or something else. There were some people there that you did not know though, but you figured they were probably other friends of Jessica's or friends of your classmates' that you also have not met before. You decided to keep your distance from them as much as you could; you really did not want to talk to anyone new tonight.

But the more the party continued on into the night, you found yourself starting to mingle a little more. You sang karaoke and even played Mario Kart on Jessica's Nintendo Switch. After losing another round of Mario Kart, you handed the controller to one of your Julliard friends and decided to return to the kitchen for a glass of water. The kitchen was already occupied by two other guests, whom you have never seen before. Both were in costume, one was dressed up as a cat and the other one was dressed up as a sexy sailor and they seemed to be debating something. Fortunately, they did not seem to notice you. Just as you were about to open the fridge for the Brita pitcher, you finally heard what they were talking about.

"GIRL NO WAY! Tom Holland is definitely the superior Spider-Man!" said the cat.

The sexy sailor scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Andrew Garfield is a thousand times better! At least he was able to make Peter more competent instead of a whiny idiot."

The cat groaned in frustration. "But Tom is so hot, though!" she said. "I wonder if he's still dating that other actress? The one that was in that Netflix show that one season?"

"Shit!" you thought. You quickly shut the fridge and exited the kitchen but lingered outside the doorway. Your curiosity was getting the better of you.

"Nah, they broke up a while ago," the sailor said matter-of-factly. You heard the cat girl gasp. "NO! They were so cute together! Wowww, they were really together for a long time then, huh? I wonder why they broke up..."

The sailor did not answer right away. "I'm not sure. He's apparently dating that model now, though. You know, the one that's always in those Gucci ads? I read that he cheated on that actress with her!"

It felt like your heart dropped in the pit of your stomach. It turned out your suspicions were true after all. Tom really did cheat on you with her.

You could not listen to the conversation anymore. You bolted from the entranceway, trying to make your way to the balcony. You heard Jessica ask what was wrong, but you did not stop to respond. After pushing through some of the party guests, you made your way to the sliding glass door, slid it open, and stepped outside. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that no one was out there. You could also hear the excuses that Jessica was telling some of the guests inside, but you honestly did not care how you looked right now. You just needed to catch your breath and process everything you just heard.

You pulled up one of the chairs and sat in it, putting your face in your hands, trying to hold back your tears. Everything you had suspected about Tom leading up to the breakup was true. It explained everything - the distance, him being short with you, all of it. You did not want to be right; you really hoped that it was something else - something, anything other than this.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "It's not fair!" you thought.

It truly felt like you were watching him move on without you. He was out in the world, prancing around with her, while you felt frozen in time. "Why couldn't he have just been honest with me?? Why did he keep this from me??? Why???" You hated that you had to find out the truth from two nobodies at a party eight months after everything ended. You were starting to feel angry now; you just wanted to punch something - anything. You wanted to scream. You wanted to just scream and cry.

Flashes of moments you had with him started appearing behind your eyes. The time he surprised you on the set of a photoshoot with a single daisy he had picked outside the studio. How whenever you both walked through crowds, he would grab your hand and gently squeeze it twice. Meeting each other at the airports - him at JFK and you at Heathrow. Every time he touched you, whether it was the way he put his hand on your waist whenever you went to an event, the way he held your hand whenever he could, the way his hugs felt especially after not seeing each other for a long time, and the way he held you in bed late at night. You also thought how you would sometimes lay awake at night and just watch him sleep, and as you listened to him breathe, your heart just swelled with love.

But those days were gone.

The sliding door to the balcony opening pulled you out of your thoughts. "I found her Jess!"

Your breath hitched in your throat. You had heard that voice before. You looked up and your eyes grew wide as saucers when you saw who was standing in front of you.

"Hey Y/N....been a while, hasn't it?" It was Harrison fucking Osterfield, Tom's best friend.

"Harrison???" you gasped, gaping at him as if he were from another planet. Despite being dressed up as an eighteenth-century nobleman that looked like got mauled to death by a monster, you knew it was him. Those piercing eyes gave it away.

He shrugged his shoulders and gave a gentle smirk. He offered you a bottle of cider, which you took. "Mind if sit down?" he asked, setting his bottle on the table. You nodded and gestured to the empty chair next to you. The overall shock wore off and now the air was beginning to feel tense. It had been a long time since you last saw him, even longer since you last saw Tom. Your mind began to race. "What do I say? Do I even say anything at all? What if he brings up Tom? Does he know what happened? What if he asks? What do I say if he does? What if -"

"How have you been?" he asked, awkwardly. You realized that he was beginning to feel the tension too. You shifted in your seat. "....Uh....okay, I guess," you answered. There was a moment of silence. "What brings you here? D-Did Jess invite you?" you stammered.

Harrison popped open his bottle of cider. "Yeah, she did," Harrison chuckled. "It was kind of out of the blue, but I haven't seen her in a while so I'd thought I'd come." You knew that Jess and Harrison hit it off after you invited her to your Fourth of July party with Tom almost a year ago. It surprised you a little that she would continue to talk to him after the breakup, but it did not make you angry. You knew they had a bond and honestly, the fact that your drama did not come between them made you feel relieved.

"It's okay that I'm here right? I don't want to make this awkward..."

"Fuck!" You decided that it was time to pop open the cider. "Say something, you idiot!" You shook your head and answered, "No...I'm glad you're here." You took a sip of the cider. "Like you said, it's been a long time."

That's when it dawned on you that if Harrison was in town, then that means there was a possibility that Tom was in town too. This caused you to grip the body of the cider bottle.

You both sat there in silence for a few moments. You took in the sounds of the commotion going down on the street below: the honking horns, the screeching tires, anything to distract you from the building pressure in your stomach. You thought that Harrison was feeling it too, but he definitely was not showing it. But he was always poised like that; it was one thing that you admired about him.

"You remember that night that all of us went and got hammered and we ended up back here on this balcony?"

You laughed. You immediately knew what Harrison was talking about. "Yeah, and Jessica kept doing her impression of Arnold Schwarzenegger from Predator?"

"GET TO THA CHOPPAH!"

You both burst out laughing. "Yeah, that's the one!" Harrison tossed his head back in the chair. "I thought Tom was going to piss himself," he laughed. You chuckled and thought back to that night. Tom laughed so hard that his face turned bright red and he started crying. His laughs had turned into squeaks as he gasped for air. Since then, he always brought up the "get to tha choppah!" line, especially during quiet moments between you two.

Harrison had noticed you had gone silent and he took another drink of the cider. "I hope I'm not out of line, but he does miss you, you know."

You did not give yourself time to process what Harrison just said; you just reacted. "What the fuck, Harrison?" you snapped. You shot up from your chair. All of the emotions you felt before Harrison sat down began to boil over. "Was this your plan the whole time??? T-To just come here and...and drop this bomb on me???" You could feel yourself wanting to cry but you did your best to hold back your tears. "Also, how dare you get involved! What makes you think you know the full story of everything that happened between us? Fuck, I didn't get the entire truth eight months ago! I HAD TO FIND OUT ABOUT IT TONIGHT! He didn't have the fucking balls to tell me to my face, I had to find out from strangers!" Your face suddenly felt cold and that was when you realized that the tears you were trying so hard to hold back were finally free. You glared at Harrison, who continued to sit in his chair, chewing on his lower lip. He never said a word as you screamed at him, just patiently waited. There were more thoughts that were racing through your mind, but you could not compel yourself to say them. They were not for Harrison; they were for Tom, and honestly, Harrison did not deserve to hear them. You clenched your fists and tried to catch your wavering breath. That was when Harrison got to his feet, still holding the bottle of cider.

"Look Y/N, I'm not going to pretend that I know every detail of what happened between you two. I only know what he told me -"

"And what did he tell you exactly? That he cheated on me??" you spat. "Because that's apparently what he did!"

Harrison sighed. "I just know he hasn't been the same since you guys broke up." His voice never wavered; it was still calm and leveled. "When you were together, it was the best I've ever seen him. Now...it's just different, believe me."

You sighed and reached up to wipe your tears away. "That's not my fault, Haz," you retorted. "From where I'm standing he did this to himself. He did this to us." You crossed your arms over your chest. "And honestly, I don't appreciate how you're trying to paint me as the bad person here."

Harrison let out another sigh and reached a hand to rub the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Y/N, truly," he admitted. "It's just Tom's my best mate..." Harrison's voice drifted off and he used his free hand to grab a folded piece of paper from his pocket.

"I know this is asking a lot. I know I'm being completely out of line...and I can't imagine what else you could be feeling right now," he said, reaching his hand out towards you, "but please take this."

There was a tinge of desperation in Harrison's voice that you have never heard before. Although you knew better, you took the piece of paper from Harrison's hand and opened it. It was a phone number written in a familiar scrawl. You recognized both right away.

"He didn't know if you had deleted it or not..." Harrison quickly explained, his voice drifting off near the end.

You shook your head. "I never did."

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I do remember the swing of your step The life of the party, you're showing off again And I roll my eyes and then You pull me in I'm not much for dancing But for you I did

Even though you did not like parties, you loved going to them with Tom. He had known early on in your relationship that parties were not your favorite things in the world, which caused him to do everything he could to ease your anxieties.

It was New Year's Eve and you were standing in the corner of the reception hall, holding a glass of champagne. Tom had invited you to a party that was being thrown by a friend of his family at their home outside of London. It was a rather large gathering; you estimated that there were more than fifty people there. You had spent the first hour or so introducing yourself to the party guests, with Tom by your side. As you both moved around the room, his hand never left the small of your back. Feeling his fingertips touch your bare skin never failed to make you feel so at peace. It was like you had your own personal anchor.

You snapped out of your daze when Tom emerged from the crowd with two small plates of food from the buffet table, which you graciously accepted. Tom took you by lead you through the next room and out a side door, which lead into a massive garden that was covered in dim lights and full of bushes that you surely knew would be in full bloom in the warmer months. You continued to follow him down a stone path, past at a glorious Fiore stone fountain and some benches, until you finally reached the entrance to the sun porch. Tom flicked the light switch and you sat down on the couch. It was a pretty cozy sun porch; the room was covered with windows and in the corner was a small woodstove. On either side of the couch, were two chairs and there was a coffee table in the middle of the room.

"Be right back," Tom said as he hurried out the door. He was not gone for long though and when he returned, he had a couple of firewood logs in his hands. You watched as he tossed them inside the sun porch and picked up the little matchbox on the coffee table, striking it, and throwing it inside before closing the door. The smell of burned wood entered your nose and the room started to get warmer. "There we are!" he said proudly.

He went to join you on the couch. "Thought you could use a break," he said, picking up his own plate of food. "Thank you," you said, scooting closer to him, "you're just so wonderful." You know that was mostly the champagne talking, but you still meant every word of it.

Tom smirked. "Well, I do try hard darling." You giggled and picked up one of the sandwiches on your plate. God, you were starving.

The two of you sat there in silence as you ate. It was not awkward; rather it was comfortable. You could hear the ruckus of the party through the walls, but it was not bothersome. You were just happy sitting next to Tom on this comfortable couch, hearing the wood crack as it burned in the woodstove. When you were through with your food, you sat your plate on the table and snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest. You smiled when you felt his lips kiss the top of your head. You saw Tom glance at the time on his phone. It was eleven o'clock.

"Time to get started!" Tom announced getting to his feet. He turned around to face you, scrolling through his phone.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"You'll seeeeee," Tom teased, grinning. He continued to scroll through his phone for a few moments, while you continued to eye him suspiciously. "Ah, here we are!" He put his phone behind his back, held out his hand, and said, "Y/N, may I have this dance?"

Your face immediately turned hot. You giggled nervously and bit your bottom lip cheekily. Tom knew that you were not much for dancing, but there was just something about the way he was standing before you in the dim light, his hand held out, his curly hair smooth and slicked back with a gentle smile on his face that made you change your mind. You took his hand and then began to hear Donna Lewis' I Love You Always and Forever start to play on his phone's speaker. This was one of your favorite songs.

Tom set the phone on the table and pulled you into him. His left hand rested on your lower back, while his right laced his fingers with yours. The two of you swayed to the slow melody that lasted for a few minutes at the beginning of the song but when the tempo changed and started getting faster, Tom surprised you by spinning you around and picking up the pace. You laughed as you danced along, holding onto Tom's hands as you both moved around the room.

You continued to stay in the sun porch the rest of the night, dancing along to every song that Tom had put on the playlist. Some were fast like Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede, The Power of Love by Huey Lewis & The News (from Back to the Future, one of Tom's favorite films), and Mad Love by The Neon Trees, and some were more slow and sweet like All Through The Night by Cyndi Lauper, Butterflies by Kacey Musgraves, and I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden. Although you loved every moment when you danced with him, it was honestly a lot more fun watching Tom come up with his own dance moves to some of the songs.

Just as the last song was playing, Tom picked up his phone. Both of you noticed the time - it was one minute until midnight. You pushed the loose strands of hair out of your face; your bun was starting to come loose. Sometime during the dancing, you had kicked off your shoes and Tom had removed his blazer, wearing only his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"We should get back to the party," you said, trying to fix your hair and find the blazer and your shoes. Tom pushed a few more buttons on his phone and set it back down on the table. "Let's just stay here," he suggested. You smiled and reached for his hand. As he pulled you back into your arms, you could hear the party guests counting down the last thirty seconds of the new year from inside.

"I had a lovely time tonight, Mr. Holland," you said coyly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Mmm, so did I Miss Y/L/N," he said, his hand rubbing your lower back.

"I look forward to seeing you again next year!" you teased. Tom threw his head back with laughter.

The countdown from inside the house grew louder and louder. "TEN...NINE...EIGHT...SEVEN..."

You and Tom gently swayed back and forth as it continued to get closer to midnight. You knew there was not enough time to express how much you loved him and how much you loved everything about tonight. As you took him in - his tired brown eyes, his messy dark hair, and the fading scent of his cologne - you mustered an, "I love you, Tom" under your breath.

"SIX...FIVE...FOUR...THREE..."

"I love you too, Y/N," he said. His voice was low and tired, but it was sincere. You could just feel it.

You kissed as the guests screamed, "Happy New Year!" from inside the house.

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Not many of the party guests notice you return from the balcony, which you were grateful for. You quickly made your way to Jessica's bedroom to retrieve your coat, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. As you closed the door behind you with your coat in your hands, you were met with Jessica who was standing somberly at the end of the hall.

"Everything okay?" she asked, nervously, rubbing her fingers together.

You sighed. "Not really, but I'll find a way to deal."

"I...ugh, I'm so sorry for inviting Haz," she stammered. "I...I thought that" -

You cut Jessica off by pulling her into a hug. "I'm not mad about that, Jess, truly," you assured her.

"Okay," she said, sounding relieved, but still worried. "Call me later?"

"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow," you said, pulling away. "I just want to get home right now."

You knew it was rude to leave without saying goodbye to anyone, especially your Julliard friends, but you truly wanted nothing more than to escape. You figured that Jessica would explain things to them anyway; maybe not the full story, but just enough to make up for it. You made your way to the lobby of Jessica's building, your shoes clacking against the concrete floor. You decided to take an Uber home and as you sat in the backseat, you reached into your pocket to make sure that the piece of paper with Tom's phone number on it was still there.

Even though you still had his number in your phone and did not really need it, it comforted you to feel the wrinkly texture of the folded paper against your fingers.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

You did not get much sleep that night. You tried to shut your eyes after you changed out of your costume and taking a shower, but your mind was still racing over everything that Harrison told you about an hour ago.

Something took hold of you around 2:30 AM and after tossing and turning, you threw the covers aside and got out of bed. After flicking on the bedroom light, you lightly stomped over to your closet and slid open the doors, tossing aside shoes and other items until you found the box of items that Tom had given you on the last day you saw each other.

You pushed the items you tossed aside and sat down on the floor, ripping open the top of the box. Your favorite tea mug was now cracked, which did not surprise you considering how you tossed it around. Tom had got you that mug when you first moved in together. It was white and round, with an image of a sleeping fox on the front of it. You took the ceramic pieces out and set them aside, making a mental note to glue them back together. You continued to go through the box, taking out the spare cell phone charger, the old pair of headphones, and the paintbrush set. You unwound the blue and grey plaid scarf and pulled it up to your nose, taking in the familiar scent. It still smelled like pine needles from that cabin trip you went on with Tom and his family that one Christmas and the familiar smell of the space that you and Tom shared together. You set the scarf next to the previous items and looked at the bottom of the box: the small, red photo album was still there.

You took a deep breath and picked up the album, tracing your fingers over the cover. The album itself was nothing special; you found it at a greeting card store one day and thought it would be a good gift for Tom. You turned the cover and slowly turned the pages, reliving the past - the life you had with Tom. Some of the photos you had taken, but there were some that he also took. Most of them were from the trips you had taken together - the cabin trip that one Christmas, Fourth of July in Malibu, Christmas and New Years with Tom and his family, and the trip to Hawaii you took for your one-year anniversary. There were some candid ones that were in there as well - the night that Harrison talked about at the party, a photo of you wrapped up in the duvet that was on the bed you shared sticking your tongue out, one you sneakily took of Tom sleeping on the couch, and another one Tom took of you reading a book on the balcony of your old apartment.

There were so many memories in this little album. Some moments you forgot happened, such as the random photoshoot you and Tom decided to throw in your living room and you swapped clothes and the first time you decided to cook a whole chicken for the two of you, only you ended up burning the entire bird and there was a photo of you upset over it in the kitchen to prove it.

Although you were not smiling in every photo, there was definitely joy and love. You thought back to the conversation you had with Harrison and wondered if what he said was true. Did Tom really miss these moments you shared together?

You got to your feet and returned to bed. You continued to look at the photos again before your eyes became too heavy and you finally fell asleep.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

And I hope the sun shines And it's a beautiful day And something reminds you You wish you had stayed You can plan for a change in weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind

You woke the next morning with the sun blaring its rays through the window and kicked yourself for not closing the curtains last night. As you pulled your blanket over your head to shield your eyes, you heard the sound of a thump on the floor. It took you a few moments to remember that you opened the box the night before and went to sleep looking at the photo album.

You continued to drift in and out of sleep for the next few hours. Your head ached and you just felt so wiped out. You replayed the night's events over in your head: you went to Jessica's Halloween party, you overheard those two girls confirm your suspicion of Tom cheating on you, and Harrison showed up and decided to drop a bomb on you, which was that Tom apparently missed you. You still had no idea what you were going to do about that.

You rolled back over to the bedside table and picked up your phone. It was almost half-past noon; you could not believe that you slept in so late. Despite the fact that you were annoyed at the sun for waking you up, you could tell that it was going to be a beautiful autumn day. You began to scroll through your notifications and noticed a lot of text messages and a couple of missed calls from Jessica. You were just about to go through them all when the sound of the buzzer almost jolted you out of bed.

"Who the fuck could that be?" you thought. The buzzer rang again as you got out of bed and put your robe on. You scurried your way to the door and pressed the button. "Yes, who is it?" you asked, stifling a yawn.

You were not prepared for what was on the other end.

"Uh....hey, Y/N," a familiar English accent said through the speaker. You jumped back a little, your heart pounding in your throat. "Holy fuck!" you thought. "What is Tom doing here??" You clutched your robe tighter around you as Tom's voice came through again.

"It's me...c-can I come up?"

#tom holland #harrison osterfield #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #taylor swift #last kiss #fic: changing minds #fandom: rpf #rpf: tom holland #ch: ofc #ch: reader

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pandoras-princess · 3 years

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Next Best Thing (Tommy Shelby x fem!reader, John Shelby x fem!reader)

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A/N: Woop wooop! Helloooo my lovely peoples!! 🌸 yes I am wayyy overly excited because this part just came out so effortlessly so I am hyper af 💃💃 I am very happy to welcome you to part three, and while it may seem a little lacklustre, it’s the lead up to the final part which will be show stopping material and I hope you’ll agree 🤗 you have all been so nice and absolutely amazing about this fic and I appreciate it so much I can’t wait to bring you part four 🥰🥰🥰 but let me shut up and get to it. Happy Reading Peoples! 🥳🥳 as ever I appreciate every like, reblog and follow, feedback is always welcome 😌

P.S: Y/N/N = your nickname

Summary: Fantasies are shattered and dreams come true as Y/N navigates her way through this messy love triangle...

Pairing: (OOC) Tommy Shelby x fem!reader, John Shelby x fem!reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood, alcohol

PART ONE PART TWO PART FOUR

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“What can I get ya?” You shout to the burly man on the other side of the bar.

“Two whiskeys and a pint of beer love!”

The buzz of the crowd continues to drown out your voice, which not only made your job unnecessarily hard, but also provided a little tune for the tiny men occupying your skull to hammer away to, so it turns out.

Little hairs lining your throat were long since singed and a dull ache seeps through the bones in your feet as you set about preparing the next round of drinks.

Quickly scanning the area to your left, a smile spreads across your face when you land on the pair of ice blue eyes you were after, his cheeky wink inspiring a new burst of energy in your overworked muscles.

That smile drops as quickly as it spreads; the once friendly and loving gaze of your best friend now replaced with a cold glare.

In the weeks that had followed your last encounter John hadn’t been near or by the house, and every time you had a shift at the Garrison he was conveniently held up elsewhere. It was the longest you’d ever gone without speaking to him and it was safe to say you couldn’t take much more.

One of these days you’d have your old Johnny back, you thought.

One of these days...

“Where’ve all the glasses gone?”

“Out there.”

Harry’s thumb jerks in the direction of the ever growing crowd, earning an all too familiar groan in response.

‘Get a job you said... it’ll be fun you said... it’s just pulling pints!’

You disappear into the sea of people grumbling to yourself, only managing to grab four empty pints before you begin to carve a route back. Your struggle - along with your mood - was only to be made worse as you near two men in the midst of an argument, the stench of beer and stale cigarettes rudely invading your senses.

“Excuse me!”

“What yerr shaying about me wife” the large man slurs, entirely oblivious to your presence behind him.

“Excuse me!”

Nothing.

“Excuse m-”

You watch, frozen in horror, as his fist connects with the second man’s jaw, sending the large brute hurtling into you.

Crashing to the ground, a pained scream tears from your throat.

Tommy - who was engrossed in a conversation with his two brothers - hadn’t witnessed you get hurt, but he definitely heard it.

He shoves his way through the crowd until he is met with your body hunched over, quietly whimpering as you attempt to dislodge shards of glass from your right palm. His eyes follow the steady stream of blood trickling down your arm and any facade he held about your relationship quickly fades away.

“You’ve hurt my girl.”

He rounds on the man responsible, nostrils flaring and lips snarling as he reaches for the deadly cap atop his head.

Despite being a good foot taller, the stranger shrinks away, vigorously shaking his head as he rushes to apologise.

“I’m so-sorry Tom real sorry. It- it was an accident I didn’t know she was y-yours ho-honest!”

“I suggest you leave.” Tommy spits out. “That goes for everyone. Leave, now!”

The once jolly punters trip over themselves to squeeze through the narrow doors. Within a matter of minutes the pub is empty and Tommy is crouched at your side inspecting the cuts.

John remains in his seat, jaw set and knuckles white, as Tommy scoops you up and disappears into the office.

He carefully lowers you onto the desk; a warm kiss lingering on your forehead as he’s tending to your injuries.

“You’re okay Princess” he mumbles wrapping a bandage around your hand. Whether he was reassuring you or himself you weren’t quite sure. But thoughts of any kind are banished from your mind as he draws you into a kiss.

His lips are chapped and salty as they move against yours. It was slow and it was sweet. It was the kind of kiss that called every hair to attention; the kind of kiss that replays in your mind as you drift to sleep.

Without warning Tommy is ripped away from you, an involuntary yelp slipping out at the sudden loss of contact. Brain scrambling to make sense of it all you soon zone in on John’s forearm tight against Tommy’s throat pinning him to the wall.

“You bastard! I warned you- I warned you to stay away from her! She’s not one of your little whores you can pick up and fuck off when you get bored. I fucking told you to stay away!”

“What do you mean, you warned him?”

The quietness that followed easily could’ve been passed off as nobody hearing your question. And it probably would’ve been, if you hadn’t seen the slight drop of John’s head.

It was physically impossible for him to ignore you; it always had been.

Tommy took this opportunity to push his younger brother away and the two men stood glaring daggers at each other, embroiled in an argument only they were privy to.

“Tommy, what’s he talking about?!” You ask your boyfriend, who was now unable to meet your eye.

Once again your question is met with silence.

“Will somebody bloody answer me!”

Your small hands ball into fists at your sides as you look between them.

John’s face softens when he finally looks at you, the confusion that passes over your delicate features serving to break his heart further.

The guilt that flashes in his eyes as he threads a hand through his hair adds to your impatience. “Well get on with it then!”

“He knew, Y/N/N, that you liked him. He knew because he read your diary. He already knew and he had it all planned out in his little fucking mind the minute you asked him for the job. Why’d ye think he said yes? I told him-” an accusatory finger points at Tom standing a few feet away “-you weren’t to be played with, and now look!”

You fail to register John lunging at Tom. You fail to register the scuffle that ensues as a result. You fail to register Polly screaming at the top of her lungs to separate the brawling idiots.

Piece by piece, memory by memory, your new found utopia crumbles between your fingers and you stand, completely oblivious to your surroundings, as everything clicks into place.

“You knew?” You whisper, inching towards Tommy.

He watches you shift from confusion to anger to disgust as the revelation sinks in, shredding through the trust he’d so effortlessly built. And he was utterly powerless to stop it.

“The whole time... you knew? When you came to me and- and asked me to... you knew?!”

His mouth opens, but the words escape him.

With a final shake of your head, your trembling figure retreats from the office; the following slam of the double doors eliciting a flinch from everyone.

The parilysis subsides, and he jams his finger into John’s chest. “You have no fucking idea.”

“Y/N wait.”

Your feet cry out and your muscles scream in protest as you storm down the cobbled road, Tommy hot on your heels. But with the searing pain in your hand creeping up your wrist, you push on, desperate to escape any person with Shelby as their last name.

“Y/N please I can explain!”

“You can explain? You can explain?!” Shrieking you finally give in to the blind rage that threatens to consume you.

“You can explain what exactly Thomas? You can explain how you violated every ounce of trust we’ve ever had? You can explain how you thought it’d be a good old laugh to have me convince the man I was hopelessly in love with to marry someone else?! You can explain how the past 7 months - everything between us - was one big lie! You don’t need to explain anything Tom, honest. It all seems pretty fucking clear to me.”

Tommy watches your hands wave and point and clap and throw themselves in the air as the anger pours out of your every word. See, it was a tough one for him really. On the one hand, he’d really fucked up and the least he could do was pay attention to the scolding he was rightfully due. On the other, you were so god-damned irresistible when you were angry it was driving him mad.

“God Tommy! I thought you were different! I actually thought you were fucking different. I thought you loved me, not as a lie, not out of fear, but honest true love. And that’s the worst part, really Tom, it’s not that you pulled the wool over my eyes, no no, it’s that I fooled myself into thinking this was actually real! I should’ve known I was just another pawn in your stupid game.”

Whirling around, you resume your getaway.

“If this was all a game, why would I have this?”

When your body slowly turns back to face him, Tommy knows the argument is done.

“What are you...” your voice trails off as you find Tom on one knee in the middle of the deserted street.

He held a little black box, and in that little black box sat a gold ring set with a diamond so flawless it remained sparkling under the gloomy skies of Small Heath, and a sapphire so blue you’d get lost at sea if you dared to stare too long.

“I do love you Y/N, have done for a while. Not as a game, not until I get bored, just honest true love.”

Tommy moves to stand in front of you, stopping inches from the tip of your nose. He takes your left hand and slides the ring onto your fourth finger with ease, pausing to admire the look of the gold metal against your smooth skin.

“I had to ask you to convince John or you’d still be in love with him today, wasting away oblivious to how much you’re really worth. Yes I had a plan when this started, but I could never have planned falling in love with you-”

Chapped lips graze over your knuckles, kissing each one softly.

“-I could never have planned the amount of time I spend thinking about you in your absence-”

His lips brush over your wrist, leaving pecks along the length your arm.

“-and I could never plan the desperate need to hold you in my arms, to see your smile and hear your laugh and cherish you, because you’re the only thing in this god foresaken world that can keep the storms at bay.”

His feather-light kisses trail over your shoulder and along the curve of your neck, stopping just above your lips in an undeclared challenge. You close the distance, hungrily drawing his bottom lip between your teeth as his fingers tug at your roots, deepening the kiss.

The intoxicating taste of sweet smoke and Irish whiskey sweeps over your tastebuds and you tangle your fingers in his soft brown tresses.

Reluctantly separating a few seconds later, you’re both left panting as you make up for the lack of air. His hands make themselves at home on your waist, whilst yours settle comfortably on his chest.

“You know... I never did say yes” you smirk, twisting the gold band around your finger.

“Mm it was implied.”

So caught up in the joys of young love were you and your fiancé, that you failed to notice the wooden doorway supporting John’s weight as he watched in the distance...

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ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey · 3 years

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A Secure guy

Written for the Hinny Ficfest 2021.

Thank you @clarensjoy for organizing this! Really! We're so lucky to have you!!

@thedistantdusk , you're a sweetheart and I love you. Thank you again for everything. That was the sweetest surprise.

Prompts:

#66: “That was the last time. I’m serious this time.”

#85: “She deserves flowers and gifts and a secure guy who isn’t almost murdered by lunatics left and right and I can’t give her that.”

Also available on Ao3.

TW: Rated M just in case. And really angsty.

She deserved flowers and gifts and a secure guy who wasn’t almost murdered by lunatics left and right and he couldn’t give her that.

Harry knew it was a matter of time, he wasn’t that stupid or delusional.

He just hoped it’d never come and the emotions jostling in his heart hurt like hell, so much more he’d thought it would.

The bed bounced when she retrieved her jumper from the floor of his room and got dressed.

“That was the last time. I’m serious this time,” Ginny murmured in the night, hooking her bra behind her back, her voice colder than ever before.

Harry contented himself to nod, unable to come up with a reply anyway. The ball in his throat suffocated him, and yet, to his despair, he wasn’t dying.

She meant it this time, it was evident. He had to resign himself that it was over, the end of a story, of a story he had himself destroyed. Ginny had turned the page and it wasn’t her fault if he was still stuck in the past.

It was over. Never again would the tips of his fingers graze her hot skin, his palms brush her thighs, his lips skim her face or his nails scratch at her back.

It would be someone else’s task now, he reckoned.

She hadn’t looked at him at all this time, keeping her eyes shut, her lips away from his, like it was now forbidden to cross that line. He’d noticed the difference right away, leaving him tight-lipped. His lips had searched hers but she’d turned her head, her long hair colliding with his face. His heart racing, his movements unsteady, he’d tried again, but she’d pulled back completely, increasing the speed of her hips connecting with his, her hands clutching his biceps.

Harry understood at this instant that something had changed in their intimate relationship, that she wasn’t interested to share that part of her with him anymore. He contented himself to observe her while he was trying to pleasure her, her silhouette blurred from his lack of glasses. He cherished every pant and sigh coming from her lips, touching, with a heavy heart, these sections of her body only he knew of.

For now.

It had killed him to not feel her trembling on him from the intensity of their love-making. Ginny had jumped from him the second she finished like he’d burned her. Clenching his jaw, he realized another man would have that chance now, and that he should have relished in it more the last time they had been together. He hadn’t expected it, as stupid as it sounded, and now he was let trying to grasp at every single souvenirs of it he could recover in his memory.

Thus far, she’d stayed close to him in bed after, her head on his chest, her sweet smelling hair tickling his chin, just like before he decided to fuck it up.

But he prefered to crush his dream life then to live with the possibility of endangering her.

She got off of the bed, the sheet moving from his bare chest at the same time. He couldn’t look at her getting dressed or leaving his room for the last time, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to bear it, that it would be the last image of them sharing something intimate together.

It was his decision and he couldn’t expect her to act like he hadn’t broken up with her.

Again.

His eyes stung, and yet, he did nothing to stop it, too devastated to sooth the pain. He stared at the ceiling of his room, arms crossed over his heart, attempting to protect the last bit of dignity he could gather.

The door closed behind her, the click reasonating in his ears, and he was left alone to face his intolerable heartache like a big boy. But it hurt more than knowing you were the only one to save the world, more than wishing your mum would rock you at night after a nightmare, realizing your aunt would probably be willing to do that for anyone else but you. Because you were different, you were dangerous.

Because Ginny had been the only one he’d ever trusted enough to be completely vulnerable in her presence, with whom he’d accepted to share the most private parts of him. Their relationship had been a turning point in his life, raw, essential to his survival. Special enough that she could scream to the world the feel of her lips on his was the principal reason they were rid of Voldemort.

The first threatening sob escaped his lips, the sound breaking the silence of the room, and then another, and another, and he found himself unable to control his shaken body.

Rolling on his side, he brought up his knees to his chest, struggling to breathe, the flow of his tears flooding his pillow.

He deserved the pain. He deserved it. Because he was different, too dangerous, and Ginny couldn’t be with him.

He grasped his comforter, bringing it to his nose in hope it was filled with her flowery scent and he could get the impression she was here, close to him. Just one last time. Just once.

Crying convulsively, shedding tear after tear, Harry didn’t even hear when the door creaked again.

“Sorry I forgot my- Harry?!”

He tried, really tried, to stop the last sob from crossing his lips, in vain. Sealing his lips together, Harry hoped Ginny wouldn’t judge him or take pity on him, or worse, fetch Ron.

He stayed still, hearing his heart pumping in his ears and feeling dizzy from the sadness and anger at himself consuming his insides.

The mattress sank under Ginny’s weight and Harry felt her feet against his calves. One of her hands settled on his shoulder, the other one taking residence in his hair, tentatively brushing lock after lock. She pressed against his back, her clothes remembering him she didn’t stay this time.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m here,” she whispered in his ear.

“You-you don’t want to be here,” he managed to reply, shame rousing inside him. Harry was mortified she found him in a ball on his bed after they just had sex. His chagrin was eating him alive, sending him spiralling in a dark void where he could only feel hatred and disgust for himself, but also heartache and something related to agony, he was sure of it.

The silence stretched a moment until Harry sniffed, his hand squeezing the comforter tighter against his chest. An owl hooted outside, reviving Harry’s melancholy at not having Hedwig to talk to, with whom he could share without embarrassment his fright of dying without being loved.

“That’s only because you don’t want me to be here, Harry,” murmured Ginny, her words shattering his heart. Regret burnt in his veins, knowing he’d afflicted Ginny with his deepest terror.

Being dumped, ditched by the person you trusted the most.

Harry turned on his back, needing her to understand she did nothing wrong, on the contrary, that he never wanted her to feel abandoned or betrayed. But the words died in his throat when he saw her eyes filled with her own tears.

“I just want to protect you from me,” he pleaded with her to understand. She had to understand.

Ginny closed her eyes, inhaling sharply, the hand that was on his shoulder now playing with the hair on his chest, close to his heart. Harry remembered that time to cherish it, to incrust in his mind the solace her small fingers on his skin brought him, soothing the violent anguish torturing his mind. “You’re hurting me more than anyone else could ever do,” she spat at him.

He sniffed again, her words like a knife twisting his heart. He searched for something to say, for the best way to explain his train of thoughts, but he’d never been the best at formulating his idea.

“Well, I guess I have nothing else to do here,” said Ginny, and he felt her hand lifting from his chest.

He panicked. “No, no. Stay. Please, Ginny.”

She frowned. “Why? For me to hurt even more when you’ll tell me you didn’t change your mind? That you still don’t want to be with me? Just in case? You can’t, Harry. It can’t continue. You can’t fuck me, kiss me like we were still together, and then expect me to be all good with it when you gently remind me we’re not. It’s destroying me,” Ginny said, her voice cracking. Her hand lifted to her mouth and she closed her eyes before turning her back to him, exactly like she did when he let her alone in her room after their last kiss years ago.

He let her down so many times.

But all he could think of was that: Was she really thinking he only used her body lately for his own physical needs? How could she have been aware that each time they had touched, it had been the only times he’d felt alive lately?

She wasn’t trusting him anymore, just like most people she knew. He was now discarded in the “dangerous category”, the same as Tom.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Swallowing, he pressed his palms to his teary eyes, begging himself to regain control of his emotions. Harry sat up, his hand shaking when he moved it to her back. “Don’t- don’t hide from me.”

He started caressing her back, feeling more confident with her than he ever felt with any other crying girl. Merlin, he was so messed up, he didn’t even know why Ginny ever wanted him.

Harry should have realised Ginny's trust was something difficult --maybe impossible-- to regain, and that was why she didn’t turn back, still trying to muffle up her sobs.

He had to try though, to show her it was real what they ever shared, that he meant it when he told her he loved her. He should have said it more, showed it more.

At this point, Harry didn’t even know what he was doing, his mind confused, his needs, desires, dreams and fears all twirling and colliding in his head. There were still dangers at being with him, to be displayed by his side, to be linked to him, and his anxiety of losing her was strong enough to leave him breathless and choking in fear. Harry was unable to think straight when it happened, ready to do anything to keep her safe.

Yet, he made a mistake. Again. He knew it now.

“I’m sorry, Gin. I never wanted to hurt you,” he said, laying his forehead on her shoulder.

The tears started flowing from his eyes again but he didn’t hold them in, knowing it was no use. Not when it came to her being in pain, a pain he caused.

“I-I don’t,” he tried. “I don’t know what-what to do. I don’t want you to die too.”

There was a beat, and then Ginny turned, laying her forehead on his, keeping her eyes close. “I understand, I’m terrorized by the idea of you dying too,” she confided to him, her fingers dancing around his wrist. “Just- I’m my own person and it’s my choice who I date. Just act with your heart for once. I’ll deal with your decision, but-”

“Can I kiss you?” whispered Harry, knowing he’d made up his mind. A life without her was meaningless and he was nonfunctional without her love. His hand went up to her freckled cheek, the skin there so soft compared to his rough palm.

Taken aback, Ginny swallowed before humming in response. Without opening her eyes, she leaned her mouth to his, her breath warming his chin. The tip of her tongue moisted her lips in the most tantalizing way, causing Harry’s head to spin, and then she crushed her lips to his.

He kissed her with fervor, with a passion he wasn’t aware he was capable of. She pushed on his chest and he brought her body with his on the mattress. Straddling him, she kissed his neck and he felt himself being consumed with desire, with a powerful lust leaving him panting. Ginny chuckled in his neck and then lifted her head to look into his eyes, giving him such a sensual smile he groaned in longing.

Their love-making this time was like he was remembering it: full of intensity and filled with love, little attentions and pure ecstasy.

"Give me some time," she whispered when they were regaining their breath, her head resting on his chest. “I-I need time.” Harry’s breath hitch and Ginny surely heard it because she lifted her head and moved on him to rest her chin on her hands, which were close to his heart. She kissed his chin tenderly.

“I love you, I just-”

“I understand,” said Harry, cutting her. Because he did, really did. “I’ll wait. I love you. Forever,” he told her earnestly, caressing her hair and promising himself he’d do all he ever needed to do to get her trust back.

#clarensjoy's hinny ficfest 2021 #post war hinny #angst #hinny ficfest #harry/ginny fanfic #harry potter #harry/ginny #a secure guy

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 3 years

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please. i can’t do this alone.

Titans 3.01

thoughts! thoughts! thoughts! some red hot thoughts!

SPOILERS ahead.

1. one episode in, and this season already looks set to give me everything i want. its abandonment of plot and storytelling conventions as it goes from one point to the next at breakneck speed; its cheerful bastardisation of iconic storylines from the comics; the ‘as-you-know-bob’ clunky exposition on one end and extremely restrained, subtle explorations of complex character dynamics on the other; endless shots of neon bleeding into black and blue corridors, shadows and silhouettes; my delight in seeing it celebrate and deconstruct the dark nolan-y batman aesthetic at the same time; my bafflement that it’s so fucking goddamn obsessed with the batfam when it’s supposed to be about the TITANS; kory just... saving every overburdened, clunky scene that she’s in by her sparkling charisma. just... *chef’s kiss*. muah. my show is back, in all its glory.

MY SHOW IS BACK, Y’ALL!

1.5. i mean... this show is so artful and weird and not afraid to go absolutely bonkers in exploring its characters’ psyche, but can just about barely stage a passable comic book fight when every tom dick and harry and their new streaming services can deliver ones that are far more exciting. i love this show with every atom of my body.

(there’s something to be said about rooting for the underdog as well. a pleasure in finding something to love about what other people dismiss. but! enough navel gazing! i have fictional characters’ navels to look at! metaphorically! and maybe literally!)

2. i expected jason’s death to come about pretty early in the season as soon as i heard rumours that red hood was showing up, but for it to happen in the first five minutes of the first episode... that’s a record.

(well. “happen.” still don’t know what exactly went down there.)

2.25. GOD. jason is such a tortured and tragic character in this show, used and passed around by people with alleged good intentions, never really fitting in anywhere. he’s veritably bleeding vulnerability and the need to belong, the need to be known, and yet the tragedy is that his death proves that nobody in his life knew anything about him at all; that they only saw the flimsy walls he put up to protect his soft core, and thought that that was all there was. that they say they loved him, but blame him for his own death.

dick is flabbergasted that jason can read, though we know from last season, from what jason revealed to rose, that he has a love for plays and music. barbara is quick to dismiss his actions as ‘impulsive’. bruce has no idea that his supposed son was building his own little chemistry lab right under his nose, and beyond that, no idea that jason needed structure, stability and validation beyond being left alone in a huge house with a treasure trove of dangerous weapons. kory thought his decision to fight the joker was from not learning and growing when the guy tried to kill himself last season and nobody apart from dick even tried to talk to him about it! did you consider that he might still be suicidal? especially after the titans admitted to having “given up” on him because he was just “too hard”?

2.5. the one thing that’s been consistent across all three seasons (so far) of the show is the unreliable narrator trope. there’s a reason why the characters’ dismissals of jason’s actions as impulsive is so repetitive; why jason’s death is a mystery dick feels compelled to solve. it’s a flailing attempt to know his brother much too late--but with red hood, maybe he gets a second chance, just like he got one with the titans. this is what jason’s arc has been building up to. this is ‘death in the family’ but more fucked up in some ways. it didn’t linger on the death because the death wasn’t the point. the joker isn’t the point. everything that came before it is.

this way it will also make perfect sense that the red hood’s main enemy becomes the titans rather than batman.

2.75. goodness knows what’s going on with jason’s little chemistry project. at first i thought he was immunising himself to joker gas or something, but maybe it’s what passes for lazarus pit juice in this universe?

anyway, it’s pretty impressive that jason learnt all of that from a college chemistry textbook. STOP BRINGING UP THAT HE READ SOMETHING, DICK--

2.8. i’m glad that dick doesn’t immediately sink into self-loathing and guilt and tries to investigate jason’s death while also acknowledging how he failed him. it’s like he actually learned something from the last two years!

anyway. more about dick later.

3. oh how i love titans!bruce. a lot of characters had a lot of Opinions on his reaction to jason’s death in this episode, but again, i ask you to consider that they’re unreliable narrators, and this universe’s bruce is a product of how it shaped him. bruce wayne has become a phantom to himself--an artifice borne out of vigorous discipline and crushing self-denial.

bruce has been batman for a very long time, and without a robin for much longer. (dick must be... in his early thirties? so he was robin for about, say, 10-12 years according to the timeline of the show. that still makes bruce pretty old when he took on his first robin.) things have... calcified (possibly parts of his brain). the personal cost and the collateral from the mission he’s taken up for most of his life is too much to countenance; it has to be a war, and war requires sacrifice.

on some level bruce knows that’s a lie. he’s so goddamned alone. what’s he going to do? sit down and cry? who’s going to listen to him now? oh, is he going to just stop being batman? who’s going to stop gotham from consuming herself then? he’ll just have to forge ahead, do better next time, maybe he’ll be firmer with them, or kinder with them, or notice more things, or train them harder, or spend more time--

3.25. don’t get me wrong: titans!bruce is an asshole and a half. his roster of potential robins was honestly bone-chilling. the fact that there’s a twisted root of compassion makes it more disturbing.

3.5. alfred’s dead! it must’ve been pretty recent, because i could’ve sworn that dick tried to call alfred in the very first episode of season 1, or at least considered calling him...

what a devastating double-blow for bruce then, losing his father-figure and his, uh.... son-figure so close together.

4. i don’t know about barbara yet. i mean, i like her, but she had so much clunky expository dialogue to deliver this episode, and for an episode that was named after her, she only showed up halfway through it. but i like the weight of history behind her interactions with both bruce and dick and her compassion to bruce before he cruelly crossed a line. i also like the implication that she and dick have been in touch recently, and that she didn’t immediately try to guilt-trip dick about some perceived abandonment. it’d be too repetitive.

4.5. there’s also a sense that she ran interference for dick a lot whenever there was something Too Big and Emotional for him to confront directly, and i like and appreciate that character beat.

5. dick, my man! it really does feel like a substantial length of time has passed between the end of s2 and the beginning of s3... kory’s got a new costume, they’ve become celebrities in SF, working missions together, and dick’s actually smiling! genuinely enjoying his work and having fun with it for possibly the first time in the entire series! it’s really a far cry from the fractured, dysfunctional mess that they were at the end of the last season.

i just hope this doesn’t mean that they’ve magically reached a resolution off-screen to all of their fucked-upness from last season, and that the repercussions--for gar in particular--are actually addressed on screen.

5.25. i mentioned this briefly above, but it really is so refreshing that dick doesn’t wallow in guilt and self-loathing after jason’s death; he acknowledges his and the titans’ failure, is able to admit to barbara honestly that he’s not doing great, and is actively trying to reach out to bruce to make sure he’s ok, is trying to investigate what made jason seek out the joker on his own, and is probably the only person not immediately buying that it was jason’s recklessness that got him killed. i love that dick is finally beginning to trust his instincts or just employ them at all after years of guilt and paranoia and self-loathing. we love some positive character growth!

5.5. another thing i love? the bruce-dick interactions on this show. every scene they’re in together is so fraught with tension, both of them holding themselves back, their emotions on a whipcord-tight leash. dick wants to reach out to bruce, is even somewhat familiar with this brand of denial in the wake of grief, but wants barbara to make the first move because he genuinely does not know how to get bruce to open up. his instincts are right, and wonderful, and genuine, but his expression has been smothered by years of trauma, emotional and physical self-discipline, and what i suspect is poorly treated mental illness.

it takes a lot for him to finally explode at bruce at the end of the episode--in a way he hasn’t done even when his only opinion of bruce was ‘fuck him’--and it’s all the more startling for how subdued he’s been through the episode, how much he’s been holding back his emotions for bruce’s sake. love it.

5.75. it sort of hurts my heart to see the flying graysons poster in jason’s room. there are a few implications:

a) jason settled into dick’s old room despite living in a giant mansion with dozens of other rooms he could’ve used

b) he didn’t take down dick’s poster--not when he moved in and was idolising him, not when he moved out of the titans and was sort of hating him. i wonder if the reminder of what dick was before robin--that he was forged out of unspeakable tragedy--gave jason the connection to dick that he so desperately wanted in real life

c) dick moved right back into the room and slept on the bed that was now jason’s. grief can be so quiet and piecemeal sometimes.

6. i spy the beginnings of actual arcs for both gar and kory! i just hope that with the move to gotham their stories don’t fall to the wayside...

6.5. i’ve known tim drake for less than ten minutes but if anything were to happen to him i’d kill everybody

7. this review has gone on for too long and i am tiRED. however, before i leave: i miss some of the dedication-to-aesthetic that titans season 1 used to have. remember how the first few episodes didn’t really feel like a superhero show but something out of gothic horror? there was something gorgeous and raw about that, about open landscapes and the road and creepy buildings looming up at the end of it. moving to titans tower in s2 really ruined a lot of that for me, given its ripped-from-architectural-digest aesthetic, all smooth and clean and artificial.

i hope that we really explore gotham’s hellscape in interesting and innovative ways instead of camping out in the batcave all the time and indulging in the show’s unending love for long corridors, neon backlights and silhouettes.

8.....

9. wait, fuck, HOW CAN I FORGET ABOUT HOT PSYCHIATRIST GUY (TM)??? NONE of you prepared me for his return! NONE OF YOU! i gasped! i got up and did a happy dance!

listen, titans writers, if you’ve had a peek at my titans s3 wishlist, please go ahead and give the other items on the list a go too, thankyouverymuch.

#titans #titans spoilers #meta #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #a tragic jalebi #a byronic cupcake

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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T.H| GOLF ISNT A FUCKING SPORT, IDC

Summary: we can argue about that😤😤

Warnings: an angry hot headed y/n

A/n: I only thought about this because of marvelous parkers short emoji blurbs or somethin like that. And i know id be throwin hands at the golf club for missing the ball OR for fucking making the ball go to far cuz ik it isnt my fault- dont care. Also very quick

“Alright! Im ready!” You smiled, ready to play golf. “Are you sure, y/n” tom asked again, everyone wanting another reassurance just because.

“Yes” you nodded, tom chuckled before walking to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, haz Harry and sam laughing in the back. “Shes gonna fuckin flip” “she does it all the time” “its nothing new”

“Alright darling, you do it like this” he was behind you, his chest pressed against your back. “Your breath is right on my neck, back it up” you whispered before he laughed “i cant, do you wanna learn or not?” “Fine”

Once you got the hang of it, it was time to play an actual game. “Nice job harrison!” Everyone cheered as he let on a ‘ching-ching’ and pumped his arm up and down.

“Alright my turnnnn” you said, walking up and placing the ball down. “Get em princess” tom winked and you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Shes not gonna get it-“ “shut up sam!” You rolled your eyes and the small group laughed.

You hit it

You hit it and you missed.

But its alright you get another try.

You hit it

And you missed again.

“I told youu” “FUCK OFF SAM” you yelled, flipping him off. “Im gonna fucking make it”

Andddddd, you didnt.

“Youre gonna make yourself mad y/n, put it down” “IM GONNA GET THIS, SHUT UP ALL OF YOU” you ordered, immediate silence before harry did a snicker.

you took a deep breath in, calming your nerves as you slowly got in place and gripped the golf club.

Only to miss it again.

Harry couldnt take it, he broke down laughing holding on to sam and Harrison as they laughed too, all of their knees to weak and thats what made them on the ground. “FUCK YOU, FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU” you swinged the club off, way more far then the ball, tom trying his best not to laugh and hold it together.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked as you grabbed another club. “Imma beat every single one of you, im gonna give you a headstart” you simply waited, calm as everyone got confused.

“5.....4.....3....” you starred right at sam. “I think she means to run” harrison said, sam gripped on to harry in fear. “What did i do?” He looked and they both shrugged, sams eyes covered in dear before he got up and started to sprint.

You chased after him, yelling at him before he tripped over air. The group left behind as they wondered what to do “i dont wanna get beat” “well shes gonna beat him like a fucking turkey!” “I dont want any part” from their point of view you were standing and aggressively pointing at sam who was on the ground, distant screams coming from you about how much its his fault and etc.

“She wont kill him, right?” Haz and sam looked over at tom and he shrugged “shes to unpredictable, i dont know!” “We’ll just put him in our prayers, yeah?”

They both nodded at harry and mentally prayed.

“YOU- YOU DO TO FUCKING MUCH. HOW DARE YOU HAVE THE FUCKIN AUDACITY TO JINX ME INTO LOSING GOLF- THEN-THEN YOU LAUGH AT ME?” “IM SORRY” “NOT GOOD ENOUGH, NOT AT ALL”

“Soooooooo” you all sat in the car, silence consuming the drive. “Hm?” Tom said, looking at you in the passenger. “Thats was fun, when are we gonna do it again?”

“NEVER” they all yelled making you smack your lips and turn away from them.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #harry holland #sam holland #harrison osterfield #tom holland blurb #tom holland au

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 3 years

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Fallout of the century 🌑💔

Part 3 🥜

Read part 1 & part 2 here 😌

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Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: angst, car accident, moving on

The ride to the airport was quiet. I wasn't sure how Harrison managed to get tickets so soon, but I didn't question it. We made it through security and were almost ready to board when my phone rang. I looked down to see Sam's name across the screen, I answered it almost instantly, an uneasy feeling washing over me.

“Sam?” I asked.

“You need to get to the Hospital Y/N,” he was crying. I felt my head get light as a million thoughts ran through my head. I didn't say anything, I just turned and ran until I got outside. Leaving my bags and Harrison in my dust. I called a cab and went straight to the hospital. I ran in through the big revolving doors and found Tom and Sam sitting in an empty waiting room. As soon as they saw me they both wrapped their arms around me tight. It was bad, but I wasn't sure how bad.

“Where?” I asked, my voice not seeming to work.

“Surgery,” Tom sniffled, while urging me to sit. I sat down and they explained what had happened. A car had hit him in a crosswalk, while he was looking down at his phone. Guilt washed over me and consumed me. I probably cried for an hour straight, although it felt like a century. I couldn't seem to catch a breath. At some point Tuwaine and Harrison both showed up, but I didn't pay them no mind, I was to busy being consumed by my worst fears.

Surgery took almost eight hours. Eight hours with no update. Eight hours thinking that Harry was gone. Eight hours of agonizing guilt and torture in my mind.

“Holland family?” a man's voice called from behind us, Tom, Sam, and I ran over to hear the news that the doctor had. “All of you are family?” the doctor pondered.

“Twin, older brother, fiance” Sam told him.

“OK, well we were able to get the bleeding under control, unfortunately I can't promise he will wake up, but if he does, his injuries won't prevent him from living anything less than a normal life,” It was a mixture of good and bad news, but he was alive, ad that was enough of a bright side for me.

“Can we see him?” I asked.

The doctor brought us to a recovery room where Harry was laying, lifeless looking on the bed. I felt tears rush back to my eyes and I was sure I could not breathe. I walked over to the side of his bed and grabbed his hand, I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Don't you dare leave me,” I whispered, tears escaping my eyes.

The waiting game was the worst. Sam and I sat in the room for hours holding Harry's hands, waiting for a flicker of life to become present. Tom had left to go get their parents from the airport.

“You guys need to put this behind you,” Sam said quietly. I looked up to see him looking at me with sad eyes. He was right, this game of cat and mouse had to come to an end.

“I know, I’m done with this whole run around.” I told him. “I want to be with him, I want to marry him, and grow old with him. If that means forgiving and forgetting, then that's what I'll do,” I said between sniffles.

“You still want to marry me?” His voice was hoarse and sounded dry, but it was his. Both Sam and I shot our gazes to Harry's now open eyes. He was staring at me, with his dopey smirk.

“You're awake,” I cried, getting up from the chair and leaning down to hug him. I lifted my head from his shoulder and found his lips, kissing him softly before backing up to let Sam give his brother a hug.

“This whole time, all i had to do was get hit by a car?” He asked in a joking manner. Both Sam and I laughed.

“Shut up you idiot,” Sam laughed. “I'm going to go get the doctor, so he can come check you, or whatever they do,” He told us before leaving the room.

“Hey,” Harry whispered. I sat on the edge of the bed pulling his hand in between mine and listening to him. “I'm sorry about everything. I only slept with her that one time. I was just trying to hurt you,” He paused and moved his fingers so they were intertwined with mine. “Give me another chance, and I'll never hurt you again,” His words were sincere and filled with love.

“Okay,” I whispered. Leaning down and kissing him once more. “Your parents should be here soon,” I told him.

“Oh boy,” He groaned.

The next few days were spent in the hospital, so I refused to leave Harry's side. Luckily nothing had been broken so other than a scar from surgery and some minor cuts and bruises he was walking away from a run in with a car practically unscathed.

I got a text from Harrison as I was packing all the Get well cards and animals into a hospital tote bag.

‘Hey just wanted to see how you were doing, I heard he's going home today. That's great! Hopefully we can talk soon. Just to clear the air?’

I didn't respond right away. I wasn't exactly sure what to say. Sorry I led you on? Sorry I left you at the airport? Sorry I had you take care of me for the last seven months while I was broken and damaged? I didn't know.

“Are you coming home?” Harry asked me as I finished packing all the stuff.

“To help you, or for good?” I asked him, not turning around.

“Either?” He wondered.

“I don't want to go back to that apartment, Harry. I can't.” I sighed. I turned to face him, and he had a smile on his face. “What?” I was confused as to why he was smiling at me when i had just told him i wasn't coming home.

“Let's get a different place,” he told me, stepping forward and taking my hands in his. “Let's just start over,”

“What about right now?” I asked him.

“Your place?” he proposed.

“I guess for a few days that would work, but for the love of god. Do not start fighting with Harrison. Please?” I begged. He rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek.

“I have no hard feelings for him going after a prize like you,” he told me, making me roll my eyes.

“Let's go,” I laughed. We walked out of the room and out of the hospital where Sam and Tom were waiting with the car. Luckily neither of us had anything here so there wasn't much to pack back.

“Home?” Sam asked as we climbed into the back seat.

“Only so I can run up and get some clothes,” Harry said, making both of the other Hollands turn around to look at him questioningly. He shrugged his shoulders, “She doesn't want to be back at the apartment, I'm not going to make her go.”

“So does that mean-?” Tom started to ask but Harry interrupted him before he could finish.

“You'll know when I do,” He told Tom. and with that we drove to my old apartment, somewhere I hadn't been in seven months. Tom and Harry got out and went to go get a few of Harry's things, while me and Sam stayed in the car.

“So what's going to happen? Are you guys going to start dating again, or are you going to reschedule the wedding?” Sam wondered.

“I'm not sure. All I know is I want him in my life. So I guess we take it one day at a time,” I told him as I stared out the window.

“And Harrison?” Sam asked the question I was dreading.

“I love Harrison, he's my best friend, and he stepped up and took care of me when I couldn't even take care of myself. And maybe in a different life we would have ended up together, but I can't see a future with him the way I can with Harry. Even after everything we have been through, it's still Harry I see at the end of the line,”

I sat on the floor of my bedroom folding the clothes Harry had shoved into his bag. He never was one to fold his laundry so I wasn't even surprised when I opened the bag to find clothes just crumpled in. “You don't need to do that,” He laughed from where I had made him lay on my bed.

“It'll drive me nuts if I just let your unfolded clothes get all wrinkly in this bag,” I told him as I continued folding his shirts. I grabbed a pair of pants and a small white box fell out, a box I instantly recognized. I picked it up and opened it to see the ring that I had worn on my finger for nearly a year. There was a small folded up piece of paper in the box as well. I looked up to see if Harry was watching me, but his eyes were closed, so I unfolded the paper.

I know I messed up.

I'll live with the fact that I hurt you for the rest of my life.

I've known since that first time I saw you in that club that I wanted to marry you.

The first time you yelled at me for folding the towels in the apartment wrong.

The time we went to the lake and you told me to put sunscreen on my nose because you were afraid I was going to burn.

When I introduced you to my family, you didn't even second guess that you were now a part of it.

How when I took you to the pet store, you insisted we get a rescue dog instead of a puppy, because they deserved to have a good life.

How even after I did what I did, and said the things I said, you still sent me messages checking on me.

Making sure my laundry was done.

Asking if I had gone grocery shopping.

Checking to see if I had finished the milk before its expiration date.

But i think my favorite is when you texted me excitedly that one of my favorite movies was playing at the little indie theater we used to go to.

A movie I know you hate.

My heart was made for you.

We can't end this way.

I'll fight for you until it kills me.

Because at the end of the day, a life without you, is a life I would rather not live.

I sniffled as I folded the paper back up. “You were supposed to let me read that to you, not read it yourself. You know for dramatic effect,” Harry said from where he was now sitting on the bed.

“Sorry,” I muttered, wiping the tears from my eyes. “You brought this?” I asked him, referring to the ring in the box that was still in my hand.

“Thought i might need it,” He said.

“For dramatic effect?” I asked teasingly. He rolled his eyes at me. I stood up and walked over to the bed sitting beside him.

“Things aren't going to be the same,” He whispered. “Do you remember the fight we had before you left for that business trip?” I looked at him, thinking about what he was referring to.

“And why does it always have to be you?” He shouted at me as I packed my suitcase.

“Because it's my project Harry, I'm the one that organised it so i have to see it through,” I told him, keeping my calm even though he was livid.

“You were gone all last week, you have only been home a day and they're already making you go back, doesn't that seem a little unfair?” he asked me.

“Unfair to who harry? To me, or to you? You told me to go after my dreams, you told me you'd support me no matter how hard it would be. We're building these kids better lives and I get to be a part of that,” I told him as I took his hands in mine.

“I'm proud of you, for following your dreams, I am. I just feel like you're losing sight of everything you already have to chase something you want,” he pulled his hands away from me and walked out of the room leaving me alone thinking about what he said to me.

“I remember that fight vividly, and you were right. I had lost sight of everything I had, and once we finished the project, I was left alone and broken, with nothing to show for all my hard work,” I sighed as I laid my head on his shoulder.

“I should have been more supportive and understanding. I fell in love with a woman with a strong will and a good work ethic. I knew what I had gotten myself into,” he told me as he put his hand on my thigh. “I've missed you Nut, like really missed you,”

“Me or my body?” I chuckled.

“Is it wrong if I say both? Or is that the right answer?” He laughed.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. “Yeah?” I called out. Tuwaine opened the door with a grim look on his face.

“I think you're going to want to see this,” he handed me his phone which had a screenshot of an Instagram post. “My mate sent it to me asking if i knew the girl cause he was sure he'd seen us all out together at parties,” on his phone was a picture of Olivia, with a pink bow around her swollen belly captioned ‘Its a Girl!’ I looked at Harry whose jaw was practically on the floor.

“What the fuck,” was all i could think, and say.

Would life ever be easy?

I was standing at the kitchen counter, my knuckles had gone white from how hard my grip on the counter was. “Are you doing alright?” Harrison's voice startled me, but I didn't react.

“Nope,” my voice sounded like it was a million miles away. I was trying to stay calm, and not freak out, but my body was quivering with anger and I felt like my blood was boiling. Harrison put his hand on my shoulder, probably in an attempt to calm me down, but it did the opposite. “You know, I am the most genuine person. I am loving and caring. I'm respectful even if people don't deserve it. I'm always willing to lend a hand to people, even if they don't do the same. I literally work for a nonprofitable organization making next to nothing because that was my dream. I deserve a break, I deserve happiness!” I wasn't meaning to shout at Harrison, and I was sure he knew that.

“So it's his?” he guessed from my angry outburst.

“I don't know. He called her and i couldn't be in there to hear the conversation, i refuse to do that to myself,” i sighed. I leaned over the counter and rested my head on my hands.

“What if it is?” he asked.

“I don't want to think about that right now Haz,” I groaned.

“I mean, I don't blame you, but that's kinda a big deal.” he said while rubbing my back.

“I didn't sign up for this. If he had a kid prior to us getting together then it would be different. But this.. This is like the epitome of a shit show,” I told him.

I heard footsteps come down the stairs and I knew from the sound it was Harry. I didn't bother looking up. “Can you give us a minute mate?” Harry asked Haz. Harrison walked out of the kitchen leaving me and Harry alone. I couldn't move, I didn't want to look at Harry afraid his face would confirm my worst fears. “So that was an interesting conversation,” he said.

“Was it?” I asked.

“I've been avoiding her calls for months,” he said.

“Spit it out Harry,” I snapped.

“She's not positive, she said there's a chance it's mine, and a chance it's the other guys,” he said quietly.

“If it's yours?” I asked, as I stood back up.

“Huh?”

“If it is yours, what does that mean for us?” I asked him. He stood with his arms crossed, looking at me as I stared at him, waiting for an answer, but dreading the one I knew I was going to get.

“Does it have to mean something for us?” he asked in a quiet, barely audible tone.

“Harry, I know you. Well. too well. I know that if that is your child then you are going to want to be there, as a dad, and I respect you for that. But I didn't sign up to be a stepmom, I'm not even ready for my own children, let alone a child of the person I despise most in this world. I would resent that child, even if I didn't want to. I would.” I felt the tears falling down my cheeks as I said the words, feeling like an absolute monster.

“So this would be over, for real then?” He asked.

“It would,” I nodded.

“She said she would do the DNA test, and we could do it next week, so can we just forget this until then? Can we just spend the week living in a bubble?” he asked me. I looked at him, and all I could see was the boy I met at the pub almost six years ago. Goofy, an awful dancer at the time, and so full of love. So ready to give all of himself to someone, and somehow that someone was me.

“Can I get you a drink?” A voice asked from beside me. I turned to see a hot redhead next to me. The club was dark but I could make out most of his features, especially his curly, crazy hair.

“Sure,” I smiled at him as he sat down next to me at the bar.

“Can we get a beer and a,” he looked at me waiting.

“A peanut butter cup,” I told him.

“And a peanut butter cup,” He told the bartender, who got to work.

“Peanut butter alcohol drink, huh?” he asked me.

“It's good, but I just really like peanuts,” I giggled, pulling out my keys showing him the peanut key chain I had had since middle school.

“That's cute Peanut,” he said, already assigning me a pet name. I blushed as the bartender brought our drinks to us. We sat for hours talking, eventually moving to the dance floor to compare our equally awful dance moves. My phone started to ring and I noticed I had about a million texts from Olivia demanding we leave now.

“My friend,” I gestured to my phone. “I have to go,” I went to walk away but he caught my wrist in his hand.

“Will I see you again, Peanut?” he asked me.

“You will...,” I paused realizing i had never gotten his name.

“Harry. Harry Holland,” He grabbed my hand shaking it.

“I'll see you around Harry Holland,” And with that I left.

I walked over and pressed my lips to his. I didn't want to lose him. Harry Holland was my person. The one I would choose every time. Despite anything that could ever happen, it would always be him. Today. Tomorrow. Next year. Always.

Was I willing to toss the love of my life away because of something like this?

Was I willing to live with the consequences of his actions forever?

part 4

#harry robert holland #harry holland #angst #yikes #holland and co #im sorry #harry holland x y/n #harry holland smut #harry holland fluff #harry holland angst #tom holland #sam holland #harrison osterfield

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Moving Out (and On?) | Tom Holland

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pairing - Tom x reader (ft Niall Horan) word count - 3,618 warnings - language A/N - for the anon who requested x | this edit was fun to make | ya’ll love a secret dating gone wrong fic

summary - You’re sick of being Tom’s secret girlfriend, always coming in second to his career. But you didn’t want your relationship to end. When everything goes up in flames, you turn to your favorite Irishman to give you some support.

It was basically the most cliche issue you could have when secretly dating a celebrity. If the world doesn’t know you exist, interviewers are going to ask about other women. After almost two years of dating Tom Holland, you still weren’t quite used to it. For a while, it was always about Zendaya. Then, it just became any famous girl he was seen with. But Tom wasn’t with any of them. He was with you. And you were getting a little tired of hiding it.

You did your best dealing with it. You loved Tom, and you didn’t want to ruin what you had just because you wanted to go public and he didn’t.

Tom was away on press for The Devil All the Time, and you were missing him a lot. You talked on the phone every night, but it didn’t make you miss him any less. To make up for his absence, you were keeping up with the videos different news outlets were posting from his press tour. You were pumped to see that he had done another Wired autocomplete interview. His previous one had been with Zendaya and Jacob, so you were kind of excited to see him do one alone.

Tom introduced himself, and you couldn’t help but smile at his voice. Once he was handed a board, he was quick to begin. “What is Tom Holland’s,” Tom read, peeling off a strip, “phone number.” He laughed. “Uh, I won’t pick up my phone, but you can try calling my husband, Jake Gyllenhaal at (213) 406-6007.”

You laughed at his joke and continued watching. Some of the questions were interesting (What house is Tom Holland in? got him on a Harry Potter kick), but others just made you laugh some more (Is Tom Holland a dad? was a good one).

“Is Tom Holland,” he read after laughing over the previous question, “dating anyone?”

You took a deep breath and let it out through your nose as Tom was able to maintain his poker face. “Tom Holland is enjoying his 20s right now,” he answered, “and he is very focused on his work. So you could say he is dating his career.”

Your mood shifted significantly after that question, and even though you continued watching the video, you enjoyed it much less. If you were any normal couple, he would’ve been able to say yes. Give the real answer. But this was you and Tom, and apparently the public wasn’t ready for that yet.

Just as you finished the video, as if he knew, Tom called you. You answered and tried to sound cheery. “Hi,” you said. “How’re you doing, Tommy?”

“Tired,” he answered honestly. “S’been a long day.”

“I’m sorry, love,” you said. Tom was quiet for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“What?” you said. “Nothing. What’re you talking about?”

“You sound upset,” he said.

“I’m not,” you said.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you said again. “I’m just tired, too.”

“Why’re you tired?”

“Can’t I just be tired?”

“You’re not usually tired.”

“Well today I am.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why do you think I’m lying?”

“Because I know you.”

“It’s fine, Tom.”

“(Y/N), just talk to me. I hate knowing you’re upset-”

“I’m not upset!” you shouted. You took a deep breath and sighed. “I just miss you. That’s all.”

He sighed as well. “I miss you too.”

“I was watching some of your interviews,” you told him.

“Yeah?” he said, his tone lightening up a little. “Which ones?”

“I just finished your Wired autocomplete,” you said.

“That’s always a fun one,” he said. “That board though-” He made a sound like he shivered. “-like a nail on chalkboard to me.”

You laughed dryly. “I know.” Tom was quiet for a moment.

“Can you talk to me?” he asked. You could tell he was hesitant, like he didn’t want to upset you any more than he already had. “There’s something else going on. I can tell.” You didn’t want to fight with him, so you decided to tell him the truth.

“I don’t want to hide our relationship anymore,” you said. “I’m tired.”

“(Y/N),” he said with a sigh. “We’ve talked about this.”

“And you tell me the same thing over and over again,” you said. “That you’re just not ready and that you don’t think I can handle it. I can handle it, Tom.”

“We’re not having this talk again.”

“Yes we are!” you said.

“(Y/N)-”

“In the interview, you said you’re dating your career,” you told him. “And you know what? That’s what it feels like sometimes! I feel like I’m falling to the backburner, because if I’m a secret, I don’t affect your career, and if it’s not about your career, then it doesn’t matter. Not to you. Not right now. You feel like a different person right now, like you’re living and breathing your work.”

“What, so you want me to stop?”

“Of course not,” you said. “Don’t be stupid. I just want you to be proud that we’re in this relationship. To value me as much as you value work.”

“I can’t just put down what I’m working on to make you feel important,” he said.

“That’s not what I’m asking you to do!”

“I’m not going to keep having this conversation with you,” he said. “This isn’t the first time you’ve brought this up, that I don’t care about you or this relationship or whatever. Frankly, (Y/N), I can’t handle this right now. Every time you bring it up it just raises my stress level. I can’t afford to be stressed right now.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means if you really feel this way, then I’m done.”

“You’re done,” you repeated.

“Yeah,” he said. “I can’t keep babying you so you can feel secure in this relationship. I’m done.”

“Tom-”

The dial tone on the other end cut you off, and you felt tears come to your eyes. This hadn’t been your intention. You just wanted to have a conversation, and hopefully come to a better conclusion than you had every other time you brought it up. Maybe it was your fault. Maybe you should’ve just let it all be. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned it over the phone when he was busy with press. Maybe you had just lost the love of your life because of one rash decision.

You were quite young still. 21 wasn’t old. You still had your whole life ahead of you. But you were certain you and Tom were going to live happily ever after. So what were you supposed to do now?

You did the only thing you could think to do: call Niall.

Tom had gone golfing with Niall Horan a couple of times, and he would invite the Irishman over for dinner afterwards. You had been hanging out at Tom’s flat the first time he brought Niall over, and you were shocked when he walked through the door. You had always been a big fan of One Direction, and you were obsessed with Niall’s solo work. Luckily, after dating Tom for so long, you were a lot better at talking to famous people. Plus, Niall was crazy nice, and the two of you clicked instantly. After that, you considered him a good friend. A best friend actually.

So you gave him a call.

“‘Ello!” he said cheerily. “How’s it going?”

“Hey, Ni,” you said, your voice cracking. “You got a minute?”

“Always got a minute for you,” he said. “What’s wrong?” You opened your mouth only to close it again once you could tell you were about to break down into sobs. You sniffed a few times and finally composed yourself.

“Tom broke up with me,” you whispered.

“Ah, shit,” he said. You could hear him moving around a bit on his end. “You want me to come over?”

“Do you mind?” you asked, looking over at the clock. It was already 10:30.

“Course not,” he said. “I’ll be over in a bit.”

“I’ll leave it unlocked,” you said.

Niall was over in a few minutes, ready to lend a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear. “What happened?” he asked as you cuddled up to him on the couch.

“I just-” You were sniffing, practically blubbering. “I told him I was sick of, of keeping our relationship a secret. And that I didn’t want to keep, keep living in the shadows. He got mad, and, and he told me that he didn’t want to do it anymore.”

“Do what?”

“Have the same conversation we’ve been having,” you explained. “I bring it up all the time. I just want him to, to-” You cut yourself with a sigh. “I don’t know, Niall. I just felt like I was second best to all the work he’s been doing. And I’m not trying to sound unsupportive, but-”

“You don’t sound unsupportive,” he said. “Sounds like you want to be in a relationship that makes you happy, and Tom wasn’t doing that.”

“Most of the time he was,” you said. “But you know how he gets when he’s got a new role. It, it’s like it consumes him.” Niall just nodded and massaged the top of your head with his fingers.

“Maybe it’ll all work out,” he tried to offer. “Maybe it was just a fight.”

“We don’t ever fight like that,” you told him. “I try to be optimistic, but this is just-” You swallowed back more tears and shook your head. “This felt final.” Niall sighed and placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You know I’m here for you,” he said. “However and whenever you need me.”

“I know,” you told him, putting your arm around his stomach to hold him closer. “Thank you.”

You spent every day with Niall for the next two months. He helped you move out from the flat you shared with Tom and let you stay with him until you could get back on your feet. You didn’t hear from Tom once. Niall was the perfect friend. He did everything he could to boost your spirits, constantly getting you ice cream or takeaway, and forcing you everyday to get out of bed and take a shower. He knew you well. Knew you’d mope and stop taking care of yourself if he let you.

After two or so weeks went by, you forced yourself to put on a brave face. You didn’t want Niall to have to keep babying you. Tom wasn’t coming back, and there was nothing you could do about it. He hadn’t reached out to you once, and his Instagram stories were proof he was doing just fine. You were able to convince Niall you were okay with your fake laughs and pretty smiles.

Or so you thought.

Niall wasn’t dumb. Everyday, he saw you staring blankly at your black phone screen like you were waiting for it to light up with a call or text from Tom. He heard you crying in your room most nights, and he saw the redness rimming in your eyes every morning. He wasn’t sure you were even sleeping. But what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t reach out to Tom. He couldn’t help you if you didn’t want it. So he gave you space and let you recover however you needed to.

At the two month mark, Niall took you out for breakfast at your favorite cafe. You agreed eagerly, especially when he said he’d pay. In no world would you turn down a free breakfast.

Across town, Tom’s flight had just landed. He pulled out his phone and decided to scroll through some social media before Harrison picked him up. When he opened Instagram, he clicked through the stories of people he was following. He clicked through them absentmindedly, but his thumb froze when he saw a picture of you. You had your hands wrapped around a coffee cup and a huge smile on your face. Instantly, his heart dropped. Had you really moved on so soon? To Niall? He thought back to that day two months ago. The day he broke up with you. The worst day of his life.

“So what does that mean?” you asked him.

“It means if you really feel this way, then I’m done,” he said.

“You’re done,” you repeated.

“Yeah,” he said. “I can’t keep babying you so you can feel secure in this relationship. I’m done.”

“Tom-”

He hung up before you could finish your sentence and threw his phone against the wall. His case would protect it, he knew. He put his forehead in his hands and clenched his jaw. “Fuck!” he shouted. He meant what he said. He was sick of having the same conversation over and over again. He wasn’t ready to go public. End of story. Why did you keep having to push it? He just couldn’t handle it anymore. It was raising his stress level, and after filming his most recent movies, he couldn’t afford to be any more stressed than he already was.

Now, two months later, he was questioning everything. Had he overreacted? Deep down, he really thought you’d end up getting back together. That this was just a fight, and that you’d reach out to him. When months went by and you didn’t, he knew he had really fucked up. Maybe it was his place to reach out, but at this point, he felt like he didn’t have the right. You had already moved on. How could he just push his way into your life again?

But he had to. He had to talk to you. To say he was sorry. To get on his knees and beg to have you back, if it came to that. So, he made a snap decision. When Harrison brought him home, he asked if Tom wanted to hang out, but the ladder said no. He got in his car and headed off to Niall’s house.

You and Niall were sitting on the couch watching Harry Potter when there was a knock at the front door. You groaned and reached for the remote, but Niall just laughed. “Don’t pause it,” he said. “I’ll go check.”

“You’re going to miss Sirius’ death,” you said with a pout.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he said back. You scoffed and nodded, adjusting the blanket you were using and turning back to the TV. You couldn’t hear who was at the door, but you could make out the muffled sounds of Niall speaking with someone.

When Niall opened the door, the last person he expected to see was Tom. Niall turned to look over his shoulder and make sure you hadn’t crept down the hall, and when he saw it was clear, he turned to his friend. “Hey,” he said awkwardly.

“Hey,” Tom said back, just as uncomfortable. “Is (Y/N) here?”

“Yeah,” Niall said. “She’s been staying with me since you two-” He cut himself off. Tom hung his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, Tom, I don’t know if she’s ready to see you.”

“Come on, mate,” he said. “I’m begging you. Just let me talk to her.” Niall studied Tom. He could tell he was broken up, and he felt bad for his friend. But he felt bad for you too. He had been with you through all of this, and it hadn’t been a pretty picture. You still weren’t yourself, and he knew seeing Tom again would just bring you back to square one. But maybe you needed this closure. Who was he to stand in the way of that?

So he stepped to the side and let Tom in.

You heard footsteps approaching, so you turned to see who had stopped by. When you saw Tom, you sat up a little straighter. “What are you doing here?” you asked. Niall shoved his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat awkwardly. You shot him a glare.

“I’ll be in my room,” he said. Tom nodded, and Niall left you alone. You pulled the blanket a little closer to you like it could be a barrier between the two of you. Tom noticed and took a step closer to the couch so he could sit on the opposite end.

“What are you doing here?” you asked again.

“I just want to talk to you,” he said.

“About what?” you asked.

He hesitated. “You been living here long?”

“Since you broke up with me, yeah,” you said. “I needed a place to go.”

“So you moved on that quick?” he asked, his voice small. You raised your eyebrows.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“I break up with you, and the next day you’re with Niall?”

“I’m not with Niall,” you snapped, realizing what he was implying. “I needed a home, Tom! You broke up with me! I had to move out! I couldn’t move back home, I couldn’t afford a place by myself! Niall was here for me!” Quickly, you added, “And even if I was with him, what right do you have to be upset about that? You broke up with me! At least Niall isn’t scared of posting pictures of me! Of people knowing who I am. You know how refreshing that is? I’ve been hidden for two years. Going out in public with Niall is like-” You let out a dry laugh. “It was like a breath of fresh air.”

“Well, then be with Niall!” Tom shouted. He was getting frustrated, but more with himself than with you. He deserved everything you were saying, and it just made him mad at himself.

“I don’t want to be with Niall!” you shouted back. “I don’t love Niall! I love you! But you didn’t want to make it work!”

“I never said that!” Tom said.

“You didn’t want to take the next step!” you said. “You, you keep hiding me, Tom! Why are you so ashamed of me?” Tom didn’t answer for a moment, too taken aback by your words.

“Is that what you think?” he said. “That I’m ashamed of you?”

“I don’t understand why else you would hide me like you had for two years,” you said.

He started stuttering through his response. “(Y/N), I’ve, I’m, it’s not that at all.” You didn’t say anything, and he sighed. “I’m scared of what could go wrong.” You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head.

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“It’s easy right now, you know?” he said. “It’s easy, and it’s safe, and there’s no chance of someone hurting you or you getting, getting too overwhelmed by everything.” It still wasn’t clicking to you.

“I don’t understand,” you said. “So, so you-” You sighed and pressed your fingers to your temples. “Why didn’t you just talk to me about it? Instead of shutting me down every time I brought it up?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “I just wasn’t ready to talk about it.”

“Jesus, Tom,” you said, feeling a lump rise in your throat. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “If I could take it all back, I would.” You looked at him just as he lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were brimmed with tears, and you knew yours were too.

“I won’t be in the shadows anymore,” you told him. “I won’t.”

“I know,” he said. “I swear, you won’t be anymore. I’ll tell everyone. I’ll shout it from the rooftops, whatever you want.” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit, which made Tom’s face light up. “Move back in with me?” he asked. Your smile dropped a fraction, and you looked down at your hands.

“Can I stay here a while longer?” you said. “If it’s okay with Niall? I just-” You sighed. “I just want to take this slow moving forward. I need time to, to get back to where we were. I still love you,” you added, “but I just-” You took a shaky breath. “I’m not there yet.” Tom nodded in understanding.

“Okay,” he said. “Whatever you need. Just-” He moved a little closer to you and stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “-know that I love you so much, and however you want to go public, I’m game.” You nodded, and Tom smiled and leaned forward, hoping you’d meet him halfway for a kiss. You did. He smiled against your lips and put his hand on the back of your head, keeping you close to him.

You pulled away from each other when you heard a dramatic clearing of the throat. You turned your head and saw Niall leaning against the doorframe with his arms across his chest. “I see you lovebirds patched things up,” he said. You and Tom both chuckled, and Tom hung his head as the tips of his ears turned pink.

“Is it okay if I stay a little longer?” you asked Niall.

He nodded without hesitation. “Stay as long as you need.” He paused. “You guys wanna get some food?” Tom looked at you, and you bit your lip and hung your head.

“I think we might head back to my place for a while,” he said. “You know, catch up a little bit.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, covering his ears. “I don’t need to hear anymore. I get the picture.”

You and Tom said goodbye to Niall, and as soon as the door shut, Niall put his hands on his hips and sighed. He thought for a moment and reached into his pocket for his phone, clicking on the first contact name that came to his mind.

“Tommo! You up for some Nandos?”

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Match made in Hell : Prologue

A/N : Well this series will be hella angsty. Hope you like this. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+,mentions of blood, murder, death, misogyny, implied sexual theme.

SERIES MASTERLIST

It’s the middle of the night as you sneak out from the backside of the dingy motel you and Ethan chose to hide for two days before catching a bus to Virginia. You were headed to the NY port bus terminus as you cautiously walked through the dimly lit alleyway. Both of you carrying a duffel bag in your hand as you briskly walk down to the main street.

"Ethan come on'' you whisper yell looking back to your boyfriend who was walking right behind you with whom you have planned to elope and start a new life away from your father's clutches who happens to be the mafia king of Northeast United States and wants to forcefully marry you off to another mobster of Europe to expand his territory and grab hold on their turf.

"Y/N are you sure your dad will not find us trying to flee right under his nose?" Ethan asks nervously. You smile softly as you put down your bag. Your hands reach up to his face cupping it gently.

"Don't you worry honey. I have a friend over there who has made all the necessary arrangements. In a few hours we will be in our paradise far from all of this. Just you and me, baby."

"But what if your dad already knows about us and sent his men to kill me."

"By the time daddy will come to know about us running away he will have nothing to do. He has no power in the southern states so we will be safe." You press your forehead on to his before stepping away from him and are about to turn around to resume walking but then the inevitable happens.

BANG! a gunshot was fired from a near distance.

You flinched at the deafening sound and felt something graze past you as some viscous liquid splattered on your face. You run your hand through your face to find blood stains and look at Ethan with horror in your eyes, a bullet has punched it's way right through his chest causing a hole in its wake as blood oozed out, his white shirt slowly turning scarlet red.

"Ethan!! oh my god!!" you gasped and rushed to him. Ethan felt dizzy, his vision going blurry as his body began to collapse. You quickly hold on to his weight slowly crouching down to kneel on the pavement placing his head on your lap.

"No! No! No, This can't happen!" You didn’t know what to do as you franctically pressed your hands together on the wound on his chest trying to stop the bleeding, tears running down your cheeks.

"Mija" your throat went dry at the deep voice. You turned your head to find your father standing all tall and powerful, face expressionless with his hands stuffed inside his pockets and right by his side is your step brother Julian. In no time his hunch men surrounded the area.

"Daddy he's dying do something please." you sobbed.

"You shouldn't have tried to run away Mija or else poor Ethan would have been alive to see tomorrow's daylight."

"C'mon now get up." He reached out his hand to you.

"What? No! Daddy please help him. He'll die. I'll do whatever you say, marry whoever you want but please save him." You begged him as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

"It's too late for that Mija. You should have known well that after your engagement you are just a safe-keeping of the Holland's for us. Son-in-law is really upset with your behavior. He is the one who helped us track you down."

"Jules at least you try to understand." You turned to your step brother in despair.

"Enough sister we have to go, we don't want the whole NYPD chasing us for a petty collateral damage." he says sternly.

"You already are a big disgrace to the family. Thankfully my step brother-in-law is very generous to accept you even after all this."

"No I'm not going with you anywhere, either you shoot me like him or else I'll do it myself." You scrambled up back on your feet and with a swift move snatched the gun from the holster of one of his men standing near you. You pointed the gun to your head holding onto the trigger.

"Y/N Martinez enough is enough! Drop the gun now!" your father commands agitated.

"No!" you shakily press the trigger a little more as tears pricked your eyes.

"You'll not do that Y/N." your father warns again.

"Oh hell I'll do if I don't get to live with the love of my life then you will not get what you want." you spat trembling in rage.

"Y/N no.. No" Ethan croaked in pain, the angry demeanor you had softened at his voice.

"Ethan, honey.. " you dropped to your feet kneeling beside his weak body.

"if you die then I die too." You sniffled. Ethan threaded his fingers to yours.

"No, Y/N you - you have to live. For me. Promise me."

"No" you whimper.

"Promise me Y/N, this-this is my last wish" He took large gulps of air while he spoke. You screwed your eyes shut feeling helpless at the given moment.

"I-I promise Ethan." Your voice quivered.

"I love you Y/N.." he smiled weakly as his voice trailed off as it was becoming difficult for him to breathe.

"I love you too baby." You sniffled. Ethan's eyes were droopy as he struggled to stay awake. He was barely breathing.

"No, no Ethan, stay with me please." you clutched onto his hand desperately. He swallowed his last breath of air before succumbing to eternal sleep in your arms.

"Ethan?" you shake his lifeless body. "Ethan wake up!!" all was in vain as Ethan's limp body lay on the pavement.

"Ethaaan!!!" you wail.

"Take care of the body. I need to handle my ever rebellious daughter." your father ordered.

"Okay boss." one of his capos obliged.

"Now c'mon and let's get you prepared for your husband." your father grabbed on to your arm.

"No,no,no" you try to grasp onto Ethan's lifeless body. Your father ripped you apart from his body forcing you to stand up on your feet.

"It's your last week with us anyway, spend some time with your mother, make some happy memories, she will miss her only daughter the most."

"Happy memories?! You took every ounce of happiness from my life, you are a monster! You all are! I hate you!" you screamed struggling hard to free yourself from your father's firm grip.

"One day you'll know everything your daddy did was for your own good. So stop fighting and do as you are told like a good girl" Your father and brother Julian dragged you to the car. You were a walking dead when you reached your home which seemed a prison to you now. Your mother came rushing to you.

"Oh sweetie you're safe. Thank god I was so worried." she wrapped her arms around you in a hug.

"Mom.. Ethan.. He's gone." You broke down in her arms.

"It's ok sweetie. Don't worry everything will be fine. You are my strong girl I know you will get through this" she cradled your face pecking your forehead trying to console you.

"Ask your daughter to stop acting like a brat and learn how to be a good wife to her future husband and tend to his needs. Don't want the Holland's point fingers at us saying we didn't raise our daughter right."

"Why did you do this Victor?"

"After so many years are you questioning your husband Rosette?"

"No, I'm questioning a father and how could he do this to his only daughter?"

"She brought it upon herself." your mother was about to say something but was cut off by your father.

"No! I don't want to hear anything more about this. Just do what I said." he says sternly.

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"The Martínez's will arrive in a week, start making all the necessary arrangements."

"Once the deal is done you will be taking over our family business son are you ready to sit on this throne?" The senior Holland asks his eldest son Tom in the presence of his younger twin sons Harry and Sam and Tom’s future consigliere and best friend Harrison as he stood in the middle of the spacious conference room patting on the big leather chair placed right in the middle of the wooden round table from where he has been running this empire all these years commanding men to do all his dirty work and sealing fate of people who didn’t comply by his wishes.

"Always ready dad." Tom stood tall.

"I know you are, my son. This is the day I have been waiting for all my life."

"Okay now enjoy your last few days of freedom of a bachelor before you are a married man." he pats his shoulder proudly and was about to leave the room but turned to him again.

"One more thing you need to keep a tighter hold on your woman from now on Tom. Her carefree days are over, she needs to be made aware of her responsibilities including giving the family an heir."

"Yes dad."

As his father leaves with the twins Tom slumps down on one of the chairs with Harrison beside him. He lets out a long sigh taking out his phone.

The first thing he does is open your Instagram page and go through your pictures which has turned out to be a habit for him for the last three years. Harrison was sitting beside him as he saw your pictures too. Some were with your college friends, some you attending one of your dad's galas in the prettiest designer dresses and some bikini clad sunkissed aesthetic pictures of you on vacation on some exotic island. Tom thought you looked unearthly in every picture but his mood would go sour seeing the comments below of several guys objectifying your body. He felt like hunting them down and chopping off their fingers with which they typed such lewd comments.

Though he himself wasn’t a man of high morals either drinking, gambling, bringing in girls every night in spite of being engaged to you though each night he wished it was you on his bed, not some random hooker he picked up from the bar. He is well aware that you don’t like him and despise this whole marriage. But he has nothing to worry anymore now because in a few days you are going to be his for lifetime. And he is confident that he will win you over eventually.

"I see why you are hell bent to marry her, she's a siren." Harrison remarked snarkly, breaking Tom from his thoughts.

"Hopefully she sounds like one too" Tom chuckles.

"But you really want to spend the rest of your life with her? She doesn't seem to be the one to follow rules."

"She's always been a wild horse since childhood that is why I like her even more and trust me wild horses are more fun to tame Haz. I can assure you in no time she'll be roaming around like a puppy around me."

"And how do you know you'll be able to tame a headstrong girl like her?"

"That will not be an issue because once I make sure that my child is inside her she will have nothing to do." He smirks. "Motherly instincts, you know how that works. After all, she's a woman. How much ever she hates me she will never separate her child from his father."

"And once I will have her father removed from the picture and taken over their empire she will have nowhere to go."

"You know she'll hate you more than she already does after you kill her father."

"Her father is no less than a monster. I will be doing her a favor actually." Tom once again glances at a portrait picture of you.

"Princess your kingdom eagerly awaits your arrival." he mutters to himself with a smug grin on his face.

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boomerang

my infamous boomerang series... part six (my most recent: the lights and the voices) will have an altered ending if i choose to publish it, because i absolutely hated where i went with it

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The dynamic is different. The feelings are still there, positively? Maybe not, but remembering the remnants of what was left of the butterflies was enough. But then again, nothing is ever enough.

Tom returned home, exhausted and merely overworked. She'd be there for him though, she always is. It's just in her nature, to care and nurture those around her, to be the healer by choice. Having Tom as her boyfriend was most definitely not different, only now she was being cared for while caring for others, something unfamiliar and quite alienated.

She was picking him up from the airport, waiting for him at the gate. The overhead announcer's voice rang through the built-in speakers, informing the building that flight 729 had just landed and passengers were making their ways off the plane and into the safety of the concrete structure.

Spotting him immediately, she walked as fast as she could without running. He had taken first class, so no doubt he was out before the rest of the crowd, giving him the upper hand and the opportunity to leave before things got busy.

"Hi," Y/N said once reaching him, standing in front of his figure, expecting him to pull her into his embrace like he always did. But he didn't. Just a kiss on the cheek, which would suffice for now. She shook it off, noticing the bags in his hands, so she walked alongside him, glancing at Harry momentarily with a tight-lipped smile, and they made their ways to baggage claim.

The car ride was much less tense than their reunion. Perhaps Tom missed his morning coffee and had just woken from a nap, which could easily be solved with some of his favorite tea, which Y/N had stocked up on in preparation for his arrival. Dropping Harry off at home, Y/N switched places and took Harry's seat: the driver's seat. After helping Harry remove his bags, the pair were off to their own flat a few blocks down. The same routine: load the suitcases into the apartment and get Tom settled as fast as possible to lighten the load that jet lag had placed on his brain and body.

"Thanks, love," Tom said, pulling Y/N into his side and kissing her head. They were in the doorway of the open front door, his bags abandoned by the coat hooks on the wall.

She hummed with a smile, wrapping her arms around him. "Of course."

Tom smiled back before they released from their momentary embrace, and he intertwined their hands and led them into the kitchen for some tea. It was noticeably at least six o'clock, so Y/N decided to dedicate an hour of the rest of today to get Tom ready for bed.

He was sitting on the counter, looking at his phone as Y/N boiled the water in the kettle, pulling out Tom's favored tea. When it was ready, she gently gave him the mug with a smile. Without looking up from his phone, he gave her a small nod and blindly grabbed for the mug still in her hand. With a playful eye roll, she made the reach and filled the distance, standing beside where he was seated.

Ten minutes later and their tea was finished. Y/N sighed and started for the kitchen door, and only then did Tom put his phone back in his pocket and hop off the counter to follow her like the lost puppy he always seemed to be. She prepared him a shower and got him a towel as well as a change of clothes. While he was showering, she closed the window curtains and readied the bedroom for Tom's early bedtime. She pondered what she'd do -- maybe read a book or watch a movie, downstairs, of course, to not disturb Tom or escalate his grumpy demeanor.

Emerging from the bathroom, he plopped on the bed, waving his arms in the air as a silent beg for her to join. She gave in, laying on his chest for the first few minutes as his breathing slowed, and when she was positive he was asleep, she pulled the duvet and the covers over his peaceful figure, and quietly closed the door on her way out.

At ten o'clock, she finally joined Tom and let dreams consume her mind, and she was thankful Tom was able to sleep through the night. In the morning, she woke first, a smile on her face as she glanced at Tom who was surprisingly still asleep.

Still in her pajamas, Y/N makes her way into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of them. It's a sunny Saturday, winds unfortunately high but sustainable. She decides on pancakes, adding hash browns and sausage to the party as well. She set up the small breakfast table; It's round, and seated comfortably in the corner of the wide open space in the kitchen. The bay window is the opening participant that sees the first rays of sunlight for the day. Mornings by the bay window are hopeful and optimistic, and it reminds Y/N that change means opportunity.

She hears footsteps descending down the stairs and knows Tom is coming, so she sets his mug by the seat across from hers. Walking through the swing door, he makes eye contact with Y/N and she smiles in response.

"Good morning. Made you some breakfast," she smiles bashfully.

"Mornin'," Tom rumbles out, plopping into his seat.

Y/N sits back in her seat, expecting a morning peck like he always does, but after Tom sits down she just assumes he’s still a bit tired after his trip.

"So," Y/N said between bites. "I was wondering what we're going to do on Tuesday, because Sam and Elysia wanted to go carve pumpkins down at the-"

"I think I have meetings that day," Tom said, swigging down some tea.

"Oh," she spoke, disappointment obvious in her voice, but still hopeful. "Okay, we could reschedule or something."

Tom hummed in approval, drinking the last of his tea before standing up and placing his napkin next to his plate. "Gonna go get ready," he said, kissing her cheek as he left the kitchen.

Y/N watched him leave before looking down at her plate, hand still lightly gripping her fork, pancakes abandoned in the cooling syrup. Thinking to herself, she pondered the thought on what Tom has to do today. Letting go of the thought, she stands up to wash the dishes.

***

She couldn't reschedule. It was actually something pre-booked, a few weeks back. They had talked about it over Face-time, her excitement coming out and through the phone as squeaks and rants about the subject. But now Tom wasn't around despite being home. He was in and out of conversations, and he was rarely at the flat. When he was, it was brief and an unavoidable stop to pick up and drop off some things or freshen up, and then he was out again.

He was drifting, and Y/N didn't even know where he was going during the days. But then, when pictures from the paparazzi started popping up, she grew worried and a bit paranoid, but within reason. Of course, though, she didn't mention anything. She never would have, had Harrison and Harry not come over to hang out.

"Do you know who she is?" Harry asked, sipping his beer from his spot on the couch.

"Who?" Y/N asked.

"That girl Tom's always with."

"I thought you would know, you traveled with him."

Harrison hummed, brows furrowed. "I think he mentioned something about a girl he met at a bar while I was in the loo, but I think they're just friends or something."

Y/N nodded, accepting the explanation and hoping to switch subjects. To no avail, though, because Harry was always one to linger on the little details, and Y/N supposed it was a habit he picked up when scrolling through the colors of snapshots he'd taken with his eyes behind the viewfinder.

"Things are good between you two though, right?" Harry piped out. "She's just a friend?"

Y/N hummed similarly, hoping to keep her uncertainty concealed. Harry's eyebrows went up expectantly, and she spoke again. "He's never really... around."

"What do you mean?" Harrison asked.

"He's always doing work stuff. Out of the house."

Harrison nodded slowly, understanding some points, but Harry wasn't the same. "That's ridiculous. His schedule is clear until December."

Both Y/N and Harrison moved their heads in Harry's direction, disbelief and shock running through their veins.

"What? " Y/N whizzed out.

Harry nodded again. "Yeah, he's free until the Spiderman filming picks up again. They rescheduled it again, that's why it's pushed back."

Y/N sat back, hands in her lap as thoughts and ideas and concepts and worries raced through her mind like it was the Indie 500. Her palms moved to rub her eyes, and she shook her head as though to physically drop all the worries.

"Well it's probably something work-related," she reasoned. Before she could go on, the front door opened, and in emerged Tom. The three friends turned to glance at him before making wary eye contact, and then looking back to the brown-haired Brit.

"Hey, Tom," Harrison spoke. "You want a beer? Join us?"

Tom glanced around, avoiding eye contact with Y/N before breathing out and nodding his head, sitting on the other end of the couch. Away from Y/N.

***

When the boys had left, Y/N started cleaning up the living area and loading dishes into the dishwasher. Tom was taking the trash out, entering the kitchen to bring in the remaining dishes, but Y/N spoke up before he could leave.

She was just rinsing the dishes before placing them in the machine, a tip her mother had taught her. Shaking a plate gently, she glanced at Tom and started talking.

"Tom?"

"Hm?"

"Where do you go all the time?"

He stopped and turned around slowly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean why are you never home?"

"I told you already," he sighed. "Work stuff."

"But I talked to Harry and," another dish into the machine, "he said your schedule is.. clear for.. a couple months?"

Tom closed his eyes in frustration, trying not to furrow his brows in annoyance as well. "Why are you asking other people about my business? It's not even your business, so just- keep out of it."

Nodding shakily, she put another cup into the rack. "Right," she agreed. "Sorry."

"Yeah, it's okay," he said before leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs for bed.

Y/N exhaled again, her breathing unsteady and shaky. She stood in place to let the tears dry, before loading the rest of the dishes into the washer, turning it to the proper setting and going to bed.

***

It had been three weeks of this: on and off moments, small banters that could quickly turn to arguments if more effort and courage were put in place, and distant interactions despite living with each other.

In the entire month that Tom had returned to his home country of England, Y/N had had a total of seventeen conversations with him, with the exclusion of questions and requests to 'pass the salt,' or 'have you seen my sweater?'. Nine of those conversations had been banters, arguments without the intensity or tension or escalation.

Thursday night was the first time the tension had started to set thick like a creamer, except this wasn't sweet. Tom was late to dinner, again. It had been the fourth time he promised to show up and the fourth time he pulled a Peter-Parker and didn't bother coming at all. It's one thing to be stood up by a date, but another by a boyfriend you live with. Setting her napkin back on the table, Y/N paid for the time-filler wine she had drank before driving home.

The lights were on, and Tom's car was in the driveway. Setting her keys into the bowl and her jacket on its hook, she walked into the living room to find Tom, a beer fitted in his hand while he laughed at something Harrison and Sam were talking to him about, Harry and Tuwaine fussing over something on a phone.

Sam heard her footsteps on the floorboards first. "Oh, hey Y/N."

"Look at you, all dressed up," Harry teased.

"Yeah, who's that all for?" Harrison laughed.

"Tom."

The room went quiet, the speaker streaming Harry's playlist filling the silence so dreadfully set.

"Excuse me?"

Y/N looked down and chuckled softly. "Yeah, excuse you," she agreed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he put his game cards down.

"Date night?" she suggested softly.

"What about it?"

"You've stood me up for the fourth time."

"You never tell me when these things are!" His voice rising, a frank contrast to Y/N's light tone.

"It's always written in the calendar on the fridge."

"Well I don't always go in the fridge."

"Because I'm always cooking you food," Y/N reasoned with a sigh.

"That's- " his face scrunched up, "bullshit."

"Not really," she said, moving around the room, bringing her purse and putting it on the table, stealing a chip from the arrangement of snacks the boys had brought out.

"Okay well- not everyone has time to check a fucking calendar. I mean- it's the 21st century for fuck's sake."

"Tom," Harrison put his hand out, "calm down."

"I'm just saying," Y/N went on. "I get if you didn't check the first time or maybe a second time, but after four missed dinner dates it's quite obvious what the intention is."

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Tom challenged, voice still noticeably raised.

"Maybe you're moving on."

"Moving on?" he repeated. "From what? You?" he jokingly suggested.

"Yeah," Y/N said seriously, positively.

"What? That's fucking crazy."

"Look guys, maybe we could come over another time," Harry said, the boys starting to stand up and make their way out, but Y/N cut them short.

"No- you can stay. I think.. I think I'll leave."

"What?" Tom repeated, looking at her with a crazed expression. "What the fuck is wrong with you, right now? You're making all this shit up."

"I merely said you're moving on from me, Tom. Is that so hard to see? What, with you never home and going out with some girl all the time and missing dinner dates and barely spending time with your actual girlfriend – it's not hard to believe you've fallen out of love. You just keep pushing me away! I love you, but I can't promise I'll always rebound like a boomerang."

"Some girl?" Tom repeated, hands moving into a gesture, palms out towards the ground, his elbows close to his abdomen. "Is that what this is about? You don't trust your baby boyfriend, is that it?"

She glared into his eyes, "I have every right to be insecure about a relationship that's dying out," Y/N deadpanned.

"Dying out?" he repeated her words again. "Something is obviously wrong with your brain, lately," he was following her around the couch, the boys watching them but remaining quiet, trying to cut the tension. "Just so you know, it takes two people," he held up two fingers, "to make a relationship work. Just because I," he gestured to himself, "haven't been in-touch with you doesn't mean you have."

Y/N exhaled, grabbing her purse and then fully turning to look at him. "Who do you think makes you tea and breakfast every morning? Does your laundry? Preps the shower and your clothes for the day, and sets reminders on your phone? Hm?" she sighed. "Who do you think is still caring for you? Maybe you forgot what loving someone is about, but at least I never gave up on someone I promised to stay committed to."

"You have no-"

"And I would understand if you were under the pressure of work and press and your job and all that– but you're not even working right now," she breathed out, wiping her eyes in hopes to keep the tears from falling. "You're intentionally choosing not to spend time with me. Of course I still love you, but it would've hurt a lot less if you just told me you'd fallen out of love, instead of moving on to find a replacement."

From the couch, the boys swallowed hard, hoping they weren't about to witness what would probably be the worst breakup of the century since Ross and Rachel. Disappointed, they were, but not surprised. Harrison and Harry had seen it coming first – it had been weeks since they had hung out with the pair together, weeks since they'd seen any signs of affection, and weeks of missing love that hung in the air like fog or mistletoe.

"You can't just assume I've fallen out of love or some crazy shit like that!" Tom defended neither of the two. "What are you even saying, right now?"

Y/N patted the couch cushions, looking down at her purse. "I think I'm.. going to stay with my friend."

"What?"

"I'm breaking up with you, Tommy," she clarified.

"What?" he breathed out again, eyes watering.

She went on, "I think it's best for both of us right now."

"That's- that's-" he didn't have anything to say, though, and his stuttering was an obvious sign to Y/N that he didn't have many objections to the decision.

"I lo- I'll uh- see you around or something."

"And all your stuff here?"

"I'll come and get it all later," she said, placing a hand over his that was leaning on the couch, before glancing one last time to the boys gathered around the coffee table, whose heads were down in shame. She grabbed her purse again, and the door clicked shut after the echo of her footsteps.

Tom's mouth was open in shock at her decision to follow through with what she had said. He turned around to look at the boys, eyes watered and red. He shook his head and rubbed his face for a good few moments, before sitting back down in his spot, picking up the cards and continuing as if nothing had taken place

"Tom?" Harry said. "Aren't you going to go after her?"

Ignoring him, Tom placed a card down. "C'mon guys, let's just finish the game."

Eight days had passed since Y/N left. The very next morning, she came by as she said she would, and she packed up her stuff. It took about six hours, and Tom wasn't there for any of them.

When he returned home, the house felt eerily quiet, and dead empty. It was bare and lifeless, dispassionate and lacking love. He dropped his backpack by the door and made his way up the staircase, noticing the absences of items that had been moved from their rightful positions, from places they'd stayed in for so long.

One would think the bedroom would be the hardest to face, but to Tom it was actually the bathroom. Y/N's skincare products, makeup utensils and palettes, as well as her hair-care supplies and dental hygiene treatments were all gone. Out, away, dissipated. Even her body wash was gone, and when Tom checked the towel closet, an entire shelf was vacant from where her favorite blankets and sheets used to sit comfortably.

The little knick knacks she had collected throughout their time together, and the souvenirs he had gotten her had also departed. Pictures and mugs and plates and houseplants and post-it notes and pillows were gone, vanished and scattered. It was as though they had evaporated into thin air, unlike Y/N's presence, and soul and mind and body and love.

Regret coursed through his veins, pumped his heart and pounded his head. Tears flowed like a melody, deafening his eyes. Cries and sobs rang through the air like bullets, killing only the innocent. He fell to the support of the door frame, crying like no human ever should. Moments passed before he slid to the ground, weeping and wailing and whining. He must've laid there for hours, crying without limit, to no end, before sleep consumed his body and dreams called out to him, and peace set in on his body, his breaths steadying, chest no longer heaving.

The next morning, Tom awoke on the floor with a merciless headache, dehydration setting into his body nicely. His hair was greasy and hands sticky from sweat, his shirt stained from his breakdown. The house was dull and bland, the morning air no longer sweet. There was no breakfast to greet him as the lingering feelings of sleep wore off. There was no warm shower or fresh set of clothes waiting to be worn. His favorite mug was empty for the first morning in over a month, and the tea bags of his preferred brand had finally gone from low stock to nonexistent.

Tom sat up, his brain exhausted and on overdrive, and he got to work on crying again.

***

The skies grew darker, the sun shied away. The tea was bland, the showers were cold, and the bed was empty. Maybe not empty, but bigger. Tom was just now coming to his senses, realizing his mistakes as the initial anger wasted away. But as cliches go, it was most obviously too late. He laid in the dark, eyes bloodshot and breaths unsteady and rapid, with his hands clenched into fists as salty rivers overflowed the ponds that were his eyes. He was crying out to a god that didn't exist, begging for mercy and forgiveness but still going unheard. Selective listening, but now Tom was the one unheard. If hearts could break, this was an inevitable shatter, the remnants of her spirit crushing the broken pieces left on the floor, pieces he knew that would have been glued together by the love that was no longer a part of his life.

A month shy of Y/N's absence, Tom was breaking down, his acting skills coming to greater use the more he pretended to be okay. A life without his girl wasn't life at all, but a nightmare. He was lost on what move to make next; his queen would be in trouble, and moving a knight would do nothing but damage. He wanted to throw the whole board game to the wall, watch it shatter the way his heart did. He wanted to watch someone feel the same things he was feeling, but more importantly, he wanted her back.

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Okay but fwb!roommate!Tom and you trying to have sex, but Harrison or one of Tom's brothers is staying for the week and no one knows you're hooking up?

au: fwb!roommate!Tom

18+ !!!! contains nsfw material. extended warnings beneath the cut.

warnings: unprotected shower sex. please practise safe sex!! condoms act as barriers against STIs as well as unplanned pregnancy.

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When your flatmate Tom had asked if he could let his brother, Harry, bunk down at your place for the week, you’d been quick to agree. What you hadn't realised in your naivety was that you'd just signed up to the week from hell.

It’s not that Harry’s a difficult guest to have. Really, it’s quite the opposite: Harry is a lot quieter and neater than Tom, and he at least knows how to keep the kitchen tidy. He’s sleeping in Tom’s room, and whenever you’re home he’s either stolen away in there or he’s laying out on the couch, but he keeps to himself. He’s nice - friendly and warm, just like Tom - and you guys get along fine.

Just… Harry is an exceptional cock-block, and it’s beginning to get on your very last nerve.

To be fair to him, Harry doesn’t know that there’s anything going on between you and Tom. And really, there isn’t anything going on - you’re just friends with benefits who happen to live together. You’ve known Tom for years, and it had made sense to move in together for your third years of uni… Just like it had also made sense to act on that thick sexual tension that’d been hanging between you like a dark cloud.

So sometimes you and Tom shag. Usually in his room, or your room, sometimes in the shower, a few times on the couch… And it’s electric, and consuming, and completely fulfilling, but now his brother Harry is staying and you can’t seem to find the time or opportunity to jump Tom like your body aches to.

“Stop it,” Tom mutters. You’re sitting beside him on the sofa, watching one of Harry’s latest short-films through the banged-up tv that rests on the coffee table.

“Stop what?” You whisper, a smirk in your voice.

“You know what.”

You’ve got your hand resting on Tom’s thigh, beneath the blanket that covers you both. You’re pulled nicely into his side, his strong bicep keeping you close to him, and the position makes it oh so easy to just...let your hand wander up and down his inner thigh. You wouldn’t risk anything else - not with Harry sitting so close - but you’d be lying if you said you don't enjoy watching Tom’s jaw clench and unclench, his cheeks slowly rounding out with a pale pink blush.

“I miss you,” you mutter, tilting your mouth so it’s near his ear. Your eyes flicker out to Harry, and you note he’s still wrapped up in the scenes on the tv, so you add, “It’s been five days since you’ve fucked me, Tom. We haven't gone this long in forever.”

Tom swallows, his eyes skittering over your face, and his gaze darkens as he takes in the aroused glint that dances in your stare. One of Tom’s hands wanders up from your shoulder to push some hair from your face, and he replies quietly, “You’re going to have to wait another two days.”

You almost release a frustrated groan, but you remember to bite it back at the last minute.

“C’mon, Tom,” you coax instead, fluttering your lashes. “I know you want to.” Your hand twitches further towards his cock, and you can feel the strain on the material of his jeans. “Just one, quick fuck? Please.”

“We can’t. He’s always around.”

“Can’t you just… make him go out?”

“You think I haven’t been trying?”

“Well, can you try a little harder-”

“You guys know I can hear you whispering, right?”

Harry joins your conversation and you startle, an embarrassed smile curling around your lips.

“Sorry, Harry,” you reply, hoping desperately he hasn’t heard the words of your conversation.

“What are you saying?”

Tom clears his throat. “Just, uh, complimenting your camera work,” he lies, giving his brother a forced smile. “Hey, what was that technique just then?”

You tune out the conversation and remove your hand from Tom’s thigh, crossing your arms over your chest instead.

The rest of the evening passes by just as frustratingly. You try to corner Tom in the corridor, only to hear Harry approaching right when your lips were almost on his, and then Tom tries to bend you over the counter in the kitchen, but of course, Harry decides it’s the perfect time to grab a cup of tea. It’s so fucking annoying, and eventually, you call it a night and run away into the bathroom to sulk in the shower.

But you aren’t alone for long.

Just as you’re getting the final shampoo suds from your hair, you hear the bathroom door open and you jump, clutching at your chest. Your eyes make out the familiar figure of Tom through the fogged-up glass, and you relax as you call out,

“Being a creep again, Holland?”

His short laugh brings a smile to your face, and you watch as his blurry figure sheds his clothes in record time. You step aside and pull open the cubicle doors, inviting him into the warm space, and the moment Tom’s beside you, he’s got his lips on yours and you’re being pushed against the tiled wall.

“Shit, you’re eager,” you mutter, reaching up to curl your fingers into Tom's hair. Water droplets spray from the showerhead, loosening up Tom’s hair and causing it to slowly curl up into loose waves, and you enjoy the feeling of his wet strands wrapped around your fingers. He kisses you intensely, his hands running easily over every curve of your soft skin, cupping at your boobs and your hips and grabbing at your ass until you’re moaning quietly into his mouth.

“Shhh, love,” Tom mutters. He kisses you again for good measure. “Harry’s waiting for me next door. Don’t make any noise.”

“Better be quick, then.”

Tom settles closer, and you wrap your arms around his toned torso as you continue to kiss him. It feels so good to have his lips moving over yours, and you enjoy the feeling of him pushing his tongue into your mouth and kissing you messily. After a few moments, he steps in again, and you feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Tom mutters, one of his hands trailing down to settle between your legs. You part your thighs further, allowing him to push two familiar fingers into your entrance. They sink into the knuckles and you whimper, your sensitive walls pulsing around him as he fucks you open quickly. “Missed feeling this fuckin’ pussy. Gonna be so tight for my cock, aren’t you?”

You can only mewl in response as you buck your hips down to meet the tips of his fingers.

“You want me to fuck you, eh? Right in this shower?”

You grab at Tom’s shoulders and nod profusely, your body burning with desire.

“Please, Tom. Fuck me.”

“Shit, of course.”

His hand disappears, but before you can complain about your neglected pussy, Tom’s got his fingers on your waist and he’s carefully turning you around. Your shower has a series of shelves set into the wall, and they make the perfect handholds, so you settle your grip there and press out your ass, arching your back seductively. You throw your head over your shoulder and meet his dark, heady eyes, winking at him cheekily.

“C’mon then,” you tease, grinning wider when Tom runs his cock through your slit. “Made me wait long enough, Tom, might as well- shit.”

Your taunts are cut off as Tom enters you in one slick thrust, and as he bottoms out, you groan in sync. The water drags your sounds away down the sinkhole, and you clench your fingers around the shelf.

“So good,” he praises, his voice a whimper. Tom waits a few moments before pulling out and then entering you again, settling into an easy rhythm that satisfies you both. “Missed this so much, babe.”

There’s water flying everywhere, and the bathroom is echoey and noisy, but you don’t care because it feels so fucking good having Tom inside you again. He bends you over further, one hand on your waist as the other grabs at your ass, and you start pushing back against him to meet his thrusts, loud mewls falling past your lips every time he curves just right and nuzzles up against your g-spot.

“Tom, Tom, shit, I love your cock, keep going.”

It’s messy and he’s rough with you, but you love it. Love the burn of his hands grabbing at you, and the rough sounds of your wet skin slapping together. The sensations of his cock pounding into your desperate cunt makes you whimper, and it isn’t long before you’re bringing your hand down to fiddle with your clit.

“There you go, rub your clit for me, Y/N,” he says, his voice strained. “Getting so close, I want you to come as I fuck you.”

Your bud pulses as you rub it harshly, feeling Tom’s thrusts growing sloppier as his quiet groans fill the room. He pushes you right to the edge, and then you find yourself falling over it, your body rolling around in arcs of pleasure as you try desperately to suppress your moans and whimpers. Tom curses, and you feel his cock twitch inside your pulsing walls as he empties his load into you. He fucks into you until you’re whimpering and panting, and then he’s quick to pull out and grab your waist and pull you flush against him, his lips finding yours as you moan into his mouth from surprise.

“That was so good,” he tells you, his eyes wide. Tom pulls away from your face, his tender gaze skittering out across your face. “I really missed being with you, Y/N. You… You’re incredible.” And there’s a softer tone to his voice that you’ve never really heard before, but you like it.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Tom,” you reply, licking your lips. You reach up and press your hand to his shoulder. “I missed you-”

“Y/N? You alright in there?”

For the second time this evening, you find the voice of Tom’s brother startling you. Harry’s concerned words drift in through the wooden door, and your eyes widen as you realise you’ve been taking a very long shower.

“Yeah! All good!” You call back, ignoring the way Tom looks incredibly amused as you flounder.

“Are you sure? I heard some noises…”

You curse, and you reach back to finally turn off the shower.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, sorry. I was just… singing.”

Tom’s really enjoying himself now - a big cocky smirk on his lips. You scowl at him and push playfully at his chest, only to have him wrap you up in his arms and press a series of soft kisses to your shoulder.

“Right, okay.” Harry falls silent for a moment, and Tom presses a long, teasing kiss to the base of your neck. “If you and Tom can hurry up, I’d really appreciate it. There’s only one bathroom in this flat.”

Tom freezes, and you exchange wide-eyed expressions of alarm.

“Shit.”

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