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hiraethenthusiast · 3 years

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The Hollandairé | t.h.

pairing: ceo!tom x ceo! reader

word count: 16k+

synopsis: exes cross paths on a big event. will they be able to forget each other's mistakes?

warnings: language, sexual innuendos, mentions of an anxiety attack (if you squint), talks about miscarriage, my favourite angst.

a/n: well, well, well im back from a very shitty writers block! look at me, writing angst with exes? oof. can you tell that i absolutely love angst and makeouts in the end? i was somehow inspired by 'idfc' by blackbear to write this fic lol. it took some time and ofcourse i went overboard with it, so hope you enjoy! don't forget to like and reblog! (i even made a moodboard kinda thing uwuwu)

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"Conan I won't hesitate to knee you in the crotch if you don't stop pulling me off this sofa right this second" You tell your roommate, who is desperately trying to get you to go to a gala with him. Being a CEO brings its pros and cons. Pros being, you have a private jet, you're your own boss and you can shout at people with a reason. Cons being, annoyingly nice roommates. You had just shifted to a penthouse in downtown London with your friend Conan, because you refused to stay alone in this bigass house. (You tried living alone once, you were bored to death)

"Conan leave me alone yoo!" You said whining and hunching back into the sofa.

"Get the fuck up and get ready for the launch dude you promised me you wouldn't leave me hanging" Conan shouts over the voice of the t.v. blaring in the background. You pull you hand away from his grip and reach for the remote to shut off the t.v., focusing back on this tall red-headed figure in front of you.

"You know I don't like fancy shit." You grumble.

"It's YOUR fancy shit, get up Y/N." He says and reaches for your arms now, finally making you stand.

"Call Laura, I really don't want to go." You say pulling your phone out from your back pocket and handing it to him.

"If you haven't realised, your manager is the one who forced me to force you to attend the introduction of your fashion line" He fights back.

"- and Y/N. Hey, look at me. You've dreamt of this for how long? Almost all your life. And if you miss the chance to see your empire expand, it's gonna be devastating. You'll obviously miss the fashion show who's got the actual Rudy Pankow walking on a ramp, you'll also miss the opportunity to see people happy with YOUR work. Now get your ass up and get ready." He says and leaves the room, to get ready himself.

It's not that you don't want to go, you really do. Afterall, all of it is your hardwork. But the reason you're not going is because of that asshole. That asshole with whom you used to go out with once, the one who's current goal is to bring you down. The one and only, Tom Holland. You two used to date at some point, the ones who were in love actually, but the rivalry you two have got going on now has lead to you two knowing too much about each other. More than you know about yourself, the other knows it all. Small arguments turned into big ones, that eventually lead to the two of you leaving each other alone. You don't want to go because whenever you meet him, it all turns up into a big mess and your night is typically ruined, and you weren't in the mood for that, atleast not today. He's just a narcissistic bitch who thinks of nothing but degrading you. And that's the reason you don't want to go. Because you know if you talk to him one more time, these banters will persuade you.

But you do realise that you have to go. You have to go because you haven't gone to the last two launches for your perfume and swim line as well, and if you don't go today, Laura will actually end you.

So you just chug all your tea, leaving the kitchen with a grunt to go get ready.

"Hey Marco, can you send in that pantsuit I got done the other day? Look over for modifications if possible, although it looks great in just the solid colour, and please get it drycleaned." You tell your designer over the phone, to which he agreed and you go into your room to get your hair and makeup done.

"Wear a dress to the launch of your fashion line when it gets famous, yeah?"

"Pantsuits all the way Holland, you know I hate dresses."

"I know you do."

You remember the faint memory from over two years ago, that dream actually coming true, just without the person you dreamt it with.

You put your hair in a low bun with a middle part, giving you a classy formal look, and you do a almost non existent makeup look, only your eyes bold to accent with your outfit. Marco drops off the forest green pantsuit at your house, you giving it a twist with wearing a lace corset beneath the blazer.

"I look hot." You told yourself.

You and Conan leave for the event, you fidgeting in between 15 minute durations, Conan reassuring you that he'll be with you until the night ends.

That didn't last long. You lost Conan as soon as you entered the venue, so you occupied yourself with having conversations with other company owners, hearing how they're doing in the industry, blah blah blah.

"Do I look like I care?" You say to yourself.

You move ahead, only to cross paths with the one and only. He was wearing a cherry coloured perfectly tailored suit, adding a hint of Tom with the glasses. He looked good.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Y/N?" He says, twirling his champagne glass in his hands.

"Look Holland I really don't have time for this shit, please take a goodie bag on your way home" You say with a bit of sass and start to move away, only to get your arm held back, making you bump in his chest.

"I see you wore the pantsuit you always wanted to wear at your event, angel " He says, making you pull away from him.

"Don't ever call me that again, and this is a warning." You were about to continue further with your answer, but you were utterly shocked to see the person in front of you.

"Is that the Y/N Y/L/N, in person, the one who's way too busy to answer my phone calls?" He says, making you laugh a bit.

"Jaeden?" You say, laughing heartily.

"In the flesh, tigeress." He says, doing grabby hands at you as an indication to pull you in a hug. You oblige and walk towards him and give him the biggest bear hug you've given anyone in two years. You pull back just to hit him on the chest once, playfully ofcourse.

"Tigeress. Oof haven't heard that in a while" You keep your conversation going on with Jaeden, while Tom is absolutely dumbfounded about whatever just happened in these past few seconds.

There's this hot guy named Jason or whatever, who calls you 'tigeress' and you aren't pestering him for calling you with a nickname but you definitely were ready to give Tom a piece of your mind when he called you 'angel'? Who is this guy?

Tom goes off to find Conan, who was situated at the bar downing a shot of tequila.

"Hey who's that guy Jason?" He asks him, pointing towards you and Jaeden in the middle of the hall.

"You mean Jaeden?" He says, biting onto a slice of lemon.

"Yeah whatever who is he?" Tom asks again, turning towards to bartender asking for a glass of whiskey.

"Why do you want to know?" Conan shoots back.

"Just curious. Can you just fucking tell me now?" Tom tries again, getting frustrated now.

"Chill dude. Jaeden used to work with Y/N a long time ago. He had this crush on her for like forever, but then Y/N went in for entrepreneurship and they were just not in contact with each other." He says.

"Crush huh?" Tom says, gripping onto his glass so tight that his knuckles almost turned white.

"Why do you look like you're about to murder someone?" Conan asks, getting concerned.

"Because I might." Tom says, grinding his teeth while forcing a smile.

The night goes by pretty smoothly, for you. You and Jaeden were clinged to each other almost the whole night, and then Tom watching you both from a distance, trying not to snap hard at people. He just took enough of it, he had to do something. He wasn't really sure why was he jealous, 'maybe because you love her' his heart said, but his mind crossing paths with a 'no you don't' in the middle. He was in a dilemma, but was mostly leaning towards his heart's side. He finally got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Y/L/N." He says, keeping his composure.

"Yes?" You turn around to come face to face with him, laughing on something Jaeden had said.

"Board of Directors want to meet you on third floor. I was going that way only, wanted to inform you." He says.

"Oh okay. Jaeden I'll be back in a few. And tell me about that Mario Kart incident." You say, your laughter dying as you walk towards the elevator, motioning Tom to move as well. You both enter the elevator and you click the button for third floor.

"So Jaeden's a long lost friend, I assume?" He tries to small talk, failing miserably.

"Yeah, I used to work with him a long time back. Why do you ask?" You say, being the nicest you've been to Tom in two years.

"Just making small talk. So, exactly how long ago, you used to work with him?" He tries again.

"A really long time ago." You tell him.

"When we were dating?" He says, hesitating.

The elevator dings and you reach third floor, both of you moving into a very empty hallway.

"Why do you care Tom?" You say, making him frustrated even more.

"Because you're my fucking ex-girlfriend whom I'm worried about because that asshole has a mega crush on you" He says, making you jerk your head towards him.

"How many whiskeys have you had?" You ask him, because he was sounding oblivious that's for sure.

You turn around to open the meeting room to find it empty, making you glare at Tom once again.

"Why the fuck did you bring me up here Holland, where's the meeting?" You say, narrowing your eyes towards him.

"There is no meeting Y/N, the Board didn't show up this year, remember?" He says moving and fidgeting around the room.

"Then why did you bring me up here, dumbass?" That put him over the edge. He starts walking towards you making you take a few steps back, finally cornering you in the room.

"Because that guy is fucking flirting with you Y/N. That guy has been roaming around the whole night with my girl, touching and hugging my girl in front of me and you expect me to keep my calm? Huh? I don't fucking care okay? You're supposed to be mine and I was a jerk who let you go. I can't stand seeing you with other people. What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N, why did you leave me?!" He shouts at you, making your blood boil even more.

You push him back and stand in front of him, glaring as if you were going to rip his head off.

"No Tom, YOU left me, alright? I cried almost every night after that day when you left, and you didn't even have the empathy to give me a call. You, are too self-absorbed, and not me Tom. It was all you. I haven't been to even one of my launches just because I know you'll be there, you'll be there to put me down again. And why the fuck do you care about whom I talk to huh?" You shout at him.

"Why would I come to every single one of your launches Y/N?! To see you! To see the person who understood me more than I did, just to fucking see your face and calm my nerves!" He shouts back. He moves towards you and holds you chin to put your eyes at his eye level.

"Look at me Y/N. Look at me. Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? Look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. Tell me I meant nothing to you and I'll leave this second. Tell me that this was all a lie." He says, making your eyes water.

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Then why do you keep hurting me Y/N?! You hurt me so much! You left me when I needed you the most! I wanted you and you weren't there-" He shouts again.

"SHUT UP TOM, SHUT UP! Stop it! Stop! Please. Stop." You're crying hysterically now, hunching up in a corner trying to calm yourself down. Tom immediately sees it and runs towards you holding your hands and cradling them.

"Hey, hey Y/N. Look at me, look at me baby. It's Tom. Hey baby. I'm here, yeah? I'm here. Stop crying come on babe, please. Love, look at me. I'm here." He says, now running his hand over your cheeks wiping your tears.

"Go away. Go away from me." Is all you say, which makes his ears perk and brings water to his eyes.

He stands up and moves out of the room, closing the door just to hear you crying again. He sits down on the floor with his back on the door now, crying, waiting for you to say something.

"Please, open the door." He says, bursting into tears and hugging himself with his arms, wishing it was you.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you still haven't said anything. Tom misses you so much, and it was so fucked up of you to leave him like this. He was hurt, but he could never stop loving you. Ever.

"Losing you would be a nightmare that I'd beg to be awaken from everyday." You say opening the door, your eyes blood red, hair disheveled making Tom look at you, whose eyes were blood red too.

"What?"

"I was pregnant, Tom." You tell him, making his eyes widen and holding your hand for comfort.

"The day-" You clear your throat "The day we fought is when we lost the baby. I was going to tell you I was pregnant that day, but then that happened." You were crying a bit more now, but still held you composure so you can handle Tom from now.

"The argument gave me too much stress and, and it was affecting the baby so as soon as you left, um, my stomach started aching really badly and, and yeah we lost our baby then. That's why I left." You say, you were crying on his shoulder now, intentionally ignoring his reaction because you knew it would hurt him.

"We, we- lost our baby?" He says, a bit shocked but choking on his tears. You remain silent.

"Hey, hey. Listen. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have fought with you. You were already really worried and I just added onto your pressure. I'm so sorry baby I'm so so sorry." He was full-on crying now, he sniffled in your neck because he was too afraid to show his emotions.

"It wasn't your fault Tommy, it was ours." You say, running your hand in his curls. The way you missed his chestnut curls. It was all good again, well atleast you hoped.

Tommy. That always brought butterflies in his stomach.

You talked everything out in the bathroom, while washing your faces and cleaning up. You both understood that everything was going back to normal, just like the old times. One conversation lead to another, and you spent two hours on the bathroom floor just laughing and having gossip.

"It's been a while." You say laughing, looking at your watch.

"Yeah."

"Why did you say 'my girl' Tom?" You ask him directly.

"Hm?"

"You called me 'my girl' in the conference room. Why?" You tell him, and he instantly remembers that he did do that.

"You're in my head almost everyday Y/N. Even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't have been this hard letting go, but it was. I still love you, even if you don't." He says, taking some tissue paper off the counter.

"Who said I don't love you?" You say, making his eyes widen.

"Wha- wh- what are you implying here?" He stumbles upon his words, making you laugh.

"I still love you, you goof."

"Y/N you have to be serious you're making me want things I can't have." He says wholeheartedly.

You say nothing but grab him by his collar and kiss him with full force. After two years, you felt those soft lips on yours again, reminiscing every moment you had missed in these past years. They felt the same, soft and plump, just as if they were made for you. They fit in with yours like a puzzle, that was meant to be solved by these two hearts which were tangled, but now, in a right way. Tom kissed back almost immediately, feeling your lips was like a dream come true. A recurrent dream in his mind. You both pull back to see red and puffy lips and give out a light laugh. He doesn't stop, he keeps leaving peppery kisses all over your face mumbling sweet words again and again.

"I missed you so, so much angel." he says leaving a kiss on your nose.

"I missed you too bubba." you say leaving a small peck on his lips.

"Let's go now, we've been here for almost two hours." You start to move towards the door, but get pulled back by your waist.

"Tell Jaeden to maintain distance, yeah?" He says.

"Or what?" You say in a playful tone.

"Babygirl, I think you've forgotten what I'm capable of." He says, kissing your neck.

"I think I have. And stop kissing me I look shit." You say, laughing.

"I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now." He says leaving another harsh suck on your skin, which can hopefully be covered by your blazer.

"Are you going to eyefuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" You say, now kissing Tom's sweet spot.

"Finish this event in the next half an hour. I'll see you at my house babe." He says leaving one last peck on your lips.

You both reach downstairs after fixing your makeup and hair, you reach upto the stage and and hold onto the mic.

"Thankyou all for attending the event. We look forward to having more business with you! Don't forget to post something about our line 'The Hollandairé' on your social media platforms and don't forget to tag us! We are, The Y/L/N's thankyou have a good night!"

He listen to you and smirks to himself, because you do do what you say.

"I'm going to name my first fashion line 'The Hollandairé' " You say making a banner with your hands.

"And I'll be right with you then baby" He says, kissing your cheek.

Looks like he kept his promise too.

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yikes-buckybarnes · 5 years

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i just wanna fuckin makeout with a cutie

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friendly-neighborhood-michelle · 6 years

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"tomholland2013 just posted a photo"

*sees 6 shirtless in-bed selfies*

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thewildheroine · 6 years

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First To Know |Request|

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2222

Pairing: Tom Holland x Downey!Reader

Request: "Could you do a Tom Holland x RDJ daughter, maybe they get caught together"

A/N: Nothing makes me happier than scrolling through hundreds of pictures of soft ™ Tom Holland. This is really just a fluff piece with a looooooot of kissing so enjoy babes!!!

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I sit inside of my dad’s dressing room, spread out on the entirety of his giant suede couch. A book I’ve already read about a dozen times sits patiently on my lap as I drop my head back and onto the armrest. It lands harder than expected and I wince, instantly regretting the decision. With a tired groan, I sit up and look at the letters “RDJ” engraved into the door. After staring at my dad’s initials for a few seconds I stand tiredly. I hear and feel my back crack all along the bone when I stretch.

For two hours I have been meandering around the dressing room. When the Russo brothers announced they would be having a quick meeting my dad told me to go wait until it was finished, meaning that it was probably about special scenes they’d be acting out throughout the day. I did as I was told, not wanting to stress my dad out even more.

My hands brush through the different clothing articles hung up on the wall. Once I reach the end I begin wondering if there is anywhere I could go where I wouldn’t be so bored. My dad said just to wait outside while the meeting was going on. He never said where. Seeing the loophole my mind automatically begins wandering through the different possibilities. Everyone should be at the meeting if it’s an overview of what scenes they’re doing for the day. Well… mostly everyone. A proud smirk spreads across my lips as I grab my phone and cardigan that were both discarded when I arrived in the dressing room.

I peek my head out of the door to make sure I won’t be stepping out to receive a lecture from anyone. The moment I know the halls are clear I jump out of the dressing room and hold the door so it doesn’t make a bang. Sighing out of relief, I turn to walk down the hall. As I pass each door my eyes run of the names. I pray to myself that Tom’s is down here. Quietly, I scoff to myself, wondering how it’s possible to be in a relationship and not knowing where they are even when you’re both in the same vicinity.

Our relationship is still new though and I doubt Tom even knows I’m here. For close to a month we have been dating, which I’m sure my dad would proudly explain is my longest relationship. At least the longest relationship he has no idea about. Both Tom thought it best to keep it a secret from him until he was less stressed and now more than ever I agree. Every day my dad seems more a more tired from the role he plays and I can’t risk Tom and I’s relationship stressing him out even more. Not when the whole cast is so close to finishing.

I skid to a stop when I see Tom’s name on the door. Again, I look up and down the halls to make sure no one is watching before I knock. Right away Tom opens the door. His eyes light up at the sight of me and when he pulls me into a hug as fast as he can I’m a little stunned.

“Hey,” I giggle before returning his embrace. “You’re happy to see me.” Tom pulls away from me and laughs as well, brushing a stray hair away from my face.

“I didn’t know you were coming today,” he tells me. I shrug and step inside when he gestures for me to do so.

“Dad decided to get me out of the house, which I’m super grateful for,” I answer as I look around his dressing room. Compared to my dad’s it’s a complete mess, and that’s a pretty hard thing to accomplish. I can tell Tom’s a little self-conscious about it because he kicks something over to his closet, making me smile.

“I’m guessing you’re not allowed to be at the meeting then,” he remarks as he sits down on his sofa. “That’s gotta suck.” I grin smugly and settle into his lap.

“At least I’m not actually in the cast,” I tease Tom. In response, he rolls his eyes and grabs onto my waist. I follow the pull of his grasp so that I’m facing him fully. His hands wrap all the way around my midsection once I’m in a comfortable position.

“Very funny, darling,” he murmurs jokingly and I smile. My face drops close to his so that our lips are only a few centimeters away. Tom’s eyes flash down to them and back up to my eye, most likely hoping that I didn’t notice. I move my hands up to his face and run them through his soft brown curls.

“I know right?” I joke. “I’ve got the best sense of humor.” Tom begins chuckling, but as he’s doing so I press my lips to his, earning a surprised hum. It only takes him a moment to reciprocate the kiss though. His hands pull me tighter against his torso so that we’re as connected as possible. I smile into Tom’s lips.

Abruptly, I break away from him. Tom grunts disapprovingly as I push myself up and off the couch. His hands slide away from my body achingly slow as I step backward and towards the counter filled with different types of hair and skin care. I pick up a bottle of something and study the contents. When Tom’s hands grab me from behind though I gasp and nearly drop the glass container. Before I can risk breaking it again I place it down on the countertop. I twist around and slap Tom’s shoulder lightly, causing him to laugh again.

The noise makes me smile as well. “You ass.” I try to act serious but his contagious smile finds my face and I can’t help but beam up at him happily.

“Sorry Y/N,” he manages to apologize through his laughter. Tom’s hands find mine as he begins guiding us to the sofa. I follow him with a wide grin still plastered on my face.

“Sure you-” I begin to accuse him but the second before I finish my sentence Tom trips on a shirt that was haphazardly left on the ground. We fall back for a moment until Tom’s back is met with the couch. I fall onto his chest with a yelp. As soon as our bodies meet Tom gasps at the sudden contact.

“Shit,” I mumble as I pull off of him. “Tom, are you okay?” I wonder worriedly. Only when it’s too late do I notice the smug smirk playing on his lips. In under a second Tom leaps up and towards me, consequently pushing me down onto the couch so that he can hover over my body. His hands have found mine so he can hold them by the side of my head.

“You little-” Tom shuts me up by dropping his lips onto my own. I chuckle and return the kiss with what little control I’ve been given. Finally, one of Tom’s hands releases my own, which probably means he wants me to run a hand through his hair. I laugh again and slide my hand up his arm before letting it dip into his thick hairline. He shivers into the kiss because of my actions.

Before I know it the kiss has become needy and Tom’s hand is falling up and down my arm sweetly. Reluctantly, I nip at the bottom of his soft lips, drawing a choked sigh from his mouth. As revenge, Tom switches the positions so that I’m straddling his waist while his back is against the worn armrest of his sofa. I want to take a pause to tease him but now Tom’s lips refuse to break away from mine. Seeing it as a silent compromise I shake my to show Tom how adorably annoying he is. He keeps pulling closer and closer to him, increasing the intensity until we’re both panting against each other’s mouths. I have to wrap my arms his neck to stay stable as he starts licking my lips. Without my permission, a low moan is breathlessly released from inside of me. Tom smiles victoriously when he feels it vibrate against his lips.

“Hey Tommy?” a voice suddenly announces. I snap away from Tom quickly. My motion being too sudden even for my own body, I fall from Tom’s lap and onto the messy floor. I look up through my mussed hair and meet my dad’s wide eyes, letting me know that he saw. A small grimace appears on my lips as I debate on whether or not there is even anything I can say about the subject that would diffuse the tension.

“I was going to ask if you had seen Y/N,” he begins, obviously uncomfortable from the situation, “but I guess I already have that answer.” I look over at Tom who is just as paralyzed as me. We both exchange a nervous look and stare back at my dad.

“Robert, I know this looks pretty weird but…” Tom’s words fall off a cliff and he looks to me, completely unsure. “You know what I have nothing.” I groan and drop my head into my hands.

“Oh my god,” I whisper under my breath, just loud enough for the two men in the room to hear. “Look, dad,” I look up from my sweaty palms and at my father who waits for an explanation impatiently, “we both really wanted to tell you but with the movie finishing up the both of us just figured it may be better to just… wait.” By the end, my voice had gone nearly silent and I’m surprised that my dad could even hear what I was saying. He raises both hands to his temples and rubs his head. Tom and I share yet another frightened look while watching my dad closely.

“Does your mother know?” he wonders finally, making me furrow my brows.

“Uhhhh,” I drone. “What?” He opens his eyes and looks at me so sternly that I want to crawl out of my skin and hide inside of the suitcase left aimlessly next to me.

“Does your mother know?” my dad repeats but the question only makes me more confused. I think about it for a second before shrugging my shoulders.

“No?” I drag out my word with little to no confidence. My dad nods and takes a long, deep breath that makes me far more worried. I look over at Tom who seems just as scared of what is to come as I am.

“It’s fine as long as I know before her,” he confesses and I have to clench my jaw to keep from sighing. Suddenly, my dad points accusingly at Tom and I. “But the next time you little shits try to keep a secret like this from me again I am disowning the both of you.” Now I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips and I have to force myself to look away to keep from losing all of my composure.

“How can you disown me? I’m not even your kid Robert,” Tom asks lightly from the couch. My father raises his finger though and Tom immediately shuts up. After getting the smile off of my face I get up and walk over to my dad. I stand in front of the actor awkwardly for a moment before hugging him. He sighs before wrapping his arms around me so that I know I’m forgiven.

“Sorry dad,” I mumble into his cotton t-shirt. He sighs and pats me on the back.

“It’s okay,” he responds. “No being in a room by yourselves though.” I stifle a laugh and nod in agreement. We hold each other another moment before separating from one another. He looks past me and at Tom who is still watching fearfully on the couch. My dad looks at him for another moment before nodding and walking backward and out of the dressing room. He claps his hands as one last show of his awkwardness.

“See you out there,” he bids before twisting quickly and hastening down the hall. Tom and I look at each other curiously, wondering what the hell just happened.

“So I guess you dad’s cool with us dating,” he mumbles as he stands up and walks over. I nod placidly.

“I guess so,” I chuckle and turn towards him. Suddenly, Tom grabs my face and pulls it towards his. Even though our lips don’t meet with so much intensity as before I still feel the wanting that lingers as Tom pulls my body into his. We stay connected for a second before I disconnect from him. Tom watches me, confused as to why I would end our kiss so quickly.

“Better be careful Tommy or else you’re going to get disowned.” Tom rolls his eyes at my joke before kissing me again. This time it is just a quick peck.

“Come on, love.” Tom grabs my hand and guides me out of his dressing room. “If I don’t do my job I may actually get disowned.” I giggle and nod in happy agreement as we walk hand in hand down the hall, suddenly not afraid that someone may found out we’re together.

A/N: If you have any requests such as this one send it to my ask box!!!!

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wxshing-aep · 2 years

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Press, Press, Press, Press, Press (pt 4)

Andrew Garfield x famous! reader

One Rule Series

In which y/n and Andrew are partnered together for press tour ft. the Wired autocomplete interview and reading thirst tweets

rating: pg 13 (swearing, sexual innuendos, thirst tweets, flirty banter, super obvious dumbasses in love)

all characters are 18+, reader is 20 Andrew is 21

a/n: not proofread so excuse the typos and again feel free to reply or send in asks for and requests or suggestions for andrew and costar! y/n storyline!

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It was safe to say that people loved the show. ‘This is the Life’ was trending number one on netflix and had only been out for about 48 hours.

E!NEWS: Mindy Kaling’s This is the Life shatters Netflix’s 24 hour streaming record!

The hot new drama/ comedy series follows the lives of seven main characters as they navigate through their college experience. A group of 7 main college students: Hannah Harding played by Hunter Schafer, Liz Colson played by Florence Pugh, Ashlynn ‘Ash’ Davis played by y/n y/l/n, Iris Greene played by Zendaya, Harry Kingston played by Tom Holland, Josh Wright played by Timothee Chalamet, and Max Warner played by Andrew Garfield, attempt to conquer young adulthood in this refreshing new series. Click to read more!

Which ‘This is the Life’ character are you? Take the quiz to find out!

Every wild This is the Life fan theory and Season 2 predictions

Love in the Air? Are costars y/n y/l/n and Andrew Garfield hollywood’s next it couple? Here’s what we know so far

You had to turn off your phone notifications due to the massive surge of new followers. You’d been in other projects before but never one this big and all your social media accounts had absolutely blown up overnight and you were now verified. The show had been trending on twitter and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find them to be wildly entertaining.

Trending in United States

1. #ThisistheLife trending with: zendaya, florence pugh, y/n y/l/n, hunter schafer, andrew garfield, timothee chalamet, tom holland

y/nlovebot: y/n y/l/n as Ash Davis you will always be famous! #thisisthelife

andybabess: am i the number one member of the Max Warner defense squad? yes 100%. is that almost solely bc he’s played by andrew garfield and fine as hell? yes 100%

euphorxa: when I get my #maxlynn enemies to lovers slowburn season 4 rain kiss then you all will see

dayamywife: #thisisthelife literally has the hottest cast i’ve ever seen i would let them all run a train

hollandersss: every time there’s a maxlynn scene idk if i want Ash to beat his ass or makeout w him like ik they hate each other but the banter??? hellooo?? y/n and andrew’s chemistry is literally unmatched

pughpugh: the fact that flo, y/n, zendaya, and hunter are actually such good friend irl melts my heart

lolyourenoty/n: no thoughts, only y/n y/l/n’s monologue in episode 4. give her the oscar NEOOOW

tomdayawarrior: no cause tomdaya already has me in a chokehold and now these y/n x andrew interviews are starting to hit a lil too hard

ashlynnsy/n: andrew garfield stop making heart eyes at y/n y/l/n in literally every interview challenge

thisisthelxfe: not yall already shipping maxlynn when they literally just bully each other in every scene are ya’ll okay??

maxlynnordie: not oomf being a maxlynn anti?? LOOK AT THE MATERIAL

garfieldsss: the genderless urge to want to get railed by Max Warner

irisily: so is the iris greene x harry kingston ship name hiris or greenston bc the maxlynns already have a solid ship name and their characters haven’t even kissed like-

warnerwrights: noah fence but greenston is a ship for emotionally stable relationship girlies, maxlynn is a ship for hot girls who are mentally ill

umjustgarfield: if i don’t get a maxlynn angry love confession next season Mindy will be hearing from my lawyers

y/nlefttoe: y/n on this press tour is literally the love of my life BACK OFF ANDREW GARFIELD I’LL FIGHT

kingstonss: not yall already shipping y/n and andrew like they're allowed to be just friends

timoteaaa: idk abt you guys but I do not look at my friends like that LMAO

You’ve been doing press interviews for the show all week and had in turn been spending all week by Andrew’s side. You were partnered together because fans were already going crazy for your 2 characters and as a little easter egg for a possible future relationship between your characters. Even though none of your scenes together were particularly romantic as your characters were always bickering and pushing each other’s buttons, people were hooked on your chemistry and hoping for an enemies to lovers storyline and had coined your characters ship name as #Maxlynn. Your interviews with Andrew were gaining ridiculous amounts of views and fans were seemingly obsessed with every interaction you shared. You truly had a blast doing these interviews because it was really just like you and Andrew were hanging out and there happened to be a camera there.

Y/N Y/L/N and Andrew Garfield Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions| WIRED

“Hi, my name is y/n y/l/n and I play Ash on Netflix’s ‘This is the Life’”

“My name is Andrew Garfield, I play Max and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview” Andrew finishes before turning to you. “nailed it!” you put your hand out for a high five and he comedically throws his hand out and misses yours. “You guys won’t believe how many takes that intro took” he laughs shaking his head.

“Of course, I’ve googled myself. Who hasn’t?” Andrew states. “I haven’t” you answer back. “seriously?” he asks incredulously.

“Yea, i’m scared that it’s just gonna be like people talking bad about me so i don’t check”

“Who could have anything bad to say about you? You’re quite literally the most perfect human ever and whoever thinks otherwise can come have a chat with me”

You laugh, “You’re ridiculous”

“ridiculously correct and handsome? awe thanks y/n”

“shut up and read the stupid board”

“do you guys see what i’m dealing with? I give her a compliment and she bullies me and bosses me around” he says gesturing to you.

it’s okay, you thought, you’re definitely into that.

So WIRED asked y/n y/l/n and andrew garfield some of the internet’s burning questions

“So first we have- ‘is andrew garfield’- why do you get to go first” you start to which andrew shrugs and responds

“I dunno, it’s probably the patriarchy’s fault or something. uh ‘is andrew garfield... a nice guy” he laughs before turning to you and going “uhhh i dunno, you tell me, do you think i’m a nice guy?”

“eh i’d give you like 2 out of 5 stars” you joke

“oh how generous of you.”

“you know what i’ll bump it up to 3 stars because you were my marvel movie watching buddy on set”

“i love how I only get one additional star for watching movies with you literally every day for like 4 months” he says before pulling of the next piece of paper off. “oh speaking of marvel- ‘is andrew garfield going to play spiderman’- uh no? but if marvel or sony ever decide to revisit that character and would like to give me a call I’d do it in a heartbeat”

“I feel like I heavily influenced the frequency of this search” you added, amused.

“yea because y/n decided to tweet ‘andrew garfield playing peter parker when??’ and next thing I know I’m a spiderman fan cast”

“you’re welcome” you respond to which he just shakes his head and laughs.

“is andrew garfield british” he reads.

“no,” you answer for him “it’s just one big elaborate prank that he’s kept going for 21 years”

Andrew plays along and responds with “y/n, you weren’t supposed to tell people that jeez” in a very convincing American accent.

“yay my turn!” you grab one of the boards. “I’m actually so excited for this, I watch these all the time. okay ‘who is y/n y/l/n playing’- um if you’re asking who am i playing in ‘this is the life’ that would be Ash Davis”

“Ashlynn” Andrew corrects.

“Yea but no one calls her that”

“Max calls her that”

“yup and she hates it”

“does she really though-”

“anyways she’s a total badass and like at least 37% cooler than I am in real life okay moving on. ‘who is y/n y/l/n dating’- I am actually married. married to the game.”

“only you would respond to that question like that”

“‘who is y/n y/l/n favorite person’ -hmm uhhh” andrew clears his throat comedically and starts not discreetly pointing to himself which makes you laugh before turning to the camera and answering “andrew russell garfield” to which he feigns surprise and starts acting as if he was accepting an award.

“wow, i really wasn’t expecting this honestly um i don’t really have anything prepared but to be named y/n y/l/n’s favorite person is such an honor truly and I’d just like to take a moment to thank-” he’s cut off by you covering his mouth with your hand which he decides to lick for shits and giggles.

“ew” you wipe your hand off on his shirt.

“oh don’t act grossed out” he responds without missing a beat.

“‘who is andrew garfield’- wow i mean who really knows. who are any of us really? what are we all doing here on this big rock”

“wow so deep”

“that’s what she said. uh thank you, I try. okay next one ‘who is andrew garfield’s celebrity crush’ uhh y/n y/l/n” he says throwing the scrap of paper over his shoulder

“I would’ve said harry styles but go off”

“but harry styles isn’t even your favorite person now is he?” to which you don’t respond and he just continues with “yea, that’s what I thought”

You take the board from him. “okay, last one ‘andrew garfield and y/n y/l/n together?’- well that is terrible grammar but you can see us together on ‘This is the Life’ on Netflix” you wink at the camera knowing that isn’t at all what the question was asking.

Andrew throws the board behind the two of you before pointing at the camera. “streaming now!”

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“Hi, I’m Andrew Garfield” you begin in your best british accent.

“and I’m y/n y/l/n” he continues imitating your voice.

“and we are here with BuzzFeed to read some thirst tweets!”

“oh god here we go okay” andrew reaches his hand into the bucket. “‘garfielddd: andrew garfield is a precious bean, protect him’ awe that’s sweet. I see we’re starting off soft”

“did you guys get that from my twitter account cause i swear i’ve tweeted that at least 12 times” you joke before reaching into the bowl to get another slip.

“ ‘ashwarrior: y/n if you see this, i’m free on thursday if you want to hang out on thursday when i’m free on thursday if you want to hang out on thursday’ hmm something tells me that they wanna hang out with me on Thursday” you comment.

“really I wasn’t getting that vibe but okay” andrew says before picking another one.

“ ‘andrew garfield is literally the daddy of all daddies’ -so like am i some form of father god? i think i might be a bit too young for that now but tweet this again in like 20 years and I’ll gladly accept being the daddy of all daddies”

“being daddy is not an age but a mindset” you comment. “but anyways moving on ‘y/n y/l/n if your legs ever get tired and you need somewhere to sit just know that my face is available to you for all of eternity’ wowww um thankyou? I think? My legs are good for now but if that changes I’ll have my people call your people” you respond with a wink at the camera.

“for all of eternity? wow. that’s kinda poetic if you think about it. oh god it’s my turn again?” andrew reaches for another tweet. “ ‘y/n’slefttoe: s.w.a.g. is an acronym for sex with andrew garfield’ That one makes both of you laugh.

“so true user my left toe” you add. “There are a lot of these wow” you comment swirling your hand around the bowl.

“wait I wanna read one of yours”

“okay go ahead” you tilt the bowl toward him to reach in and grab one.

“oh wow this one is- are people really just his blatantly horny on the internet my god. ‘maxlynn4ever: if y/n y/l/n ever tried to kill me’ i knew these were gonna get violent! they always get violent! ‘if y/n y/l/n ever. tried to kill me by choking me to death i’d probably have an orgasm before passing out’ jesus christ”

Your jaw drops “damn that’s hardcore”

“yeaaa... i get it though”

“andrew!”

“i’m joking, i’m joking!”

“it’s too late, it’s already been screen recorded and is being made into an edit intro as we speak. okay i’ll do one of yours, and i’ll make direct eye contact with you so you get embarrassed”

“don’t do that”

“too late, ‘warnery/ns: the rumors are true, i am a slut for andrew garfield’ hey aren’t we all?”

Andrew starts shaking his head, his cheeks slightly red. “that one got screen recorded for sure.” he says before turning to the camera to address the commenter “but thank you? how generous? I promise I will only be respectful”

“These ones are for both of us?” you ask as an assistant hands you another bowl from off screen.

“oh god” andrew starts “okay here we go. how did you guys even find all these”

“it wasn’t that hard!” you hear and intern yell from somewhere.

Andrew grabs a slip. “these are just getting progressively more horny. ‘y/ngarfieldd: my dream is to get railed by andrew garfield while y/n y/l/n rides my face and i am not sorry about it!!!’”

“why does everyone want me to sit on their face?”

Andrew looks like he’s actually about to answer your question so before he says anything incriminating you grab another tweet to start reading.

“ ‘rosefory/n: the sheer amount of bi panic I experienced during every y/n and andrew scene like do y’all need a dog i can bark’”

“i don’t think i know how to respond to that. okay last one ‘andybabyy: I would pay unthinkable amounts of money for y/n y/l/n and andrew garfield to-’ nope. absolutely not. that’s enough of that.” Andrew says ripping up the piece of paper.

“waittt what did it say”

“the world may never know! Thank you guys so much for all your thirst tweets. I’m Andrew Garfield”

“I’m y/n y/l/n and go watch ‘This is the Life’ streaming now on Netflix!”

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Comments

me coming back to watch this video for the millionth time this week so true

andrew: reading a tweet of someone saying they want y/n to choke them. also andrew: ‘yea... i get it though’ SIR??

this is literally just them being in love

his hand on her knee at 3:46 IM GONNA LOSE IT

them: ‘we are not dating :)))’ also them: proceeds give each other heart eyes and find any excuse to touch in every interview

y/n fixing andrew’s hair is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. so glad tmrw isn’t promised

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You and Andrew had been attached at the hip all day working, but were honestly having a blast with these interviews. You were now on location for The Late Late Show with James Corden and you and andrew were being interviewed later tonight. You’re currently standing outside on the lot trying to calm yourself down. You’ve never done an interview for live television before.

“nervous?” you hear a voice ask from behind you, turning to meet a smiling andrew.

“a little bit. i just- it’s live ya know. no cuts or anything, I’m just a little worried”

“hey,” he starts while pulling you in for a much needed hug “you’re gonna be amazing and everyone is going to love you, alright?”

“okay” you mutter into the crook of his neck.

“nope. not good enough. I want you to say it” he says poking your side.

“mm say what”

“that you’re amazing”

“oh i’m not doing that” you respond to which he pulls away from the hug but still holds you in his arms.

“oh yeah? you sure about that?” he challenges looking down at you.

“yup”

“see i didn’t want to have to do this but now you’ve forced my hand”

“what are you even-” you’re cut off my andrew moving his hands to your ribs, tickling you as you erupt into a fit of giggles. You try to escape from his little surprise attack but andrew keeps you secure in his arms.

“okay! okay! okay!” you squeal now out of breath.

“i’m waiting” he teases.

You sigh before muttering a barely audible ‘i’m amazing’ to which andrew. brings his face closer to yours tapping his ear.

“i’m sorry, what was that?” he teases.

“i’m amazing.”

“hell yeah, you are”

And you’re both doing that thing again. That thing when you’re standing far too close, looking at each other a little too longingly. And you really want to kiss him but all of that was only supposed to be a one time thing. But that doesn’t stop you from thinking about it: his hands everywhere, his words, his mouth. It was supposed to help you ‘get him out of your system’ but now knowing how good you could make each other feel only seemed to strengthen the tension. And you know it’s against the rules and a bad idea but andrew’s presence tends to make you really fucking stupid so you ask. anyway:

“we uh- have a few hours to kill. do you wanna hang out in my dressing room and we can watch a movie or something?” or something

Andrew blinks a few times, unsure if you’re invitation was actually to watch a movie or if there was more emphasis on the ‘or something’ but to be honest you didn’t know either and his brain also turns to mush when he’s near you so he just starts nodding before responding as calmly as he can given the way his heart is racing,

“yea totally”

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say it back | tom holland

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: sometimes certain words are harder for some people to say, yours just happens to be the infamous i love you

warnings: none

words: 1.5k

a/n: this is my entry for @starksparker’s spotify writing challenge, prompt is bolded !! i hope you guys like it, i had a lot of fun writing it :’) anyways, stay safe guys, bye ♡

Certain words are sometimes harder for some people to say, for example, “I was wrong” or “I need help” or even a simple “Forgive me”. For you, these words were the infamous “I love you”. You weren’t always like that though. Your divergence with the three little words started after a failed attempt of sharing your feelings in your last relationship.

Greg was a great guy, he was sweet and funny, and he made you feel good at the time. So, after a couple of months together, you decided that it was finally time to share how you felt with him. And you did, you were in the middle of a makeout session when the words left your mouth. For you, it felt right, like it was meant to be exactly like that, but it seems you were the only one who thought that.

Your boyfriend at that time froze, immediately pulling away, he just kept staring at you with wide eyes like you had two fucking heads or something. You quickly realized he wasn’t gonna say it back, so you tried to brush it off, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further, but he stopped you as soon as you leaned over to kiss him.

“I—I’m sorry, y/n,” Greg mumbled, his hands leaving your body. “It’s fine, you don’t have to say it.” You once again tried to dismiss him, internally fighting the tears that now brimmed your water lines. “I— look, I like you, y/n! I do! But… this,” he moved his finger between the two of you. “I—I’m just not ready for that type of relationship and commitment yet. I should have talked to you about it, I’m so sorry, y/n.” Greg suddenly let it out, not only shattering your heart but scarring you for the rest of your life.

After that, you two broke up and went your separate ways, but the damage was already done and since then, those three little words have been haunting you. But you were with Tom now and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the words on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spelled out.

You and Tom had met a few years ago and instantly clicked, from there you soon turned friends and after only a couple of dates, he asked you to be his girlfriend and of course, you said yes. Tom was the perfect guy for you. He was everything you ever wanted in a partner, and it didn’t take too long for the walls you had built around your heart to start crumbling down.

It was your birthday today, and Tom had planned the whole day by himself, wanting to surprise you as one of his presents. It all started in the morning with a delicious breakfast in bed, followed by a quick shower together, that ended up lasting a little longer than he had initially intended, not that he complained about it.

After that, Tom instructed you to get ready, before he drove you to what looked like a studio. Turns out, you were right, it was an art studio and Tom had booked a couple’s painting class since he knew how much you liked that. You couldn’t stop smiling at your boyfriend, and the fact you were sitting right in front of him for the whole class also didn’t help.

When you left the studio with your paintings in hand, it was already lunchtime so Tom took you to one of your favorite restaurants to eat, which you also found quite adorable. After lunch, you took a little stroll through the city before going to a park, where Tom had planned an evening picnic for the two of you.

You two talked, drank some wine, had a few laughing fits, and even played with a couple’s dog who tried to eat your food. It was starting to get dark now, the sun slowly setting, painting the sky a ray of oranges, pinks, and purples. You laid your head on Tom’s lap, while his fingers gently massaged your scalp, and even though he was watching the sunset, you only had eyes for him.

“Hey,” you called, immediately getting his attention. “Hey! I thought you had drifted off for a bit.” Tom let it out, making you chuckle. “I didn’t! But I’m not gonna say it doesn’t sound tempting.” You said, the sound of your boyfriend’s laughter filling your ears. “You can rest your eyes for a bit, love. I’ll wake you when the time for your last present comes.” You widen your eyes at that, “There’s more?” You asked, surprise evident in your tone. “Of course it does! It’s your birthday, I had to go all out and give the best day to my girl.” Tom’s words made your heart swell, and you once again felt the three letters burning on the tip of your tongue.

You didn’t say it though, the fear of what had previously happened with Greg repeating itself, making you pull your guard up again. “You really didn’t have to do all of this, Tom!” You said in a low tone, not wanting to sound ungrateful for what he had done. “I know! But I wanted to, y/n. I promise!” Tom assured you, before bending down to leave a kiss on your lips.

The sun was completely gone now, the sky filled with thousands of stars, the moon illuminating the people who were still at the park, like you and Tom, and there was a lot, which was unusual for this time of the year. It was only when you saw Tom take a paper lantern out of his backpack that you realized what was about to happen. “You’re kidding!” You suddenly exclaimed, both of your hands covering your mouth. “I’m not!” Tom smiled, unfolding the artifact.

Suddenly everyone else started to take their lanterns out, getting ready to light them and release them to the sky. “Oh my god! You did this?” You asked, completely taken back. “Not really?! There was supposed to be a light festival here last week. I might have asked them to postpone it a little bit.” Tom explained, somehow making you fall even harder for him.

Tom knew your love for the movie Tangled, and he also knew that a lantern festival was on your bucket list so, when he got the news that there was one happening in London, he couldn’t help himself but arrange this for your birthday. “Tom, I— this is… I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled, stumbling over your words. “Then don’t say anything. What about we write our initials in the lantern, huh?” Your boyfriend asked, to which you nodded, “Okay!” You sniffed, before leaving a kiss on his lips.

With a marker, you wrote your and Tom’s initials on the paper, before joining everyone else to light and finally releasing them. In the count of three, you and Tom let your lantern go, watching as it flew gracefully through the sky, joining the hundreds of others.

It all felt surreal, just like the scene from the movie. You couldn’t believe you were actually living your Tangled dream, and with the person you wished to spend the rest of your days with. Looking at Tom and seeing his eyes sparkle with the reflection of the lights, you knew what you had to do, there was no going back this time.

“Tom?” You called, getting his attention. “Yes?” He said, turning fully to you. “If I say I love you, would you say it back?” You let it out, and to be honest, you didn’t feel scared about the answer this time.

Tom’s eyes immediately widened, his mouth opened and closed a few times before he cupped your cheeks with both of his hands. “I’ll say it now and I’ll say it every day for the rest of our lives. I love you, y/n! I fell in love with you the very first time I saw you. You are the love of my life, I’m absolutely sure of that and I can’t imagine my life without you anymore.” You were a sobbing mess by the end of his words, tears kept running down your cheeks. You just couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten.

With a simple tilt of your head, you connected your lips in the most passionate kiss you and Tom even shared. You felt your heart burst in your chest, small butterflies batting their wings inside your stomach, just like in your romance books. Pulling back, you took a deep breath, before finally saying the words you’ve been keeping inside for so long.

“I love you!” At that moment, with Tom repeating the words back to you with a big smile on his face and tears in his eyes, you understood why it didn’t work out with Greg. It just wasn’t meant to be. This right here, this exact moment you were sharing with Tom, this was what the universe had planned for you, and you couldn’t be more grateful for that.

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tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him.

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day - pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

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body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines

other reader tropes

cherry - reader is a screenwriter for tom’s upcoming movie

no shouting - singer!reader needs some help after paparazzis are too much (based on a video of tom)

pregnancy belly - actress!reader has to wear a pregnancy belly for her role, and the boys tease tom about when it’ll be real

we march - actress!reader being a huge feminist

passions & pediatricians - pediatrician-to-be!reader meets tom

politics - reader’s granpa is joe biden (requested) and tom meets him

extra support - psychiatrist!reader helps tom on the set of cherry

you made it big - tom holland x actress!reader at the after party

partition - the boys react to famous!reader singing partition

senorita - singer!reader makes a music video with shawn, who’s tom’s new best friend

miniseries

boomerang: one , two , three , four [completed]

peter parker

making amends

➢ enemies to lovers ; college!peter x super soldier!reader ; 30k words ; sorta slow burn

cheeky guy, favorite thighs - college!peter doing a tik tok challenge — between the reader’s thighs [tik tok au]

a little nicer - doing the prank on peter (”you could’ve been a little nicer to me today”)

start searching - first make out sessions with our best boy :)

hidden hickeys - the avengers think innocence of peter, until they’re proven wrong

the team - part two of hidden hickeys; reader meets the avengers

all of you - late night talks about your future with peter :’)

like you wouldn’t believe - reader tells mj about her & peter’s awesome sex

slip from my hands - roommate!peter comforts the reader after a nightmare

i’d wait for her - college!peter parker needs to come to terms with you and your boyfriend

shut up and kiss me - soft make out sessions with peter :)

all the good things in the world, and i get you - insecure!reader needs a little reassuring

modern chivalry - peter being a gentleman on the subway

eggnog and mistletoe - peter helps you love the holidays

the force awakens? it sleeps - a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend

a prince - wonder woman!reader meets spider-man (& avengers) in a mission

steve rogers fics - peter finds you reading fanfiction abt steve rogers

fanboy!peter

fanboys and bracelets - fanboy!peter parker goes to famous!singer!reader’s meet and greet

fanboys and phone numbers - fanboy!peter parker continuation

showing around - fanboy!peter gets VIP access; some dancing ensues

stark!reader + avengers!reader

if you knew feelings - the avengers want you & peter to break up

sleeping - peter misinterprets a few important questions

the may to your ben - college!best friend!peter parker x stark!reader fluff

race ya - peter confesses his feelings for rogers!reader after a mission — on comms

frat bathrooms - stark!reader joins the avengers where she sees college!peter, the boy she slept with at a frat party

rainy days - reader doesn’t like rainy days, a certain wall-climber changes their mind

already got her - jealous!peter makes a public confession

flustered!peter

a nervous one - flustered!peter parker sees cheerleader!reader in her uniform

one day soon - flustered!peter parker x affectionate!reader

all better - flustered!peter parker does some lab flirting with reader

dad!peter + pregnant!reader

unplanned [ part ii ] - reader gets pregnant... breaks up with peter to avoid it all

burrito wraps - reader worries that baby parker might be cold

a name to remember - latine!reader & peter give their girl a special name

you’re magic - a certain wall crawler hears two heartbeats

sgt. bucky barnes

first cuddles - bucky asks to cuddle for the first time

harry holland

golden light, the love of my life - the boys tease harry —on a live video— for being whipped

it won’t f^cking open - harry lends a helping hand

how much i - those three magical words are exchanged for the first time

cuddly koala moments - time the reader just needed harry’s warmth

anything for hands - the reader cuts harry’s hair on instagram live

your other best friend - the reader is sam’s new friend, but harry thinks they like tom instead

you’re my anchor - harry has an anxiety attack, but the reader knows what to do

what’s his [ pt ii ] - when everything thinks the reader should date tom instead, harry snaps

whipped fries - harry brags about the reader winning the pub quiz for them

tell me, show me - the reader makes harry flustered by playing w/the strings from his sweatpants

keep your cool - tom setting u up with his brother // nikki being wary

ag!reader

you’re such a dream to me — ag!reader writes r.e.m. about harry

harry styles

intoxicating - soft bubbles baths with long haired!harry

frayed braids - reader braids long haired!harry’s hair

others:

harrison osterfield

not anymore - when harrison comes back from filming, he’s determed to win the reader’s heart

irreversible - when relationships fall apart, people fall apart. (infidelity)

circles before yourselves - rule #1 - harrison x osterfield!reader (sister) when brothers talk, bad things begin

think of her - harrison asks your family for their blessing [holland!sister]

steve harrington

together not never - steve discovers the reader is pregnant

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xoluvx · 3 years

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illicit affairs; t.holland

» pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader » song: illicit affairs » word count: 1.3K

"Tom," you hummed as you shut your eyes leaning your head back against the wall. The feeling of Tom's lips on your neck was sending chills down your spine. You held your grip on his shoulders as his lips inched closer to yours. The second they touched, the chills turned electric and it was game over.

But it didn't last. It never did.

"We should head back soon," Tom muttered against your lips. The loss of his warmth made you shutter. Not like the chills from earlier. You reluctantly peel yourself from his body as you adjusted the strap of your sundress.

"Yeah, they're probably looking for us."

There was a small smile on Tom's face. The contrast from just a few seconds ago, when he was heatedly pressing his lips against yours, amazed you. There were different sides to Tom. Sides that you were getting to know as the sneaking around increased.

It'd started off innocent. A drink late one night after filming turned into two drinks and soon turned into multiple nights. Nights where your fingers linked in a dark room and soon lips connected repeatedly.

"I'll go out first," Tom whispered as he wiped your lip. You'd started wearing nude lipsticks more often, it made things easier. You caught your breath as Tom pulled his hand away fixing his hair before leaving the room.

Exhaling, your body slumped. Your heart was beating rapidly, your mind racing thinking back to how you'd gotten to this place. The sneaking around, the pretending in public. The creeping realization that you didn't want this anymore.

You wanted more.

But the reality was that things would never go further than this.

"Where were you man?" Jacob asked as he gently tapped Tom's shoulder. People were swarming around the two men trying to get them ready for the next interview.

"Just ran to the restroom. Thought I was going to be late coming back," Tom inhaled deeply. He was out of breath. The makeout session the two of you had just experienced had worn him out and he'd gotten used to making up excuses. They rolled off his tongue flawlessly.

"Hey," you hummed sitting next to Tom. You slid your phone under your thigh pretending you'd just gotten off it. Glancing at Tom sheepishly, your makeup artist came to touch up your lips. Nobody apart from Tom knowing the real reason it'd been practically wiped off.

"Ready?" someone said and you nodded clearing your throat. Tom moved slightly in his seat brushing his thigh against yours. A soft 'sorry' slipped from his lips and your chest tightened. It felt like you were strangers.

It'd been a week since the interviews and a week since you'd seen Tom. It was harder sneaking around when your schedules didn't align. You sat anxiously on your couch looking at the message thread between you and Tom. Should you text him? Or should you pretend like you weren't bothered by the fact that he hadn't texted you in a whole week?

The universe might've been on your side because your phone pinged and a new message from Tom joined the thread.

Leaving for London tomorrow can I see you tonight?

Your heart fluttered, you felt your face growing warmer. Rapidly you typed letting him know you'd be waiting for him. When he came over it was usually in the middle of the night when your neighborhood was quiet and the moon was the only source of significant light.

"Hey," you whispered letting him in. Your house was quiet as he entered your house. His head was covered by the black hoodie he was wearing. If it weren't for the name of his charity on the sweatshirt, you wouldn't tell him apart from a stranger.

Neither of you spoke. You led the way to your bedroom, which he was already familiar with. He could walk the path to your room blindfolded. You closed the door behind you as he sat on your bed removing the hoodie.

There was no talking, just bodies moving silently. You wedged yourself between his legs, as his hands rested on the back of your thighs. Your lips touched, his were cold from the cool night. Yours were warm. They mingled as your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands bringing you closer until you were straddling his waist.

"When are you coming back?" you whispered against his lips. His hands traveled up your back and under your shirt. They were growing warmer by the second.

"Just going for a week or two. They might need me back here sooner," Tom mumbled against your lips. He wasn't thinking about how long it'd be before the next time he'd see you. He was talking from a business perspective.

You pulled away abruptly, your hands holding his face.

"I can't do this anymore," you said. Your eyes filling with tears. A sudden wave of emotion washed over you. You knew this wasn't right. It didn't feel right for you anymore.

"Okay, that's fine-" Tom said looking at you with big eyes and a slightly gaped mouth.

"No, I mean I can't sneak around like this anymore." You pushed yourself off him. You could feel your chest tightening and the tears swelling. There was a knot in your throat and you tilted your head back as if the tears would just crawl back in.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked standing trying to grab a hold of you, but you were back away.

"This was fun, at first. I know we said no feelings because our lives are too complicated, but I caught feelings. I liked the rush, but now it hurts," you gasped for air as you spoke rapidly still backing away until your back his your wall and Tom was standing hopelessly in front of you.

His brows were raised as he took in everything you said. As he watched you break down in front of him.

"Darling," he started, but you stopped him moving past him opening the door to your bedroom.

"Go. I can't see you right now," you sobbed softly. Tom didn't move. He was standing appalled in the same spot. "Please," you begged, shaking. Tom moved to grab his hoodie, he was going to go if that's what you wanted.

He was at your door, his back to you, shoulders slumped.

"No," he said, his voice cracking.

"No what?" you replied softly. Your voice was barely audible.

"This isn't what I want," he turned looking at you with sad eyes.

Your heart broke. It shattered into pieces as you heard those words fill your room.

"I know," you whispered holding on to the door trying to support your weight.

"No, I mean, I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you." His hands cupped your face and your lips locked. This time he could taste the saltiness of your tears and there was a deeper intensity to the kiss. An unwillingness to let go. Now or ever.

"I want to be with you. I don't want to sneak around," he whispered resting his forehead on yours as his hands cupped the back of your head.

"You do?" your voice cracked and your lips curled slightly. Sniffling you tasted the tears on your lips and the taste of his mouth. The minty fresh residue of his mint. A taste you'd grown to love.

You didn't want the stolen stares and planned meetings. You wanted it to be effortless. You wanted all of him.

"Yes. I'll postpone my flight or come with me," he kissed you once again as you smiled against his lips.

When you pulled away his eyes searched yours. There was a glimmer in his eyes that you hadn't noticed before, maybe it'd been there all along.

Leaning your forehead on his, you tightened your arms around his body.

It was all or nothing.

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#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland x actress!reader #folklore #illicit affairs #folklore fic

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maknae-on-ice · 3 years

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Don’t try me boy I will kiss you SO HARD

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jeyramarie · 3 years

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Drawings (part 2)- Amy March x Reader

summary: sometimes you have to make sacrifices for love, even if they kill you

wc: 4,627

warning: domestic violence, makeout session

a/n: here’s part 2😁 the previous part did so well i thought it would be unfair to not give you all a glimpse of what happened afterwards. phillip is portrait by tom holland, keep that in mind. i hope you enjoy, happy reading 🦋

part 1~

The romance grew and grew everyday. Amy invited Y/n over to her aunt’s regularly. As well as the brit invited Amy over to her house. The March sisters caught on what was going on when Meg and Beth saw the women kissing in their backyard. The only people that didn’t know about the affair was Y/n’s grandmother, Aunt March and Marmee. They were hoping it stayed that way.

“My grandmother’s returning tomorrow. I got her letter this morning.” Y/n said as she walked next to Amy around her blossoming backyard.

“Which means that our escapes won’t be so often.” The blonde frowned slightly as she grabbed the brit’s hand, making her turn around.

“We can still have our escapes, we just have to be more careful.” She smiled as moved a piece of hair behind Amy’s ear as she grabbed the brit’s wrist, kissing her palm.

“I’m gonna get going. Meg is waiting for me.”

“Alright, love. Be careful.” The blonde nodded and she smiled, leaning in to give Y/n a soft kiss. Amy cupped her cheeks as the kiss grew hungry, making the brit grab her waist and pull her closer.

“Mm, I have to go.” Amy mumbled into the kiss making Y/n chuckle and part from her.

“I’ll go to your house tomorrow.” The brit smiled as the blonde returned it.

“Alright, I'll wait for you.” And with that Amy walked out of the garden, into the house and out to the street. She walked into her house and took off her coat.

“Meg! I’m here!” She shouted as she walked into the living room to see Beth, Jo and Laurie.

“And the lady returns.” Laurie said as he dramatically extended his arm towards Amy.

“How is Y/n doing?” Jo asked as she stood up to place a book on top of the fireplace.

“She’s lovely, as always.” The blonde blushed as she sat down on the chair in front of the couch.

“You look so happy, Amy.” Beth said with a huge grin as she continued to knit something on her lap.

“I am happy.” The blonde smiled as she fidgeted with her fingers.

Across the street, Y/n sat alone in the library. She was reading Shakespeare, feeling an incredible attraction to his tragic love stories. The maid knocked and walked in with a silver tray carrying tea and biscuits. She placed the tray next to Y/n catching her attention.

“Thank you, Margaret.” The brit smiled as the red head courtesy and walked towards the door, quickly remembering something.

“Madam, your grandmother is on her way here. Some locals at the market told me they saw her getting out of the boat.”

“She’s a day early… thank you, you may go.” The maid courtesy once more and walked out leaving Y/n feeling uneasy. Her biggest fear would be her grandmother finding out about her affair with Amy. Which meant that she needed to have a serious conversation with the blonde. A few minutes later, she put the book down and walked downstairs, the exact moment when her grandmother walked in.

“Y/n, darling. I missed you.”

“Granny, you’re home.” They both smiled as they wrapped each other in a tight hug.

“How was London?” Y/n asked as she intertwined her arm with her grandmother’s, beginning to walk towards the garden.

“Oh darling, it was so lovely. The flowers are beautiful this time of year and the weather was just perfect.” She said as her smile grew, staring at the brit and back at front. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to Y/n immediately grabbing her hands.

“I brought you something, someone really.”

“Someone, gran? I- I do not understand.” The brit’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion not understanding what her grandmother was talking about.

“I think she means me, madam.” A manly voice said behind Y/n, making her turn to the man. He was a bit tall, not so much. His hair was brown and a bit curled, his brown eyes were sweet and welcoming. He could make any girl melt. Any straight girl, that is.

“And who may you be, sir?”

“I’m Phillip, madam. Phillip Sherrington.” He said and bowed towards Y/n, out of respect, with an extended hand for her to grab.

“Pleasure, Mr. Sherrington.” The brit said coldly as she turned back to her grandmother.

“Granny-“

“We agreed you were going to find a husband and I found the perfect man for you.” The lady said as she gestured to Phillip with her hand.

“I wanted to find him myself, Gran.” Y/n muttered as she became more nervous with her Amy situation.

“Nonsense, darling. Now, you both are gonna have some tea tomorrow afternoon, get to know one another.”

“Granny, I was going to have tea with Amy March tomorrow.”

“You’ll have to cancel.” and with that the lady walked to Phillip, taking him into the garden. Y/n stayed alone in the middle of the living room looking out the window towards the March’s house. She grabbed her coat and ran out of the house, bolting across the street. Once at the house, she knocked on the door desperately in hopes that the blonde was still home. She felt as if God had answered her pleas when Amy opened the door, her smile quickly turning into a frown once she saw her love’s watery eyes.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Granny’s home, she brought back a man… a-a rich man to be my husband.” Y/n ranted as she walked into the house.

“A man, what?”

“She brought back a man, Phillip, from London. She brought him here to be my husband.” The brit cried as she placed both her palms on her head. Amy grabbed her arms and shook her slightly.

“Y/n, love. Look at me, please.” Y/n looked up and met the blonde’s green eyes as she began to cry. The brit wrapped her arms around Amy, pulling her into a tight hug as the blonde immediately wrapped her arms around Y/n.

“I can’t take you for tea tomorrow. I have to go out with Phillip… but we can go somewhere the day after tomorrow.” She sniffled as she parted from the hug.

“It’s alright, love.” Amy cupped her face and pecked her lips, not remembering that the girls and Laurie were still there.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you… all of you. I-I’m sorry. Now if you all will excuse me, I have to get going before my grandmother notices I’m gone.” Y/n said, looking at everyone in the room and finally staring at Amy.

“The day after tomorrow, alright?” She whispered softly as she cradled the blonde’s face. Amy nodded leaning into the brit’s palm before she parted from her and ran out the door. The blonde stood there looking at the door for a few seconds, then turned to her sisters and Laurie with tearful eyes.

The next morning came around and Amy barely slept the night before. Thinking of Y/n and her possible future husband. The brit didn’t sleep either, not being able to get the blonde’s eyes out of her memory. She was currently laying on her side, staring at the wall when Margaret walked in. The maid opened the curtains, letting the bright sunlight in as Y/n turned in her bed, looking at the ceiling.

“Your grandmother is waiting for you in the dining room to begin eating breakfast.” The redhead said as she took a dress from Y/n’s closet, placing it on the bed. The brit woke up with a grunt as she sat up on the bed. She stood up and walked towards Margaret who unbuttoned her sleeping gown, taking it off her body. Y/n got into her undergarments as the redhead looked for the corset that went with the dress.

‘Breathe.’ Y/n reminded herself as her body jolted caused by the harsh pulling of the strings being tied behind her. The corset became tighter around her waist as it bruised her ribs more and more. Once in the dress, she sat down on a wooden chair for Margaret to start on her hair. Y/n winced as the redhead pulled, braided and pinned her hair back.

“Thank you, Margaret.” The brit said softly, walking out of the room, down the stairs and into the dining room. Her grandmother was there, reading the newspaper with her reading glasses as she sipped some warm tea. The lady heard the heels against the wooden floors.

“Good morning, darling.”

“Hello, Granny.” She said as she sat at the chair next to the grey haired women.

“Phillip will come by around lunch time to pick you up.”

“Alright.” Y/n answered dryly as she sipped from her tea, she was going to take a bite from a piece of bread when her grandmother spoke.

“Darling, maybe you should start cutting off carbs for some time. You have to look your best to become Phillip’s wife.” The brit looked at her and nodded, giving her a fake smile. Her ribs screamed for air as she stayed on the chair, feeling nothing but pain. Y/n stayed quiet for the rest of the morning. She practiced on the piano right after breakfast to kill time till Phillip arrived. Her fingers moved against the piano tiles with delicacy, creating a beautiful melody that she had written for Amy. Y/n was lost in the song, having her eyes closed and once she opened them she saw her grandmother standing next to a smiling Phillip. The brit gasped and stood up immediately as if she had been caught.

“That was incredible, you’re very talented.” The british man smiled as he clapped while walking towards the brit.

“Thank you, Mr. Sherrington. How do you do?”

“I’m doing quite well, how are you this fine evening?”

“Well sir, I’m doing good.”

“That’s lovely, we should get going.” He smiled and took out his hand for Y/n to grab. She grabbed it and he placed it intertwined with his as they began to walk towards the door.

“Have a lovely evening.” Y/n’s grandmother smiled as she kissed both her granddaughter’s cheeks. The brit grabbed her coat and small bag before walking outside. She immediately looked towards the March’s house to see Jo walking out. They looked at each other for a few seconds until Phillip broke her trance.

“I beg your pardon.”

“The carriage is ready.” He smiled, taking her hand, helping her onto the carriage. Phillip sat in front of Y/n as they began to move. The carriage ride was mostly silent as the y/h/c clearly showed she didn’t want to be there. Of course, it wasn’t Phillip’s fault. He was quite the lovely guy, respectful, sweet, attentive, every lady's dream. Y/n just didn’t want him in that way, she wanted Amy.

“Are you always this quiet?” Phillip asked, making Y/n look at him.

“Sometimes, yes. I’m just… a bit closed off with new people.” She said and looked out the window.

“What do you normally do?”

“I like to read.”

“Oh really?” He was surprised with her answer, not expecting a lady of her position to enjoy reading.

“Yes, really. Why is it so surprising?” She asked, looking away from the window and towards him.

“It’s not, it’s just… I wasn’t expecting a woman from your social standard to enjoy reading.”

“And what am I supposed to enjoy?” Y/n with a straight face, starting to feel annoyed.

“Well, I don’t know. I suppose, buy dresses, go to balls, gossip…, and drink tea…”

“Is that all a lady should do, Phillip?”

“No… I believe a woman is free to make her own choices. I just mentioned all of that due to the expectation a lady from your social standards has.” He answered respectfully before turning his face to the window like Y/n did.

“My apologies then.” The brit muttered as she fidgeted with her fingers. They stayed silent until they finally made it to the park. There was a blanket set up with food just for them. They sat down and took in the scenery for a few seconds.

“There’s some biscuits your gran said you liked.” Phillip said as he handed Y/n a plate of sugared biscuits.

“Thank you… so tell me about your family.” The brit said, making him grin. He began talking about his folks, his siblings, the place he grew up in. Phillip began to tell Y/n some of his childhood stories making her chuckle and laugh from time to time. After a few more smiles and giggles Phillip put down his bitten biscuit, thinking of a new topic.

“What about your parents?” Y/n looked at him immediately, starting to feel uneasy and nervous.

“I don’t feel quite comfortable talking about them, Phillip-“

“Well it’s just parents.”

“I don’t wish to talk about them. So please, I beg of you, do not mention them again.” The brit said strongly and her brow furrowed in annoyance and anger.

“I-I… my apologies, Y/n.”

“It’s alright.” She quickly changed the topic and they began to talk about the countries they’ve visited. They also walked around, taking in the scenery until it was time to leave. The ride back to the house was filled with more conversation and a few laughs.

“Thank you for the lovely evening, Mr. Sherrington.” Y/n smiled as Phillip walked her to the door.

“Of course, I had a great time. Take care of yourself alright?”

“Yes, you too.” She chuckled as Margaret opened the door, letting her in. The brit took off her coat and handed it to the maid, as well as her purse.

“How was it?” Her grandmother asked, walking down the stairs.

“It went well, he’s really lovely.”

“Ugh, I knew you’d like him. Keep this up and you’ll be married to a rich man very soon.” The grey haired lady walked towards the living room leaving Y/n and Margaret alone. The brit quickly turned to the maid and ran towards her.

“Margaret, I’m going to need your help. I need you to go over to the March’s house and tell Amy that I will pick her up at 12 in the afternoon. Please? Will you help me?” Y/n asked with pleading eyes as the redhead smiled slightly since she was the only servant of the house who knew about the affair.

“You know I love you girls, of course I'll help.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Y/n said as she pulled her into a tight hugh which was immediately returned.

“I’ll go now, distract your gran.” The brit nodded and walked into the living room to see the lady reading a book. Y/n sat down on the piano, beginning to play her song. Across the street, the redhead knocked on the door. It opened to reveal Jo.

“You must be Ms. Amy’s sister. I’m Margaret, Ms. Y/n’s maid. She asked me to come here and talk to her.”

“I’ll go get her. Amy!” She shouted up the stairs, after a few seconds a blonde walked down.

“What?” Amy asked, standing next to Jo and moving her eyes towards the redhead.

“Margaret… What are you doing here? Is everything alright? Is Y/n okay?”

“She’s fine Ms. Amy. She asked to come here to tell you that her carriage will come by tomorrow at 12 in the afternoon.” Before the blonde could answer, the redhead looked back at the house across the street and back at the sisters.

“I have to get going but I hope you both have a lovely time tomorrow. Goodnight.” Margaret said and turned around, beginning to run back towards the house. Once inside the house, she nodded at Y/n signalling her that Amy knew about the next day.

The next morning Y/n was well rested. Her heart felt content knowing she was going to see Amy in a few hours. Margaret dressed her in a yellow dress and pinned half her hair up with a few braids, letting her curls cascade down her back.

“You let your hair down.” The grey haired lady pointed out as Y/n sat next to her at the dining table.

“I did. Thought I’d try something different today.” She smiled and lifted her teacup to her lips, drinking the warm beverage.

“Looks lovely.” The lady muttered, moving her eyes back to the newspaper.

“Thank you.” Y/n replied as she smiled to herself. She spent the rest of her morning in the library, looking for a new book to read. The y/h/c wanted to take one with her so she could share it with Amy. It was finally time to leave, causing her smile to grow and grow by the second. After a few seconds she was in front of the March’s, poking her head out of the carriage as the blonde opened the door.

“Are you ready, your majesty?” Y/n smiled as Amy smiled back with a small giggle.

“For you, I always am.” The blonde closed the door behind her and walked towards the carriage where the footman helped her get on. They were finally alone in the carriage, sitting next to each other as they suddenly felt nervous.

“I love your hair like that.” Amy said, smiling as she grabbed Y/n’s hand.

“You do? I thought I'd try something different. It’s been a long time since I've let it down like this.” The y/h/c said as she twirled a curl around her finger.

“You should wear it like this more often.” The blonde said as she moved some curls over the girl’s shoulder.

The carriage began to move and they continued to admire each other. Amy placed her hand on Y/n’s cheek, rubbing her thumb on it against it as the brit leaned into her palm. They stared between their eyes and lips as they both leaned in slowly. Their lips came together in a sweet slow kiss. Amy’s free hand cupped Y/n’s other cheek, pulling her closer. It grew more passionate as the brit gripped the back of the blonde’s neck, feeling hungrier and hungrier for each other.

Their tongues fought for dominance before they both parted to catch some air. Amy lowered her head and began to kiss Y/n’s neck making her breaths heavier. The blonde bit, sucked and licked on the soft skin making the y/h/c blush heavily, starting to feel hot.

“Amy..” Y/n moaned as she threw her head back, feeling the blonde’s lips kiss the top of her breasts.

“You… taste… so… good…” Amy said as she kissed a piece of skin with every word she said. She reached the y/h/c’s lips and kissed her again before the brit moved her lips to the blonde’s breasts. Y/n bit and sucked on the skin wanting to create hickies. Her breathing became heavy as she closed her fist around the brit’s hair.

“Oh God…” Amy threw her head back as Y/n’s lips kissed up her neck to bite her jawline. Their lips came together again in a passionate kiss, tongues going crazy as they mixed together. They parted with their foreheads together as they tried to catch their breath. Amy was going to lean in once again when the carriage came to a stop making them sit normally again. The footman opened the door and held out his hand to support the girls as they climbed out. They began to walk towards the park, quickly disappearing among the crowd to walk around the lake.

“How did it go with Phillip?” Amy asked as they walked close to each other, holding the urge to connect their hands.

“It was alright. He talked about himself more since I closed off when he asked about my parents.”

“What happened to your parents?” Y/n took a deep breath as she stopped walking while staring at the sky. Amy stopped and stood in front of her, giving her time to gather her thoughts.

“They’re dead. They were killed when I was a little girl, that’s why I was raised by my grandmother.”

“Forgive me for asking.”

“Love, it’s alright. I was going to tell you sooner or later.” Y/n said, giving Amy a small smile. They walked around for some time until they found an open field, away from everyone. It was the perfect moment for them to touch. They immediately held hands and ran down the grassy fields, beginning to play tag. Amy laughed hysterically as Y/n tripped over her shoes while running away from the blonde. Once they got tired, they looked for a tree and sat on the ground. Amy sat against the trunk while Y/n laid her head on her lap, staring at the leaves and back at the field. The blonde’s fingers ran through the y/h/c curls, taking in their softness.

“Amy?”

“Yes?”

“I’m in love with you.” Y/n said, staring into Amy’s green eyes as she sat there stunned. The brit got anxious and quickly sat up, turning to her.

“I apologize for that, I beg for your forgiveness.”

“Y/n, calm down. I’m in love with you as well.” Amy said with her hand on Y/n’s cheeks making the brit let out a breath of relief. They both leaned in and kissed, feeling their hearts swell with joy.

After their date, Y/n took Amy back home, kissing all the way there. Everything getting heated again, of course. They kissed before the blonde got out of the carriage, neither of them wanting to part. The March sisters were staring out the window as the lovers kissed goodbye making Y/n wave at them. The brit made it into her home with a bright smile on her face as she remembered the feeling of Amy’s lips on her skin. She was about to walk up the stairs when she saw Phillip and her grandmother in the living room.

“Oh Phillip, I did not know you were coming today.” He remained with a straight face as well as her grandmother who moved to become angry.

“Is everything alright? Granny?” Y/n asked as she fidgeted with her fingers while walking towards them.

“You’re a disgrace to this family.” The lady muttered, making the brit furrow her brows in confusion.

“Gran, I don’t-“

“Phillip saw you today… with Amy March… kissing.” Y/n’s face went into immediate fear as she felt like she couldn’t breath.

“Granny, I-“ She was quickly shut up with a loud slap against her cheek, making her face turn to the side.

“You’ll never see that girl again. You’re to marry Phillip next month.”

“I don’t want to marry Phillip.”

“You will marry him. I don’t care what your thoughts are.” The lady began to walk towards the stairs as Y/n anger grew.

“You can’t make me marry someone I don’t love! Just because you married someone you didn’t love doesn’t mean you have to do that with me!” The brit shouted, making her grandmother immediately turn to her to walk towards her and slapped her across the face. Y/n touched her lip and saw red on her fingertips. Suddenly, her grandmother gripped her hair harshly causing her to shout in pain.

“I don’t care if I have to drag you to the church myself. You’re going to marry Phillip and I don’t care how you feel about it.” She said with gritted teeth and let go of Y/n’s hair harshly making her fall to the ground. The brit turned her head to see the british man standing there with a devilish smirk.

“You’re a pig.” She whimpered, standing up from the floor as he chuckled.

“Darling, I’m not the one who dishonored my family.”

“I can’t believe I began to think you were a good person…” Y/n almost whispered as she walked closer to him, looking up at him due to the slight height difference.

“I don’t care how much money you may give my family but I won’t bear your heirs… I won’t let you touch me.” His face transformed into anger as his hand flew to Y/n’s neck, gripping it tightly. Phillip began to tighten his hand more and more every second, cutting off her air.

“You will be mine, Y/n… you will be mine and you will have my heirs whether you like it or not…because that’s what a lady is meant to do.” He muttered with gritted teeth, watching as a tear ran down her cheek. He harshly pecked her lips and let go of her neck, making her fall as she coughed dryly trying to breathe again.

“I hope you take this time to shape into the perfect wife for me because we’ll be leaving for London after the wedding… don’t expect to come back.” and with that, Phillip walked out leaving Y/n whimpering on the floor as she began to cry. She kept crying the whole night, even when Margaret gave her a bath. The brit laid her head on her knees as the redhead scrubbed her back.

“You will get to see her again.”

“When?” Y/n sniffled, turning to Margaret who reflected her sad eyes.

“How, Margaret? I won’t be able to see the love of my life for Lord knows how long. I swear to you… I’ll go insane.” She said as she held her forehead with her palms.

“I’m not supposed to do this but I’ll whisper it in case your grandmother has listeners.” Margaret whispered into the brit’s ear as she continued to run the water over the body.

“Go write a letter for her and I’ll deliver it when I can.”

“You would do that?” Y/n asked as she sniffled, feeling a glimpse of hope in her heart.

“I will but I’ll give it to her when I can. I don’t know how long it may be.”

“It’s alright… It’s alright… Thank you, Margaret.” The redhead nodded, giving the brit a slight smile. Once out of the bath and in her sleeping gown, Y/n sat down and began to write.

‘My dearest Amy,

My grandmother found out about us. Phillip told her. I won’t be able to see you or write to you, possibly ever again. I’m not allowed outside the house anymore. Margaret may be my only messenger right now and this will possibly be the last time she’ll be able to do this.

The wedding is in a month. Of course, it is all against my will and I'm not sure what to do. Phillip told me we’ll be leaving for London after the wedding…

I will forever be in love with you, Amy March. I will think of you every second of every day for as long as I live. I beg of you, please don’t forget me. We’ll meet again, my love. Someday. I’ll love you for all eternity.

Forever yours, Y/n.’

Amy fell to the ground, tears running down her cheeks as her cries became louder. Her sisters burst into the room quickly cradling the blonde who was crying hysterically as she clenched the letter over her chest. The love of her life was being ripped away from her. Thanks to social standards and roles.

So close, yet so far away. Both women cried themselves to sleep that night, feeling impotence and out of control. As if they were reaching out and the more they reached the farther they were. Wanting, desiring nothing more than to be holding each other, forever.

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