#tom holland x female!reader

[cypherverze]

PART ONE

We’ve Come A Long Way, Baby

a tom holland imagine

You can access the part two here: PART TWO

PAIRINGS: tom holland x female!reader

SUMMARY: you reminisce the journey that both you and Tom had ventured, and how far the both of you have come, before officially tying the knot.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello, i’ll be posting an imagine for the meantime >< this will have a part 2, i decided to split this imagine in two parts because for the next part i want to solely focus on the wedding. let me know if you like it! enjoy reading!

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, this is a product of the author’s (me) imagination. this work is originally written by me, do not in any way repost or copy my work.

WORD COUNT: 3,500

WARNINGS: none, just pure fluff!

DIVIDER BY: @v6que

You reminisce the journey that both you and Tom had ventured together, and how far the both of you have come, before officially tying the knot.

The Meeting

You and Tom had met in London, you had decided to move to London to be more independent, you entered University of Oxford and pursued your career in law. You had met Tom at a party of a mutual friend, and you don’t know him at all, you literally have no idea of who he is. So when your mutual friend had introduced you to each other and your friend mentioning that Tom’s a famous actor, the look on your face was priceless because you don’t know him at all. You don’t know his movies and actually never heard of him in your whole life, and you were embarrassed. But Tom was really chill about it, he doesn’t mind that you don’t know him, it even made him feel better because at least someone treated him normal for once, and from there, you two had clicked.

It was months of texts and calls, back and forth. He was always away for filming and you are busy attending your classes and finishing your degree, until on your graduation day, he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was the best birthday present that you had ever received. Since he’s a well known figure, you two decided to keep your relationship under the wraps, that is until a year into your relationship, you had been spotted together by a paparazzi walking around LA. Where you had visited him one time during his filming, and that’s when you decided to make your relationship public. Your relationship had been receiving nothing but support from his fans, you couldn’t care less about the negative comments. As long as you both love each other, that is only what matters the most.

Tom had already introduced you to his family, and his mother, Nikki, had never been more thrilled that he’s son is dating a very beautiful and amazing woman, she’s also glad that she’s no longer the only woman in the household. Suddenly, out of nowhere, it led him to question how come he had never met your family or know something about your family since you never talk about your family with him. He knew nothing of your family background, until he was scrolling one time on his twitter account and saw a post of a photo of him and you that he had posted in his instagram, that he was not dating an average person, he was literally dating an heir, on both sides of your parents. When he had approached you about this, you had explained it to him—he was a bit sad, but he fully understand afterwards, and on the very next day, you two found yourself on a plane ride back to your home country and had arranged a schedule for him to meet your family. He was a nervous wreck, but you had assured him him that everything will be alright.

When you had first introduced Tom to your family, they had mixed opinions about him. You’re brothers found it cool that you’re dating the Tom Holland, the spider-man, your brothers are a big fan of marvel, so when you told them that you don’t know who spider-man is, they educated you about the marvel cinematic universe and sat you down to watch a hundred of marvel films—which had been a lot for you to take in. They had questioned Tom’s intentions as well with you, like the big brothers that they are, but when they saw that he’s a nice and down to earth guy, a few drinks, and bonding over golf, they know that he’s a keeper and supported you both through and through.

As for your parents, they’re skeptical because they don’t really know what was Tom’s intentions with you. You had been through a long list of relationships, and each relationships that you had back then were only for convenience, they dated you just to use you and your family’s connections. You were privileged enough in life, you had been born with a golden spoon in your mouth. You are born into one of the wealthiest and influential family, you can say that you’re quite well known, but you never really flaunt it like the usual wealthy kids do, and you’re pretty much the darling sweetheart of your home country. Not to mention that you’re the only woman in your family, and your family is very protective of you, they want their princess to be with someone who is deserving of their princess. But eventually, they warmed up to Tom, your father had bonded with him through golf as well just like your brothers. They can see that Tom is a really good match for you.

You chuckled at the memory. Both you and Tom had been through a lot of ups and downs, it had really been an emotional roller coaster for the both of you, a lot of challenges, but you both had managed to get past through it. It just proved how strong is your love for each other, and that was when you had decided that he’s the man that you want to spend the rest of your life with, and Tom thought of the same too. You got up from your bed and sat at your vanity chair, there’s still plenty of hours before your wedding. You can’t help but stare at the engagement ring on your finger and smile.

The memory of Tom asking your parents for your hand in marriage played in your mind. You weren’t there, but your brothers were. The rest of the family as well, including your parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents.

The Stamp of Approval

You let Tom know that you’ll be flying back home to visit your family for a week, and he was okay with it, he apologized as well that he won’t be able to come visit them with you due to the press tour. What you didn’t know was Tom didn’t tell you that they will be having a press tour in your home country, so he was planning to surprise you, and he has a mission as well. That mission is that he was finally going to ask your parents for your hand in marriage.

He was a nervous wreck, he had been a nervous wreck when he had met your parents, but this time it had really intensified, it felt like his heart was gonna beat right out of his chest. Tom nervously fidgeted with his watch as he stood outside of the main door of your family’s mansion. He had been there for about a minute or two now, practicing his speech on how he was there to finally ask for your hand in marriage, which he had been planning for months. He took a deep breath and finally had the courage and rang the doorbell, the doorbell echoed inside your home, as he was waiting anxiously for the door to open.

As the door opened, Tom was greeted by your mother, who welcomed him with a warm smile and giving him a tight hug. She quickly ushered Tom inside, he stepped inside of the mansion and no matter how many time he had been in your family home, he will always be struck by the grandeur of your home whenever you both visit your family. Walls were adorned with beautiful artworks, furnitures was plush and comfortable. Your mother led him into the living room, where he was greeted by your brothers, grandparents and other family members—which were your aunts and uncles. Which he had not expected at all.

Tom, your brothers—which were very delighted when he came and squished him in a hug, grandparents, and your other family members had exchanged their pleasantries, then going back to what they were doing before he arrived. Except for your grandparents, they had joined as well in the living room.

“My love, Tom is here!” Your mother had called out for your father, “It is so great to see you again, Tom! What brings you here today? (Y/N) is out with her friends right now, but she’ll be back by dinner. She also told me you’re busy with the press tours, so you won’t be able to come with her.” She asked.

“Hello, auntie,” Tom greeted your mother, when you had introduced Tom to your parents, they had insisted him on calling your parents aunt and uncle, “I didn’t tell her that we’ll be having a press tour here, because I wanted to surprise her.”

Your mother let out a gasped and squealed. Your mother is the biggest supporter of your relationship, you can say that she’s the president of your ship. She always post a photo of you two on her instagram together with your family, and instagram stories as well. Your mother is also the number one source of photos of both you and Tom that the fans are always waiting for.

“I also wanted to talk to you all about something.” Your mother nodded.

“Come, sit.” She motioned Tom so sit.

They both sat down on the couch at the same time, Tom sitting infront, facing your mother. Your father coming down from upstairs. Once your father is finally seated on the couch with the rest, Tom took a deep breath and straightened his posture.

“Uncle and auntie,” He started, “I came here to surprise (Y/N) and to talk about something with you as well. I came here today to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter.”

Both of your parents have different reactions, and your grandparents just smiled widely at Tom. Your mother squealed again, while your father was serious and carefully listened, motioned Tom to continue.

“She means everything to me, and I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without her. I can’t see myself with anyone other than her. I would be honored if your would allow me to marry her.” Tom smiled softly.

Your grandmother turned to your grandfather, who then turned to your parents and speak something in your native language. Tom felt his heart beating faster as he waited for their response, until your grandparents turn to Tom and nodded happily. Your grandparents approved of him marrying you. Meanwhile, your father turned to Tom, directly making an eye contact with him.

“Tom, throughout the years of your relationship with our lovely (Y/N), we have watched you and (Y/N)’s relationship grow. We have seen how happy you make each other, we saw how much you make our daughter happy. She had never been happier in her relationship, and it’s rare for her to see be happy in a relationship, which you know very well how her past relationships ended. We love her so much, she’s our baby girl, our one and only princess. Seeing her very happy, especially with the person she loves the most, it’s enough for us.” Tom nodded at your father’s words with understanding.

“You are basically already a part of our family, you have been with us through every family celebrations and family vacations. So yes, we give our full blessing for you to marry our daughter.” Your father smiled widely at him, standing up giving Tom a tight hug. Then your mother gave him a hug as well, and lastly your grandparents.

Tom felt the weight has been lifted off of his shoulders as he smiled with gratitude, feeling sense of excitement and joy. Tom knows that both of your future together would be bright and full of love. Now, he couldn’t wait to propose to you. Your mother stood up and retrieve something from their bedroom and came back down to the living room.

“Tom, grandma just told me that I should give you this,” She handed Tom a black velvet box, and he opened it gently, “It’s a family heirloom. It was grandma’s ring when grandpa proposed to her, it’s what also my husband gave me when he proposed to me. So now we’re giving it to you, I know that (Y/N) will be very happy.”

“Thank you so much, I promise to take care of (Y/N).”

“I know you will, son. I know you will. I trust you with my daughter, I know that you’ll be a loving husband to her. Also call us mom and dad, you’re both getting married soon.” Your father smiled.

Your mother squealed again in happiness, calling out your brothers and your other relatives as well to tell them the great news. They had rushed to the living room and sat down on the vacant couch.

“(Y/N) and Tom are finally getting married!” Your mother shouted, causing your brothers and family members to jump and shout in happiness.

Your brothers rushed to Tom and squeezed him in a hug, your brothers are older than you and Tom, but they can be a bunch of bear hugger, a man child as well if they wanted to be. Your family hadn’t noticed you coming inside, you stared at the scene that unfolds right infront of you. You can see your parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles smiling and cheering, on the other side, you saw your brothers hugging Tom jumping up and down, chanting like they’ve just won a game or something.

Wait…Tom?!

“Uh, what is happening here? I just got home and I returned to a party? Without me?” You chuckled.

“(Y/N)!” Your brothers yelled all together.

“What? Why are you acting like I just came home from war?”

“Oh honey, you don’t know what’s coming.” Your mother said, in which you looked at her in confusion.

“Mom! Shh!” Your oldest brother, Collin shushed your mom, and your mother raised her hands in defeat.

“Tommy? What are you doing here? I thought you have a press tour?” You gently smiled at him.

Your brothers had let him go and he slowly walked toward you. Tom hugged you, arms wrapping tightly on your waist, as you give him a soft kiss on the lips. Your hands gently caressing his nape.

“Surprise,” Tom smiled softly at you, “I didn’t tell you that we’ll be having a press tour here, so I decided to surprise you, darling.” He kissed your lips.

“Well, you did surprise me.” You giggled in the kiss.

“I’m glad, darling, because we’re gonna be heading off to Paris for the next press tour and you’ll be coming with me.”

“I’d be honor, baby.” You smiled.

“Good, because I won’t be taking a no for an answer.” You both loved.

It felt like it was just the two of you in the room, forgetting about your family in the background. You can’t believe it, you’re so in love with this man, and he is so in love with you two. You wouldn’t trade it for the whole world, you can’t see yourself loving another man that is not Tom. He has taken your world by storm, and your heart.

The Proposal

Tom had proposed to you in Paris, right under the Eiffel Tower. The reason why he wanted to take you to him for the press tour in Paris it’s because he wanted to propose to you there, of course to spend time with you as well. He had ask for Zendaya and Jacob’s help with the proposal, you brothers will be there as well for the full package support. Tom couldn’t be more thankful.

The both of you are walking towards the Eiffel Tower, hand in hand. You can feel your heart racing with excitement, you had been to Paris before, you always accompany your mother during the Paris fashion week. You basically know Paris like the back of your hand, but being in Paris with Tom is a whole different experience. In the city of love with the one you love the most.

You can already see the iconic landmark looming ahead, the steel girders reaching up towards the sky. The sun is already setting, casting a beautiful warm golden glow, and Tom knows that this moment will be etched in both of your memories forever. As the both of you approach the tower, Tom took your hand and lead you to a quiet spot underneath the tower. He turns to face you, and as he look deeply into your eyes, you can feel the wave of love, gratitude, and pure adoration washing over you. You are the person Tom wants to spend the rest of his life with, and he knows that he have to make this proposal perfect.

Unbeknownst to you, your friends—Zendaya and Jacob, and your brothers are just around the area, waiting for Tom to pop the million dollar question to you. Your and Tom’s parents wanted to be there as well, but they can’t due to their respective busy schedules. But they have them on facetime, so they are updated on what’s going on. Tom took a deep breath and began to speak.

“My love,” He began, “Ever since I met you, I know that you are the one for me. You don’t know how much joy and happiness you had brought into my life, and I can’t imagine my future without you in it or loving someone that isn’t you.” You already have an idea of what’s going on, you are trying to hold your tears.

“I know that we have had our ups and downs, a continuous roller coaster rides of emotions, but I believe that together we can overcome any obstacles that the world throws at us. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy, supporting you with every decision you make, and cherishing every moment that we have together.”

Tom reached into his pocket and pull out a small black velvet box. Your eyes widened because you know that velvet box so well, it was a possession that your mother owns and ever since you were a child, you had already been begging your mother to give it to you. But she always tell you that you’ll have it when the time is right. You can’t believe it. He opened the box, revealing the big beautiful emerald ring. The emerald sparkling against the light of the beautiful setting sun, gasping in surprise.

“So, my darling, will you do the honor of making me the happiest man alive and marry me?” He smiled widely.

You noticed your brothers, Zendaya, and Jacob at the distance, right at the back of Tom holding a poster that says ‘Will You Marry Me?’and your oldest brother, Collin, holding the phone, speaking and your two other brother, Nick and Philip recording the moment. By now, a lot of people are surrounding you and taking videos, which will probably end up all over the headlines and internet articles right after.

Tom hold out the ring to you, and you can’t hold it any longer, you let your tears of happiness fall. You nodded your head rapidly and you throw your arms around Tom’s shoulders, kissing him deeply. You both smiled at the kiss. Tom slipped the ring onto your finger, loving the way how it looked on your finger, and suddenly there were fireworks display at the sky, courtesy of your brothers.

“Yes. Yes, I will marry you, Thomas Stanley Holland.” You giggled.

“She said yes, everyone!” Tom shouted, and everyone cheered.

The Eiffel Tower stands tall above the both of you, which had been a symbol of your love and lifelong commitment to each other. A special place that you will hold dearly in your heart, and a reminder of the love that you share with Tom.

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[userholland]

between the lines | frat!tom

finals week is here and you’re an emotional wreck, to say the least. not only is your schedule jam-packed, but there are things going on in your life as well. you need to cram, you need to meet due dates and frankly, you could use a drink to get through it all. the night you go to a frat party, you see a cute and familiar face that you have to see every time you go to the small bookstore and he’s behind the cash register.

PAIRING : frat!tom & college!fem!reader

GENRE : college, book shop, love at first sight, dramatic love confessions, wedding date, & a long (too long tbh) slow burn

WARNINGS : tom being sarcastic but cute, lots of fluff + corny dialogue, toxic parents and divorce, a light/tasteful make-out, cursing, drinking, trust issues, both reader and tom being bibliophiles (annotations & recommendations blah blah), etc.

WORD COUNT : 13.9k

A/N : mostly, inspired by an another great idea @venomsilk gave me <3 🧸🌤 🍰 dedicated to her. this is for her valentine’s celebration (a few months late, oops. but school / mental health checks happened so respectable hiatus on this fic) and i was so happy and excited to write it tbh ! i've been more into the romance ya novels lately so i really wanted to give this fic a lot of love and filled it with inspiration from books i've read. pls rec me some bc this summer i want beach reads. anyways adore and appreciate my venomsilk besthie so much. bear with me in this fic, but hope everyone enjoys ! also this header is originally from here! i just added the shredded border

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Books. They were a common comfort you turned toward in times of stress, sadness or simply something to make the time go by on the bus ride to campus.

The small bookstore, that you often went to on the weekends, was unique. Most books were donated or found, then there was a small selection of brand new editions on the circular table when you entered the shop.

From the tall shelves filled with fictional adventures to the big, voluptuous, and green plants decorated around the front window, everything about this place was perfect. But, the dark, curly-haired cashier with a soft smile was a bonus to your shopping experience.

Every time you approached the counter, heat would suddenly radiate from your face and your heart fluttered when the boy rose his head to meet your eyes. Sometimes, you caught him reading a classic novel, other times, he was taking his time to finish homework when the store didn’t have but one or two people browsing.

His name is Tom, once overhearing one of his co-workers call him Tommy. You didn’t know anything about him, but it fit his charming yet approachable appearance. He wore a bunch of flannels with the sleeves rolled up and a solid color tee to match underneath, the occasional baseball tee or henley if the temperature in the store was too warm.

You didn’t mean to giggle the time you walked up to him and his cheeks were bright pink from how hot it was inside compared to the coming winter chill changing the fall weather.

Once or twice, you wondered if he remembered you. It sounded egotistical, questioning your importance to some stranger, but you couldn’t help it. He gave you recommendations or comments on the books you purchased, persuasive enough to burn a bigger hole in your pocket for decent literature.

The way he smiled and giggled when you had small talk, all from asking each other how your days had been. If it was a selling tactic he used; it was working.

Some days, romanticizing simple interactions like this made life less lonely and stressful. Tom was simply a crush; just another cute guy you could think about when you think about your future and the little fantasies in between your daydreams. It was nice for a bit and then you snapped back into reality, concentrating on your studies and looking forward to getting a degree. 

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Tom took advantage of the lazy afternoon shift between his classes.

There were little to no customers, free time to study and complete silence unless he turned on the music over the speakers throughout the store. While the minimum wage didn’t seem worth it, Tom much more preferred working at his Aunt and Uncle’s bookstore than to getting ripped off from writing English essays for his “so-called” fraternity brothers. 

As he sat at his post behind the register, comfortably wearing his black Carhartt jacket, with his head lowered so his brown curls hung down. He unknowingly pouted as he made bright-red corrections on his rough draft for one of his final papers. Even though Tom had three to four other final papers of his own to do, he was doing essays for other people. 

His final paper for his Advanced English Romanticism class was way more important and frankly, all he wanted to do was pass with high grades, but earning money for next semester’s tuition by easily bullshitting Shakespeare’s literature theories or creating basic fictional, short stories for people who were barely sober 12 hours out of the day made his eyes wander to the rough drafts in his worn backpack.

The ink imprinted his, sloppy but small, handwriting on the side of his hand, and the end of the pen had a few bites when he was re-thinking his sentences and paraphrasing.

Suddenly, the bell above the entrance door rang, not phasing Tom to look up since people came in and out, but he glanced up when he noticed the familiar color of the jacket you wore. He had seen you a few times, wearing that same navy blue jacket with a red and black stripe going down the sleeves. 

A gloss filmed over his bright-brown eyes but looked away once you walked toward the back, admiring the books placed perfectly around the best-sellers table at the center of the store. You were the same, pretty girl who wandered around the stop for an hour, maybe two, seeking a book and nothing else. 

Each one that came to Tom’s counter was a different genre from a worn-out classic or a fairly used historical fiction– it intrigued him so, he’d list a few recommendations. After a bit of, what he considered, flirting, you left with a big smile until two or three days passed and there you were again, searching and reading in between the numerous aisles.

“Think fast!”

Tom already flinched, but a soccer ball thumped against the side of his head and he immediately pressed his palm on his temple.

“Jesus…” Tom hissed under his breath, his eyes giving a dirty look toward his friend, “A ‘hello’ would have sufficed.”

“What? You’re not happy to see me?” Harrison grinned, holding the ball under his arm.

Tom quickly retorted, “Why are you bothering me at work?” 

Harrison tilted his head.

 “Because I cherish every second we spend together…” He smiled before rolling his eyes, “What do you think? We have a meeting at the house in twenty minutes. C’mon, no one is even here, it’s your family’s store and you can leave when your manager is on his phone in the back office–”

Tom opened his mouth, but no words came out. His eyes shifted to you, past Harrison’s figure, watching as you flipped through another book on the same shelf; a hardcover version of The Picture of Dorian Gray.

Basic, but not a bad read. Tom thought.

“Who’s that?” Harrison asked, “She’s pretty.” He glanced over his shoulder, but you had no idea that the two boys were glaring as you concentrated on the text.

“No one.” Tom said in an annoyed tone, messily pushing his books and paper into his worn-out backpack.

The rosy pink tint of the apples of Tom’s cheeks made Harrison slowly smile, “Oh, Tommy. You’re squirming. Is she an ex? Hookup? Maybe TA?”

Tom sighed, “If we leave now, I’ll still help you with your sports management paper tonight.”

Harrison nodded, “Geez, she must be someone if you make that threat.”

You couldn’t help but lift your head at their commotion, watching Tom lead the way. Harrison trailing behind with his duffle strap on his shoulder and spinning the soccer ball in his hands, but your glances connected as they passed. Being the brother he is, Harrison announces, “He has a thing for you! Big ole crush! Do you have his number-”

Tom pushed on Harrison’s back hard, forceful enough to get him through the door. He wanted to avoid you noticing the bright tint red painted on the apples of his cheeks from the embarrassment he couldn’t escape.

Your heart was in your throat, a warmness spreading throughout your body from the attention. Half-smiling, you looked back down at the book in your shaking hands. While it wasn’t your first choice, this happening made you want to buy it to remember this moment.

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The feeling of falling shocked your nerves, jerking your head up to make sure you were still in your seat. You hadn’t noticed you fell into a catatonic state, blankly staring at your laptop with little to no brain function. The brightness of the small screen gleamed against your face, making you blink your eyes a few more times before hearing the multiple cracks break in your back.

This was being a university student. More specifically, an English major.

As much as you loved a hardcover book, money thought differently. Instead of flipping through thick pages with a smell that comforted you, those same texts flashed on whatever device you could afford it on. 

The biggest misconception of being an English major is that you like to read everything and anything. Completely wrong. You liked to read the books that were like a warm hug after a rainy, cold day or made you weep until mascara burned the corners of your eyes. 

The details you paid attention to within the novels you kept close are the reason you loved to read. But, classics and sonnets that you were forced to analyze to write papers about what they mean bored you mindlessly, wondering why picking English was even an option when it’s just reading a language you know.

You turned to your tall bookshelf, perfectly placed in the corner of the room, and books of various sizes overflowed it like a garden. Some rest on the top of it after you ran out of room on your shelves.

Each had their own story as to how they were placed on the old wooden ledges; buying them brand new from bookstores, finding worn-out classics from the thrift store or they were collecting dust in your parent’s attic. But, lately most had come from the Joel & Anne’s bookstore–you blamed Tom.

Just as you wanted to pick up The Picture of Dorian Gray, a notification popped up in the corner of your laptop’s screen. It was a brief email from your professor, granting an extension to the midterm paper due for those who requested it and you couldn’t have been more revealed.

Thank God, you thought.

The pace of your heart slowed down, the cracking of your spine as you straighten your back at your desk.

Falling on top of the fluffy comforter of your bed, your body’s muscles relaxed. The tension disappeared from your chest as your heavy eyes fluttered close. In and out of sleep, the buzz of your phone caused your head to quickly rise. Half-awake, you leaned up to grab it then plummet back into the soft sheets.

“Since there’s an extension for your paper, does that mean I’ll see you at the Delta Epsilon ABC party tomorrow?” Your best friend, Lillian, texted.

“ABC?” You typed with a furrow brow.

“Anything But Clothes.” She replied with a tongue emoji.

Reluctant, you wanted to say “no” and take the extended due date seriously, but from how stressed out the paper was making you, a party didn’t sound like a bad idea.

You sealed your lips while typing, but once you sent “What should I wear?”

After Lillian pitched a few last-minute ideas, you exited from your text messages then placed your phone on the bedside table. Rubbing your dry eyes, you get back up to turn off your lamp and other lights. 

As you stroll to the desk, you trace your finger over the trackpad of the laptop to exit from the email. Surprisingly, you forgot about the already-opened browser of the book you’ve been hunting down for your paper. You were so exhausted, you spaced out in those few minutes to probably forget about it.

Shakespearean plays were the subject of your paper, researching for hours on end about this ancient man’s entire collection and existence. His missing years, his creation of words we still use today, anything that pinpointed a significance in the English language was stored somewhere in the paper your fingers cramped to write for the past week.

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Tom downed the last Red Bull from his mini fridge, compressing the aluminum can in his hand then throwing it in trash. There it sat with the other empty cans and overflow of crumbled drafts.

He couldn’t remember the last time he blinked today yet his fingers were typing any of the words coming up in his head. The sixty bucks he was being paid for it was his only motivation to finish the last lines about the rise of the Roman Empire.

Shockingly, it wasn’t as difficult as told to him– but usually, it’s the people who don’t pay attention in their classes that find it hard and in their way. At least if he did it, there were rewards other than a high grade.

As Tom pressed tab to indent, he thought of how you smiled at him. He hoped it was him and not Harrison being cocky from what he said. He pondered what would happen if he stayed, walking back to you and saying that his attraction was true. But, Tom was more confident in his mind and he couldn’t actually imagine seeing you after how embarrassed he felt from Harrison’s announcement.

“Hey!” Harrison said as he knocked on Tom’s open door, expecting nothing but what he saw– Tom’s ass glued to his desk chair and the bright, white screen of his laptop staring back at him.

Tom turned his head, rolling his eyes at the blonde, blue-eyed devil, “Come here to make any of my other of my secrets known to the public?” He continued to jot down any last corrections on the paper he’d been working on for hours.

Harrison chuckled, jumping onto Tom’s bed, “It’s not like you were going to say anything to her if I didn’t, now she knows. ‘You’re welcome’ would be the correct answer, Mr. English smartass.” 

“See, you’re saying ‘you’re welcome’ when I didn’t ask for your help in the first place. She’s just a girl that comes to the store a lot and I just…” Tom shrugged, tossing his pen down, “I happen to notice her.”

“Happen to notice?” Harrison scoffed. “Dude, you were staring at her so hard at her that I thought your eyes were going to pop out. Blink once in a while so if this girl does notice, she doesn’t think you’re creepy.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “She’s not some girl, her name is Y/N.”

Fuck. Tom thought, now realizing how much he corrected Harrison out of habit.

Harrison instantly smirked, “So, you know her name too? What else are you hiding so I can brief her in on it… but more subtle this time.”

“H, why are you in my room at one in the morning?” Tom asked with furrowed his brows.

“You’re going to the ABC party, right? You’ll be there, participating for once, and having fun. Maybe getting high or laid will loosen you up. ”

“I can’t, I have these papers to finish for the guys who will be partying downstairs all night and if I’m lucky, I can get paid double if I ask them for their fee while they’re drunk.” Tom smirked.

“C’mon. One party! It’s a few hours out of the whole semester… Before you have to go back home for the holidays and do nothing but watch Christmas movies and read books for pleasure.” 

Tom replied with silence.

“Maybe you could invite Y/N. It could be a nice romantic gesture that your books talk about, right?”

“So, invite her to a party where everyone is wearing anything but clothes and shit-faced within the first hour.” Tom took a pregnant pause, “Yeah, I’ll pass on that.”

Harrison knew not to pry anymore, not planning to give Tom shit for wanting to do well in school. Unlike most of the trust-fund raised kids, Tom paid his dues from paycheck to paycheck. Maintaining high grades wasn’t only for his pride, but his academic scholarship that discounted his tuition. 

He admired Tom for his natural work ethic despite it interfered with his social life. Luckily the other brothers saw Tom as an asset, but it was for their own selfish reasons. Harrison was a month younger than Tom, but still felt protective of him as if he were an older brother.

“Okay, well. I have a ‘Beware of Dog’ sign if you want to use it as shorts tonight.” Harrison winked before leaving to his room.

Tom chuckled, but his smile slowly turned into a frown. The desperate need to earn cash for his two semesters’ tuition consumed him the past four months, realizing that this term was practically done and he had done nothing else but work.

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You could say that having caution tape wrapped around your body was ironically hazardous. The plastic was constricting, too afraid to bend over or you may fall and never get back up. While it was cute in thought, you looked in the mirror from head to toe and knew this could end in disaster. 

With too many intrusive thoughts, you were about to change back into your grey sweatpants and grab an oversized shirt from the dryer. But, just as you took a last glance at your reflection, Lillian came right through the front door and sported a dress made out of bright green and white condom wrappers fastened together with tape and safety pins. 

It was totally Lillian.

You furrowed your eyebrow, “Did you walk all the way here wearing that?” 

But she ignored your comment from the stun of seeing you actually wearing a costume.

Lillian gasped, “You look hot! That caution tape was a good call.”

“I feel like this tape is going to fall off at any second.” You groaned, grabbing your college t-shirt from the basket on top of the dryer, but Lillian held your wrist.

“What are you doing?” She retorted. 

You sighed, “Changing into something that lets me breathe and walk.”

“Oh, don’t be a party pooper. It’s only a few hours.” She said as she walked to the mirror, fixing her strawberry-blonde waves. She pushed them from the front of her body then behind her shoulders, wondering if the prominence of her collarbones made a difference.

“A few hours of guys asking me what’s underneath this caution tape.” You mumbled under my breath, and she moved you in front of the mirror.

“Y/N, I made a promise to you at the beginning of the semester to make sure you have an amazing last year of college… and I always keep my promises.” She said, her head resting on your shoulder as the two of you glanced at your absurd outfits  in the mirror, “And you look too good to not go out...”

You chuckled, “Are you pouting?”

“Depends, does it guilt trip you want to go to the party more?” Lillian jeered, giving you a light squeeze around your waist.

You scrunch your nose, “Only a little.”

The two of you pre-gamed with a fruity, alcoholic seltzer, which barely gave any buzz, then ventured downstairs to the Uber waiting in front of your apartment building.

As Lillian snapped photos of herself from the lighting of the warm streetlights passing by, you noticed Joel & Ann’s bookstore in the darkness. It made you think of what Tom might have been doing tonight, wondering what his life was like outside the store.

You blushed thinking back at the fond moment of his friend shouting he liked you, keeping your head up for most of the day. As harmless as it was, it lingered in your mind and turned into scenarios of how you would enlighten that comment. 

Would you make the first move? or has he already and you didn’t notice? Overthinking didn’t help, but you needed to come up with something good to respond to it whenever you’d see him again.

Once you arrive on Fraternity Row, the Delta Epsilon house was anything but quiet. Everyone was following the rules of the party, wearing anything but clothes in different and creative ways.

A brunette passing by wore a makeshift dress, the sparkling Christmas wrap tailored with tape to fit around her slim body. Another guy wore paper-mache shorts made from Superman comic book pages— even a couple of girls sporting the same outfit idea as Lillian which didn’t make her happy.

You hold back a laugh, “Well, at least your wrappers are green. Hers are purple… and Trojan.” 

“Ugh, now I’m gonna blend in.” She pouted her glossed lips, “C’mon, let’s go see where the drinks are.”

The music played loud enough that you could feel the bass vibrating your teeth. Lillian hooked your arm around hers as she pulled you toward the bar set up in the corner of the dim lit room.

Everyone managed to commit to the theme of tonight, impressed by the sustainability people reached like wearing a dress made of streamers with your university’s colors or pants made out of cardboard beer boxes. The surprises and creativity seemed limitless tonight, but there was no one who caught your attention.

“Are you looking for someone?” Lillian asked as she poured brown liquor into her plastic cup, spilling a bit on the counter when she shifted the pour into your cup on the counter.

“Kind of.” You mumbled, “You know that guy at the bookstore that I talk about? Tom?”

Lillian giggled, “Oh. The guy you practically stalk.”

“I don’t stalk him.”

“Yeah, right. You’ve just never spoken to him other than giving him money for a book and your literature small talk.” She joked, but it sort of hit a nerve. You almost wanted to prove to her that you could talk to him, you were just nervous as to what to say past your total amount and tax.

“Okay, but you don’t have to put it that way.” You pouted, but she handed you a drink.

“Well, you can forget about bookstore boy, and we can have a little fun tonight. Cheers!” She diverted your attention to your cups, pushing them together before she took a long sip.

You watched her, but didn’t drink with her. Instead your eyes shifted around the excited crowd, but no luck in finding your crush with brown curls and shiny brown eyes to match. You twisted your lips and took a small sip of your bitter beverage, squeezing your eyes shut as it burned the inside of your throat.

“What is that?” You hissed.

“I don’t know, but it gets you loose.” Lillian jokes, hugging you quickly before she pulled you to where everyone was dancing… or what could be described as dancing. It was more like drunken movement between strangers while flashed by neon colors in sequences. 

Trying to dance with Lillian in a restraint costume didn’t help until there were two taps on your shoulder. You quickly turned around, acquainted with Tom’s blonde friend— just dressed in shorts made out of the big cloth from Twister.

“Hey! You’re the cute girl from the bookshop, right?” Harrison chuckled.

“Yeah! And you’re the best friend of the cute guy at the bookstore?” You confidently said, raising your eyebrows.

Harrison shared the same expression, “Cute?” He smirked, “I bet he’d love to hear that if he were down here… Hey, why don’t you do him a favor and try to get him down here to have fun.”

“Why? Where is he?” You asked over the music.

“Upstairs in his room, working on his papers… C’mon, I bet he’d be happy to see you.”

Harrison winked at you before turning back to the girl he was dancing with, tipping his head back to down his beer. When searching for Lillan, you saw her dance with some of your shared friends by the unlit fireplace. 

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With the door cracked open, Tom listened to the muffled music below as well as the occasional conversation passing by to find an empty room. The bright light from the lamp on his desk shined against his paper. Although you remained silent, Tom took a quick sip of his to-go coffee and blinked his tired, dry eyes a few times. 

After two light knocks, Tom assumed it was Harrison, once again, asking him to come downstairs, but instead his heart shot up to his throat when he saw you standing in his doorframe. He was even more surprised seeing caution tape wrapped around your body like a tacky, shiny dress.

“Hey! Hey, nice to see you… especially with your new look.” Tom jeered.

You giggled, “I could say the same, never really see the bottom half of you.”

The two of you shared a warm laugh before Tom shyly asked, “What- What are you doing here?” 

“My friend sort of invited me at the last second, then your friend told me that I should come up here and try to urge you to come downstairs… possibly in a costume.” You trailed.

Tom licked his lips, “I appreciate it, but I’m working on some papers tonight. I want to get them done before tomorrow morning”

“A few papers over a party in your own fraternity?”

He hummed, “Well, papers I write for ten dollars a page. Paid in cash or credit… usually.” Tom smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

“Do I even want to know the other options?” You joked, slowly walking further into the room.

His blush was hard for him to hide, so he lowered his head down to hide the rosiness on his cheeks when he stood up to stretch. As Tom reached his arms over his head, the end of his shirt lifted a bit and you could see his v-line that disappeared past the band of his Calvin Klein boxers. 

Making you blush in return, you rub the back of your neck and look at some of the posters lazily taped on his dull, baby blue-colored walls. Shockingly, not one model from Playboy or Sports Illustrated was staring back at you in a tiny string bikini, rather there were posters of his favorite bands, a few classical authors by his bookcase and distressed movie posters of The Empire Strikes Back and Jaws above his full bed.

“Sorry, it’s kind of a mess.” Tom tossed a few t-shirts on his bed in his hamper by the door.

He said that, but it was probably the cleanest guy’s room you ever saw. Besides the clothes scattered around, the bed was made and his desk was fairly organized. There was even a trash can–with a trash bag to line it.

“Mess? I wish my room looked like this half the time.” You jeered, walking over to his bookcase, “A bookcase says a lot about someone to me.”

Tom chuckled, leaning on his desk, “And what does mine tell you?”

You awkwardly sat down on the end of his bed, trying to cross your leg over the other. You tried not to show that the plastic coiled around your body was uncomfortable, but one wrong move and you thought that you may expose yourself to Tom at any second.

“You okay?” He asked, “I don’t want to assume, but you look very tense.”

“Wow, it’s that noticeable.” You joked back, Tom chuckling in return. “Yeah, it wasn’t my idea to come tonight so, I got stuck wearing this.” You added, running your hand over the material.

He could see the pout on your face, maybe even a bit of embarrassment, so he suggested, “Do you want to change? I can give you something to wear. Not as much plastic, but more comfortable.” He joked.

Your face heated as you stood up, watching him pull clothes from his drawers. He grabbed a dark-blue Tottenham sweatshirt with a faded logo and baggy, gray sweatpants with your university logo embroidered by the hip.

“Here, hope these are okay.”

“Trust me, anything but this dress is fine.” You grinned, taking them from him. Your hand grazed his, making him gulp as you pulled the clothes to you, “Do you mind if I change in here?”

Tom raised his eyebrows, not realizing he wasn’t responding until he nodded, “Yeah! Yeah, I can just turn around.” He reassured, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes searched around his room, trying to fixate on any small object.

Like the vinyl player in the corner on top of the rack, something he bought out of being impulsive. At the time, his dad had given him some old records that he had found in the attic from spring cleaning, music that was popular when he was Tom’s age. Tom stopped listening to them after–

“Well, I certainly look the part of being a frat dude.” You jeered, turning for him.

“I think you look pretty...”

Way to sound creepy, Tom thought.

“Pretty nice!” He quickly added, trying to save himself from embarrassment.

You smiled at his shy compliment before glancing at the papers scattered around his desk, “So, what are you working on?”

“Uh, themes in Frankenstein. It’s actually my final paper.”

You arched your eyebrow, but admired how he had three different drafts and all of them were marked in red. As you leaned further down to read, Tom quickly shuffled the papers, “It’s not really my best. I’ve been through every book talking about Mary Shelley and her reason for this book... It’s pretty scandalous if you ask me.”

God. He was so dorky, it almost made him charming.

Just as you were going to say your joking comment, the music got louder downstairs and you two could feel the heavy vibration of the bass through the carpet.

“Is your paper the only reason you’re up here by yourself?”

“Well, technically you’re up here with me so, am I really by myself?” Tom shrugged.

You chuckled, “Don’t deflect.”

Tom licked his lips, letting out a long sigh, “I just need enough cash to cover tuitions, and saving up for grad school too. My family has gotten tied up in money and my friend, Harrison, said that he could help me be in a frat and I could make more connections. So, I’m not really here to have fun, more like just doing what I can to make some money and add to my resume.” 

“I know we just met, but… Can I give you some advice?” You sighed.

He naively nodded, his eyes turning glassy.

“You need to have some fun while you’re still in college.” You giggled, not meaning to sound mean, but you didn’t have to touch Tom to know he was a tense guy.

Tom responded with a nervous chuckle, “I’ve had… fun. I have fun. This party theme just isn’t really for me.” He protested.

“Well, I can’t disagree with you there.” You grinned, glancing at your now-cozy outfit, “Then what do you want to do tonight? What’s your fun thing?... other than reading the Mary Shelley scandal.”

His eyes searched around the room, then hummed, “It would be nice to have some peace and quiet… maybe work on my papers–”

You interpreted, “Okay, no, no. You’re not working on any papers, it’s about having fun. So, let’s go somewhere you think is fun.”

He smirked which made you think that he had a good idea, rather he said, “We can go to the bookstore.”

Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea.

You leaned against his desk, “Really? How?”

“My aunt and uncle own it.” He smirked.

“Ah. So, you’re like a bookstore nepotism baby. How lucky.” You grinned, cringing at your own jokes on the inside. But, it’s not like flirting was either of your fortes.

“Some kids get into movie premieres and have luxury cars, I have books and the cat that hangs in the front window until he goes back to his owners across the street.” 

“I always wondered if that was your guys’ cat.” You smiled.

Tom nodded, “His name is Milo and he loves eating our plants and sleeping on the classic novels.” 

You shared another light laugh before you said, “What are we waiting for? Get your jacket on.”

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Once you took a step outside the house, the night breeze felt cool against your sweaty skin. The fresh air was a relief to your lungs once you walked out of the humid-filled frat house, like you had forgotten how clean it could smell outside. 

Although the bookstore was a few blocks away from campus, Tom made you comfortable as he made you. Both of you weren’t sure if there were feelings, but there could be since your interaction isn’t ending with you leaving him behind a counter.

Tall street lights guided the way, and the only people passing were stumbling from the few bars lining your college town. There was little small talk between you two on the way, but Tom stopped in front of a convenience store, one he frequently went to if he wanted something to snack on during his shifts.

He walked toward the door, opening it, “You want anything?” He asked.

You nodded, walking in as he held the door open. The two of you walked into the small store with white walls and bright lighting over all the aisles. He walked around the chips and candy, heading to the big freezer with the familiar ice cream brands around the case.

The two of you gazed over it, smiling at the variety of choices like two kids. You couldn’t remember the last time you picked from the freezer– probably before you were even given an allowance. You were seeing another side of Tom, one that was a bit goofy when the stress faded from his character.

“Which one do you want?... I think I’m gonna get a cookie sandwich.” He hummed.

“No way. The strawberry shortcakes with the oats? Or the gelatos? Way better options.” You giggled.

He chuckled at your wit, “Okay, you pick for me. I pick for you. Does that sound fair?”

“Hmm…” You smirked, sticking your hand out, “Deal.”

Tom smiled as he shook yours, both your fingers trailing when you pushed open the glass case.

“Okay. Turn around…” You said, circling your finger to signal him to face back.

The curly brunette rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face, taking a slow turn around with his arms crossed. He stared at the rack of colorful packed snacks, reading the brands and flavors.

You grunted as you shoved the sliding window, then grabbed an ice cream bar of your choice. Putting it behind your back, you tell him, “Okay, your turn.”

Tom smiled to himself, seeing you try to conceal your ice cream bar under the hoodie as you headed toward the counter. He could hear your exchange with the cashier before Tom grabbed an ice cream bar out of the freezer, quickly closing it and hiding his pick behind his back.

“I hope you got me something good.” You teased, facing him and your hands behind your back holding the plastic convenience bag..

He sweetly chuckled again, “I think I did okay… I think you should be worried.”

“Ah, are you hard to please, Tom?” You continued to jeer with him.

All he could do was turn pink, chuckling out of embarrassment like an elementary boy in school. There was a glimmer in his brown eyes and you weren’t sure if it was from the bright lights in the store, but it made your heart pang at how innocent and sweet he appeared.

The two of you walked outside, sitting on the bench under the awning of the convenient store. There was a space between you as the bags crinkled when both of you reached into them. Counting down, you pulled out your ice cream bars for one another and it left you both with smiles and light laughter.

“Great minds think alike.” Tom grinned.

Both of you held the same ice cream bar, still exchanging the treats and opening them. As you ate on the bench, there was silence– but it was comforting silence. Better than surround sound music and drinks being spilled everywhere, preferring the sound of crickets and watching some stray cats walk by the alleys.

You tried to prevent any drops of ice cream getting on the hoodie he let you borrow, leaning out as you bit down and it made him chuckle.

“It’s okay. It’s an old hoodie.”

“Yeah, but, I don’t want to be a slob.” You grinned, trying to ignore how nervous you felt.

“Here, I got it.” He said, leaning over to wipe your chin with a napkin.

You glanced into his eyes again as he came close, holding your breath.

“There, now you are a presentable member of society again.” He jeered, putting the napkin in his wrapper before tossing it in the bin next to the bench.

The two of you stand up together, pulling and adjusting your clothes before continuing the venture to the bookstore. Street lights shined down on the red brick sidewalk, and a few cars passed by as they headed toward the center of town as you both walked further out from the noise of the bars and partying. 

Chirping from the crickets was peaceful and the rest of the way was lit by the full moon, making you glance at the glowing orb high above the clouds and surrounded by the stars. The shine reflected off your eyes, smiling at the breathtaking sight but unknowing to you, Tom was glaring at you.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He trailed, not taking his eyes off you as he shyly grinned.

Tom wished he had spoken to you sooner, not knowing how to express right then and there how he had some sort of feelings for you. 

You turned back to him, “Are you okay?”

Embarrassed, he quickly nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Great.”

You grinned back at him, “Good.” you said before the two of you continued to walk to the bookstore.

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The soft warm glow shined on Tom’s back as his keys jingled when he unlocked the front door.

“You got it?” You ask him, watching him turn the key both ways until there was a click.

“Yeah, it’s pretty old so-” 

Tom pushed enough of his weight with his shoulder against the door, opening the seal the door created from how cold it was outside. He half-smiled before walking into the dark room and you followed close behind him.

With how many times you’d been in this store, you could bet Tom that you knew the layout better than him. You carefully stepped around the racks of books, leading to the counter before you heard a loud thump.

“Ow!” Tom hissed under his breath, instantly rubbing his knee from cutting the corner too hard.

“Are you okay?” You giggled.

“Lovely.” He groaned, rubbing away against his soon-to-be bruised skin.

He turned on the reading lamp on the counter, the warm glow against his freckled skin. You noticed how he was able to smile with his eyes, the crinkling next to them when he laughed or smiled. Although you didn’t mean to observe that, it was hard to not notice. He radiated some kind of shine in the way he carried himself– at least from what you gathered.

“So, I’m sure you have some weird stuff behind here, huh?” You teased him, squatting down to look at the shelves.

“Nothing weird, but I hoard books… without telling anyone.” He admitted in a low tone, scratching the nape of his neck.

There was a collection of books down here filling up two rows, most of them had bright tabs on the sides to indicate some annotations between pages. The books ranged from recent autobiographies and novels to ones with broken spines and the names of classic writers on the covers.

You came back up, “I think you have a problem.” You jeered, smiling at him.

“As if being interested in literature is a problem.” 

“...Touché.” You nodded, “Do you like working here?”

“Yeah. I guess.” He trailed, “It kills time, it’s quiet.”

“As opposed to going home?” You asked out of curiosity. He was sort of like a guessing game. One clue led to another, intriguing you as you went down this mystery path of a person.

“Uh, I don’t… I don’t go home anymore.” He nervously chuckled, “Haven’t been for a while.”

Heat burned his cheeks and neck, not realizing he was venting in the moment.

“Sorry to hear that.” You gently replied and sensed his discomfort as he looked down.

Tom hummed, “It’s alright. I feel less lonely here.” He shrugged, picking at his fingernails before looking into your eyes.

“Well, now you have me so… it’s a little less lonely than that.” You smiled, scrunching your nose. “...and that may have been the corniest thing I’ve said ever.”

“Yeah, just a little.” Tom nodded, and a sweet chuckle followed, “But, thanks.”

He had a bit of a twinkle in his caramel-toned eyes, and his jaw was incredibly sharp. When he looked away, he’d clench his jaw and you noticed how tense he seemed.

Tom smiled, blushing a bit before he pushed the book on top of the counter toward him. It was an old copy of Pride and Prejudice that he found on a top shelf a few weeks ago. He re-read it three times, and each time felt like a different experience. He rarely annotated, but Tom genuinely loved reading this book and wanted to write down any thought he had about it.

“A favorite?” You asked him.

“Can you tell?” He chuckled, passing it to you.

You skimmed the pages, running your fingers over the different colored post-its sticking out. His handwriting was a bit small, but you could make out what he noted and you found it incredibly cute. You smiled to yourself as you read through them, and Tom hoped there was nothing embarrassing in there– not that there would be but he was already nervous around you.

Just as you got to the last page, a picture fell out and you turned it over to its front. The frame was cardboard with the Disney logo on it and the picture was of Tom and his parents. Sporting a Mickey Mouse baseball cap, he showed a huge smile and held a melting ice cream. His mom and dad were smiling too, his mom with her arm around his small structure and Tom gulped.

“Are these your parents?” You asked.

“Yeah, I was wondering where I left that picture.” He smiled, taking it from you.

You watched him grin at it, but the smile slowly faded the longer he glanced. It didn’t seem so much reminiscing, but feeling more sad. He didn’t want to get down on himself, but he put the picture underneath the counter.

“It’s cute. My parents never took me to those kinds of places growing up, but I was never the Disney princess lover either.” You pouted. 

He chuckled, “What? You didn’t want a Disney prince? Something like Prince Eric?”

You hummed, “You do resemble a bit of Prince Phillip.”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms, “The boring one?”

“Okay, okay. Maybe Prince Charming… you look like you can treat a girl to a dance,” you teased.

“The one time I slow danced was at my prom in year 13 and I remember stepping on her feet most of the night.” He told, trying to deflect your compliment

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, please. Now you’re being dramatic like a prince.” You grinned at him. 

Hesitantly, you moved your hand toward his face and pushed back the curls laying on his forehead. Your fingers carded to the back of his head, feeling his soft coarse hair and his brown eyes sparkled. It was a bold first move, but you wanted to know if this intense crush was too good to be true.

All this passes through Tom’s head is “do it”, his instincts scream. Kiss her.

You brought your hand back to his cheek, and you brushed your thumb over his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss him. Tom slowly moved his hands up your sides, pulling you closer to him as the two of you continued to makeout. He lightly pushed you against the counter, your bodies pressed together as he tasted your cherry-flavored lip balm.

With your foreheads against one anothers, Tom pulled away to take a breath, but it caused you both to let out this warm giggle. Just as you were about to kiss again, there was a sudden knock on the door along with the doorknob jiggling.

You quickly ducked under the counter while Tom stood there, trying to fix his hair as well as rub the lip balm off his mouth. He saw his uncle walk through the door, turning on the lights and Tom’s embarrassment flooded his body.

“I thought we were getting robbed. The silent alarm went off a few minutes ago.” His uncle told him, pretty light-hearted once he saw it was Tom.

“No, it was just me.” Tom gulped, glancing down at you hiding under the counter.

“Good, good. Why are you here so late? Your mom told me you had some party tonight.” His uncle trailed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“It was getting… loud and I just left to get some air. Work on some papers.”

You could audibly hear his uncle sigh, then say, “Is this because of… the divorce?”

Tom sealed his lips, it wasn’t what he wanted to talk about right now– especially since you were unknowingly in the room. Although divorce was a common thing, it was different going through when you’re already grown up and that was Tom’s struggle. He knew his parents had underlying issues, but he didn’t think he would get sat down and told his parents would separate their lives then and now.

“I know, it’s hard. But, you have to talk to someone about this. We don’t want you… hiding away, missing out on opportu-”

“I’m not, I just… wanted to be alone.” Tom shrugged, trying to grin and bear it.

His uncle didn’t want to get more into it since Tom was still going through it, but he nodded.

“Alright, make sure to lock up when you’re done. See you tomorrow, kid.” He sweetly said before he walked back out, the bell above the door ringing. Tom was only left with a bright red face, and a sudden racing in his heart. It’s like he realized how lonely he had made himself to be rather than people avoiding him altogether. 

Coming from under the counter, you dusted off your shirt at first. You didn’t want to immediately face Tom, sensing there was a bit of awkwardness created. He rubbed the back of his curls, but you finally broke the silence.

“Sorry, my lip balm kind of… got all over your lips.” You joked, taking your thumb to wipe the smudge of gloss from his chin.

Tom smiled, but nodded, “Well, I’m more sorry you had to hear that, but it’s no big deal. I don’t know why my family has so many issues.”

“I think they’re just genuinely worried about you. I mean, you don’t seem much of the talking type.” You confessed.

“It’s ironic. They don’t ask about any of this stuff until I just don’t say anything at all. Maybe, I just want to be left alone and be able to think about how the only two stable people in my life just choose to not be with each other anymore.” He trailed, trying to humor himself.

You could tell he’d been hurt by people before, but this was something he was expecting. It was still shocking, but he chose to close everyone off. 

Tom thought if he didn’t have to talk about these feelings, they’d go away. But, by telling you, basically a complete stranger, how he felt— his hurt was more on the surface than he thought.

“Well, you don't deserve to feel this way.” You told him with honesty, rubbing his tense shoulder, “If I can promise you one thing.”

There was a bit of comfort in that. At least someone acknowledging his feelings over their own.

“Thanks.” He grinned.

“Please, you’re one cigarette away from being Holden Caulfield. I felt like I needed to step in now… because he was the worst.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “He witnessed worse.”

“Well, luckily he’s a fictional character. Meanwhile, you need to worry about how you feel, and not be so… scared of thinking the world is going to get you.” You trailed, running your hand from your shoulder to the back of his curls.  

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A week and a half breezed by and all you did was hang out with Tom at the bookstore, the library, or his room at his fraternity house. Occasionally, Harrison would pop in, trying to tease him, but also try to get to know you since Tom cared about you. It was actually a bit cute the way Harrison would pinch at Tom’s cheek, trying to make him flustered in your presence. You could tell he cared about him too.

Once your finals were finished and Tom was paid for his essays, it was nice to hang around the bookstore without the added tension. You could hang out for hours and read books in the cozy corner of the store, near the cat by the window and the sunlight would kiss against your skin. Sometimes Tom would get lost in the mesmerizing scene–like being with you meant more than fate. Something like he read in novels.

The sun was starting to set when the two of you entered the pizzeria where Harrison worked. Both of you nodded your heads over at him behind the counter before finding a booth by the window.

“Look at him in his cute apron.” You teased, sliding into the booth.

“Trust me, he thinks it’s a magnet for girls. I wouldn’t let him know.” Tom chuckled.

Although you and Tom were having a fun time, you hadn’t talked about the kiss you shared. Not that it wasn’t on both your minds, but felt better left unsaid than having to figure out what’s going on between you two and ruining this blossoming friendship. It already took long enough to talk to each other outside the bookstore, neither of you wanted to taint that.

“So, do you have any plans for the weekend?” You asked him.

Before Tom could answer, Harrison slid next to him already sporting a cheeky smile and wiped some flour on Tom’s cheek from his apron.

“What are you two gossiping about, huh? Or just miss me?” Harrison winked at you, but Tom wiped the flour off his face.

“We just wanted to grab a slice.” Tom cheeks tinted pink, feeling as if he’s being embarrassed by his dad.

“Calm down, Tommy.” Harrison smiled, “You’re too easy to mess with sometimes.” Harrison jokingly retorted.

You giggled, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna go and order.” You tell them before getting up, heading to the counter.

The two boys watched you walk up to the counter, beaming at the cashier as you made small talk before ordering. Tom’s look glistened, sparkling when he kept his eyes on you and Harrison snickered at his doe-like gaze.

“So, you guys made out and nothing happened?” 

It was no lie that Tom regretted venting Harrison–moments like this reminded him of that.

Tom gulped, “I think what’s going on is fine.” He lied.

“Fine?” Harrison asked, “You’ve been crushing on her for weeks and she obviously likes you too.”

“You can’t know that.” Tom trailed.

“She’s been to the bookstore everyday to hang out with you, going out to dinner, spending time at the house and you know no girl likes hanging out there, look at the bathroom for God’s sake, it’s disgusting. No woman willingly stays there unless she’s basically in love.” Harrison explained.

Tom nodded in disagreement, “I don’t think she… likes me. I’m not gonna mess up just talking to her.”

“You’re not. You just need to figure out how to make the right move.” Harrison stated before quickly asking, “Hey, you got invited to Steven’s wedding, right?”

Steven was one of the alumni of the frat house and a close friend of both the guys. Tom was a “baby-faced” freshman when they met and was still teased to this day for looking so young.

“Yeah. I did, but I don’t know if I’m going. It’s kind of far.” Tom trailed, scratching his nail against the table.

Harrison smiled, “No, you should go and Y/N is your plus one. Bam, matchmaking.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Yeah because a two hour car trip would really make me less awkward and weird.”

“You need to be a little hopeful. It’s not like your strangers anymore. You guys hang out at the store for hours with no problems. C’mon, she’d love it. It’s a nice countryside wedding and lots of our friends will be there so it’s not like you’ll be the odd one out. Introduce her, and maybe find some romantic spot to makeout, huh?”

Tom thought Harrison was a bit in over his head, but trying to make him see the other side of his pessimistic thoughts. Tom liked you, you like Tom. The problem was finding the moment to say that outlook to each other.

He twisted his lips, “How do I even ask that?”

“You’ll know how to say it when the moment comes… which seems like right now.” Harrison smirked.

As you walked back with a table timer in your hand, already wanting it to vibrate with your order since you were starving. You slipped into the booth, noticing both boys getting quiet which made you giggle.

“Am I interrupting something private?” You teased them.

“Actually, we were talking about a wedding we’re going to next weekend.” Harrison immediately said.

Tom wanted to sink into his seat.

“A wedding? Aw, that’s nice.” You smiled, “Who’s wedding?”

“Our friend, Steven, is getting married and I think Tom wanted to ask you something…” Harrison insisted.

Tom’s eyes widened, but Harrison quickly said, “I gotta get back to work. I’ll bring your food right out.” He flashed a cheery smile, something Tom wanted to slap off his face if he could, before leaving you two to talk– more like Tom improving what to say.

The feeling could be compared to dropping a baby into the deep end, trying to teach them how to swim and all Tom could do is internally panic.

You thanked Harrison before facing toward Tom’s pink-tinted face, and you tilted your head with a cheeky smile, “Something to ask me?”

He sighed but nervously smiled, “Not to impose, but… I was wondering if you wanted to… go with me? To the wedding. I know it’s last minute and all, but I would really like you to go… with me.”

You giggled at his shy question, “I’d love to go with you, Tom. It sounds like fun.”

There was a relief in the air for Tom, not thinking you would accept so quickly and with an assuring smile.

“ Really?” He still asked.

“I don’t know why you assume the worst of me. Maybe being your wedding date will change that. Weddings always give people a bit of optimism” You chuckled, tilting your head at his shy expression.

A light chuckle left his lips, “Remember, optimism isn’t my thing. Then our personality equal us out.” He joked.

“Exactly why I’m the perfect wedding date. I make the conversations and you hold your drink and nod. It’ll be adorable.” You grinned back as heat radiated from your cheeks.

Tom can’t hold back his smile once you look out the window. His eyes traced your jaw then up your perfect cheekbones, trailing to your eyes as the streetlight reflected off the irises. He feels that moment again where he could confess everything he felt for you right there in front of everyone at the pizza place, a small amount of courage whispering in his ear to do it. Just to say it out loud.

“Here’s your complimentary garlic bread, love birds.” Harrison interrupted as he placed the plastic basket on the center of the table.

“Thank you for your incredible service.” You jeered at the cheeky blonde.

Tom laughed off his sudden thought, nodding at Harrison before you two started talking about the wedding plan since you were going now. The rest of the night was hanging out and eating together, talking about the future with classic rock playing over the old speakers in the restaurant.

There was a coziness that radiated the more you were vulnerable, even showing through being more relaxed while sitting in the booths. You felt like you could tell him anything and for once not have to think twice about what you revealed or said. No one could compare to Tom and you wish you could tell him that. 

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A breeze brushed past your face as you waited outside your apartment with your bags. You were sat on the front step, waiting for the two boys to pick you up on this nice summer day. Tempted to text them for a time of arrival, the door opened behind you and you glanced up to see Lillian.

“I went through the back only for your roommates to tell me you’re already waiting outside. I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks.” She jeered as she sat next to you on the stoop.

You sighed, “Sorry, I’ve been hanging out with Tom.”

She chuckled, “Of course. I’m not surprised. It’s been this way ever since you ditched me at the party-”

“I didn’t mean to di-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Lillian giggled, putting her hand on top of your knee, “I know you really like him.”

“I don’t… like him that much.”

“I can’t remember the last time someone could actually get your attention away from books or studying so, I like to call it fate that you met at the party.” She teased and scrunched her nose.

You rolled her eyes before turning your head, seeing the car come down the street and you quickly stand up. As you brush off the back of your pants, Lillian picks up one of your bags and the two of you slowly walk up to the curb. Once the car stopped, the two boys got out and Tom immediately greets you with his pearly smile.

“Hey Tom, Harrison,  this is my friend, Lillian.” You introduced them, gesturing your head.

“Hey there.” She greeted both of them, moving her hair behind her shoulders, “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

“We promise.” Tom grinned, lowly chuckling before he took your bag she gave to him.

After giving a goodbye hug Lillian, you slid into the backseat of the car. You sat on the left side so you could sit diagonally from Tom’s view, already creating terribly awkward scenarios in your head for what this two hour drive may be like.

What if we don’t talk at all? What if I’m in over my head? What if this isn’t real or what I thought? What if this whole trip was going to be a big mistake?

Tom was pondering the same, but he tried his best not to doubt his own feelings. Especially after the, what Harrison would call, pep talk he gave him on the way to your building. Nevertheless, it made Tom especially when he already knew he was being incredibly shy, but knew Harrison meant well.

“Alright so, I found out Cami Bernet was coming and I wanted to stay in her room so… It’s just the two of you sharing the hotel room, yeah?” Harrison announced, making you and Tom share a sudden glance.

“I don’t mind…” You trailed, your eyes shifting.

“Yeah, no problem.” Tom quickly added.

Harrison smiled at your reactions, “Don’t worry, there’s one bed and a pull out couch.”

Tom’s face beamed a light pink, making him turn his head toward the window. But, you did the same by turning your face to see the street passing by as you were leaving town. Harrison couldn’t help but smirk to himself at how antagonizing he could be yet trying to be a perfect matchmaker.

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Toward the end of the drive, you laid down in the backseat wearing the cozy hoodie Tom stuffed in his backpack. With your head sunk into your pillow and your legs curled up, you looked as comfortable as someone could on a road trip. A few times, Tom glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were okay when there was a sudden bump in the road, but you also looked cute nuzzling your face into your pillow. 

Once you arrived to the hotel, you stirred in your daze as Harrison pulled in front of the huge front doors. Two valets walked up to the car, one on Harrison’s side then another by the trunk. As Tom got out, he quickly opened the back door and lightly shook your leg.

“Hey Y/N, we’re here.” He softly spoke, giving his hand for you to hold.

You blinked a few times, but lazily smiled as you wrapped your hand around his and pulled yourself up from the comfortable position you lied in. You pulled down your hoodie when you got out of the car, grabbing your bag on the floor while watching the valets take the rest of them to put on a luggage cart.

“Jesus, Tom. What’s in this?” Harrison asked as he gave Tom his duffle.

“A few books, some shoes…” He trailed.

“You brought books to a vacation wedding? How adorable.” Harrison teased him as he gave the valet his keys before entering the hotel doors.

You giggled, “What literary fix did you bring on a two day trip? Romantic novels, I bet.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s just my genre.” Tom chuckled, his eyebrows raised at his comment.

The entrance to the hotel was grand, to say the least. There were two large, revolving glass doors trimmed with gold that entered into the main lobby with renaissance art against the woven wallpaper. Both your heads tilted up toward the ceiling, admiring the pale murals along the lavish lights.

You could only hope to get married at such a beautiful place in the future, and you were pretty optimistic that you would find someone for that to happen.

Harrison faced the two of you walking toward him, noticing the way you glared at Tom and your eyes looking so bright. Although he was still looking at the scenery, your eyes were just on him. It made Harrison smirk, but turn back to the hotel front desk manager.

“Thanks.” Harrison grinned, taking the key card. He turned to Tom, “Here’s your key. Don’t be too loud and rowdy. This is a classy place.” He teased, seeing Tom already turn a tomato red.

You snickered, “Thanks, Harrison. You guys planned doing anything?”

Harrison nodded, “I’m meeting Cami by the pool then we’re gonna go back to her room before the rehearsal dinner. What about you guys?”

“I actually saw on their website that there’s a historical library on the second floor, a bunch of old collections.” You turned, “Tom? Interested?” You asked him with a beaming smile across your face.

Tom glanced at Harrison, who also was smiling, then back at you, “Yeah, of course. Sounds fun.”

“Wow, you guys really know how to get out of your comfort zone. Have fun with that.” Harrison, obviously sarcastic, stated before leaving to meet Cami.

Quickly, the two of you took the large, carpeted staircase on the second floor and followed the signs that directed toward the library. It wasn’t as fancy as the hotel, but it did look pretty old from the traditional style of the room.

You looked up at the high ceiling before heading toward the back shelves of familiar British authors. Although most of these titles triggered him back to all the essays he was paid to do his last year of college, he glared back at you completely mesmerized by the complete collections.

“Look, Williams works. All his romanticism in one set. I bet that’s like a dream to you.” You smiled to yourself, flashing back to your late night ramblings over the phone about literature. You never thought you’d meet anyone with a bigger opinion on themes of romance– and Tom was pretty convincing in his arguments. Truly adorable when you he went on his tangents, just wanting to listen to his soft voice all day.

Tom traced his fingers along the spines of the books before selecting one to read. He breezed through the pages, noticing the pictures within the text before he glanced up and didn’t see you straight on.

“Y/N?” 

“Over here!” Your voice echoed.

He followed the sound of your tone then seeing you sitting in a comfortable nook that overlooked the beach and pool area.

“I found the best seat in the house.” You jeered, pulling your legs to your chest with your back against the wall of the nook.

Tom joined you, sitting down on the cushion within the space and facing you from the opposite side. The natural sunlight came through the window beautifully, so much so that he was already in the reading mood.

You grin, “I bet a bunch of writers came here and just wrote their hearts out.” You said as you looked out to the calm ocean.

“Or where a lot of people hid from their brides.” Tom jeered.

You rolled your eyes, then crawled over to his side. You instantly curled up next to him, your head against his chest as the two of you glanced at the page of the book together. Tom didn’t expect you to get so close, but he wasn’t complaining. 

Within that time, you learned that Tom is the fast reader between you two. Dorky enough, you were a bit envious of that. Everytime he tried to turn the page to tease you, you’d quickly put your hand up to stop him and plea that he stop moving his eyes so fast. 

About thirty pages in, Tom hadn’t realized he was flying through the pages with how in depth he was of the text. He turned his head and saw you fell asleep, smiling down at you and not knowing the short car ride really tired you out. He didn’t move though, he wouldn’t dare to with how peaceful you appeared. He chuckled at your light breaths, napping against him with your hand at the center of his chest.

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A few minutes later, you woke up in Tom’s arms and almost sprung up from the embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I passed out.” You chuckled, lifting out of his arms.

“No, it’s okay. I was just reading away.” He shrugged, showing that boyish smile that made your heart race.

The two of you came to the conclusion that you were starved, so you thought of the only bougie thing to do on a wedding weekend– ordering room service. Giddy and smiling, both of you went one of the three huge elevators in the hall and headed to the eleventh floor.

When you entered your room, your luggage was lined up by the door. Neither of you wanted to gawk, but it was probably one of the more fancier places either of you stayed in your lives.

There was a deep tub in the bathroom and robes hanging on the door as well as a king-size bed with an incredible ocean view and balcony. The sofa was in the corner with the mini-fridge next to it, making you curious as to what else they could offer.

“Do you think if we take from here Harrison will kill us?” You asked Tom, opening the small fridge door.

“Kill, no. Strangle? Maybe.”

You giggled, but saw a few sodas and healthy snacks. As you checked out the selection, Tom walked back to the bathroom and turned on the light. His eyes widened to a bottle of champagne on ice set on the counter. There was a tiny card next to the bucket that said: Happy Wedding Everyone! From us, to you! XO The Bride and Groom.

Holy shit, how much was Steven paying for this. Tom thought.

“Wow, that’s for us?” You asked peaking from the doorway.

“I say that we toast. It only seems right.” Tom trailed as he checked the label on the bottle.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as awkward of a night as the two of you dread. Thank God.

Tom already popped the cork, making you hurry back with a bit of a pout on your lip.

“Well, couldn’t find wine glasses but I did find hotel coffee mugs. Much more sophisticated.”

After pouring both cups at least half, the two of you sat on the balcony to admire the scene. The view from your hotel room was beautiful, as if it was a green screen. The sun perfectly setting below the shorelines and the winds blowing the tall grass in the dunes. It reminded you both that it was the summertime; a period of time to relax and destress from the fast pace environment of school and warm up from the previous harsh winters.

There was a freedom in the air, almost confusing from how much time you suddenly had.

“This is definitely the kind of view I want for my wedding.” You trailed, a bit mesmerized.

Tom nodded, “Really?”

“Yeah. A beach wedding is romantic… well, until it gets windy, but I know I’ll get my planning down.” You said before turning to him, “Where do you want to get married?”

His heart skipped a beat, “I’ve never thought about it.”

You scoffed, “Never?”

He nodded, “Never ever. My dad sort of said that it’s what the woman does and the man just nods and agrees.”

“God, your dad sounds like a joy… No offense.” You quickly corrected yourself.

“He’s always been like that. Then I wonder why they didn’t work out.” Tom tried to humor himself.

Your lips went to the side before saying, “Hey, that’s their issues. It doesn’t fall on you or anything. I personally think they did do a great job at raising their son. He turned out pretty okay.” You grinned, holding your cup with both hands.

Tom smirked, “I can agree with okay.”

When he looked at you, it’s like he had this crush on you for years. He thought for a moment that maybe if he believed in his gut feeling, there could be a chance with you. He couldn’t keep backing out each time he wanted to ask you that simple question.

You wondered the same just a few feet away from him. You didn’t want to think so highly of yourself in his perspective, but the thought of getting over this crush would make you feel nothing but regret.

Something was there. The word for it was unknown at the moment. Ultimately, it was now or never. 

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In the early hours of the day, you and Tom found yourselves in a rush to get ready. As you tried to do your makeup in the bathroom, Tom was in the main room looking in the long mirror while trying to perfect his black tie. He wore a nice navy blue suit with a white button up, feeling like he was playing dress up since he never went to many fancy occasions other than important fraternity meetings.

“How are you doing in there?” You asked him, contorting your face to make sure there were no creases in your concealer.

“I remember why I wear clip-on ties.” He mumbled as he pulled at the end of the tie, but the knot was too crooked by his collar.

As you put down the brush, you grabbed one of your earrings and tried putting it on as you walked out to see where he was at. You saw how he struggled to figure out what shirt to where, seeing the two other unbuttoned ones on the pull-out coach he slept on last night.

“Here, let me try.” You trailed, standing right in front of him so you could align the tie. Tom glanced at you, your eyes focused on the centering as your fingers moved the knot around to get it just right. He gulped with how close you were to him– the last time being when you two had a short make-out before being interrupted. If he kept thinking about it, the more red his cheeks would get and he tried to let his mind go somewhere else.

“There, that’s better. A wedding date has never looked so handsome.” You teased, patting down his tie on top of his shirt. He nervously chuckled, both of you sharing a shy smile before you touched his gelled curls to fix the stray strand of hair by his forehead.

“Now, how do I look?” You asked him, dramatically posing with your hands on your hips. You wore a knee high dress, a pale blue that complimented Tom’s shade of blue where it still matched.

“You look beautiful.” Tom complimented in complete awe.

Heat rose your face, genuinely flustered, “Good, we should probably head down there… before Harrison can think of any comments to throw our way.”

“You’re right.” Tom groaned.

Well, Harrison’s insinuated comments were well in his head anyways so, you two got a few of those before the three of you headed to the wedding venue outside by the beach. Harrison briefly mentioned Cami, not getting into too many details which was for the best (at the moment). 

The three of you took your white fold-out seats toward the middle of the left side, Tom and Harrison pointing out Steven’s family in the front row. You picked up the pamphlet that sat on the chair, the cover showing a professionally taken picture of the couple.

Smiling, you read through the brief summary of the ceremony and Tom kept giving you short glares. He really couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked, especially in the warm sun and beautiful setting around you all.

Once everyone gathered, the wedding started and eventually everyone stood up for the bride’s entrance. You saw her already tearing up, almost making you want to shed tears as well, but you held it together. It was nice to see this woman so happy and you didn’t even know her– you just knew she was happy.

All went well and thorough, everyone awing at the ring bearer and flower girls, but then the vows came and there was nothing but silence.

“I promise to love you today as much as I did yesterday, as much as I will tomorrow and years to come.”

Both you and Tom got shivers up your spine, relating those words. You glance down at Tom’s hand resting between his legs, watching him pick at his nails, and you carefully placed your hand on top of his wrist. He didn’t even realize he was doing it, a shy smile to show his bit of embarrassment. You quietly giggled, squeezing his hand before bringing your hand back to your own lap.

Tom let out a shaky sigh, gulping and thinking his tie was now strangling his throat.

The ceremony would end in a beautiful kiss before the bride and groom left back down the aisle. Everyone slowly moved over to the reception which was only a few feet away under a huge white tent. The cake was set as well as the food and free bar, everyone, including Tom, able to loosen their ties and even take off their shoes to dance.

“That was really nice. Anything like you want at your non-thought of wedding?” You jeered at Tom, walking next to him.

He nodded, “I took a few mental notes. But, my eyes may have been concentrating too much at what color pink the bridesmaid dresses were.” 

“I was thinking between a light flamingo or cotton candy.” You scrunched your nose.

With booze and food being passed around, all the wedding guests were having a great time. With the sun set and the fairy lights beaming around the tent, everyone was having fun and embracing the bride and groom’s special day. Their first dance together was sweet, applauded and wooed before the real party started. 

Hooked on A Feeling by Blue Swede began mid-verse, making everyone laugh at how random the song was. People linked together, swinging back and forth with happiness painted on every face.

“Do you want to dance?” You asked Tom, getting up from your seat and giving your hand out to him.

He nodded, “I’m good right now.”

“C’mon. One dance.” You pouted, “Don’t leave me hanging here.”

“Maybe later.” Tom chuckled, turning a bit pink. 

That was one thing he forgot before the trip– how to dance with rhythm in his step.

“I’ll warm you up and maybe makeTom realize he’s missing out.” Harrison jeered, stepping in to take your hand.

Tom dazed in pure awe of you sway back and forth with Harrison. He wasn’t envious, confident knowing that his bestfriend wouldn’t do that to him, but just being able to see you gracefully dance was like seeing an floating angel glide on clouds. Harrison spun you a few times, throwing your hand back in laughter just from the positive atmosphere.

A minute or two passed in the song, and Tom leaned his arm on the back of his seat, grinning at your smile, but you suddenly made eye contact across the room.

He blushed as you and Harrison walked back over, hoping he wouldn’t be making a fool of himself.

“It’s your turn.” You smiled, taking his hand and Tom got out of his seat. Harrison purposely cheered for both of you loudly, making a scene to tease Tom, but he was happy that Tom was happy. Brown Eyed Girl started playing when you both planted your feet and instantly grooved to the fast beat. Sure, the songs were kind-of cheesy, but it’s expected at a wedding and all you could do was embrace it.

You two merged into the dancing crowd, everyone happy and spinning around as well as kids jumping around between their parents. You wrapped your arms around Tom’s neck, both of you moving and swaying and people passed by singing some of the lyrics. Even Steven and his bride cut in, making everyone cheer for them and laugh.

Once the night calmed down, with kids and older folks heading to their rooms, slower songs played for the guests still enjoying their time. As nice of a night it was, you looked out at the beach from afar and Tom was nursing his drink next to you.

“Do you want to… go see if we can sit on the beach?” You hesitantly asked, wondering if it was cheesy.

Tom nodded, “Sure. Yeah.” He half-smiled.

You both walked together from the wedding tent, heading down the unlit path. Tom grabbed one of the folded blankets displayed in a bin for people who wanted to sit on the beach any time of the day. 

As you two got closer to the beach, Tom couldn’t help but notice everything going on. The moonlight, the leftover pink petals and rice in the sand, even dolphins fins going by within the waves.

No one could make this up as the most perfect moment to ask someone out. Tom cracked his knuckles, the two of you listening to the crash of the waves against the shore, before he stuttered out his words.

“D-Did you have fun tonight?” He shyly asked, not looking at you.

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun. I’m glad you invited me…” You trailed.

Okay, this was the moment. Tom thought, This is when you tell her.

He gulped, but you spoke before him.

“Are you okay?” You furrowed your brow.

Tom cleared his throat, “Yeah! Yeah, I just… I want to tell you something.”

You giggled at his sudden shyness, getting closer to him, “What’s going on?” You grinned, but a bit concerned. You couldn’t gauge if his tone was happy or upset.

He didn’t want to take a completely dramatic pause, but there wasn’t enough air in the world for his lungs to feel like they were working. His tongue felt dry, his skin felt cold, holding his breath until it just all slipped out.

“I really like you and… I haven’t been able to figure out how to say it. I read these books about love and what it is but, I couldn’t think of anything to say for shit.” Tom chuckled, his neck and cheeks heated, “But, now I know that I want to be with you and I’ve known that ever since you came into my life wearing some caution tape and gave you my hoodie… I think that you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

He couldn’t believe he admitted it out loud, feeling a bit faint from letting it all out at once.

You chuckled in relief, “I like you too, Tom. We’ve spent so much time together and you’re so fun to be with that I’ve been tripping over myself wondering if you felt the same.” You thought your heart was in your throat and butterflies bursted in your stomach, “I didn’t want to be that weird girl who just thinks she’s in love with the cute guy at the bookstore she spends too much time at during the day.” 

Tom gulped, surprised by your response, but he had to catch his breath again when your eyes met again. The moment was still a bit awkward, not knowing what to say next, but you bite your bottom lip, “I think this is the part in books and movies where we kiss and ride into the sunrise on your beautiful steed.” 

He cracked a smile and leaned in, his hand against your cheek before your lips met. You would be lying if you said you weren’t dying for this kiss to happen. Like that end at any sappy romance novel you read for pleasure, they always ended in these kind of passionate and satisfying kisses. Although you didn’t think those type of scenarios were real, this was enough to make you start believing.

*✭˚·ﾟ✧*·ﾟ*✭˚·ﾟ✧*·ﾟ* 

Your eyes fluttered open, surprised by the sound of the waves still crashing onto the shore and salty but gentle breeze brushing across your face. You two must have fallen asleep from how tired the night made you between the dancing and drinking, but you weren’t complaining instead smiling at the coincidence.

A few moments later, Tom would stir from his sleep. He didn’t believe how loud and close the waves were, but his eyes fluttered open to you sat up and looking out at dawn. The wedding arch still stood between the soft sand of the beach, both of you watching the glowing sunset begin its descent under the horizon. 

Another cold breeze set the relaxed mood even more as you two sat there admiring the start of the morning. Tom stretched his back, both of you comfortable with the silence between you two. Feeling refreshed and happy, you turned your head to Tom and the orange light made his brown eyes shine.

“Yesterday happened, right? It wasn’t just an amazing dream I had.” Tom joked, turning to smile at you.

“Truly real. Nothing fictional about it.” You smiled.

Tom placed his hand on your cheek, cupping your skin softly before placing his lips on yours. Your smile faded as your noses brushed together, your heart fluttering as you paced your sweet kiss. It was your happy ending that no book could write.

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Chapter 6: The Mean Girl

Synopsis: Time for the big playoffs game!

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You pace back and forth in your room, biting your nails and unable to peel your eyes off of that damn jersey. The realization that you and Tom are just a hair short from being official is finally dawning on you. You don’t know how to be a girlfriend. You’ve never done it before!

At last, you’ve let yourself believe that Tom truly likes you exactly how you are, but the urge to put in extra effort into how you look is becoming overbearing. You groan loudly as you throw yourself on your bed. A few minutes pass by when you get the bright idea to text Gen and the rest of her small group.

A few more minutes go by until you can actually think of what to say. Even through text messages, talking to people can be so nerve wracking for you. But this has to be done. You contemplate on what to say, trying your best not to sound like you’ve been deprived of socialization your whole life. Finally, you just settle for—

Y/n: Hey!

G: Heyy Y/n! What’s up?

Y/n: Do you think I can get ready with you guys? Tom is letting me wear his jersey and I just wanna look… nice

Y/n: Nvm that was a weird thing to ask. Sorry!

You throw your phone to the side before slamming your face into a pillow and letting out a muffled scream. “God, why do you have to be so awkward?” You curse yourself out loud.

You take another peek at your phone to see if they at least gave you a pity reply, but no notifications were shown. Great. Just as you were about to give up on the idea of looking good at the game, you jump when you hear rapid knocks at your door.

You shuffle over to the door and slowly crack it open. Based off the intensity of the knocks, you’re partly expecting a huge, burly man to be standing there with duct tape and zip ties in hand. To your surprise, it’s actually Gen. Behind her stand Hayden, Willow, and Nova, all of them with various kinds of makeup, hair care, and skin care products. They heave heavily, Willow even taking a deep puff from her inhaler.

“Uh, hi.” You mutter.

Gen smiles and weakly pushed past you, allowing herself into your dorm room. “Sorry we took so long.” She says, “We came right away when we saw your text.”

You snicker, “It’s okay. Fifteen seconds isn’t too bad.”

The rest of the group takes her lead and files right in. You can’t resist the smile that creeps onto your lips as you realize this must be what it’s like to have friends. Real friends. Not people who only talk to you because you have a class together.

“You have to tell us EVERYTHING.” Nova gushes. “I can’t believe Holland finally made a move.”

“And he pulled the hottest person on campus!” Hayden adds as they bring you into a tight hug and sway you back and forth.

You chuckle as you pat them on the back, momentarily forgetting just how awkward you are when it comes to physical contact. Tom and his damn charm have tricked you into thinking you can tolerate it now, but turns out you’re just use to his touch— not that you mind.

“We’re not exactly official yet, you guys.” You remind them.

They all look between one another, each sharing the exact same expression. As if it were some sort of telepathic communication between everyone but you, they let out a loud “Pfft!” in nearly perfect unison.

One of them ushers you towards your vanity and sits you down, their hands immediately going to your hair. “So I think it would look really cute if we braided the front parts of your hair and then pin them back.”

“Really? I was thinking we pick it all up into a messy clip with a soft glam look.”

As one voice begins to overlap the other, you smile to yourself and relax. A guy has finally reciprocated your feelings for him, your grades are still better than ever, and you now have a genuine group of friends. Everything seems to be falling into place for you.

Meanwhile, Tom is also smiling to himself as he finishes lacing up his cleats. You’ve been on his mind since he left your dorm.

“So she said yes?” He hears Harrison’s voice from above him.

Tom snaps out of his thoughts, “What’d you say?”

“Y/n.” Harrison clarifies, grunting as he takes a seat on the ground next to Tom, “You’ve been smiling since you’ve gotten here like a lovesick div. So I’m assuming you finally confessed your love and are currently living happily ever after.”

The pink tint simmers into Tom’s cheekbones as he thinks about the mini make out session he had with you just moments before arriving at practice. “Yeah. Almost there, mate.” Tom responds. He’s never been one to kiss and tell.

Harrison smiles and grabs a hold of one of Tom’s shoulders, “Happy for you, bro.”

“What’s this I hear? Holland got himself a little girlfriend?!” Their teammate chimes in, having heard part of their conversation while passing by.

Another one of their teammates joins in by whistling, “Damn Tom. You actually snagged that hot, smart chick you brought to practice?”

“She has a name.” He corrects them, trying not to sound too defensive.

The immature group of boys let out a chorus of “oohs” while playfully shoving Tom around and pinching his cheeks. They pucker their lips and begin making kissing noises, inevitably sending the poor Brit into a fit of embarrassed laughter. He wants to be upset with the way some of the guys refer to you, and just women in general, but he’ll save that for another day. Right now, he’s still too overjoyed at the thought of seeing you in his jersey. Such a simple, juvenile notion, but Tom is too head over heels to care.

“Okay we won’t call her ‘hot nerdy chick’ anymore. What’s her name for real, bro?”

“It’s—”

“It’s Y/n. Right?” …Jamie.

Tom makes eye contact with her, and she’s furious. Her lips are knitted tightly with raised eyebrows as she pokes her hip out and crosses her arms over her chest. Tom gulps, suddenly hesitant to blab on and on about you. He’s in no way afraid to show you off. It’s just that Jamie is one to cause a scene, and Tom doesn’t want to let anything dampen his good mood. Especially before the game.

He nods his head cautiously, “Yeah. Y/n and I are, uh, unofficially official I guess you can say.”

“Wonderful.” Jamie scoffs unsubtly.

“Yeah it is wonderful, J. Thank you.” Tom answers just as passive aggressively.

Some of the boys on the team snicker at the obvious tension, almost all of them knowing Jamie had her claim on Tom for a long time now. Luckily, the coach blows his whistle, rounding up the team like cattle. Harrison chuckles, “I hope Y/n knows how to fight.”

Tom furrows his brows before giving his best friend’s shoulder a nice warning punch. He tries to follow everyone to the team huddle, but of course, he’s being held back by a small hand on his arm. Tom doesn’t need to look to know it’s Jamie, who is probably about to rip him a new one like the psycho she is. However, much to his surprise, her face is soft and concerned as opposed to her angry demeanor only seconds ago. Instantly, his fight or flight instincts ease up. Being the kind person he is, he decides to give her the time of day.

“What is it now?”

“I’m just worried for you, Tommy. That’s all.”

Tom closes his eyes momentarily, trying to keep his composure, and takes a deep breath. He gently pulls his arm from her grip before taking a step back, creating a respectful distance. “What is there to worry about?” He asks. “Y/n has never done anything to anyone.”

“No, I know that! Trust me, she’s a total sweetheart.” She giggles tensely. “It’s just that… I know she’s not used to getting much attention from guys, and let’s face it, anyone with a functioning pair of eyeballs can tell she has a thing for Harry Osborn—”

Tom seethes at the mere mention of his name, jealousy getting the best of him. “What does he have to do with any of this?”

“I’m getting there! Word on the street is Harry’s gonna make a move on Y/n tonight. I just don’t want to see you get hurt when the guy of her dreams finally gives her the attention she’s been craving.” Jamie huffs.

‘The guy of her dreams?’ Tom thinks to himself. From the way you’ve described Harry, it always sounded like a small, innocent crush. What if you’re only settling for him because Harry is too busy sleeping with all the freshman? Tom physically shudders. ‘What did she ever see in him? Would she really leave me for him though?’

His thoughts are interrupted by that same grating voice. “You still there, Tommy?”

“Yeah.” Tom’s voice is hoarse. “I don’t need you to worry about me or Y/n. We’re going to be just fine.”

“Are you sure?”

There’s a beat. A pause. Just like it’s been for the past couple of weeks, Tom isn’t sure again. Now there’s so much to think about. So many details to overanalyze. So many things that could possibly happen. Tom is not sure at all now, but still he says—

“I’m positive.”

With that, he turns around to join his teammates.

Jamie is only a few steps behind him with a confident strut and a smirk on her lips. She has a plan, and it’s been in motion since this morning. The deceivingly harmless strawberry blonde is going to get what she wants, one way or another. And she couldn’t care less who goes down in the process.

“Are you guys sure the eyeliner isn’t too much?” You question your friends one last time.

“Noo!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Not at all.”

You sigh and close the camera app on your phone. Currently, you’re riding in Willow’s car along with the others. You feel bad for the amount of times they’ve had to reassure you tonight, but you can’t help feeling a little out of place. You have to admit, you do look incredible. However, between the falsies and the “subtle” glittery eyeshadow, you almost feel like an imposter. What if Tom doesn’t even like you with makeup on? Or worse— he does.

Your anxious overthinking has no choice but to move to the background of your mind as Willow successfully finds a place to park in the crowded parking lot. You all shuffle out of the car one by one as a sudden rush of excitement vibrates through your bones. This is the first time you’ve gone to a school function that wasn’t mandatory.

“Let’s put some pep in our step, ladies and non-lady.” Nova says, “We have to hurry, if we want good seats!”

You could just scream as happiness bubbles in your stomach. Despite how out of place you may feel while hanging out with this crowd and wearing the star player’s jersey, you let yourself have hope and let your guard down— something Tom has taught you how to do unintentionally. Gen and Hayden link their arms with yours as you all begin to make your way through the sea of people.

You’re reminded just how popular Gen and the others are as it quickly became apparent why Nova wanted to hurry inside. You all were barely able to set one foot onto the premises before being bombarded by what seemed like every single person on campus. In such a short amount of time, you were briefly introduced to lab partners, girls from the volleyball team, old roommates, weird dudes from high school, and somehow your university’s mascot. You huff and briskly tap your foot against the ground, growing more and more anxious the longer it takes to reach the bleachers. The accustomed feeling of being invisible creeps back into your mind. Not a single person that has walked up to your group paid you more than a simple “hi” or a judgemental glance up and down.

Your heartbeat begins to thump louder than the overlapping conversations of everyone around you. “Hey, I’m going to use the restroom really quick.” You lean over and whisper to Gen.

“Okay, I can come with you.” She smiles.

“No, no. It’s okay, it’s just right there.” You insist.

Gen looks at the distance between the restrooms and where they’ve stopped for the time being. Her gaze turns back over to you with raised brows.

“I’ll be quick.” You have to further reassure her.

“Fine. Just be careful! Holland will murder us if you get kidnapped.”

You offer the best chuckle you can, but your vision is becoming blurry and everyone’s voices are muffled. Your mouth runs dry as you make a beeline for the restrooms. Having panic attacks when you’re around a lot of people isn’t anything new to you, so you know the drill. “Just breathe. Just breathe.”

Instead of entering the restrooms, you find a somewhat secluded spot near them and double over. “Okay. Okay I c-can see, uh, my shoes. Bright lights. The concession stand. Our school colors. And um, my hands. Sure.”

You begin to pace back and forth, trying your best not to look crazy. “Come on, four things I can hear. Um my breathing, the marching band, someone laughing, and people cheering.”

Although your breathing has become a little more steady, the pounding sensation in your head is something you can’t ignore. Still, you continue, “Three things I can feel… my clothes. Um, t-the wind. God, it’s so windy…”

Your speech becomes slurred as you start to feel weak in the knees. You pinch the bridge of your nose and squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that it’ll help you power through. The world suddenly begins to spin faster as a big gust of wind blows through, essentially knocking you off your already unbalanced feet. You quickly mentally prepare for your body to become acquainted with the hard, disgusting ground. However, what you feel instead are a pair of arms underneath your armpits, catching you in a trust fall style.

“Woah! You’re lucky I made it to you in time. You were about to eat dirt, literally.”

You recognize the voice, but you’re still too much in a daze to properly react. He helps you get stable, holding onto your hips until you stop wobbling. “Thanks, Harry.”

“No problem. Here, you can have my water.” He offers.

Your eyes meet his and you smile thankfully, grabbing the water bottle from him and taking a few big gulps.

Harry carries on with the small talk, “So I see you’re here for Holland.” You follow his finger and realize he’s referring to the earth shattering soccer jersey clinging to your torso.

“Yeah. He.. uh, he- well we are uh… yeah I’m here for Tom.” You stutter, but not because Harry is making you nervous. You just don’t want to be the first one to say you and Tom are exclusive.

Harry nods curtly and sucks his teeth, “Man that’s too bad because I always thought you were kinda cute. Happy for you guys though.”

You’re immediately confused. No, dumbfounded. NO, you’re actually flabbergasted by the words that just came out of his mouth. You rack your brain thinking of what interaction the two of you could’ve possibly had to make him think you’re cute. He’s never paid attention to you long enough to really conclude that. Even when he kissed you in high school, you could tell his mind was somewhere else. What’s confusing you the most, however, is why he decided to tell you now. You thought him and Tom were friends, and that’s definitely not something you say to your friend’s almost girlfriend.

“What-”

“Y/n, there you are! Is… everything okay?” Gen trots over to you and Harry, looking between you two suspiciously.

It’s hard to pull your gaze away from him, but not for your usual reasons. This is the first time you’ve seen him without rose colored glasses— your first glimpse of how he masks such toxicity with charisma. ‘What did I ever see in him?’ You think to yourself.

“Peachy.”

“Never better.”

You both answer as you still stare at him in bewilderment. Harry stands there with a deceivingly warm grin.

Gen chuckles awkwardly, “O-kay. Well the girls found a seat, so we should go.” She tugs on your arm.

“Mind if I tag along with you guys for a little while? My buddies definitely aren’t here yet.” Harry interjects.

“Where are they?” She asks him.

“They’re still setting up for the party.”

Gen nods, “Oh. Well then of course. The more the merrier.”

Tom stands on his tiptoes as if that’ll give him a better view of the crowd. Harrison let’s out a hearty chuckle at the sight of his best friend resembling a young boy looking for his parents in the crowd at his first recital. “She’ll show up soon, Thomas.” Harrison reminds him.

“But when?!” Tom exclaims, not caring that he now looks and sounds like a small child. “Look. There’s Nova, Willow, and Hayden, but no Y/n.”

“Also, no Gen.” Harrison points out his missing girlfriend. “Maybe they just stopped at the concession.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m still gonna keep an eye out though.” He insists, continuing to hold a strong gaze on the stands.

For multiple reasons, tonight is nerve racking for Tom. If the team wins, they get into the playoffs and everyone is counting on him to get them there. Not only is it an important game, it’s the first game you’re ever gonna see him play in. Although he might not show it all the time, you already make him nervous enough! There’s just something about your captivating eyes and gorgeous smile that could make Tom melt right into his shoes. He’ll have hundreds of people cheering him on tonight, but he only cares about one.

He scans every face and his eyes dart between every entrance until finally he sees Gen. Tom perks up and his heart is racing. He’s gonna explode. He’s going to absolutely explode if he has to wait a second longer to see… you.

“Wow.” He mumbles to himself as you make your grand appearance. You look just as he thought you would. Beautiful. His entire face and the tip of his ears burn bright red with adoration. He wishes he could leave kisses all over your face right in that moment.

Tom watches in awe as you look around nervously. He can tell you’re trying your best to be more social. A part of him is so proud to see you with Gen because he didn’t set that up for you this time. He’s glad that his “tutoring” has paid off just as much as yours has.

He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “Hey! Y/n!”

You look down at the field, knowing there’s not a chance anyone in the stands would be calling your name. You scan the green turf and all you can see are players wearing the same colored jersey as you.

“Over here! To your right!”

You can barely hear him, but still your eyes slowly shift to your right. Sure enough, there’s Tom completely alone off to the side. He jumps up and down and waves his arms with the biggest grin on his face. You giggle at his antics, yet you find yourself mirroring him exactly. The both of you act as if you didn’t see each other earlier this morning. You excitedly point to his number plastered on your stomach and back, along with his last name. You understand that wearing his jersey is a big deal to him.

Tom laughs to himself. He knows full and well he’s drawn the attention of half the people in the crowd, but right now, all he can focus on is you. He cups his hands around his mouth one more time to shout—

“…Beautiful!”

You weren’t sure if he yelled a full sentence or not, the voices around you beginning to grow louder and louder. Still, you heard the important part. You blush madly and place a hand over your swelling heart. Almost completely in sync, Tom does the same. When did you become so crazy about him?

“Sorry guys! I got stopped by one of my professors. Something about 10 missing assignments.” Harry explains himself as he catches up to you and Gen. He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it slightly. “Maybe I can be your next study buddy, yeah?” You can feel your skin screaming for help as he then rubs up and down your arm. Of course, you’re too nice to say anything about it so instead you subtly try shrugging him off.

The moment shared between you and Tom was short lived. He witnessed the whole thing, feeling an empty pit growing in his stomach. He tried his best not to let Jamie’s words get to him, but seeing that asshole with his hand on you makes all of his previous worries return. Tom’s too far away to read your body language, let alone see your facial expressions. This only makes him more anxious. He starts to worry he didn’t make his feelings clear enough back at your dorm. Although he’s not quite sure how you can misinterpret “Y/n, I’ve liked you for a really long time now”.

You offer Tom a small wave before joining the others on the bleachers. He waves back, hoping you can’t see the change in his facial expression from where you are.

Soon after this encounter, the game began and the team wasn’t off to a very good start. They were missing passes, missing goals, and there have already been 2 fights that nearly broke out. You don’t know anything about soccer. You only know as much as Tom has told you, which is very little. However, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that 5-0 is not ideal.

“Oh…OH! WHOO!” You cheer.

“No, Y/n. That’s not a good thing.” Nova grumbles.

You look at her in confusion and then back down to the scene on the field. “What? Why? Tom pushed him out of the way and got the ball.”

“Pushing isn’t exactly allowed.” Gen explains, “See the ref raising a yellow card now? That means Tom just got a warning and he’s benched for a few minutes.”

Your slump shoulders, still not completely understanding how some pushing is allowed and some pushing isn’t. You watch Tom stomp over to the bench while running furious hands through his hair. This is a sharp contrast to the sweet, happy Tom you’re always witnessing.

He sits down and groans, angrily knocking a water bottle that was near him to the ground. Jamie, who was already on the bench, slides closer to him. “That was such a bullshit call.”

“No, it wasn’t. I shoved him.” Tom admits. “And did you see me miss that goal earlier? God, I’m playing like absolute shit today. Of course, this would be the first game Y/n gets to see.”

Tom squeezes his eyes shut as he anxiously bounces his leg up and down. Jamie rolls her eyes and looks back at the crowd. She can’t help but scoff when she spots you, watching from the crowd with confusion etched in your features as Gen tries explaining the game to you.

“Something tells me she wouldn’t know the difference.” She mutters.

For a brief moment, she makes eye contact with Harry. No words were exchanged, but everything they needed to say was said.

Jamie turns around and places a comforting hand on Tom’s back. “I’m sure she’s still gonna think you’re amazing, Tommy. I mean, who wouldn’t?” With her free hand, she twirls around a strand of hair.

“It’s more than just that. It’s bad enough that I needed help in class and she had to tutor me. Now suddenly I suck at the one thing I swore I was good at. She’s gonna think I’m pathetic.” Tom seethes.

He’s upset enough that his team is losing, but it’s a different story when they’re losing because of him. Shame fills him and all he wants is to be in your arms, but he can’t even look at you right now because he’s so embarrassed.

“Whatever. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. Sorry.”

“Holland!” The coach yells. “You’re back in. Hurry up!”

Without another word exchanged, Tom runs back onto the field. You clap and cheer for his return, “Yeah, Tom! Whooo!”

From beside you, you can hear Harry chuckle. “I wonder what’s throwing your boyfriend off his game.”

“It’s probably just nerves.” You defend, “Everyone gets nervous.”

Harry scoffs, “Not me.”

You purse your lips and awkwardly nod your head, unsure of how to respond to that. You stare at Harry as if he was a stranger. That’s when you realize that in reality, he is. It doesn’t matter that he remembered your name or that he was your first kiss, you know nothing about him. Annoyance pumps through your veins as you begin to pick up on what he’s trying to do.

“Don’t you think he was a little too close to that Jayden chick down there?” He asks you.

You roll your eyes in response, “You mean Jamie?”

“Same difference.”

This reminder of Jamie takes you back to this morning. Your blood boils as your mind replays the image of her hands all over his arm and her lips dangerously close to his ears. It’s none of your business, but you wished you asked Tom what she whispered to him.

“I’m just saying, it doesn’t seem very boyfriend material of him.”

“Well he’s not exactly my boyfriend yet so…”

A menacing smirk grows on Harry’s lips as he quirks up his brow, “So there’s still a chance for me. Good to know.”

An incredulous laugh escapes your lips as you bask in the irony. Harry’s had a chance for years, and for the first time, you couldn’t care less about him. That’s when your eyes find Tom on the field. His curls are dampened by sweat, causing them to droop down into his face. You’re a good distance away, but you can still see his muscular chest heaving with every deep breath he takes. Your heart swells.

Suddenly, Tom steals the ball from his opponent and you jump to your feet instinctively. He rushes across the field, dodging the other players left and right.

“Go, Tom!”

He can see that he’ll soon be surrounded and blocked by at least three other players, so Tom scoops out his options. Having to decide quickly, he passes the ball with a hard kick to Harrison before smacking into his opponent and tumbling to the ground. Harrison secures the ball, dribbling it the rest of the way down the field before making the teams first goal of the game.

The rest of the crowd joins you on their feet as they cheer, Gen roaring the loudest of all of them.

“What a spectacular way to end the first half of our game with a clean goal made by Osterfield, who had an assist from Holland! Stay tuned to see if these two young men can lead their team to the playoffs tonight.” The commentator booms over the speaker.

After being informed that you can talk to Tom during halftime, you don’t waste a second getting down there. You watch as your friends greet their partners, giggling to yourself as you take in all the matching jerseys. Suddenly, your feet are being lifted off of the ground and the world begins to spin faster than usual.

You let out a shrill laughing yell as you wrap your arms around the neck of who you’re assuming is Tom.

“Oh, am I glad to see you, darling. I feel like it’s been ages.” Tom sighs dramatically.

He sets you back down, but you both remain secured in each other’s arms. “It’s only be a few hours.” You giggle.

“A few too many, in my opinion. Thank you for coming.” He says.

Tom leans over to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which you graciously accept. He smiles like a madman when you pull apart, forgetting all about his frustrations from earlier in the game.

You cup his face in your hands, “No need for thanks. You were doing so great out there! I mean that goal you just made- UGH!”

“Harrison made that goal, darling.”

“Yeah, but you helped him, right? Oh my god, the way you stole the ball! That was AMAZING! How do you even move your feet like that??” You continue to gush.

Without trying, you’ve significantly improved Tom’s mood. Even in his worst moments, you can always see the best in him. The twinkle in your eyes as you talk about him sends warmth throughout his body.

“I know they’re gonna throw the party tonight if we win or not—”

“When we win.” You swiftly correct him.

Tom smiles and decides to throw you a bone, “When we win… but how about we ditch?”

“You wanna ditch the party? Why?”

He shrugs sheepishly, “There’s somewhere else I wanna take you. It’s special.”

Memories from the last time Tom did something special for you flood your mind. You can’t help the giddiness that comes with those thoughts, but you choke it down. There’s nothing more lame than literally squealing at the mere reminder of your first date with Tom.

“I guess I could ditch the party scene for once.” You say sarcastically.

“Thank you so much! I know pulling Y/n L/n away from a total rager is a lot to ask.” Tom matches your level of sarcasm with an obnoxious American accent.

You lean into his chest as you both laugh, and he wraps his arms around your frame. Unknowingly to the both of you, Jamie watches your entire interaction from a distance. Obviously bothered, she rolls her eyes before marching away.

“I was thinking about hitting the concession stand. Those hot dogs look like the perfect amount of gourmet and gas station chic.” You joke, “Do you want anything?”

“Um maybe just a gatorade please.”

“Blue?”

“Red.”

“Weirdo.”

Tom’s jaw drops and he playfully slaps his hand over his heart like he always does. “You show up to one social event on your own and it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

You giggle and lightly shove his shoulder, “So dramatic.”

This time you’re the one to pull him in for a quick peck before making your way to the concession stand. The lines were dreadfully long, seeming like everyone had the same bright idea to come down during halftime. If Tom didn’t request anything, you would’ve said fuck it and went back to your friends. A mediocre hot dog is not worth it. Regardless, you stand there in a long line, happily keeping to yourself and listening to the conversations around you. After a good 15 minutes, you finally purchased your things. You say thank you to the clearly stressed out students running the stand before walking back to the field.

Right as you were about to round the corner and step back onto the field, you bump into someone and drop your hot dog.

“Oh goodness. I’m so sor—”

“Wow! Someone really needs to watch where they’re going.” The voice of Jamie rings in your ears.

Instantly, it becomes clear that this wasn’t an accident. You grip the red gatorade in your hand tightly as adrenaline pumps through your veins.

“You almost stained my jersey, girly.”

“Sorry.” You mutter.

You tried to walk around her without saying another word, but she sidesteps and continues to block your path. “It seems like we’re matching tonight.” She says, referring to Tom’s jersey, “You and Tommy sure are the talk of the town right now.”

“Are we?” You ask, despite knowing you can’t believe anything she says.

“I mean why wouldn’t you guys be? Tom Holland and this random…cute…girl on the honor roll. It’s a match made in heaven.” Jamie smiles widely.

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you. You’re not sure what to say or do next. Nothing seems like a good option, you just know that she’s trying to rope you into some stupid game. You can feel your breath getting shakier, but the last thing you want is to let her know she intimidates you.

You gather yourself before asking, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Funny that you ask!” She exclaims, “I thought I should just come to you, woman to woman.”

“W-What does that mean?” You curse yourself for stuttering.

Jamie purses her glossed lips before taking a step closer to you. She places one of her hands on your shoulder, “I don’t think Tommy has been completely honest with you.”

You scoff and shrug her off of you. One more time, you try to walk away from her, but she blocks you again. “Tom and I have had sex before!”

You pause. A long pause. You look her in the eye and really study her face. As much as you don’t want to admit it, she’s not lying. You can tell. You don’t know whether you should burst into tears or punch her in the face. For the second time tonight, you’re reminded of the day you went on that date with Tom. That same night, he told he’s only been with one girl romantically in high school and one girl sexually last year. She’s telling the truth.

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask lowly. Any louder and your voice will crack.

Jamie sighs, “I just thought I should warn you. He’s a player, Y/n. He might put on the sweet guy act. Always complimenting you, taking you on nice dates, the whole nine yards. But that’s all it is— an act. Tom isn’t afraid to play the long game.”

“You’re lying.” You spit even though you know deep down she’s not.

“Y/n, I’m not lying.”

“How do I know that?!”

“Let me guess. He gave you a big speech right? A really sweet one? He said something like you’re the most gorgeous person to graze the earth. Your voice is his new favorite song. When you walk in a room you’re the only one he sees, the only one he ever wants to see. Or something like that.”

You suck in a sharp breath, begging the tears brimming your eyes not to fall down your cheeks. There’s no way she could’ve guessed all of that. She recited it exactly.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing. I gave in, we hooked up, and then he ghosted me. Why do you think he barely acknowledges me when I’m around?” Jamie finishes.

If your breath wasn’t obviously shaky before then it really is now. Everything was a lie. You spent weeks with Tom, and you knew things were moving sort of fast, but you didn’t care. You trusted him and everything he said. You fell for all the grand gestures. It’s like the wind was knocked out of your lungs. You fell for it. Fell for him.

“Sorry to break it to ya, babes.” Jamie apologizes, “I can take this to Tommy. I’m pretty sure blue is his favorite, but this will do. Take care!” She turns on her heels and she’s gone.

“What the fuck.” You mutter to yourself.

You go through a range of emotion, all of the provoking tears. How could he? After you opened up to him, after you helped him, after you kissed him. You should have known better. How could you be so stupid?

Just as you were about to walk away from the game and most likely all the way back to your dorm, you hear his voice.

“Hey, Y/n! My buddies and I are gonna start pregaming a little early. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna watch Holland—”

“No.” You sniffle. “Let’s go.”

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Another chapter down, only a few more to go! I hope you guys are enjoying, thank you sm for sticking around!!

Sorry about the typos, i’ll fix them later lolz

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[borhapparker]

its totally cool if you’re not comfortable writing this, could you do Tom Holland x fem!reader where reader has struggled with depression and it got worse over quarantine, then one day tom (or one of the boys cuz they were all together during quarantine)finds her overdosed on pills? Could end where she survives or not

yes of course! i just wanted to make a note beforehand that i am no expert in this topic, and i am going to be as sensitive as possible when it comes to exploring this topic. all my knowledge and descriptions come from me watching "euphoria" and its overtly graphic scenes, so please take all my knowledge with a grain of salt.

that being said, i am here for everyone if they ever need anything. i am also struggling with depression and i can sympathize with those going through those rough patches and moments in life. i am here for you if anyone ever needs to talk or needs a friend for whatever reason. (: my inbox is always open!

ps. i will also be posting this piece of writing on my wattpad if anyone wants to share the love on there too (:

warnings: angst, some fluff, will make you squirm, mentions of death/suicide, descriptions of overdosing, lots of mentions of self harm

word count: 1.3k

There was something comforting in knowing you were finally alone. Away from the world, away from breathing, living humans. Away from it all. The bliss of hearing your own breathing, the beating of your heart as you laid down, arms spread out, much like that of a starfish.

But, through the bliss of being alone, there emerged your thoughts. The demons, clawing at you, pulling you into a state of pure pain. Your breath hitched in your throat as they whispered, the words twisting into you like a dagger. Tears pricked at your eyes as you fought them back, burying your face into your pillow.

This past year had been tough. You had friends and a good support system around you. But they didn't know. They didn't know the types of demons you fought every night, every waking moment.

Maybe this was it, this was when you would go. This was your time, time to escape your demons, to finally get rid of the hands clawing at you every day.

Maybe you could finally rest.

The cracking of the door jerked you up from your bed, as you sighed, rubbing your hands against your face. Maybe not today.

"Y/n! Love, we're home!" the familiar face greeted you as you got up, opening your door. "We brought dinner."

His eyes met your tired figure as he smiled, coming to wrap his arms around you as you smiled sadly, his hand rubbing your back.

"Let's eat, baby." you nodded, as the boys all hugged you. "It's your turn to pick a show."

Bringing the food to the living room, you smiled as you picked up the controller, opened up Netflix, and chose Supernatural.

"Finally!" Harrison cheered as he high-fived you, "Winchester boys are back in action."

"What episode did we leave off on?"

You backtracked, checking the current episode, "Season 5, Episode 10."

Harry groaned, "At least we finally get to find out what happens with Lucifer."

Tom laughed as he lightly punched his shoulder, "Let's see if our bets were true."

The night passed like a blur through your eyes, your body leaning into Tom's as his body heat warmed you up. Yet, you did not feel warm. Your body felt cold, as you closed your eyes, trying to rest from the neverending voices haunting you.

You didn't know how long you had been asleep for, as you opened your eyes, feeling Tom's arms wrapped around your waist as his face was nestled into the crook of your neck. Yet, you felt empty. Nothing felt right about where you were, as you slowly slipped out of the bed, heading for the bathroom in the hall.

A sigh shakily slipped your lips as you locked the door behind you, looking up at the mirror, at who supposedly was yourself.

Yet, you didn't recognize the person staring back at you. That person looked dead, dark eyebags under their eyes, lips slightly bruised, and cheeks hollow.

Go away

No one deserves to be with someone that looks like THAT

It's just in the cabinet, grab them, they don't bite

The words spilled from their lips as tears pricked at you, and you shook your head, a silent sob slipping from your lips. "No, I won't do it."

But why? It's not like anyone here would even miss you

C'mon, at least you can finally sleep

Sleep

Sleep. That's all you wanted, was for the voices to go away. The claw marks from their hands were not evident on your skin, yet they always pricked at you. It was hard to ignore them, and even harder now when all you wanted to do was embrace the cold.

All you wanted was to be warm, and peaceful.

Quiet.

Opening the cabinet over you, your eyes grazed over the familiar bottle of pills.

They had been prescribed for pain when you fractured your elbow a couple of months ago. But you didn't need them anymore, the pain was gone after two months. As you opened the bottle, you dropped one pill into your hand.

Then two. Then three.

Then the whole bottle was emptied into your palm.

You brought your palm up to your mouth, dropping them all in as you swallowed them dry, the itchiness in your throat stronger by the minute. Looking back up at your reflection, you suddenly smiled.

Maybe this was all you needed.

Just a little dose.

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Tom woke from the bed, noticing the emptiness beside him. Rubbing his face with his hands, he walked out, finding the boys at the kitchen table, chatting and drinking their respective cups of tea.

"Lads?" they turned to look at him, "Where's Y/n?"

Harrison shrugged, as he gave Tom his cup of tea, Tom only placing it down as an ache in the pit of his stomach grew by the minute.

"Did anyone see her leave?" Sam shook his head as Harry shrugged, staring at his phone.

He walked back into the hallway, noticing the light in the bathroom on. His hand came up to the door and lightly rapped the wood, "Y/n? Darling? You in there?"

Silence emitted from the other side, as Tom's eyebrows furrowed, and he knocked again. Putting his ear to the door, he heard little gasps, slight breathing before nothing.

His eyes widened, as he called for the boys to the door, and he knocked again, this time with more fervor. "Y/n, come on, open up!"

Tom was pulled back by Harrison, as he and Harry kicked the door down, gasps emitting from their lips.

There you were, splayed on the ground, vomit emitting from your lips as your eyes were open, glassy. Tom crouched down, fingers immediately going for a pulse as he couldn't find one, before beginning CPR. Harrison crouched next to him, on the other side, as he tilted his head, stopping Tom. His fingers immediately went into your throat, trying his best to open up your airway as Harry dialed an ambulance, Sam grabbing a cold towel from the kitchen. As Harrison cleared your airway, he motioned for Tom to continue CPR as Sam brought the towel and placed it on your forehead, hoping to cool you down.

Harry ran outside the house, as he flagged down the ambulance, the paramedics began to ask him questions he did not have the answers to. Leading them upstairs, one immediately opened his bag, taking out a vial of a transparent liquid and a needle. The paramedic immediately dropped in front of your body, as he grabbed your arm, plunging the needle filled with the unknown transparent liquid.

"Keep doing that, kid! We gotta go!" the other paramedic immediately grabbed the spine board, pointing at Harrison to pick her up by the shoulders as they slid the board under her body. "Let's go!"

Both paramedics ran outside, carrying her body as the boys followed behind, Tom going in the ambulance as the rest drove Harrison's car, all following the ambulance. The paramedic inside the ambulance took over for Tom and resumed CPR, as Tom held your hand, the warmth now slowly returning.

A gasp emitted from your lips as you opened your eyes, the paramedic smiling down at you before yelling at his partner, "She's awake! Let's go! How far are we?"

"5 minutes!"

"Welcome back," the paramedic smiled, "Stay with us now, okay? Everything is going to be okay."

Turning to your right, you noticed Tom's gaze on you. "T-tom."

"Hey, darling." he gripped your hand. "Stay with me."

At that moment, you realized, there were no voices. The claw marks were gone, and all you heard was silence. You didn't know how long this would last, or how long you would have with this silence. But you welcomed it, like a warm hug on a cold day. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe everything would be better this time around.

Maybe, this was your new beginning.

tags:

@pbnjparker @madmadmilk @websterss @hollandroos @spiderboytotherescue @justapurrcat @ahoefortomholland @darling-parker @darlingparkers @silkscream @silkholland @sunshinehollandd @blissfulparker @boohooiamthefool @softholland @peterprk @tomhollandsblog @thollandsdarling @pvarker @totheblood @sunflowertomholland @slut4holland @gingerparker @darling-im-moonstruck

#ambs writing #tshwritersnet #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagines #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland writing #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x female!reader #tw: overdose #tw: depression #marvel #mcu #peter parker #spiderman

[indyanapolis898]

Away

mcu!peter parker x f!reader

Synopsis: Peter wonders why you didn't come over or answer your phone one night, so he decides to talk it out with you in your room.

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Peter slid the window up quietly, climbing onto the ceiling with grace. Dropping onto the floor, he looked around, seeing the room was void of people- one person in particular. His girlfriend, Y/N L/N, should've been in his room. 

"Y/N?" He whispered. No response. 

He invited you for dinner with him and May, yet, you weren't there. He dropped his suit and changed into a crewneck and jeans. 

"May?"

"Oh! Pete, you're back?" May called out from the other room. Her footsteps approached Peter's door. 

"Yup," he pursed his lips into a smile and nodded. 

"I didn't hear you come in. I must've been deep into the movie I was watching. It's a really good action movie I think you'd like, Pete."

"Yeah, I'll see it with you another time. Uh, did Y/N happen to come here already?"

May furrowed her brows as if she was thinking. "Mmm, no. She was supposed to for dinner, right?"

"Yeah. Maybe something got in the way. I-I'll call her." 

"OK, I'll go start on dinner, though."

Peter shut his door, dialing your number. It rang until it hit your voicemail. That worried the high schooler. You usually answered, especially on a night when you two had plans. Except, that was usually- before the past two weeks. You were becoming late to answering texts and calls, but this was the first time you ditched on plans.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his phone and hands on his lap. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how off you'd been acting. 

Did he do something? Did you do something? 

Maybe he was overthinking. He probably was. 

Peter dialed your number once again, listening to it go to voicemail. He shot you a quick text and decided to let the matter rest until you answered. 

He lay on his bed, phone at his side, waiting for a buzz. He'd occasionally hear one, yet it was usually for some dumb app. 

After ten minutes of lying and thinking, a few knocks were heard at his room door. Peter shot up, hoping it was you. You had just been late, and your phone was dead on the way to his apartment, right?

He groaned and deflated when he saw it was just Aunt May.

"Wow. You're happy to see me," May said facetiously with a chuckle. 

"Sorry," Peter shot a guilty smile. "I was hoping it was Y/N."

"Yeah, that's why I'm knocking. She called me and said she wasn't feeling good. Sorry, hun. Update me on how she feels throughout the week."

"Right," Peter nodded. "I will, thanks, May."

"Dinner's ready if you want it."

"I'm actually not very hungry," Peter looked down to the ground. "I'm gonna sleep... long day at school."

"Yeah, get some sleep, sweetie," May nodded with a knowing look, understanding he was upset about you.

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Spider-Man peered through the window, sticking to the side of your building. He supposed he was being quite creepy, but he desperately wanted to talk to you. 

Your blinds were close except for the kink that had always been there. It was mostly dark in your room except for the faint glow of a phone in your bed. He could see your barely illuminated face.

Peter took a deep breath in and knocked lightly at your window. He could see you look up, slightly startled, until you spotted him at the window. 

You looked upset at the sight, reluctantly sliding out of your bed to your window. You unlocked the window, bringing it up.

"Peter!" You hissed in a quieter voice. "What are you doing here?" Your face was red up close, and it looked like you'd been crying.

"I- I mean, you weren't replying to your phone, and you didn't come over, so I-"

"So you came to my apartment while my parents are home, and you're in your suit!" You whisper-yelled. 

"Well- I- yes," Peter answered in disappointment and shame.

"Peter, you can't be here. Please go."

Peter's heart broke at that. "W-why? I don't get it... I do my best to be a good boyfriend. I thought I did enough?"

You broke down into silent tears. Peter climbed into the room and pulled you into a hug- you embraced it. 

"Please, Y/N/N, tell me what's wrong."

"I just-" You say through tears. "My parents say that you barely spend time with me, and they just talk bad about you, and that hurts. A-and the more I thought about it, the more I realized how busy you always are, and the times you aren't out being Spider-Man, you're thinking about Spider-Man work."

"Oh," Peter breathed out. He pulled his mask off, letting it fall to the floor. 

"I'd never agree with any of the bad things they said about you- it's just so hard to have your family bash your boyfriend. Sometimes I wonder if they know best."

"I don't know what they said... but I promise I can do better because you're right, and they're right. I haven't given you my all."

"Don't get me wrong- being Spider-Man is so important, and what you do is incredible. I just can't continue a relationship with two different people- it's taking a toll on me. And as much as it pains me... if we need to break up so you can continue being Spider-Man full time, then it's for the best," you choked up more tears. "But I don't wanna break up, Peter."

Peter felt his throat close up. "I don't wanna break up either. I can't ever quit being Spider-Man, but I can be a better Peter. You deserve more, and I'm so sorry. Give me one more chance, and I promise I'll make more time for you."

You hug him tighter. "I trust you. I don't ever want to guilt you, Peter. I'm sorry for pulling away over the past few weeks. I guess it's just been a lot on my mind."

"It's ok. I should be sorry. And, Y/N/N, if you ever need to tell me something important, I promise you can."

You nod. "I know. I guess I thought you'd be upset if you thought I was trying to make you quit your work or break up."

"I would never think that. We're strong- we can make things work."

You chuckle, breaking away from his embrace to sit on your bed. "I'm exhausted now, but at least I feel better."

"I'm glad I came here. I should go, though." 

You yawned. "No, don't go. Will you sleep next to me?"

Peter grinned. "What about your parents?" 

"Just sneak out before seven."

"Can do," Peter grinned, slipping under the sheets of your bed- wrapping his arms around you as you both drifted off to sleep, knowing things would be okay.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x fem!reader #mcu peter parker #mcu peter x reader #tom holland #tom holland peter parker #female reader #angst with a happy ending #fanfic #spider man #spiderman #spider-man #x reader #x female reader #peter parker x female reader #marvel mcu #fluff

[fandoms--fluff]

You're Gonna Laugh

Female reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Peter is scared of thunderstorms and doesn't want you to know

Warnings: just a lot of fluff

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You two are right now asleep, well you are. Peter is laying on his back wide awake trying to suppress the feeling of tears away. He has been afraid of thunderstorms ever since he was a little kid. He'd always hide underneath the blankets, humming a song or he would go to Aunt May's room to cuddle with her.

He feels so stupid, no other sixteen-year-old boy is scared and on the verge of tears because of a lousy storm. It's hard for him to not flinch or move, scared that he'd wake you up.

Another blast of thunder erupted from the sky making Peter whimper and hide underneath the comforter. Soon after you woke up to light humming. You looked around the room and realized that your boyfriend was under the comforter making the humming noise.

"Peter? What are you doing?" You asked and went underneath the comforter too. Once you did his humming immediately stopped and he closed his eyes trying to pretend he was sleeping. You just smiled lightly and rolled your eyes. "Pete, what's wrong? I know you're awake" you said and started to lightly twirl strands of his hair between your fingers.

He turned around facing you with a tear-stained face. "Oh, Baby what's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?" You asked. Peter just looked up at you and then nuzzled his head into your chest. "Your gonna laugh at me though" he complained, You looked at him "Bub I'm not going to laugh, I promise. You can tell me".

Peter looked up at you again and mumbled "I'm scared of thunderstorms." If you weren't so close to him you wouldn't have heard. "Baby that's okay a lot of people are scared of them" You soothed and started to play a bit with his hair. "Yeah, Babys and little kids, not teenagers," He said and another crack of lightning and thunder happened. Making him whimper and hug you squeeze your torso even more than he was already.

"Okay Pete, I need to be able to breath" You lightly laughed a bit. He pouted and loosened his grip a little, looking up at you.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay. The storm will go away soon" you said and brought him into your arms, holding him.

"In and out, there we go" You soothed him. You exaggerated your breathing as he followed suit.

You brought your right hand up to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his hair. He snuggled into you more and basically purred like a cat as you held him to you.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x female reader #peter parker x fem reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x female reader #peter parker is a cutie #cute peter parker #fluff #thunder storms #cute #imagines #writing #fanfic #comfort #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #tom holland

[xreader-writing]

Y/n's birthday

Instagram au

Summary: It's Y/n's birthday, and some of her artist friends have taken to social media to congratulate their dear friend

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Timothee Chalamet

liked by Youruser, Tomholland2013 and 2,004.088 Others

Tchalamet My favorite person's day has come! Thank you for just being you mon amour, I love you forever.

(When you have a really pretty friend and you have to make other guys think you're dating lol.)

@Youruser 💞

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Youruser Thank you Timny, I love you too forever

Timotheefan_ OH MY, I NEED THEM TOGETHER!!

Y/n_lover This friendship >>>>

Timny_hot Our favorite birthday person today!!!

Y/nnnn_ Congrats y/n babe!

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Sebastian Stan

liked by Youruser, Anthonymackie and 3,009.652 Others

Imsebastianstan Today the best person ever has a birthday! Some amateurs out there want to steal her from me but we both know it will be me and her forever ❤️ Thank you for always being there for me, know that I will always be here for you darling. ❤️ @youruser.

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Youruser I love you Seb, don't forget that

Seb_and_Y/n Okay, I think I'd like them to get married

_lover Only Marvel's Best Duo

Anthonymackie Happy Birthday to the best colleague ever ❤️

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Tom Holland

liked by Youruser, tchalamet and 5,148.610 Others

Tomholland2013 I've always heard "Don't meet your heroes" but meeting you was without a doubt one of my greatest achievements, you are the most amazing and kind person I've ever met, thank you for always listening to me and being my dear friend, even though I'm irritating and annoying most of the time.

Happy Birthday! @youruser

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Youruser thanks for that sweetie

Y/n_my_wife I would so love to meet Y/n 😭

Imsebastianstan Everybody wanna steal my girl

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Liked by vancityreynolds, Aidanrgallagher and 6,464,092 other people

Youruser I'm birthday! Today was a beautiful and special day, thank you all for the beautiful messages, I love you.

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vancityreynolds Happy birthday dear, always remain the beautiful sunshine that you are! 💞💞 (I want a piece of that cake)

↳ Youruser Thank you Ryan 🥺 Yes I saved a piece for you

Y/n_fan yes she is a princess

Aidanrgallagher Congratulations Y/n! Thank you for being like a big sister to me and always supporting me and helping me through my anxious moments making me laugh in a way only you can, I miss you so much.

↳ Youruser You're going to make me cry sweetie ❤️ Thank you and yes, I miss you too.

Babyye_ She being Aidan's older sister >>>>>>

y/n_lovers Ryan being her older brother >>>>>>

Harrystyles Happy birthday to my amazing drinking buddy! 💞💞💞💞

Chrisevans Happy birthday to the best person in the world ❤️ I love you princess.

A/N: "Wow, you disappear and come back like nothing happened?" Yes, forgive me for doing this, well, my birthday was the 23rd and I didn't even talk to you, so I decided to do it here today, thanks for being here, I'll be more present here next year, Pinky promise

#timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #sebastian stan x reader #tom holland social media au #tom holland x female reader #timothee chamalet #chris evans x female reader #anthony mackie x reader #aidan gallagher #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #tom holland x reader #chris evans x reader

[t-lostinworlds]

Treasure Be Damned | Nathan Drake

》 PAIRING: movie!nathan drake x female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: childhood best friends to lovers; angst; fluff

》 SUMMARY: Nathan wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to finally realize what he felt for you. And no matter how much that gold was worth, you will always be his greatest treasure.

》 WARNINGS: both are orphans (mentioned), tech genius!reader, protective!nathan, switch pov halfway thru, kinda canon divergent (a.k.a. i made slight changes to some scenes from the movie), pining, jealousy jealousy, idiots in love, some angst, kidnapping, canon level violence, injuries, love confessions and a cute fluffy ending.

》 WORD COUNT: 5.4k+

A/N: hello! me again with another fic. this may seem super random but this was commissioned by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires ! thank u so so much hun <3 my first ever commission btw. trying to stick to a certain word count was actually quite interesting to me alskalsk but this was fun to write and i hope i did it justice!

+ also i couldn't think of a better title and the summary is kinda cheesy but we love cheese in this house so alksalkslaks

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You and Nathan had been best friends for as long as you could remember.

When he punched a guy twice his size all because they made you cry on your first day at the orphanage, he quickly gained your trust and loyalty. It was reciprocated when you dumped all your lunch on a kid when they poked fun about why his brother left him.

You two had been inseparable ever since.

Nathan was protective of you, and you were protective of him.

As years passed, that protectiveness only grew tenfold. With it came the care and affection that went from strictly platonic to something warmer, sweeter.

For you, at least.

You couldn't pinpoint when it started, all you knew was that everything Nathan did for you suddenly felt special—like it was solely for you.

The change wasn't outright. It was a slow realization, when the little things he did made your heart grow warmer and beat faster all the same.

At first, you thought it was a simple crush—a silly phase, that with time, it would fade.

But no.

As months moved to years, it went from something that lingered to something you couldn't escape from.

The moment you truly figured that what you felt about him wasn't as simple as an adoration for your best friend was on your eighteenth birthday.

Nathan had spent all the money he saved from working odd—and honest, he made sure to make that known—jobs on a silver necklace.

Maybe you watched way too many romcoms, maybe it was all in your rose-tinted head, but there was an underlying romance in the way he stood behind you, so close and warm, as he put the necklace on for you.

With bated breath, you let him, trying your best not to melt over his simple touch. His fingertips brushed against your skin so delicately but felt electric in all the right ways.

You only regained your breathing when he finally stepped back. Yet he took it away a moment later when he gently tapped the charm—shaped like a compass—sitting between your collarbone, a fond smile on his lips when he said,

"So you'll always find your way back to me."

How could you not fall in love?

What a cliché.

Falling in love with your childhood best friend.

It would've been cute if it was reciprocated.

But whatever he saw you as was strictly platonic.

You were constantly reminded of how unrequited your love was with the hook-ups he brought back to the apartment.

You had agreed to be his roommate to help lessen the expenses. Even though you had only recently moved in together, you were starting to doubt if it was a good idea—for your heart's sake, anyway.

It didn't even stop there.

Because here you were once again, sporting an ache in your chest as you watched him flirt with a blonde girl at the bar.

As much as you enjoyed visiting him at work, seeing him flirt with the pretty customers regularly will always leave a bad taste in your mouth.

Jealousy.

A feeling you shouldn't be entertaining in the first place. You were just a best friend. You had no right to go all green-eyed whenever you saw him with another girl.

Nathan Drake wasn't yours.

You didn't even realize that you were too deep into your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you out of it.

"You okay?"

You blinked, looking up to see Nathan regarding you with brows furrowed in concern.

"Huh?"

"You've been glaring at that thing for a good minute now," he explained, nodding at the personalized cocktail he made for you.

He always did that whenever you stopped by, experimenting with new mixes he thought you'd enjoy solely based on how well he knew you. You give him your honest feedback in return. It was your own little game.

"Is it bad?"

"No, no, no," you said, taking a sip before smiling. "I liked it."

"Just 'like', damn. I need to step up my game," he sighed in feigned disappointment. When you didn't react as much, he added, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Nathan looked at you for a moment, lips pursed as he shook his head.

"You're such a bad liar."

"I'm not," you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "You just know me so well."

"I do," he hummed, grin turning proud. "I also know when something's bothering you so, what's up?"

"Girl things." You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. You could tell it confused him, because he was never uncomfortable to talk about those topics with you. But before he could even question it, you quickly added, "I think I'm going to head home first. You didn't forget your keys, right?"

"That was one time," he grumbled, eyeing you for a moment because he obviously didn't buy your excuse. A second later, he sighed, "Yeah, I got my keys."

"Okay, See you later," you said, gathering up your things before walking towards the door.

"Let me know if you get home safe," he called out.

You only threw him a salute in response.

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It was the harsh light from the huge window in the living room that woke you up.

You must have fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of watching your comfort movie—a poor attempt at trying to distract yourself from your lovelorn predicament.

Who knew dealing with feelings could be so exhausting?

It was the smell of bacon that coaxed you out of your cocoon, though. 

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Nathan greeted as soon as you stepped into the kitchen. He threw you a warm smile over his shoulder before he continued making breakfast—shirtless, might you add. "There are painkillers beside your water in case your neck is killing you. I would've carried you back to your bed but you kick in your sleep and I've learned my lesson so…"

It did happen once.

He was trying to coax you off the couch and back into the comfort of your bed. But as he got closer, your leg having a mind of its own when you were deeply asleep, you kicked him straight in his jewels—his words, not yours.

The loud thud of him falling on the floor didn't even shake you awake, not even when he was groaning in pain. 

You couldn't even remember any of it.

"How many times do I have to apologize for you to let that go?" you chuckled, settling at your usual seat at the small dining table you had.

"Not enough," he snorted. "I still feel the phantom of the kick, you know."

"You're so dramatic." You rolled your eyes, glancing around only to catch a glimpse of that old yet familiar green trunk. It was then you noticed some of his old stuff littered around, trinkets and memorabilia he hadn't looked at in a while. Just as you were about to question him about it, you saw the excited look on his face. You narrowed your eyes, asking, "Did I miss something?"

"Quite a lot, actually," he chuckled, sauntering over to you with your breakfast for the day. Putting the full plate in front of you, Nathan leaned down and quickly kissed your forehead. "Eat. I'll tell you all about it."

You ignored the phantom of his lips on your skin.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

A treasure hunt.

Nathan dragged you into a treasure hunt.

You didn't trust this Victor Sullivan guy, but Nate seemed to be adamant about finding this gold in hopes of finding Sam too. And you trust your best friend's judgment so that made Sully a friend of your best friend, much to your dismay.

"Do I look okay?" you asked, straightening out your long, black evening gown as you emerged out of the makeshift changing room.

When you didn't hear an answer, you looked up to see Nathan staring at you with a certain look in his eyes.

Your face warmed. "What?"

"Okay?" he scoffed, shaking his head as if he was offended by the word you used. With a gentle smile, he gestured at you with both hands. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself," you responded with a shy smile, unable to hold his gaze for much longer. You fixed your entangled necklace, instead.

"Here, let me," he said, quickly walking over to you to straighten it out, his touch featherlight against your skin. "It's a gorgeous necklace. The guy who gave this to you has good taste."

"If good taste means licking his own ass, then, it's a bit questionable."

"Okay, gross," he playfully grimaced. "All I'm saying is that I picked the right one for you."

"You did." You smiled fondly. 

"Perfect," he hummed with a smile, his gaze slowly trailing from your necklace up to your eyes, his next words barely even a whisper. "You're perfect."

You didn't know if it was even meant for your ears but you could only stand there, staring into his brown eyes that seemed to shift from one emotion to another.

Nathan was about to say something when Sully came out of nowhere with that grumpy look on his face.

"Why are we bringing her again?" he asked as if you weren't standing in front of him.

"She's a genius with computers," Nathan said, a bite in his tone. "She's going to help us get through any security tech easy breezy."

Sully narrowed his eyes between you two before shrugging.

"Fine," he grumbled, looking you up and down before walking away. "We leave in ten minutes."

"I don't think he likes me very much," you sighed once the door shut.

"I don't think he likes anyone," Nathan said, smiling at you reassuringly. "Don't take it personally."

And you didn't. Truly.

But when you got to the auction house, it definitely felt more personal when the old man wouldn't tell you anything.

No communication. No updates. No information. Nothing.

Only when you ask Nathan directly were you able to get a grasp of what was going on or when to proceed to the next step—if he wasn't distracted.

With the countless pretty ladies dressed to the nines, you best believe he wasn't anywhere near focused.

You were angry because this was a dire situation. One wrong move could get you guys caught. You were too goddamn young for prison.

You definitely weren't bitter over something else.

"Do you always feel the need to flirt with anything that walks?" you spat when he finally reached the door you'd been trying so hard to keep open without getting caught. It took him three minutes more since he was busy chatting up some random trust fund girl.

"I wasn't—Jesus," he grunted, the door hitting him on the way as you walked past it.

You couldn't be bothered to wait anymore. You didn't look back and simply sped walk towards the power switch.

"You're upset," Nathan said once he caught up with you.

"I'm not upset," you grumbled. "I'm annoyed."

"It's the same thing."

"It's fucking not."

"Okay, geez," he conceded, pouting, "What'd I do?"

"What aren't you doing?" you asked sarcastically, harshly tapping on your phone as you tried to decode the security lock on the main switch. "Oh right, focusing on your job!"

"Christ, do you two always bicker like an old married couple?"

"Shut up!" you and Nathan barked synchronously.

Shaking your head, you calmed yourself, punching in the security code.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I was just trying to scope potential—"

You glared at him.

"I'm shutting up."

"Just do your thing. I want this over and done with," you grumbled, stepping aside once the circuit box finally opened.

"You're a genius," he praised with a smile, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. "Thank you."

"Whatever."

You wished you could say everything went smooth sailing from there, but when did it ever?

Everything happened so fast.

One minute you two were walking out of the control room, the next you were being chased down but huge men.

Running in heels was not fun.

And then it was a blur, someone grabbing your arm in a way that made you scream in pain to Nathan tackling the guy to the ground, landing blow after blow to his face until blood started to splatter on the suit he was wearing.

"Touch her again and I'll kill you."

You'd never seen him so angry before.

But that anger quickly disappeared when he fussed over you, hands soft against your cheeks yet the panic and worry were evident in his eyes.

It took several 'I'm fine's and a couple more reassurances that you weren't badly hurt to get him to fully calm down and help you up so you could get out of this place.

Unbeknownst to you, there were curious eyes watching everything closely with a knowing yet wicked smile on her lips.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

You thought the feeling of being outcasted was only a small blip at the auction house.

But you were so wrong.

"What happened to you?" you asked when he finally met up with you at the church in Barcelona, soaking wet from head to toe.

"Long story."

"So you brought your girlfriend with you" A girl—Chloe, you later learned—suddenly appeared.

"She's not my girlfriend," Nathan quickly corrected.

Yes, it was true.

But the way he shut it down so quickly as if the thought made him hurl made the sting harsher.

It didn't take long for you to notice how Nathan seemed to be following Chloe around a lot.

So much so that you were becoming more of an afterthought.

They were always conspiring amongst themselves. It was in their line of expertise, you supposed, and you were just the tech girl. But it wasn't like you were clueless about it. Nate has told you enough stories for you to get the gist of what was going on.

It was getting pathetic, trailing behind them like some puppy, wanting to feel included.

When Nathan argued with Sully that you were not leaving his side when it was time to split up, you could only laugh at it now.

What was the point when you were immediately alone when you got into the tunnels?

Even more as you stood by yourself at the club, watching him dance with Chloe, so close, in the guise of blending in.

Maybe if you weren't distracted you would've noticed the man sneaking up behind you. You would've been able to run before he could grab you from behind, hand over your mouth as he started dragging you backward. And maybe you were quite good at kicking someone's jewels when you hit the jackpot the first time, enabling you to escape and scream for help.

You were yelling Nathan's name, but it was the loud gunshot that caught his attention.

It was heartbreaking to think that it took you getting shot in the leg for him to fully acknowledge you.

You were overwhelmed with too many emotions that you became numb, simply letting them take you back to the safe house in silence.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he sat by your temporary bed, carefully wrapping the bandage on your thigh after he cleaned it. Thankfully, the bullet was only meant to slow you down, not kill. "I'm supposed to be looking out for you."

"It's fine," you sighed. You knew he was being sincere. He looked thoroughly distraught when he saw you drop to the ground. You knew it wasn't his fault, and you knew he was already blaming himself enough. But with the pain and bitterness—both physically and emotionally—you couldn't stop it. "You were busy. I get it."

He frowned. "What's with that tone?" 

"There's no tone," you grumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"You're annoyed."

You shook your head. "I'm not annoyed.'

"So…you're upset," he hummed, reaching for your hands. You pulled away, carefully getting comfortable on the bed.

"I'm going to sleep," you sighed, pulling the covers over you.

Nathan got the hint, standing from his seat with a sigh, "Okay, goodnight, just…call me if you need anything."

So when you woke up in the middle of the night when a sudden sting went up your leg, you quickly yet carefully got out of bed to look for him.

You wish you hadn't bothered.

The last thing you wanted to see was him and Chloe getting cozy on the balcony, a bottle of wine between them.

You figured you weren't important enough to interrupt their moment. Besides, the ache in your leg couldn't compare to the absolute pain in your heart. It only intensified when they started leaning toward each other.

So you quickly went back to bed, tainting the pillowcase with salted tears.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"Here." Nathan kneeled in front of the foot of the bed, tying your shoelaces for you. "So, I've been thinking…"

"Uh oh," you joked.

"Maybe you should sit this one out."

Your smile quickly got wiped off your face.

"What?"

Nathan glanced at the door. You followed his gaze, catching a glimpse of Chloe before she hurriedly walked away.

You pressed your lips, nodding in understanding.

"It's not what you think it is," Nathan placated.

"Sure it's not," you scoffed.

"Look, you're injured and—"

You stood up, abruptly cutting him off. You grabbed your bag, limping around the room as you gathered your stuff.

"Woah careful, your wound is still fresh," Nathan followed you around, arms out in case you stumbled. "What are you doing?"

"Leaving. That's what you wanted, right?"

"What? No!" he rushed, hands on your shoulder, stopping you. "What I meant was, you need to recover first."

"Right," you scoffed, shrugging him off before you continued packing. "Because  it's going to be dangerous and you're looking out for me, trying to protect me and all that bullshit."

"It's not bullshit!"

"You know, after all we've been through, I thought I could count on you to at least be honest with me," you said bitterly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," you pressed, harshly zipping up your bag. "If you wanted me out of the picture, you could've just said so."

Shaking his head, he argued, "That's not it."

"Maybe," you said, looking him straight in the eyes. "But fewer people, more gold to go around, right?"

That rendered him silent.

"You've known me your whole life," he started, hurt flickering in his irises. "You really think I'd do that to you?"

"I don't know anymore, Nate." You threw your hands up exasperatedly. "Because ever since you met them, I barely recognize you anymore. You've been wanting their approval so bad you're getting desperate for it. 

"And I always thought that when we get the chance to find this treasure, we'll do it together, side by side like we always do. But all I've done this whole time is be a third wheel to whatever this is." You gestured at him and the door, laughing sarcastically. "Fourth, if you include Sully."

"That's not true," he argued weakly, realization dawning on his face.

"You whisper among yourselves, nobody tells me a fucking thing, you don't even tell me anything anymore! I'm always left chasing after you because you couldn't be bothered waiting for me to catch up. Fine, I might not know everything about this treasure but it'd be nice to get filled in every once in a while instead of leaving me clueless! Hell, you're starting to forget you brought your best friend with you—"

"I didn't forget about you—"

"You didn't even notice I was getting dragged away until I was shot!"

Nathan looked away.

"All of you are always excluding me and it sucks," your voice cracked, blinking away unshed tears. "And don't think I didn't see you conspiring with Chloe last night."

He looked confused. "Last night?"

"When I came looking for my best friend for help because my leg was hurting like a bitch but I didn't want to be a cockblock so, you're welcome."

"You're not—" Nathan cleared his throat, shoulders slumping, looking at you apologetically. "Y/N…"

You shook your head, harshly wiping at your eyes, putting your jacket on. "The more it goes on, the more I think that you just brought me along because it was convenient for you. Now that I'm considered a liability, gotta leave the extra baggage right?"

"That's not fucking true!" he gritted, pulling his hair frustratedly. "You're part of this as much as I am!"

"Right. Where are we going next?"

Nathan blubbered like a fish out of water.

"That's what I thought," you scoffed, slipping your backpack on.

"Wait, dammit," he cursed when you walked past him, chasing after you into the living room. Frustrated, he called out, "All I'm asking is for you to sit this part out because you're hurt."

You stopped, slowly facing him.

"I never thought that the loneliest I'd ever feel is when I'm supporting you to chase this dream you'd been wanting ever since you were a kid," you admitted, chest tightening as you stared into his troubled brown eyes. "So, I'm not sitting this one out, Nate, I'm done." 

You shoved the cross right on his chest.

"Have fun on your honeymoon," you said, bumping his shoulder as you walked out the door.

"Y/N!"

You never looked back.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Nathan was smart in a lot of different aspects. But emotions and feelings?

Oh he was stupid as fuck.

He wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to accept what he truly felt for you.

Part of him was relieved because at least you weren't there when the plane fiasco happened, especially with your injury. He was appeasing his guilt by telling himself that you were safer this way.

Nathan wouldn't know what to do with himself if something worse happened to you.

But as he was decoding the postcards Sam sent—a difficult task to focus on when he couldn't stop worrying about you so much—Chloe suddenly came in with a package.

"It has your name on it."

He opened it confused, but nothing could prepare him for what was inside.

The dread and fear started to creep up his spine when he held the silver necklace he gave you.

You never took this off.

As he emptied the box in a rush, photos upon photos of you tied up and gagged, beaten and bruised with blood tainting your delicate skin, Nathan felt like his entire heart was taken from him.

'The map or her. Choose wisely.'

It came in flashes, moments where you'd been there for each other, the joy and heartbreak, success and failures—you were always there, his one constant.

Then came the moments where he dreamed about you and him, doing things best friends shouldn't be doing.

He always knew what he felt about you but he shoved it down in fear of ruining the friendship you'd built over the years. But now? Denying it seemed insignificant. Now there was a chance he wouldn't be able to tell you at all.

Nathan was losing the love of his life.

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"That didn't take long," Braddock laughed sardonically, standing up from a large rock nestled on the beach somewhere in the Philippines.

"Where is she," Nathan growled, the tube map holder slung on his back.

Braddock nodded at one of her men, Nathan's heart sinking to his stomach when they dragged you in, your yelp piercing his chest when they shoved you on the sand.

Nathan instinctively tried to run for you.

"Not so fast," Braddock hummed, clicking her gun before pressing it on the back of your head. "How do I know this isn't a trick?"

"I think you already figured out I don't play games when it comes to her."

"Well, let's see," she challenged. "On your knees, Drake."

"N-Nate," you whimpered, adamantly shaking your head. Even in your state, you were still trying to protect him.

"It's okay," he reassured with a smile, hands up as he did as told.

Braddock grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you closer to where he was.

He stifled his anger. But best believe he'd already plotted so many ways to make Braddock suffer for what she did to you.

But one wrong move could cost your life.

"Hand it over."

"Untie her."

Braddock rolled her eyes but did so anyway.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Nathan whispered, your tear-filled eyes meeting his. He lifted his chin once, gaze flickering behind you. "I got you, okay? You're going to be okay."

"Enough with this sappy bullshit. Hand over the map or she dies."

Nathan slowly grabbed the map, only to throw it away as far as possible.

On cue, a huge explosion distracted Braddock enough for you to abruptly stand on your feet, hitting her under the chin with your head.

"You bitch!" she yelled, dropping the gun.

Nathan quickly pulled you aside and grabbed the weapon. With no remorse, he shot Braddock on both thighs, once more on the arm to be petty.

He'd do much worse if you weren't on borrowed time.

Nathan grabbed your hand and made a run for it.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

The silence was tense.

But Nathan was focused on taking care of you first.

He was busy enough trying not to cry whenever he'd discover a new cut and bruise on you that he couldn't even dwell on the fact that you were showering together. You were both in your underwear, but still.

It was when he had you sitting on the counter as he patched you up when you spoke.

"You didn't have to do all that for me."

"You know, it hurts me so much that you think I wouldn't take a bullet for you," he sighed, finishing up a bandage before meeting your glossy eyes. "You're more important to me than you think you are."

"No, I know it's just—" You bit your bruised lip. Nathan quickly pulled it away with his thumb, not wanting you to worsen your injury. You leaned into his touch as you continued, "You've been dreaming of this since you were a kid and I feel like I've ruined it for you."

"You didn't ruin anything."

"But you should be out there looking for the gold," you said. "Instead you're stuck here with me."

"Listen to me, if I had to choose between that gold and—" He took a breath, holding your face in both hands as he stared at you longingly. "The woman I'm hopelessly in love with then…"

Nathan breathed out with a smile, "Fuck that gold."

You stared at him in a way that made him believe that he'd done it.

He'd finally ruined your friendship to a point of no return.

That until you broke out into the sweetest, brightest smile that made his heart grow and his knees weak all the same.

"It's not as hopeless as you think it is."

Nathan felt like his heart was about to burst.

"Yeah?" He grinned, giddy and warm, gently parting your legs and stepping a little closer.

You let him into your space. But suddenly your brows furrowed, frowning. "What about you and Chloe?"

"So you were jealous."

"Nate."

"There's no me and Chloe," he reassured, gently taking your hands, kissing the insides of your wrists before placing them on his shoulders. "Maybe I got the incredibly stupid idea to make you jealous—I know, baby, I'm an idiot—but she shot that down real quick."

"But—"

"Those times you've seen me with her, all I kept talking about was you," he admitted, blushing. "I'm sure she'd grown sick of me being lovesick."

Nathan probably talked her ear out about how hopelessly in love he was with you, seeking advice on what to do because it was the one thing he couldn't go to you about.

She had been really helpful, pushing him to confess because it was better you know before it's too late, and that in this line of work, you'd never know when that would be.

If only he hadn't let his cowardness win.

"She argued with me that leaving you behind was a bad idea, and if I listened to her I—" He pressed his forehead against yours with a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."

"I know you like to take all the blame but this isn't your fault," you hummed, fingers combing the straggles of hair on the nape of his neck.

"It kind of is," he pressed, eyes watering as he thought about what he dragged you into.

He couldn't stop thinking about the pain you'd gone through all because he was being reckless. For as long as he could remember, he made a vow to himself to always keep you safe no matter what. Yet here he was, failing at that—failing you.

"I'm sorry for being such a shitty best friend this past week," he said, caressing the apples of your cheeks.

"You were pretty shitty," you teased, though he could see the way your body relaxed a little. He could tell that you appreciated hearing his apology. It must've been weighing on you since you left.

It made his heart ache.

"I was and I'm sorry," he said regretfully. "I guess I just got so caught up in this whole treasure-hunting thing that I lost sight of what's truly important to me. But still, it's no excuse. I was the one who dragged you into this, I should've been attentive enough."

You turned your head and kissed his palm, a silent way of saying it was okay. He felt like he was about to melt.

"And I'm sorry for taking so goddamn long to tell you how I feel," Nathan admitted.

"Yeah well," you hummed, smiling at him sweetly. "We're both at fault on that one,"

"Still, I'm sorry," he whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "For everything."

You nodded, a smile on your lips. "I can't say I forgive yet—"

"Understandable."

"But hey," you hummed, leaning closer. "You have plenty of time to grovel and make up for it."

Nathan chuckled, brushing his lips against yours with a whisper, "Can I start with a kiss?"

You nodded with that cute giggle of yours, one that still echoed as he finally closed the distance.

So many things filled him up at once—soft, sweet, warm. So many emotions rattling his heart as your lips molded into one—relief, passion, love.

It was gratifying, a kiss he'd been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. But, with your fingers in his hair and his hands on your waist, your warm body flushed to his with no space in between, nothing could ever compare to the real thing.

And yes, it was going to take some time to repair the cracks that were made in your relationship. But he was willing to wait and do whatever it takes to gain your full trust back.

Nathan didn't care how long or how much work it would take, as long as at the end of every day, you came back home to him—it was more than worth it.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"Kid, are you even listening to me?"

"Sorry, Sully," Nathan said unapologetically. "But whatever the wife says, goes and her plan is usually better than yours."

"I'm technically not your wife yet," you giggled, your engagement ring glinting as you continued bypassing the security cameras using your phone.

"Technically, yes," he agreed, shrugging. "But in my head, you've been my wife ever since you put that ring on."

"Always thinking ahead, huh?" You finished up the job, slipping your phone into your pocket before turning to him with a raised brow.

"Oh yeah," he hummed, pulling you closer by the waist. "And once we get married, in my head, we already have three kids."

"Three?" you choked out a laugh.

"Five?"

"Let's start with one and see where that goes."

"We should definitely practice later."

"Do I always have to remind you two that this is an open line?"

"Oh we know," Nathan hummed, kissing you with a loud smack which earned an annoyed groan. He then gestured at the door with a bow. "After you, Mrs. Drake."

"Still up for debate."

"I'd take your last name any day."

"I was thinking hyphenated."

"Not a bad shout."

"Get moving you two!"

"Sully, you're getting so close to getting your wedding invite revoked."

You laughed at that.

Nathan couldn't resist kissing you once more.

"Let's go," you giggled against his lips. "We still have treasure to find."

"I'm in no rush," he shrugged, brushing his nose against yours. He was sure his eyes were glowing with pure adoration. "Already got the best one right here."

You groaned and called him cheesy but you still kissed him anyway.

Treasure be damned, with you by his side, Nathan was the richest man alive.

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Titty Comfort

pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: When Tom can’t fall asleep, he turns to his girlfriend’s breasts for a lot of comfort (Breast play) (lowkey subby tom?)

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“C’mere love, need you closer” Tom whined, his arms wrapped around the woman in his arms, his semi-hardened cock resting against her ass cheeks. “How much closer do you need baby? we’re already spooning naked” Y/n giggled shuffling up against his cock, his hands situated on her warm tits, squeezing and kneading them every so often; coaxing small whines and whimpers from her lips which were currently swollen due to their sleepy, sloppy make out session.

Tom only whined in response, tugging on her perked up and hardened nipples, nuzzling his face into her neck, kissing and licking at the coconut scented flesh. This whole relationship started when Tom had walked into his bedroom during one of their crazy frat parties, to see a sleepy Y/n nuzzling and cuddling herself into his spider-man bedsheets. Granted he didn’t know the girl but he had a sudden urge to protect her, knowing damn well that he would now protect his sacred bedroom with his life due to the sleeping angel right in his bed.

“Oh- oh shit- you must own this room huh?” Y/n shot up, her eyes glazed and lazy, still holding Tom’s pillow in between her arms to hug it dearly. “I- uh got a bit tired and I was told I could take a room by David, who is currently busy eating my friend’s face off” She chuckled explaining why she was suddenly in his bed, of course David the head frat brother would say something like that, inconsiderate arsehole. “O-oh no sure it’s okay, I guess, just a bit shocked love. You can stay” He laughed walking closer, “We can share the bed if you want?” She smiled gleaming up at him, her arms inviting as she opened up the blankets showing a space just for him, who the fuck was this girl?

Well Tom soon found out the day after when he woke up to a (colour) headed girl on his chest, her body still clad in her dress, her legs intertwined with his as she tried to hug herself further into his warm wide chest. His own arms tugged around her too. Her name was Y/n L/n, she was taking a completely different major from him, which explained why he had never seen her before. She was outgoing, confident and not afraid to get things her way. Had he really just slept with (literally) some girl who he found already snoozing in his bed? Yes, yes he did and he wasn’t going to regret it one bit.

Now two months later, the once infamous frat boy on campus had been tied down to the one and only Y/n L/n; whenever they are on campus their hands are permanently intertwined, his head seen to be dipping down and whispering filthy and sweet things in her ears to make her laugh bashfully and hit his chest. With some people even commenting that he had heard him say that he “couldn’t wait to take her ass tonight”

Any chance he’d get he would walk her to her classes, choosing to hold her books and even like right now, missing out on his own frat activities to instead sleepover at her cozy little dorm room. Now decorated with a multitude of their polaroids together on her wall, some being a little inappropriate considering the nudity, but who else was going to see them?

“You keep tossin’ n’ turnin’ honey, are you feeling alright?” She frowned turning around in his arms, his hands slipping to her waist, her chest flushed against his as he felt her hardened nipples against his skin; Jesus how did he bag someone as gorgeous as her? His lips raining kisses all over her face, feeling her breath quicken and shake each time he got closer to her sweet spot, which already had hickies littering the length of it. “Just feeling a bit restless baby, nothin’ for you to worry about, pretty” He smiled finally kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle adorably in response before she leant in and pressed a featherlight kiss to his pink lips, not one full of lust but one full of adoration and passion for the man right in front of her. The man who showed her what love was, and how to love in such a short amount of time.

“But it is for me to worry about, I want you soft and snuggly with me, sleepy and hazy whike being undeniably horny” She laughed nudging his nose with hers, his lips pouting out to kiss hers lightly again, his hands groping her breasts tightly in his palm; she knew what he wanted, no, needed. Whenever Tom found himself needing comfort or some sensual loving, he turned to his lover’s breasts, suddenly finding them the most alluring thing in the world.

“Can I uh- ya know, play with them a little?” He whispered just staring at them blatantly, smiling childishly when Y/n replied, “Of course you can baby, they’re all yours babyboy” She giggled kissing the corner of his lips, noticing how his eyes were just fully trained on her tits more than anything else. Shifting herself up a little, he started moving her warm fleshy tits in circular motions, his lips greedily licking and sucking on the flesh surrounding her areola and nipples. Y/n’s fingers raked though his brown curls gently, planting small kisses to his hairline, her lips pulled into a small smile; Tom sat with his eyes closed fully enjoying sucking and pulling at her tits.

His tongue licking a stripe up the underside of her boob until he reached her nipple, wrapping his mouth around it like a suction, suckling on it affectionately; his eyes closed calmly. “You taste so good baby angel” He whispered kissing each of her nipples lovingly, letting his lips collect spit before dribbling it onto her hardened buds, lubing them up with his tongues flicking at them softly. “Thank you honey bun, even used some of that new body wash ya got me for no reason” She moaned out half asleep, Tom’s suckling had calmed her to a point of sleep, her eyes threatening to close any second now. The sound of Tom’s hums and his tongue flicking, giving a weird sense of a comforting atmosphere.

“Well it was in your wishlist and you told me your wishlist was empty” Tom hummed annoyed, shoving his face between her breasts, kissing the valley of her tits; knowing damn well he made it his responsibility to make sure everything in her basket was bought on a weekly basis. “Your tits are beautiful Y/n, not in a sexual way, but the fact they’re part of you just makes them so sexy”

He spent the next 15-20 minutes just loving and kissing on her breasts, her other hand softly pumping his limp cock, not with the intention of getting his hard but with the intention of showing him the same type of affection he was showing her. Undivided unconditional attention.

“hmm” Y/n hummed turning her head to the side, her hands dropped to rubbing his back soothingly, her nails raking up and down slowly. “You sleepy love? Want me to put the girls away?” He questioned pulling away from her tits with a pop, looking up at her with a crazy type of love, a love they both knew would never burn out. “No no keep going hun, feels good n’ warm” She yawned letting her eyes close for the final time that night, her hands resting on his back as he continued his own adventure. His lips licking, kissing and sucking on her tits until he himself, fell asleep undoubtably with her tit in his mouth; like a lovesick idiot.

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PSA: Sorry this was short but I found it so cute and lovey!! Just a bit of comfort for those who are going through finals/any tough situations

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[bi-disaster-yn]

Tread Carefully

Pairing: neighbour!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is used to being led on and then let down in love which leads to her not quite believing just how much Peter likes her.

Set after the events in No Way Home! As always, Peter is aged up to be in his early-mid twenties.

A/N: This one goes out to the all the girls who have been made to feel crazy when they’ve been led on by someone who suddenly loses interest. You are valid and you deserve so much better (and someone like Peter in this fic <3)!!

Feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3

Whilst others seem to fall into love quite easily, for you it was always like trying to catch fire in a jar. Never successful, getting burned in the process and eventually the jar melting with all the exposure to further render your attempts useless.

Such carelessness with your emotions had led you to a solitary existence. The mere suggestion of reciprocated feelings had made you strategic and forceful, putting pressure on every encounter with a prospective lover in hopes that one day you might secure love.

Naturally, the pressure would snap any cord of bond you might have with someone and there you were, left again without any recourse. A scorned woman.

This wasn’t always your fault. Often, you’d bestow your emotions upon someone unworthy. Gaslighted with a promise of something real, you’d pursue these people only to be bitterly disappointed with a frank conversation where they confessed that you were great but all the same, not good enough.

Enter Peter Parker, your sweet neighbour who moved in next door a few months ago and brought with him a little spark that had you giddy.

The day he had moved in, he just seemed so out of his depth and alone. With the door open, he’d stood in the middle of his apartment looking round at the admittedly small number of boxes he had. Nevertheless, he looked entirely overwhelmed and frozen, struggling to even take the first step to open any of them.

You’d just finished grocery shopping as you walked past, peering in quickly when you came across the open door. From where you were standing, viewing his slumped shoulders and helpless face, it looked like he was going to cry. He looked so lost and you were sure that your help was exactly what he needed.

So, you came to the rescue. Announcing your presence, you offered your help which he reluctantly accepted. One by one, you worked your way through the boxes and worked together to set out his things the way he’d like them. At first, he was wary of you but grew more comfortable as you took things at his pace, never pressuring or hastening him.

You cooked him dinner, noting that his fridge hadn’t been stocked up yet. He asked you for coffee the next day as a thank you.

Coffee dates became dinner dates which naturally slipped into taking turns to make dinner for each other every night. He was so convenient being next door and had explained being new to the area that he had no one else really. Naturally, he gradually began to intertwine himself within your plans until you had become inseparable. Not that you minded, you hadn’t been this infatuated in a long time.

You did everything “right”.

You nurtured your feelings, trying to keep them on a leash to prevent them leaping out of control. You were calm and collected around him, allowing yourself to freak out about him after you said goodbye for the night. You made allowances for him in your plans yet didn’t hedge your bets on having to actually plan around him.

Yet, you still expected him to let you down. Some dark, twisted and nasty corner of your brain still told you that you were holding on to false hope. You had let people in before only to have them ridicule you for ever thinking that something could happen. For all you knew, Peter could be - and probably was - just the same as the rest of them.

Although, surprisingly, he hadn’t let you down to date. He always turned up on time when he said he would, except for that one rare exception that he had to cancel. Even at that, he was following up with you to reschedule and even planned and paid for the whole date because he felt so bad about having to miss your plans.

He let you touch him and he allowed himself to touch you. When your thighs lingered as you sat next to each other, he didn’t move away or sit in clear discomfort. Contentedly, he’d continue his story while you sat, completely mesmerised by the fact he’d allowed you a crumb of intimacy with just a simple gesture.

When this inevitably went downhill, it was going to kill you.

***

Winter had taken over the city. The restaurants and shops below your apartment had started to decorate their storefronts with festive lights which teamed up with the streetlights to create a cosy light in a cruelly cold and dark night.

It was Peter’s turn to cook that night. He stood at the stove making mac and cheese in plaid pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt that although oversized, still managed to show his muscular shoulders.

You sat on his couch flicking through Netflix to find a suitable Christmas movie for your night in. As the snow began to fall outside, you wrapped the blanket round you tighter and excited yourself with the idea of cuddling up to Peter to keep warm. Peter hummed as he plated up the food; it was his Aunt May’s recipe and he’d raved about it for weeks, insisting he would make it for you.

You tried not to read into the fact he was letting you into something he’d shared with his aunt who had been more like his mother. Nor did you read into the fact that the blanket wrapped round you was one you hadn’t been able to stop touching in the store because of how soft it was. He’d bought it so he could see the big grin on your face as you smoothed your hands down it.

“You really love that thing, don’t you?” Peter commented with a sweet smile as he handed you the plate.

“It’s just so soft! How did they make it so soft?” You beamed in response.

“I don’t know, but you look really cute with it wrapped round you.” He smiled, facing the TV and taking a bite before saying the all too familiar yet equally dreadful sentence.

“I think we should talk.”

It was so out of left field and so unexpected. The horrible yet familiar feeling of dread sat deep in your stomach and destroyed your earlier appetite for a home cooked meal. Setting your plate down, you took a deep breath in anticipation of what he was going to say next. You had to give it to him, ending this over his beloved aunt’s recipe was a new low in your experience of rejections.

“Sure.” Was the only response you could muster without it sounding like you were dying inside at the very notion Peter could end all of this.

“Well, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, right?”

Oh God. This really was it. Now was the time for the usual chat. He’d come out with some drawl about how even though you had spent every day together, ate together, slept together, treated each other like boyfriend and girlfriend, that it was of course, casual and you were irrational to think anything different. In the heat of the moment, frenzied by embarrassment, you’d agree and tell him you’d even prefer to be friends. Then over the coming months, the dejection would slowly eat away at you as you’d overanalyse the memories and consider what you should have looked for to ascertain that this would never be a serious relationship. Good enough for a fling, but not quite enough for a substantive commitment.

It was going to be a long and lonely winter.

“Yeah, two and a half months to be exact.” You stated, as if for a court record to build your case on just how much of your time he had wasted before he was about to throw this genuine and beautiful connection away. Peter merely chuckled at your matter-of-fact manner, oblivious to your serious tone.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfriend?” He asked nervously, watching you with a hopeful smile.

Admittedly, your reaction was in fact, irrational.

“Sorry, WHAT?!” You yelled back, so taken aback by the question. It was what you wanted to hear but not at all what you expected.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Peter tried to explain, clearly self-conscious by his choice of timing and now considering what seemed to be a real possibility of you rejecting him. “I just thought that I really love what we have and I wanted to make it official but if you feel differently then-“

You cut him off before he could go any further by lunging over and wrapping your arms round his neck tightly. You held him like he would disappear if you let go. The longer you held on, the more tangible his question became and the more likely you were being validated that this whole thing wasn’t just a one-sided and bittersweet liaison, doomed to fail from the beginning.

Peter chuckled, managing to set his plate down on the coffee table, despite you clinging on to him like a koala. He settled back against the couch, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly while you sat still, completely incapable of letting go.

“So… is that a yes?” Peter asked with slight concern in his voice as he tried to measure how long you had been silent for.

“Of course, it’s a yes! I thought you were going to end this!” You confessed. Peter frowned at your response, unsure where you could ever have gotten that idea from. He had tried so hard to not be one of those asshole guys and not lead you on. He started to question whether he should have done anything differently.

“Why would you think that?” His question came with a sweet kiss to your temple. Despite you holding him hostage with a cuddle, he seemed quite content.

The heat of embarrassment claimed your cheeks causing you to nuzzle your face into his neck. This should have been a really happy and carefree moment between you both, and hopefully the beginning of many years together. Yet, your insecurities and past emotional injuries had tainted this.

Perhaps, sharing your intense fear and feelings was going to be too much for Peter. Still, if he was going to be in a relationship with you, he ought to know the truth.

“I just…” You began, sitting back to look him in the eye. “I just never get asked that question.”  

Peter looked at you with a mixture of surprise and sadness. His eyebrows furrowed in contemplation and he let out a silent “oh”. At first, you thought he was pitying you but then you came to realise that he was just appreciating how big of a deal this was for you.

“I always seem to be the practise run or the casual fling. I never seem to be enough to be the girlfriend. You know?” At this, Peter nodded silently and reached his hand out for you to hold which you gladly took.

“And with you, I’ve been trying so hard not to get overexcited or put too much pressure on you but I really like you, Peter! I’ve been terrified that you’ve wanted to end this for a while now.” You explained further, watching him get confused.

“What did I do that made you think that?” Peter mumbled, his own fears and guilt setting into him. He had been trying so hard to let people in and to think that he was potentially failing was more than a tough pill to swallow.

“Nothing.” You said simply, because it was the truth. He had done nothing wrong.

“It’s just, I let you into my apartment, which was supposed to be just mine. I talked to you about Aunt May, which was really hard for me but I trusted you with it. I… I fell asleep on you. I felt safe enough with you to sleep soundly. I just don’t think I could have done anymore to let you know I was interested.”

The lump in Peter’s throat was evident with his words. This poor, sweet boy had no idea that this was so much bigger than him. It was an injury to your very being that had attached itself to you for all time coming. In truth, Peter had opened up to you and had let you in. On the other hand, all of those boys had done the same thing. They fed you with private and emotional insights then cut off the supply when you dared tried to establish a deeper emotional connection. How were you to tell the difference? 

“Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just, not all guys are as genuine as you. They mess with our heads and then call us crazy.” You explained calmly, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles lightly. The words took purchase in Peter’s body and he nodded at you, slightly embarrassed.

“I am sorry you’ve been through that. I just really liked you and wanted to let you in. I have meant it all and I’d really like for you to be my girlfriend.” He smiled, reaching his other hand out to caress your cheekbone. An excited and surprise giggle escaped your lips.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Peter.” You leaned in and kissed him deeply, putting your hands on his cheeks. His hands found your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap. You gladly obliged, not once breaking the kiss. It wasn’t catching fire in a jar. Rather, it was gathering water that easily streamed into the jar – filling it up and adapting to the shape of its keeper without any threat of burning or melting; secured simply with a screw top lid. It was different, fresh and easy.

“Okay,” Peter chuckled as he finally pulled away from the kiss. “Can you please let me know if I made a good job of dinner?”

“Sure thing, boyfriend.” You grinned, giving his lips one last peck before leaning back and retrieving your neglected plate from the table. It was starting to get cold but that didn’t matter. You were going to give it a glowing review anyway.

You draped the blanket over the two of you and cuddled into him, no longer afraid to show him just how keen you were. He hummed happily at this, turning to gently kiss your temple. Your mind and body relaxed, content in the knowledge that you need not tread carefully around your Peter.

Finally, someone genuine.

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[cypherverze]

CHAPTER SEVEN

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

You can access the previous chapter here: Chapter Six | Series Masterlist Access

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: After arriving in Venice, Italy to meet the one and only Nick Fury who had asked for your assistance in the current mission, you find it really hard to trust the person that you’re helping.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! here’s chapter seven. sorry it took some time to be posted, i was just not really feeling well. not feeling well in life and general, i had also decided to cross post this on my wattpad account. the next chapter will be taking a long time to be posted since i’ll be posting the rest of the chapters on my wattpad account. if you want to check it out in wattpad, my username is @/cypherverze. i tweaked the movie, if you had noticed. i think that this will be a long series story, since a lot of stuff will be happening.

please excuse the typos if ever you found any. likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated. thank you so much for liking and supporting my work!

REMINDERS: this story is pure fiction. i do not own the characters of avengers, spider-man, and john wick franchise. this work is originally written by the author (me), please do not copy or repost my work in other platforms.

WARNINGS: foul language, mention of guns and death

WORD COUNT: 5,600

You bid Happy goodbye and stepped out of the private jet, you had your cases and duffel bag with you, and you’re already wearing the mask that Tony had made. Happy will be going back to New York for the meantime, leaving you in Italy with Fury’s guidance. But he made sure that you’ll call him the moment that the mission is over, since he doesn’t want to face Tony’s wrath. You made your way towards a corner, in one of the alley, and saw Fury waiting for you.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Fury said, looking at you unamused.

“Isn’t this a SHIELD agenda? You remember that I don’t want to get involve in any other way with your business. So if I’m going to be assisting you with something, the mask stays.” Fury nodded at you, “So what do you need me for?”

“We can discuss it further later on. Follow me, and let’s get you settled in. We need to pick someone up right after.” You nodded and followed Fury in an alley, leading into an underground cave.

“Huh, it’s cool that you had built a makeshift camp here. Looks so neat.” You looked around the cave in fascination.

When you entered, you saw Maria Hill and Dmitri nodding at you as a greeting. You dropped your stuff on the ground, and you noticed a person that’s wearing a golden armor with a pink cape and a fishbowl helmet, which is you find a bit odd. You tilted your head a bit, looking at the weird person, until the fishbowl helmet came off, revealing a man. He walked towards you and Fury, introducing himself to you.

“Hi, I’m Quentin Beck, you can just call me Quentin.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

Somehow you got the feeling that this man cannot be trusted, you feel iffy about him. Your intuition is never wrong, you always go with your intuition and never doubting it. But for the sake of humanity’s safety, you’ll give this man the benefit of the doubt and just keep everything to yourself for the meantime. Besides, you can’t really accuse him of something without any proof, you’ll look like a fool if you accuse him of being suspicious as your reason, but nevertheless, you’re onto him. He’s a good looking man, you’ll give him that, but you’ll be watching him like a hawk.

“Thalia.” You said as you grabbed his hand and shook it.

Like hell you’ll tell this man your real name, he already gives you an off vibe. There’s no way in hell this man would find out your real name. Fury had also smiled softly at you, he knew very well how little you trust other people, especially people that you had just met that had set you off in a not pleasant way.

“You can take off your mask.” He turned to you.

“Thank you, but the mask stays.” Fury can’t do anything about it, so he respected your decision and just nodded.

“Thalia here will be assisting us on this mission and will be helping me in bringing in the last person that will help us.”

You got settle in and fixed your things in a corner, you loaded up a few gun and tucked them under your coat. You had also been briefed of what is currently happening and what you all are up against—elementals. After the quick briefing, Fury had called for you, and motioned you to follow him, the both of you exiting the cave and heading to towards the boat that you’ll be riding to pickup the person that he metioned earlier.

“Here, you’ll be needing this.” Fury said as he handed you a tranquilizer gun and grabbed it, placing it inside your coat.

You both arrived at the hotel and head down the boat, you two entered the hotel where Peter and the rest of the class had been staying in. The hotel was kind of a bit flooded inside, where anyone can possibly get a leptospirosis if someone is stupid enough to walk barefoot inside—you can’t help but shiver at the thought. You were able to get across the water by walking on the wooden plank that had been placed by the hotel’s management.

There was no sign yet of the class being back, so you assumed that they’re still outside exploring the area. The person at the reception area hadn’t noticed you coming in as well since the person was too busy doing something to notice you, probably noting that you’re a guest that had been checked in. Fury already knew which room that Peter was staying in, and he had motioned you to unlock the door, both letting yourselves inside.

Fury sat on the couch that was near the door and you stood beside him. The area where the couch was placed is a bit dark, so no one will notice the both of you when people come in. You were just observing the room, taking in the slightly dingy place, when you heard series of voices right outside of the room, notifying you and Fury that they are already here.

“What are you gonna do about the water monster?” The voice was a bit muffled, but you knew that it was Ned talking.

“Nothing. It’s dead, and besides, that Mysterio guy’s all over it. Look, I just wanna spend some time with MJ. We were talking about Paris, and I think she really likes me.” Peter’s voice became louder as he and Ned approached and entered the room.

“That’s nice. Reminds me of when Betty and I first fell in love. I had just finished my fruit cobbler, right, and-“

Before Ned can finish what he’s saying, you had shot him right in the neck with the tranquilizer, causing him to immediately fall on the floor. You put back the tranquilizer gun inside your coat.

“You’re a very difficult person to contact, Spider-man.” Fury said, as Peter turned towards the both of you, eye widened in shock.

“You’re Nick Fury…and your agent just shot Ned.” Peter said in disbelief.

You walked towards Ned and lifted him up, with Peter helping you and placing Ned right on the bed. You didn’t notice that Peter had recognized your watch, the watch your father always wear, and now you always wear—that’s when he realized that it was actually you. You went back to Fury’s side and just stood there, staring at Peter.

Peter wondered what you were doing—being with Nick Fury of all people. He’s aware that SHIELD knows you, but he doesn’t know how deep that goes and the close bond you share with Nick Fury. He knows very well your stance against being involved with anyone, especially the avengers, and now with SHIELD.

“Thalia, meet spider-man. Spider-man, meet Thalia.” Fury introduced you both, and you nod at Peter. “Thalia had shot Ned with a mild tranquilizer, he’ll be all right. It is good to finally meet you.”

“Uh, you too.” Peter replied nervously.

“But enough with the introductions, I know that you know me, and the important thing is you’re here. I tried to bring you here but avoided me, and now you’re here. What a coincidence.”

“Wait. Was this a coincidence?” Peter looked at Fury, an eyebrow raised at him.

“I don’t really appreciate it when someone dodges my calls, especially knowing that the one’s dodging my calls is a high school kid. Let me give you a quick run through of what had happened—a week ago, a village in Mexico was wiped out by a cyclone, witnesses say that the cyclone had a face. Three days later, a similar event in Morocco. A village was-“

Fury was cut off when someone knocked on the door, you quickly pulled out your gun pointing it at the door. This time, it was not the tranquilizer anymore, but already an actual gun that can really kill. You kept your gaze remained at Peter, and you saw the panic flashed in his eyes. The one who opened the door was Mr. Harrington, peeking his head inside the room.

“Just making the rounds, see if anyone needs any counseling after today’s traumatic events.” Harrington said.

“No, we’ll be okay! We’re fine. Thank you.” Peter quickly said.

“Great, because I’m not qualified to actually…” He turned his attention towards the bed and saw Ned already sleeping, “Oh, he’s passed out. I’m not qualified to do it anyways, so good night.” Harrington decided to leave and closed the door.

“That was my teacher. Sorry about that. You were saying?” Peter let out a nervous laugh.

“A village was destroyed by what may well be another world threatening-“ Fury was cut off again. Your gun still pointed at the door, never once put it down.

“Babe, you still awake?” You had recognized the voice, it was Betty Brant. “You’re not answering any of my texts.”

You can’t really miss that voice, especially when it’s the one you always hear when you arrive at school and walking along the hallways. The voice was a bit muffled because the sound is being blocked by the door, but you can hear it clearly enough to recognize the owner of the voice.

Who the hell is she calling babe? It’s certainly not Peter.

Then you turn your gaze at Ned’s passed out figure, your eyes widen at the sudden realization.

“Umm, he’s asleep, Betty.”

Betty was calling Ned, babe?! Since when did those two got together?!

“Oh, already?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” You heard Betty leave the door.

“That’s why it’s imperative-“ Fury was cut off, again. You can already feel the frustration radiating off of him, he’s about to flip the fuck out, but you held back his shoulders with your free hand.

“Hey, boys. So that canal water today was filled with dangerous bacteria.” This time, it was Mr. Dell.

“Another person touches that door, Thalia won’t hesitate to shoot them, and you and I are going to end up attending a funeral.” Fury finally having none of it, and stood up. “Suit up.” He firmly said.

“Let me know if you develop vomiting.” Mr. Dell had retreated from the door.

Fury opened the door, and as you were about to follow him, you felt Peter gently grabbed your wrist, and stopping you from following Fury.

“(Y/N), please help me out. I promised myself that I won’t be doing any superhero stuff while on this trip.” He pleaded, “Please. I just really wanted to enjoy this trip without being Spider-man, and I want to seize every moment with MJ.”

You deactivated your mask and stared directly at Peter’s eyes for a while. Goddamn those cute brown eyes—but you quickly snapped yourself back to reality, trying not to get cave into those brown eyes. You do really want to help him out, but you can’t. It’s you versus Nick Fury, and the best choice is that you should pick is Fury. You don’t want to be on the man’s bad side.

“Peter.” You firmly said and sighed, “I’m really sorry…I really do want to help you and be able to enjoy the trip with MJ, but I can’t help you on this one, my hands are tied. Just do what Nick asks of you, and if you do it, the sooner you can finish and spend time with MJ. But until then, you have no choice but to follow him.” You look at him one last time and activated your mask.

You closed the door as you exit the room, and leaned on one of the walls, waiting for Peter to get suited up. Fury was already downstairs, waiting for the both of you by the reception area. You snapped your attention towards the door and saw Peter came out, you motioned him to follow you. You both walked down the flight of stairs towards the reception area in silence, not uttering any word to each other.

The both of you quickly followed Fury towards a boat that was waiting for the three of you by the canals. Fury took control of the both as both you and Peter sat at the back, by the edge of the boat. You deactivated your mask to get some fresh air and maybe enjoy the view that Venice offers during the nighttime.

“Didn’t know you work with SHIELD now.” Peter initiated a conversation.

“I’m not.” He looked at you in confusion, “You do know that I sometimes lend my assistance to the avengers, and that also counts in Fury.” Peter nodded at your reply.

“What’s with the mask and Nick Fury calling you Thalia? Is that kind of your superhero name now?” You laughed at Peter’s response.

“You know very well that I’m far from being a superhero, Peter. I asked uncle Tony to make me this mask, he doesn’t really know the purpose of the mask that he’s making for me, but he knows that I’ll use this mask to get those people that are all after me off of my trail. I’ll be using this as well whenever someone from the team or Nick Fury asks for my assistance. Double purpose.” You chuckled.

“As for Thalia? Hmm, it’s really because of this mask,” You showed Peter. The mask can also be activated without it being attached to the face, “This is the mask of comedy, I assume that you have a knowledge of it. Mask of comedy and tragedy are a symbol of theater—the mask of comedy is known as Thalia, she’s the-“

“The muse of comedy and idyllic poetry. Never really pinned you as a theater girl.” Peter turned and smiled at you, “And with a bit of few stuff that I knew about you, I was expecting for you to pick mask of tragedy.”

“Well, what can I say? There are still a lot of stuff you really don’t know about me, Peter.” You said as you look softly at him.

“In the months that had passed of getting to know you, I do know the basics—how Mr. Stark is your uncle, that your parents are no longer with you. But other than that, I don’t know other deep stuff about you. Why’s that?”

“Why is what?” You looked at him confused.

“Why do you keep people at arm’s length.”

“Ah. It’s better if you knew little stuff about me and you know, less is better. Besides, can’t let people be too attached to me. You don’t have to worry though, you’re a good friend Peter.”

You scoffed at the word friend in your head. You knew that Peter has a lot of questions, but before he can ask them, Fury had announced that you already arrived at the location. You placed back the chip behind your ear and activated your mask. You two followed Fury off the both and walked towards the alley where you had just been earlier, walking through the corridors of the underground vault.

“You can lose the mask, everyone has seen you with it.” Peter looked at you, but you are already looking at him, knowing that Fury was talking about him and not you, “You’d be feigning anonymity and breathing through spandex for no good reason.” You chuckled, you certainly aren’t the one wearing a spandex.

“Piece of advice, don’t trust someone too much because I know you tend to do the a lot and getting hurt right after.” You whispered at Peter, and catching up right after Fury. He just looked at you confused, didn’t know the meaning of what you had just said.

Peter stopped on his tracks and removed the mask, you can’t help but notice the exhaustion masking his face. He began examining the makeshift camp that had been put up by Fury and his team, before Fury calls for him. Deeper inside the cave, the place was loaded with a bunch of spy equipment, hardware, computers and whatnot. It’s basically sort of a special operations covert spy base.

“Over there, we have Maria Hill.” Fury began introducing the team to Peter, and Maria was operating a computer, sparing Peter little attention, “This is Dmitri,” Dmitri, the Russian that was sitting next to Maria, had cocked a crossbow. You noticed that Peter got scared a bit, causing you to let out a quiet chuckle.

“And this is Mr. Beck.” Fury had pointed to a man clad in a gold armor with a pink cape.

“Mysterio?” Peter asked in confusion, he was wondering why Mysterio is there.

“What?” Beck replied.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s just what my friends have been calling you.”

“Well, you can call me Quentin.” Beck stretched out a hand towards Peter and shook their hands, “You handled yourself well out there today. I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world.”

As the two of them converse, you can’t help but observe Beck intently. The odd feeling that you had felt inside of you before, came crawling back again to resurface. You really can’t find any reason at all to trust the man.

“Thanks.” Peter said, but suddenly realizing what Beck had said, “I’m sorry, your world?”

“Mr. Beck is from earth. Just not yours.” Fury explained.

“There are multiple realities, Peter. This is earth dimension 616. I’m from earth 833.”

Beck had positioned himself behind a table, Fury and Peter following him. You just stayed behind Fury, listening silently in the conversation. You just leaned on the wall, observing everything, noticing a bit of mannerisms from every person that is with you in the room, and taking a mental note of it. Those mannerisms can be useful when things go wrong and can use it to your advantage.

“Sorry, you’re saying there’s a multiverse? I thought that was theoretical. That changes how we understand the initial singularity.” Fury and Maria turned towards Peter, a bit confused.

You smiled softly at Peter. You really like it when he babbles stuff, it’s kind lf endearing for you whenever Peter get a bit excited and began spewing information that you even have no idea of. You like watching Peter be in his element where he thrives, you always learn new things through him.

“Your crush is showing and you’re drooling.” Maria said and smirked at she passed by you.

“I am not!” You whisper-yelled at Maria.

“We’re talking about an eternal inflation system. How does that even work with all the quantum? It’s insane.” Peter noticed that Fury and Maria was looking at him with exasperation, “Sorry. It’s really cool.” He apologized quickly. Noticed that he got a bit excited.

“Don’t even apologize for being the smartest one in the room.” Peter smiled broadly at Beck, a bit flattered. Fury scoffing faintly.

“Anyway.” Maria said, as she triggers a holographic projection of the elementals and their origins.

“They were born in stable orbits within black holes. Creatures formed from the primary elements—air, water, fire, and earth. The science division had a technical name. We just called them elementals.” Beck began explaining.

“Versions of them exist across our mythologies.” Maria added.

“Turns out, the myths are real.” Beck supporting what Maria had just said.

“Like Thor. Thor was a myth, now I study him in my physics class.”

“These myths are threats.” Fury chimed in on the conversation.

“They first materialized on my earth many years ago.” A holographic 3D model of Beck’s earth flashed, “We mobilized and fought them, but with each battle, they grew, got stronger. I was part of the last battalion left trying to stop them.”

A wave of fire being shown on the holographic slowly engulfed the planet’s surface, rendering it a barren and charred wasteland.

“All we did was delay the inevitable.” Beck added.

“The elementals are here now, attacking the same coordinates. Our satellites confirm it.” Maria said.

“So thanks Mr. Beck for destroying the other three. There’s only one left—fire.” Fury said.

“The strongest of them all. The one that destroyed my earth. It’s the one that took my family.” Beck said with sadness in his voice.

You rolled your eyes at Beck’s piss poor story, which surely you’re not buying at all. You literally can see through the man, you had taken note of the mannerisms that you had observed from Beck that he does unconsciously, and the wedding ring on Beck’s ring finger was not helping at all.

“I’m sorry.” You heard Peter say.

“It will be in Prague in approximately forty-eight hours.” Maria updated.

“We have one mission, and that is to kill it.” Fury firmly said, turning his attention towards Peter, “And you’re coming with us.”

“I’m sorry, did you say Prague?” Peter glances at you, then at Maria. He’s uncertain whether he had heard Maria right or not, “Um, Mr. Fury, this is all seems like bigtime, you know, huge superhero kind of stuff. And I mean, I’m just a friendly neighborhood spider-man, sir.”

“Bitch please.” Fury was having none of it.

“Sir come on, there’s gotta be someone else you can use. What about the avengers?” Peter turned to look at you, asking silently for some help, but you just shrug your shoulders.

“The avengers are all unavailable right now, they are away on a mission. They can’t be on both places at once.”

“Sir, look, I really wanna help. I do. But if my aunt finds out I left my class trip, she’s gonna kill me.” Peter explained, “And if I’m seen like this in Europe, after the Washington Monument, my class will figure out who I am then, and then the whole world will figure out who I am, and then I’m done.”

“Okay. I understand.” Fury said, which made Peter a bit taken back.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Why don’t you get back before your teachers, who miss you, become suspicious.” Fury smiled knowingly, “Thalia, Dmitri. Take him back to the hotel, please.” He turned to you and you nodded. You straightened yourself, walking towards the exit of the cave, waiting for Peter. Dmitri had already exited the cave, preparing the boat.

“Thank you, Mr. Fury, and good luck.” He prepares to leave, walking past Beck.

“See you, kid.” Beck bid him goodbye.

“Yeah, see you.” Peter replied, “Bye, ma’am.” Bidding goodbye to Maria as well.

Peter walked towards you and you both went out. Heading towards the boat, you sat at the end of the boat again, with Peter sitting right beside you.

“You do know that I can’t help you guys on this one, right?” Peter began speaking, you just listened to him, “I only get one shot to be with MJ, one chance to level up my relationship, and I don’t want to mess it up. I have been planning it the whole trip.” He sighed.

“I know, you’ve said it a bunch of times now, Pete. So many times that my ears are about to fall off.” You joked, “Nick won’t ask for you if you can’t handle the situation. He trusts you, y’know. He sees your potential.”

“I really do want to help, but I can’t.”

“Yeah. You’ve alredy made that clear back at the camp, we can’t really do anything about it now, huh.”

The boat stopped right in front of the hotel. You watched Peter as he got up from the seat and prepared to leave the boat, when he looked at you. Following his actions, he opened his arms, motioning you to go in for a hug.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you soon, probably when we get back in New York.” Peter said as he break the hug.

“Yeah. You go ahead now, have a good night, Peter.” He nodded, “Good luck with MJ.” You sat beside Dmitri as he drove back to the place.

You knew very well that Fury was planning something under his sleeves the moment you saw him smiled. Peter may haven’t noticed Fury’s smile, but you did. You know damn well that Fury won’t take no for an answer, you can confirm that he’s cooking up something for sure.

The whole class was now waiting outside of the hotel for the teachers, they are now getting ready to head to their next country for the school trip, which is Paris—the one that Peter had been looking forward to the most.

“Hey man, are you sure you’re good?” Peter checked up on Ned, following the recent event that happened last night.

“Oh, dude, I’m fine.” Ned assured him.

“Okay. Nice.” Peter was still worried about Ned.

“Okay, don’t worry. Seriously—getting tranq’d in the neck by Nick Fury, probably the coolest thing that ever happened to me anyway.”

“It was his agent that shot you.”

“Still, the orders had been from Nick Fury. So it still cool.”

“It is pretty awesome. Yeah. I’m happy I don’t have to go to Prague.” Then the both of them perform their high-five combo.

“Seriously.”

Mr. Harrington walked out of the hotel, walking past Peter and Ned, and gathering all of the students.

“Good news. We’re going to Prague, huh?” Mr. Harrington announced.

“What? What?!” Peter grasped his hair in frustration.

“Yeah. Tour company just called, and they upgraded us. You should’ve heard me on the phone with them. I really gave them hell.”

“All I heard was crying.” Mr. Dell chimed in.

Mr. Harrington had guided the class towards the direction of where a bus was waiting for them. Dmitri and you are waiting by the entrance of the bus, just waiting for the whole class to board. You were standing there, with your arms crossed on your chest, and wearing your usual whole black outfit—black turtle neck, pants, trench coat, and combat boots. You saw Peter looked at you in disbelief.

“Look at our upgraded ride.” Mr. Harrington said excitedly and you heard a few amazed comments from the students.

“I’m impressed, Mr. Harrington.” Mr. Dell said.

“Oh, come on.” Peter said in exasperation, Ned turning to look at him.

“Peter, w-what’s going on?”

“I think Nick Fury just hijacked our summer vacation, and that’s the one who shot you.” Peter whisper yelled at Ned, and pointed at you.

Mr. Harrington had walked towards you and Dmitri. Introducing himself, but Dmitri remained stoic, but you decided that you’ll be doing the talking to make everyone feel at ease, it’s already weird enough that you’re there with your mask on. The students began piling up inside the bus, it didn’t take any long for the bus to be filled, and you were the last one to enter the bus, following Dmitri. You had sat on the first seat, and began talking to Dmitri a little bit, but your conversation was in Russian, to avoid from being eavesdropped. The both of you would sometimes talk back in the underground camp in Venice, he’s a nice guy, and he has became a brother figure to you.

“Yo, what’s up, Flash Mob? It’s your boy, the big F, cruising through the Alps with my private driver, Dmitri and bodyguard, Thalia.”

Flash had been on livestream ever since the school trip began, and now that you had witnessed it yourself, Flash had never failed to annoy you so much, even back in school. You had been holding everything back from punching his throat to shut up.

“Этот парень когда-нибудь затыкается? Этот парень действительно раздражает меня до чертиков. Я хочу проткнуть ему горло.” You murmured, making Dmitri laugh.

“Почему бы тебе не попробовать, ребенок?”

“Я бы буквально хотел, но не хочу оказаться в тюрьме.” You shrugged, Dmitri just chuckled and turned his attention back on the road.

Meanwhile, Peter was reading an article called “Top 10 Romantic Places in Prague” at his seat, and occasionally glancing at MJ then at you. He wants to move seats, beside you, to ask you what had just happened. He thought that Fury had already understood and agreed that he won’t be able to help on this mission, which he had already made clear a few times. After a few hours of being on the road, Dmitri stops at a gas station.

“Petrol and toilets. Ten minutes!” Dmitri opened the door of the bus, you got out first and the students followed. He motioned you to wait for Peter to come down and direct him to the house that he needs to be in.

“Except you, big guy. You go through there.” You immediately grabbed Peter’s shoulder as soon as he stepped down of the bus.

“W-What?” You put an arm around Peter’s shoulder and walked with him towards the house, opening the door and gently shoving him inside.

You distanced yourself from the house, standing by the bus entrance and watching the house where Peter was in. You saw that Brent Davis had accidentally opened the house that Peter was in. You quickly went towards the house, standing behind Brent unnoticed, you were also able to hear the whole ordeal. Brent had just taken a photo of Peter, almost naked and had threatened Peter that he’ll show the photo to MJ. When Brent had turned around, he collided with your figure. You were standing behind him, arms crossed on your chest in an intimidating stature.

“She deserves what truth?” You eyed him, you voice had intimidated Brent.

“N-Nothing.” You put your hand out to him, motioning him to give his phone to you, “W-What, you can’t do that.”

“I can. You has just taken a photo of someone without their consent and had threatened them to send it to someone. If I were you, I would hand in the phone.”

Brent handed you his phone in defeat, he doesn’t want to anger you any longer. Which is a good choice, because it certainly won’t end well, you don’t want to choke hold or threaten the boy with a knife to his throat. You went through Brent’s phone gallery and deleted the photo of Peter almost naked, and deleted as well the photo from the deleted photos section. You also did a quick background check in case he had stashed a copy of the photo. Once it is cleared, you handed the phone back to Brent, and he quickly left to go back to the bus.

Peter was already looking at you, and he thanked you silently, you nodded back at him. You closed the door, this time you’re guarding the door to avoid what had happened earlier from happening again. Both teachers had called for the students, ten minutes had already passed, ushering them back inside the bus. You were the last one again to enter the bus, turning towards your usual seat, you saw that Peter was sitting on the vacant space on your seat. You tilted your head at him, wondering what he’s doing in your seat, and gave you an awkward wave. You sighed and sat beside him.

“What are you doing in my seat?” You said in monotone.

“H-Hey, I just wanted to thank you for what you did earlier with Brent.” Peter scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, it’s no problem. Who would want their photos to be taken without any consent and be used as a threat.” You shrugged, “Even I wouldn’t want that.”

“Y-Yeah.” Peter muttered, “Thanks again.”

“Well you go enjoy the trip while it last, because as soon as we arrive in Prague, real shit will start.” You leaned back in your seat and decided to closed your eyes and get some rest.

“Do you mind me sitting beside you until we arrive?” Peter turned to look at you, but you just remained in your position.

You were about to ask Peter if he can go back to his original seat, but you don’t want to be rude, and he had beat you to it. Besides, it’s the closest that you can get with Peter.

“Sure, knock yourself out. Just don’t get your drool all over me when you fall asleep.” You chuckled.

After another hour of being on the road, the bus stopped at a luxurious hotel where the class are designated to stay for the whole duration of the trip, or maybe at least Peter had finished the mission. Everyone had exited the bus, except for you and Dmitri, you’ll need to report back to Fury, make sure that everyone had arrived safely at the destination. Peter was the last one to exit the bus, he looked back at you.

“Aren’t you coming?” Peter asked, “Y’know to keep an eye on something?” He added, and you chuckled at him.

“Nah. We need to report back to Nick, and besides, I’ll be seeing you later again in a few hours. Make sure to answer their call this time, Maria and Nick will be checking in on you.” You said.

“A-Alright then.” Peter got down on the bus, looking at you one last time and waving goodbye before following the rest of the class.

“Ребенок, это тот мальчик, о котором ты упоминал раньше? Мальчик, в которого ты влюблен?” Dmitri turned to you, as he closes the bus.

“Да, но это просто глупая влюбленность. Он смотрит на другую девушку.”

You shrug and just sat on one of the seat, looking out at the window. Dmitri decided not to comment on it anymore and just drove back to where Fury had set his camp.

TRANSLATIONS:

“Этот парень когда-нибудь затыкается? Этот парень действительно раздражает меня до чертиков. Я хочу проткнуть ему горло.” - Does this guy ever shut up? This guy really annoys the shit out of me. I want to punch his throat.

“Почему бы тебе не попробовать, ребенок?” - Why don’t you give it a try, kid?

“Я бы буквально хотел, но не хочу оказаться в тюрьме.” - I literally would, but don’t want to end up in jail.

“Ребенок, это тот мальчик, о котором ты упоминал раньше? Мальчик, в которого ты влюблен?” - Kid, is that the boy you mentioned before? The boy you’re in love with?

“Да, но это просто глупая влюбленность. Он смотрит на другую девушку.” - Yeah. But it’s just a silly crush. He has his eyes set on a different girl.

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getaway town ✧ t. holland series

genre: summer love, strangers to lovers, domestic/fluff, mutual pining, light smut

pairing: actor!tom holland x female!reader

summary: tom needs time away from the city and a break from acting so, he travels to a nice lake house in upstate new york for the rest of the summer (without having his cover blown). he finds the peace and quiet refreshing, along with his trips to the local market where he's met with a beautiful smile from the girl behind the register.

status: posting every friday night! eastern time.

a/n: this fic series was inspired by songs from taylor swift’s 1989 album (tbh). i didn’t listen to her before, but this album was such a summer vibe that it gave me ideas to think of something like this ♡

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chapter three

chapter four

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Just Another Trope || T.H

college!tom x reader

Chapter 5: Friends to…

Synopsis: You and Tom finally discuss that night.

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It’s been three days since you and Tom shared your heated kiss. You’re not proud to admit that you’ve been avoiding him since that happened.

In some karmic way, a good night’s sleep has been avoiding you for the same amount of time. The butterflies in your stomach drown in guilt. How could you kiss Tom knowing you have feelings for someone else? Unless… maybe your feelings for Harry aren’t as strong as you thought they were.

You can’t seem to shake the warm feeling that surges through your chest when you think of Tom’s lips pressing against yours. The way his hands roamed around your body so confidently made you feel desired. It made you feel safe. Not to mention the entire day he planned perfectly, just for you. He’s made you feel things that no one else has. But was any of that real to him? Do you really feel that way or are you deprived of affection?

You’ve never been so horribly thrown for a loop. You have always been the smart kid, you can figure out anything within minutes. Unfortunately, there are no textbooks or lessons on how to decipher your feelings. There technically is, but can you really afford a therapist? With a groan, you roll over to check your phone after another restless night.

“Fuck!” You shout.

Your philosophy class starts in 5 minutes. You spring out of bed and grab your backpack, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. It was relatively vacant everywhere you turned, considering only maniacs like yourself take morning classes.

Every step you take hurts your feet since you didn’t stop to put on shoes, but you continue to run as fast as you can through all the sticks and leaves. You manage to turn what’s usually a 15 minute walk into a 3 minute run. You burst through the doors of the building and quickly round a corner, your socks causing you to drift because of the momentum.

A handful of people walk past you in the opposite direction. You ignore their strange looks and continue to zigzag through them all. Right as the classroom door was finally in sight, you feel a familiar arm wrap around your waist.

“Woah there, speed racer. I didn’t realize track tryouts were today.” Tom chuckles.

You push yourself out of his hold and keep on fast walking towards the door, “Not now Tom, I’m late for class.”

“Class is cancelled today. The professor is out sick.” He finally chooses to inform you.

The exhaustion must still be weighing on you as it was hard to process what Tom just said. You furrow your brows, glancing between him and the door.

“But she never cancels without emailing us.” You insist, still confused and now a little worried.

Just then, your phone chimes and you see the professor’s notification. Of course you would get the email later than everyone else. You let out a huff, still a bit shaky from the abrupt adrenaline rush. As you reel yourself back to reality, you begin to notice the snickers from the some of the students passing by. The snickers coming from Jamie, to be more specific, along with two guys from the soccer team. You can’t remember their names.

“Hey, Tommy!” She gushes. “Y/n. Nice…pjs.” Jamie laughs again.

The taller, more lean boy with chestnut colored hair practically undresses you with his eyes. You suddenly become increasingly aware that you’re wearing a rather revealing tank top. You cross your arms over your chest in order to shield yourself the best you can.

“Yeah, really nice.” He comments with a wink.

Before a grimace can entirely cover your face, Tom steps in between you and the other three. He gives the taller boy a warning shove, “Stop looking at her.” He growls in a voice so low you would think he’s a completely different person.

“Sorry.” The boy cowers as his friend chuckles nervously beside him, making sure he also keeps his eyes on anything but you. “It was just a joke.”

“Yeah.” Tom muttered, clearly unconvinced. With his fists balled, he slowly backs towards you enough so that he’s guarding your body with his.

“What do you assholes want?” Tom spits.

The two boys glance at each other and seem to telepathically agree not to mutter another word. They both silently avert their eyes to their shoes.

A scoff comes from Jamie as she steps a little closer to Tom with a wide grin so fake you can buy it at a grocery store. Her eyes flicker to you. For a slight second, you can see the pure hatred she has reserved for you set ablaze in her eyes. You turn your attention to another group of students on the opposite end of the hallway, hoping she won’t talk to you.

“We were just discussing your big playoffs celebration! The boys over at Phi Beta Sigma agreed to let us use their place for the party.” She explains.

“Don’t we have to actually win and get into the playoffs first before we can celebrate that?” Tom grumbles.

Jamie chuckles awkwardly, expecting Tom to be as excited as they were. “Um well yeah, silly. We just want to be prepared. There’s no doubt we’ll advance tonight, if you’re on the field.” She bats her eyes.

Tom instinctively looks at you for reassurance, knowing that whether or not he’s playing in the big game depends on his grades. You smile softly at him and give him to slightest encouraging nod.

“You will be on the field, right?” Jamie speaks up again, “Or is tutoring not going so well.” Her eyes are back on you.

This girl is starting to wear your patience thin. She has no right to be passive aggressive towards you just because she has a little crush on Tom. You want to say something to her so badly, but you know that’s a battle you couldn’t win. As always, you stand there in silence, momentarily satisfied knowing that her brain would implode if she ever found out about what you and Tom did the other night.

“Shit. We still need to talk about that.” You think to yourself.

“Y/n is an amazing tutor. I’ll be fine.” Tom defends you, despite not being too confident in himself. A rush of heat simmers your cheeks, especially after watching him get so protective over you. You’re thankful he knows when you’re too anxious to speak for yourself.

With her Malibu Barbie smile still pinned on her lips, Jamie nods curtly in your direction, “Let’s hope so.”

“Well if you’ll excuse us, that’s actually what were on our way to do— study. So uh…” Tom trails off, wishing they would take the hint already and leave you two alone.

“Oh. Okay. Well, I’ll see you tonight, Tommy.” Jamie says as she rubs Tom’s bicep. She yanks him down to her height and begins to whisper something in his ear.

You physically can’t stop the expression on your face when you witness this. Goosebumps spread up and down his arms as she smirks and pulls away. Tom doesn’t say a word, but you can see the tips of his ears turning bright red as he clears his throat continuously. It’s taking everything in you to convince yourself that you don’t care.

Jamie makes a loud popping sound with her lips as the two boys snicker behind her. “Bye Y/n. I’m glad to see the bruises are clearing up.” She snarks, referring to the two black eyes that she gave you.

You roll your eyes, but don’t say anything. Instead you let them walk away, laughing quietly to themselves. Meanwhile, Tom stands there frozen for a few more seconds before shaking his head and taking off his hoodie. As if nothing happened, he turns to face you with that contagious smile of his.

“You can wear this, if you’d like.” He offers.

Your eyes glance between his hoodie and the cute look on his face, and you reluctantly take it from him. “So what was that all about?” You cut to the chase as you pull the hoodie over your head.

“Just them being… them.” Tom scoffs, pretending he didn’t know you were asking about whatever Jamie told him.

You have no reason to be jealous. It’s not like you’re dating him. You have feelings for Harry and maybe there is going on between him and Malibu Barbie. After taking a quick deep breath, you unclench your jaw and drop the oncoming attitude.

“Hm just them being them. Just Harrison being Harrison. Secrets, secrets are no fun, Tommy.” You decide to tease.

He chuckles, “You want to know one of my secrets?”

“Tell me.”

Tom take a step closer to you. So close that the smell of his cologne wraps around your nose like a blanket. You’re nearly chest to chest, and you swear you can see his heartbeat thumping through his very thin, very tight t-shirt. It hugs his muscles perfectly. You can see the glistening dampness in his hair, most likely from taking an early morning shower. Flashbacks from the night you kissed begin to play in your head, and you have to fight back the instinct to bring him in for another one.

He only has to speak above a whisper for you to hear him loud and clear. “I think you look very good in my clothes. You should wear them more often.”

You gulp harshly as Tom shamelessly let’s his eyes bounce between your eyes and your lips with such an innocent grin on his face. The way you’re so easily flustered satisfies him like no other.

“It’s no secret that I look good, Thomas.” You clear your throat and hastily take a step back before you do something you regret. Again.

He chuckles, “I guess it’s not. Which is why I would love if you wore my extra jersey to the game tonight.” His smile falters and he adds, “Assuming I get to play.”

Your knees become weak as you feel your heart drop to your stomach. “You want me to wear your jersey?” You ask, damning yourself for the shakiness in your voice.

“Yeah! It’s just another tradition. Gen and the rest of the partners you met will be wearing them too.” Tom explains. “It’s sort of for good luck.”

He notices your indifference and quickly backtracks, “It’s not a trick question by the way. No pressure. I just thought who better to wear my jersey than my partner in crime.” He physically cringes at himself and awkwardly bumps your shoulder with his fist.

You chuckle tensely, still unable to find the right words to say. It’s difficult when you know there’s a giant elephant in the room that both of you are actively ignoring. As much as you and Tom talk to one another, the topic of romantic interests is rarely discussed. When it is, you both give short answers that lead to a dead end and a change of subject. Neither of you have spoken one word about your feelings or non-feelings for the other. So once again, miscommunication and obliviousness is the true villain.

Eventually you decide on, “I’ll definitely think about it.” with an equally awkward shoulder bump to lighten the mood.

For the first time ever, neither of you can think of what to say. This is more shocking for Tom than it is for you. He can see that something is bothering you, but he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is. Did Jamie get under your skin? Did his teammate make you that uncomfortable? Or could it possibly be the same reason you haven’t so much as sent him a measly emoji for the past 3 days?

Tom can’t kid himself. He knows exactly what’s wrong. What he doesn’t understand is why that’s what’s wrong. You’re the one that asked him to kiss you, but he can’t help feeling like maybe there’s something he did. Tom has thought about it so much, the details begin to get fuzzy. Maybe he was the one that escalated things. What if you just wanted a small peck? What if you’re upset because of how abruptly he left?

For three whole days, this is all he could think about. Like a scratched record, over and over and over again. How did he ruin something before it even began?

You clear your throat, “Alright, um, I guess I’m going back to my room now. I should probably catch up on some sleep.”

Tom know he needs to talk to you. He quickly spits out the first thing that pops into his head, “Uh, d-do you think I can go with you? I don’t want to be alone when the test scores are posted.”

That wasn’t a lie. Tom is a little more worried than he likes to lead on, and not because he’s afraid of not getting to play. His intelligence has always been something that’s made him insecure. He would trade being athletic and being good with people for being intelligent any day of the week. That’s why Tom has always been so charmed by you. You can figure out the toughest problems within minutes. He knows that you’re unaware of how much he truly admires you, but you’ve been his favorite person at this school long before he worked up the courage to talk to you.

“You can still sleep and I can watch a movie with the volume down. You won’t even know I’m there.” He pleads subtly.

Alarms begin to go off in your brain, a foreign sensation twisting around in your stomach. Maybe it’s because of what happened last time he was in your room. Or maybe it’s because you wouldn’t completely mind if it happened again. Regardless of what’s causing that feeling, you agree because it’s Tom. How could you say no?

As you both take the same route you took almost every day for the past 2 weeks, you cross your arms over your chest. “So, what’s code pink?”

Tom lets his head hang as he chuckles, the sound inevitably bringing a smile to your face. “Crazy ex.” He explains simply whilst twirling his finger near his temple. “She had Harrison cornered in the bathroom.”

You laugh at how bizarre the situation sounds. “Why didn’t he just call Gen?” You wonder out loud.

“Because she’s scary protective. I’ve seen that girl bite off all 10 acrylics when she thought she heard someone purposely misgender Hayden.” He says with all seriousness.

The two of you continue to joke about the code pink incident for a bit, but the rest of the conversation on the walk to your dorm is light with only slight hints of awkwardness. You’re hoping that’s a good sign.

When you get there, Tom sticks to his word. You lie in bed, admittedly drifting off the sleep easier than before now that you’re in his presence, as he sits at your desk and attempts to pay attention to the movie playing on his laptop. The light sound of your snores and occasional stirring are more captivating than this movie he’s seen hundreds of times. He can’t help but gaze, silently admiring all of your features. When he wasn’t thinking about how you always look so beautiful or how amazingly sexist Grease actually is, he was thinking of a way to address what happened. Tom is unconvinced that he didn’t do anything wrong.

“We really need to talk about the other night.” You mumble, waking up after feeling his eyes bore into you.

Tom’s skin crawls a little bit, not realizing you were awake. He immediately pauses the movie and straightens his posture, thanking his lucky stars you said something first. He watches as you fiddle with a loose thread on your blanket, struggling to meet his eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t be thanking his stars just yet.

“I-I agree. I’ve been meaning to mention it.” He moves the conversation along.

You sit there in silence despite rehearsing in your head exactly how you would do this for multiples days. All of your mixed emotions are boiling over and you can already taste the saltiness of a tear running down your lips.

You wipe your face subtly before sitting up, the blanket still wrapped around you. It makes you feel somewhat secure while you indulge in the most vulnerable situation you’ve ever put yourself in.

“I’m just… confused. I know you probably are too. Do you, uh, have any questions?”

Tom cuts to the chase, “Did I do something wrong?”

Your heart shatters. You’ve made such a mess. The last thing you wanted was for someone as sweet as Tom to feel this way. “No. You did everything right.” Your voice cracks.

“Then what happened?”

You bring your knees up to your chest, desperately choking back sobs. “I shouldn’t have asked y-you to kiss me.” You finally admit out loud. Tom is, of course, undeniably hurt. How could the highlight of his week be the most regrettable decision of yours? Although his heart aches, he stays quiet and lets you finish your explanation.

You wipe away the tears flowing freely down your face, “I’ve never had a day like that before. No one has ever taken the time to do anything like that for me. I th-think I just got so caught up in how happy you made me feel that I didn’t care that I was about to make a stupid decision.”

Tom fights the lump is his throat as he tries his best to maintain a neutral facial expression. He gulps before asking, “Why, uh, why was kissing me a stupid decision?”

You shrug sheepishly, “Because you’re you and I’m me.”

It was a simple sentence, a simple explanation. At least you thought so. Tom couldn’t fathom what you mean by that though. As a matter of fact, Tom never understands when you make comments like that.

“…Yeah, you’re you. I’m me, Harrison is Harrison, and Robert Pattinson is one fine specimen.” Tom jokes.

You giggle through your fresh tears and bury your face in the pillow, “I’m being serious.” You voice is muffled.

“I’m being serious too.” Tom scoots the chair closer to your bed and closes the space between both of you. He gently removes the pillow and places his hands on either side of your face. “What about who we are makes kissing me a stupid decision?” He reiterates.

“We just don’t run in the same circles. Somehow almost everyone on campus knows who you are and only a handful of people know me… and that’s because of you.” You laugh incredulously. “We wouldn’t work. Plus, ya know, there’s still Harry and Jamie and all of your other groupies—”

Tom chuckles and cuts you off, “Why do you always bring up Jamie?”

You furrow your brows like it wasn’t obvious. “Because you two have some weird thing going on.”

“No we don’t.” Tom insists.

You roll your eyes, “Yes you do.”

“No we don’t!”

“Yes you do!”

“What makes you think that?” He crosses his arms.

You stare at Tom for a few seconds, almost unsure if he was joking around or not. Judging by his demeanor and the smug ‘I gotcha there’ look on his face, he’s 100% serious. You toss your hair back and clear your throat, prepared to give the performance of a lifetime.

You make big puppy dog eyes and jut out your lower lip, “Oh, Tommy! How could we ever lose with YOU on the team?! With your big, strong muscles and that cute little face.”

Tom lets out a wheezy laugh as you practically crawl on top of him, imitating Jamie. You dramatically run your hands all over his chest, biceps, and then up to his hair.

“And you look SO sexy, especially with your hair pushed back. Y/n, you nerdy, disgusting waste of space, why don’t you tell Tom how sexy he looks with his hair pushed back?!”

“Okay, okay. Maybe she has a little crush on me.” Tom admits through his laughter. “But Regina George? Really?”

You begin to laugh along with him, “Yes! That’s exactly who she reminds me of.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“She broke my nose, Tom.” You deadpan, making him laugh even harder.

You watch his face scrunch up and the tiny crinkles next to his eyes form as his melodic laughter fills your room. Neither of you have realized that you’re straddling him while he has already comfortably placed his hands on your waist, rubbing you gently with his thumbs.

“And it’s still beautiful.” Tom taps your nose with his index finger. “Like you.”

He takes a moment to look into your eyes, trying to find the right words to say. You stare right back, not thinking of anything really. You’re just enjoying this moment, his smell, his touch— before it’ll inevitably get ripped away from you.

“I don’t think our kiss was a stupid decision. It’s actually the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.” Tom admits to you. You’re shocked to say the least.

“If you still like Harry, that’s okay. I just want you to know that I don’t care about circles. I don’t care about what the team thinks or what my friends might say. And I definitely don’t care about Jamie’s opinion on the fact.”

You subconsciously grip the back of his shirt, his words making your heart race. “What fact?”

Tom smirks, but it doesn’t hold the usual teasing undertones. There’s a sparkle behind his eyes and a calmness in his voice.

“The fact that I think you’re the most gorgeous person to graze the earth. You’re on my mind all the time. I go to sleep and wake up thinking about you. I look forward to studying because it means spending more time with you. The fact that the sound of your voice is my new favorite song. When you walk into a room, you’re the only person I see. The only person I would ever want to see. Y/n, I’ve liked you for a really long time now. I know I might not hold a candle to Harry Osborn, but the slight chance that you could possibly like me back is what’s keeping me going.”

You’re speechless. Every thought is burdening your mind, but not a single word can make its way out of your mouth. Tom sits there with your waist still in his hands, the gentle smirk still on his lips as his eyes search yours for an answer. It’s like a school bus was just lifted off of your chest. You didn’t realize how badly the fear of humiliation and rejection were holding you back from admitting what you feel for Tom. But now that he’s said the exact words you can only dream of someone saying to you, you’re free. You can finally let yourself blush around him. You can let yourself hold his hand without making excuses for him. You can finally confess that you felt the entire universe, in its beauty, coursing through your veins that night he kissed you. You like Tom. Slowly, yet so quickly at the same time, he’s managed to chip away at the walls you had up. You have absolutely no reason to believe anything other than what he just told you. So, yes, you’re free. You finally let go.

“Tom, I-”

“You don’t have to-”

You both interrupt one another. The two of you share a shy laugh before Tom lightly taps on your waist, signaling you to go first. You look into his honey drenched eyes and caress the side of his face. “Tom-”

You’re once again interrupted by an alert going off on his phone. You can feel his body tense up underneath you as his smile falters. “That should be the test scores.” He says lowly, anxiety almost immediately radiating off of his body.

You hold his hands in yours for a moment to try calming him down, “You passed. I know your tutor, so there’s no way you didn’t.” You joke.

Tom leans his head back on the chair and chuckles, “So conceited.”

“No, but seriously. You worked your ass off for this. You passed. You’re going to play tonight. You’re going to kick some ass. And I’m gonna watch the whole thing from the stands while I wear your jersey.”

His eyes light up like a child who was gifted a new puppy, “You’ll wear it?!”

You can’t help the burning sensation on your cheeks after seeing someone so excited over you. “Of course I will, because you’ve been the only thing on my mind since the day we met. I like you too, Tom.”

With no warning, Tom shoots up from his seat with you still tight in his grip. You yelp as you instinctively wrap your legs around his torso. You both laugh into one another as he spins around in triumph. “Oh thank god! Saying all that was the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” He huffs, his accent a little more evident as he releases a breath he accidentally held in for too long.

He sets you down carefully with a giant smile plastered on his face. “You would’ve had me fooled.” You chuckle, “Now it’s time for the second scariest thing.”

You hand him his phone, encouraging him to take a look at his test score. Tom closes his eyes and takes a slow, deep breath as he confidently slips his free hand into yours. “3..2..1.” He whispers a countdown.

You watch nervously as his eyes dart back and forth over the screen. Moments go by until he finally looks at you, his face nearly expressionless which only adds to your anxiety. You give his hand a small shake, silently urging him to spit it out. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” He mutters.

Fuck. You let your shoulders drop and you feel a slight sting in your heart. “No, Tom. I’m so sorry. I should’ve taught you better or maybe spent more time on-”

“Y/n, I’m sorry…” Tom cuts you off, “but you’re going to look so good with my number on your back.”

A smug grin curls its way onto his lips as he flips his phone around for you to see. Not only did he pass his test, he passed the entire unit with a solid B+. There’s no doubt that if you both continue working together, he’ll have an A by the end of the semester. However, you worry about lesson plans later. Right now, you’re so ecstatic for Tom that you let out a loud triumphant cheer as you roughly shake his shoulders back and forth. He laughs at your excitement, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m so proud of you, Tom! I knew you could do it.”

“It wouldn’t have been possible without you.”

The hug lasts for a few more seconds, and you take it all in as he rubs soft circles on your lower back. When you pull apart, your faces are only inches away from one another. You smile lovingly before finally making the first move and connecting your lips to his. No regrets this time.

Tom’s arms envelop impossibly tighter around your waist while your hands find their way to his curly hair. You can’t help the soft moans that spill from your mouth. The feeling of finally letting yourself feel is almost too much. Carefully, Tom moves you back towards your bed before lowering you down, now hovering over you. You decide to just go the full nine yards by skillfully inserting your tongue into his mouth. Judging by the sounds he let out and the feeling of his knees buckling above you, it’s safe to say he didn’t mind that gesture. Feeling more confident now, you wrap your legs around his torso and you attempt to pull him down so that his weight is actually pressing against you, but he doesn’t budge. In fact, much to your dismay, Tom breaks the kiss completely.

“Wow uh, not that I don’t LOVE this assertive Y/n, there’s just a lot I need to do to prep for the game.”

You blush shyly at the slight plump you’ve already given his lips. A part of you feels like that was a little too much, but the other part says that wasn’t nearly enough. Nonetheless, you shake it off and clear your throat. “Right. I have another class soon anyway.”

“Don’t worry though.” Tom tells you, “We’ll have plenty of time to pick up where we left off at the big celebration party tonight.”

He slowly leans in for another kiss when you scoff. “Don’t you have to actually win and get into the playoffs first before you can celebrate that?” You ask, mockingly repeating the same words he used earlier that morning.

Tom rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile from forming on his lips. He playfully palms your forehead before pushing you back down onto your bed. The two of you share a laugh before saying your goodbyes for the time being. Tom makes sure to leave his extra jersey in your room and just like that, he’s off for the day.

You lay back down in bed, shamelessly giggling and squealing like you’re in middle school. Your face hurts from smiling so much. You look at his jersey draped nicely over your chair and sigh. Sure you both confessed your feelings, but nothing is official quite yet. You’re usually not one to count your eggs before they hatch but…

“Friends to lovers trope. Check.”

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WOW that was a long break I took there haha. Sorry for being so inactive, I’m slowly getting my life together lmao. I hope you all enjoy this chapter tho! Only one or two more left!! No promises, but I’ll try staying a little more consistent for the rest of this series.

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[borhapparker]

s.o.s. | mob!tom holland x female!reader

requested by anonymous: mob!tom having to rescue you after someone kidnaps you, good ending pls

warnings: angst, some fluff (if you squint), will make you squirm, maybe some bad writing (?), mentions of death and slight mentions of assault

word count: 1.3k

The atmosphere in the house felt cold, deserted, and lonely. The crunching underneath his brown boots made him look down, eyes fixed on the broken glass surrounding the beige carpet. Taking slow steps, he walked through the house, eyes trailing over the mess; tables turned over, wine glasses broken, curtains torn, windows shattered. A familiar sight made him kneel, grabbing the broken picture frame, its glass falling apart. His eyes examined the picture, getting up and walking through the rest of the house. Another pair of footsteps followed, as they walked around, taking in the shattered pieces of furniture and, a missing you.

"Mate, look at this." he turned, seeing his best friend bent down over the grey carpet, noticing stains.

The color stood out against the dull grey, bright red marks, and trails, all heading to the door, and disappearing.

"Who could've done this?"

His best friend looked him in the eye, eyes clouded in worry. "You know exactly who, Tom."

-

His feet paced his office, arms crossed over his chest as he was deep in thought. His brothers were sitting down in front of his desk, watching him pace around, their own thoughts clouded with concern and worry.

"How could he have gotten access to her house? We're the only ones who knew," he asked, as his brothers sighed.

"I don't know, Tom."

"Where's her phone?" he changed the subject, as his brother, Sam, grabbed a plastic bag, pulling out her black iPhone. "Give it."

He handed it to him, as Tom unlocked the phone, noticing the red bubble with a 20 on the phone app. Opening it, he noticed the various calls from an Unknown Number. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as his brothers picked up on his frustration.

"What's wrong?" He handed them the phone, as confusion crossed their features. "What the hell?"

"Now we know how they contacted her. That means whoever had her phone, worked with us." Tom said as Harrison walked into the office.

"Tom, we might have something," Harrison said, as he motioned for him to come, closing the door behind him. "I had Jacob look into our employment records, and we found a match. Jaxon Lopez, we hired him as a bodyguard about a year back. He hasn't come in, in over a month."

Tom nodded, "Look into him. Home addresses?"

"None listed. Bu-"

Harrison was interrupted by Jacob running inside, laptop in his arms. "Tom, I just got this."

Jacob placed the computer on the desk, all the boys crowding around before he pressed play. The screen was dark for a couple of seconds before it shifted focus, and the sight made everyone gasp. Your body was sat in a chair, arms, legs, and waist bound to the chair with rope. Burns were evident on your skin, eyes filled with hope, and tears streaming down your cheeks. Tom's stomach churned at the sight. As they kept watching, they noticed little things about your appearance; your shirt was torn, your shoes missing, your hair had been forcefully cut, and now sitting on your shoulders, a bright red word had been written on your forehead, branding you for the world to see. Whore. Your fingers were tapping against the wood of the chair, your gaze switching from the camera to the chair, frantically hoping whoever was behind the camera would understand.

"Mate, it's morse code," Sam spoke, pointing to her hand, as Jacob deciphered it.

Tap, dash, dash, dash.

Tap, dash.

Dash, tap, tap, dash.

"Jax." Jacob nodded, looking back at Tom.

"Alright, love, c'mon, give us more," Tom whispered under his breath, silently hoping you could tap out more.

Looking around, you quickly continued tapping out another message. You had been taught this method of communication by Jacob for this very reason, and it had come very handily.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Dash, dash, dash.

Tap, tap, dash.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap.

Tap, tap, dash.

Dash, tap.

Stopping, her eyes went wide, as she opened her hand, displaying five fingers out before the camera was cut.

"What? What happened?"

"Jacob, did you get it?"

Jacob frantically worked, getting the address you had tapped out for them. "House on 5th.. got it! Directions sent to your phones."

All four of them ran out, heading into their respective cars with security following. Tom's grip was white on the leather steering wheel, his gaze locked on the streets of England. Cursing under his breath, his eyes locked on the traffic in front of him, as he quickly turned the steering wheel, following his brothers and best friend through another alley, away from the traffic, and closer to you.

-

"Sneaky little whore, are you?" his figure was hidden in the shadows, as another hand came in contact with your cheek, the hit stinging for a few seconds as you hissed. "They'll be too late anyway, I have all the time in the world and I am going to love this."

Undoing the ties that hooked you against the chair, you were forcefully picked up, his hands on your back as he threw you over his shoulder. Walking a few steps forward, he dropped you against a matress in the far corner as the impact knocked the wind out of you. Your chest began to heave, as he knelled over you, beginning to undo the buttons on his jeans, a smirk on his face.

Tears began to fall from your eyes as you realized what was about to happen. Your mind began playing back a memory from a while ago, one that had taken place in the training room at the compound.

"What if I'm ever tied with my hands behind my back?"

Tom sighed, beckoning for Harrison to bring over some zip ties as he placed them on his own wrists.

"You're going to need to feel some pain, love." he sat down, his arms bent behind his back as he beckoned for you to lean and watch his wrists. "Make sure you have enough room to bend your elbows and bend the one with the most room up. You're going to feel a pop and a stinging, that just means you dislocated your shoulder. Keep going until you can pull them over your head. While you do this, rub the two ties together to create enough friction. When they are over your head, break the ties."

Jaxon turned, his pants unbuttoned as he grabbed the knife on the table behind him. Your arm tingled as you felt the searing pain before bringing them over your head, and snapping the ties off, putting your shoulder back into place. You quickly kicked your feet up, the ties evident on your ankles as you fumbled for the knife on the floor your assailant had dropped. Picking it up, you ripped it across the ties as they broke loose, your assailant now reaching for your outstretched arm. He knocked the knife down, your hand coming up to swing at his face as he hissed. Your other hand came up and came into contact with his opposite side, as he fell, the force hard enough to knock him back.

You took off running, opening the door and running as fast as your legs could take you, rounding corners and slamming into walls as his footsteps echoed behind you. In the dark, you blindly reached in front of you, grasping a door handle as you yanked it open, your eyes spotting two pairs of lights in the distance. Your feet were bare, as you took off running on the gravel. The searing pain in your feet was evident as you waved your hands, hoping that got the attention of the light as they came to a stop.

A familiar face quickly got out of the car, enveloping you in his arms as you heard a yell from behind.

"Hey! Come back here, you bitch!"

Harrison was quick to get out of the car, his handgun aimed at Jax as he took a shot, killing him.

"Is he dead?" you asked, clutching his biceps as he nodded.

"He's gone, love."

You sighed, letting go of Tom as you clutched your shoulder, the adrenaline dripping out of your system as the pain began to set in. "I did the thing, Tom. I managed to get out."

"Zip ties?" he asked as you nodded, "Let's get you to the hospital, love. I'm so proud of you."

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[indyanapolis898]

Mastermind

Peter Parker x f!reader

Synopsis: Peter has a crush on you from afar. One day you ask him to tutor you and things go from there.

Note: This really doesn't follow any specific canon from the movies.

"You know staring at Y/N won't make her like you."

Peter's head shot up at the sound of a voice behind him, that of MJ's. 

"W-what are you talking about?" Peter chuckled awkwardly, doing a horrible job of lying. 

"Me and Ned notice how much you watch Y/N. You always bring up any interaction you two have- and so much more! You like her. Just admit it, nerd," MJ explained amid the noisy school cafeteria. 

"So what if I do?" Peter shrugged as MJ sat next to him. 

"You should make a move- oh wait- you're too scared," MJ said with a sly smirk, begging him to fight back, which he did. 

"Nervous? I'm an Avenger! I don't get nervous!" Peter hissed.

"Then go talk to her, Avenger" MJ shrugged like it was the only obvious option.

"Well- I- I just don't want her to think I'm weird."

"Well, then you're out of luck in that regard," she joked dryly. "You two used to be close. Why can't you spark up a conversation about, like, the past?" 

"'Cause it's random, and also, we were friends in middle school! That was a while ago, MJ!"

"OK, Parker, I give up. Enjoy your futile people-watching."

Peter watched as MJ walked away to the lunch line. She wasn't wrong. He was too scared to even consider being near Y/N. 

The boy sighed, going back to eating his lunch after you left the room. 

___

"Alrighty!" Mr. Harrington clapped his hands together. "We have a new member for this semester's Academic Decathlon!"

The club whispered among themselves in anticipation of who it could be. Peter glanced up from his book when, of course, you entered the classroom with a new copy of the textbook. 

"I'm sure you all know Y/N, so welcome her into the club and help her get acquainted with the material for today's practice."

You smiled shyly at the group, waving and going to take a seat in the open chair next to Flash.

Peter silently groaned, letting his head fall onto the desk. Of course, it was you, and of course, you had to sit next to Flash. Flash had an obvious crush on you as well. 

"Peter. Wanna start off today's practice?" Mr. Harrington asked, staring directly at Peter as he lifted his head off his desk. Everyone was looking at him.

Peter sighed, standing up with his textbook to go to the podium to call the questions. 

The first round went by fast. You answered three times, getting all answers right. Peter could feel himself smile every time you rang the bell. 

Peter tried his best to compliment you when you answered during the second round. 

At one point, Peter asked a question the Flash rang in for. Peter watched as the boy mouthed to you: watch this. 

Flash got the question wrong, making you slightly giggle. Peter chucked, as did the rest of the class, at Flash's misplaced confidence. However, Peter wasn't laughing at Flash this time- he was laughing because you laughed. Peter wanted to cling on to any bit of you he could. He was glad Flash's terrible attempt to show off failed. 

After a few more rounds, Peter traded off with another student. Peter didn't want to be like Flash and do a flashy show-off of his skills, but he did want to impress you. 

Peter heard the first question- ringing in as soon as he could. He wasn't confident with his odds but gave a shaky answer, which was revealed to be correct. 

Peter smiled slightly. When he glanced to the left, you were smiling at him, presumably because he aced the question. He smiled back at you, hoping this was some sort of connection. You were noticing him!

If that was what it took, he could do it. Peter answered every question he could, getting almost all right. He got a thumbs-up from you once after a question!

___

After practice ended, he was packing his bag to leave when you approached him. Peter felt his heart speeding up dramatically.

"Hey, Peter. Love the jacket," you started things off, making Peter smile and examine his jacket, vowing to wear it more often. 

"Thank you. I... like your shirt. Um- you did good on your first day," Peter gave a tightlipped smile, trying to act normal. 

"Thanks, but you were on fire! Like seriously, some of those questions were insane," you gushed, grinning the whole time.

"Oh, wow, uh, thank you!" Peter stuttered out, causing you to giggle. "You gave great answers, too!" He rushed to follow up.

"Yeah, about that... those were the bare minimum. I joined this club to help raise my grades. Clearly you know your stuff, so... I have the biggest favor to ask."

Peter raised his brows. "Uh, yeah, what's that?"

"So, it's OK if you say no because it's so random, but could you tutor me in some of the subjects covered here? I could really use the help, but again it's OK if y-"

"I'll do it," Peter agreed quickly, blushing at how eager he sounded. You grinned largely. 

"Seriously? 'Cause I could pay you if that's necessary." 

"Y/N, you don't have to pay anything. Honestly, I mean, it's the least I can do for the girl who defended me from Jose in 8th grade," Peter recalled a memory from their past, mentally punching himself for saying something that most likely meant nothing to her.

"You still remember that? Wow, I didn't know I could even make an impact like that," you said, surprised in a good way.

Peter decided to roll with it. "Uh, yeah, I mean, Jose was a jerk, so I was just glad someone stood up for me. So, uh, yeah," Peter awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Anytime. But yeah, thank you so much for agreeing. When are you free to go over the material?"

Peter supposed one evening without Spider-Man wouldn't hurt. "Tonight," he said right away. "Um, like five?"

"Can do. At the library?"

"Absolutely."

"See you then, Peter. Thanks again," you waved at him as you left the class to go to your next. 

___

"So, you're telling me that all you had to do was be nerdy, and she just came up to you?" MJ recounted Peter's story in a tone laced with disbelief.

"Yes! Seriously. If you didn't have to miss today's practice for your re-do test, you would've seen it! So, believe it or not, I've gotta get to the library soon and tutor Y/N," Peter said cockily, standing up from the barstool at the cafe MJ part-timed at. 

MJ just rolled her eyes but gave a genuine smile. "Good luck. Don't screw it up."

"Thanks? I'll try not to."

With that, Peter slung his bag onto his back and left the shop, library-bound. 

___

The library wasn't awfully busy that weekday, making it easy to find a table in a corner. Peter laid his books and notebooks out, realizing you wouldn't know where he was, nor did he have your number to text you. 

Everything worked out, however, when you wandered into the back section he was sitting, looking lost. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, making Peter's stomach churn in a good way.

You walked with a purpose over to the table, sitting your stuff down. "I was looking all over for you," you grinned, not meaning it in a guilt-tripping way. 

Peter realized he actually had to reply instead of staying in a daydream. "Oh- yeah. I sat here and realized you might not be able to find me, but luckily you did."

"Yeah, it only took like, seven different aisles," you laughed before opening your notebook.

Peter couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if he just loved the sound of your laugh, but his heart raced. 

"So, I was thinking... we could piggyback off what we did in practice today?"

"Sounds good. I'm sure whatever I learn will be good when you're teaching it," you said, laying your chin on the palm of your hand. 

Peter could feel his face heat up. He ducked his head down to the textbook and chuckled. "Yeah... I- uh- just start in on page five right here."

For thirty minutes, Peter was able to impart some knowledge your way. After you two finished a chapter, you turned to Peter with a closed-mouth smile. "This has been really helpful, thank you."

Peter frowned. "You're done?"

You continued smiling. "Just for today, yeah. But I'm really hungry... do you wanna get something to eat?"

Peter perked up at the invitation to continue spending time together. "Yeah, I'd love to!" He said very excitedly, to which you just giggled. 

"OK, c'mon. I'll show you this really good Thai place I like down the block."

You and Peter collected your things, exiting the library together to walk down the sidewalk to the restaurant of choice.

"So, you had that Stark Internship, right?"

"Yeah- still do, actually. I'm still just the young guy, though."

"Hey, they'll realize what a dedicated worker you are, and when they do, they'll have to give you more opportunities."

"You think so?"

"You seem like you have a great work ethic, Peter, so yeah, I do think so."

Peter just grinned, looking down at the sidewalk. You were making him nervous.

___

The restaurant you two entered was moderately nice for a casual New York City restaurant. 

You both ordered at the counter and then sat at an empty table.

Peter wanted to try and flirt, but he knew he'd be super awkward and make things weird. Nevertheless, he still attempted to gain your favor.

"You caught on really fast with the Academic stuff. It was like you already knew it! So, I guess you're a natural."

You looked away and grinned. "Thank you. I- um- guess I just needed a few reminders, is all."

Peter cocked a brow, but their food was placed in front of them at that moment. The two ate, sharing conversation about middle school and how annoying some of their classes were now. 

Somehow, the topic got moved on to Flash. 

"You know Flash has a thing for you," Peter decided to throw bait into the water as the pair left the restaurant, being that they had finished their food.

You furrowed your brows. "Yeah, I know. We actually have two classes together- three counting Decathalon now. He hits on me every day. It gets tiring really fast."

"What?" Peter exclaimed in fake shock. "You don't appreciate all his futile attempts to be a womanizer?"

You laughed and shook your head. "Crazy, right? I might be the only one who doesn't. I just- I just already have my eyes on someone else."

"Oh," Peter mumbled aloud, regretting how disappointed he sounded. "Um... is it weird to ask-"

"Who it is?" you cut him off. "Yeah, I was hoping you would've guessed by now," you stopped walking, Peter doing the same, peering at you with confusion. 

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be invasive. I-"

"It's you, Peter. I've been trying to flirt with you and give you hints, hoping you'd make a move," you chuckled to fill the air.

"Oh... Oh!" Peter put a hand to his chest. "You," he pointed at you, then back at himself. "Like me?"

"Yes!" You desperately hoped he felt the same.

"I- woah. I really like you too, Y/N," Peter sputtered out.

"Really? Because I was starting to think my plan failed."

"Plan?"

"You said it yourself in the restaurant... I already knew that stuff we were learning. I don't need tutoring. I just decided to ask you so... I dunno," you looked away embarrassed. "So we could do something outside of school."

When you looked back up, Peter was grinning widely. "You made a plan just to be with me?" 

You nodded. 

"That's- wow. I was trying to drop hints all day too, but I suck at anything flirting-wise. I was just excited you kept asking to do stuff, but you planned this all along. You made the dominoes fall until we were here."

"I didn't know this would be how I confessed, but yeah. I don't need tutoring when I'm the mastermind," you joked and shrugged.

"Maybe it's my turn to do something..." Peter looked into your eyes, searching your face. "Can I kiss you?"

You leaned in, letting that be your answer. His lips met yours as you two kissed in the darkening evening. The cool Queens air hit the side of your face as you pulled away, catching your breath. 

"Was that good? Because I'm definitely not an expert."

You just giggled. "Yes, it was great, Peter."

"Can I walk you home?" Peter pursed his lips, waiting for an answer.

You nodded and thanked him graciously with another kiss. With that, you two set off toward your apartment as the street lights flickered on in the chilled air.

___

"...And then we kissed. Boom! In your face!"

MJ rolled her eyes and laughed while Ned clapped Peter on the back.

"Dude! You got a girlfriend!"

Peter chuckled at Ned's enthusiasm. Peter's phone dinged at that moment. It was a text from you. 

"Gotta go, guys. Peter has a second date today with Y/N."

"Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?" 

"Yep, deal with it!" Peter called, already out the door of the cafe. 

___

You were waiting at the subway station. Peter jogged down the stairs, joining you to enter the train and go ice skating. 

You reached your hand out, Peter taking it as you two entered the train. 

It was only the second date, but you knew Peter was going to make you happy. You simply looked up at Peter, smiling, which he returned with his signature grin.

The train's doors shut, and you two were carried away down the tracks, ready for what was to come. 

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Inside Tom Holland and Y/N L/N’s relationship

After a career in the tabloids, almost out of nowhere came the news that Tom Holland(26) was dating Y/N L/N (29). Until then, the super model was relatively unknown by successfully keeping her life private but even more surprising was the lack of news coverage surrounding the couple and their relationship.

Tom Holland and Y/N L/N are very private when it comes to discussing their relationship, there are no definitive details available to the public about their relationship, how or where they met and exactly when they started dating but we still managed to compile a few interesting facts about the couple and their relationship timeline.

Y/N got her big break as a model in 2014 when she walked the runway for the Victoria Secret fashion show. Sources and friends close to the model Explain that even though Y/N loves her job, she chooses to keep her personal life very private and doesn’t like being in the spotlight too much due to her anxiety.

“I’m very fragile and very private about my life outside of work. So I don't want to go into it too much.” Said Y/N L/N in an interview when she was asked about her life and her relationship with Tom Holland.

And when Holland was asked if the rumor of him dating Y/N is true, he simply stated that “Yes it is. It's not a secret, but I didn't want it to be the focal point of who she is as a person because she is a professional model and she does an amazing job.”

A source states that from the beginning the actor was very interested in her, and would invest heavily in their romance.

Sources have also claimed just two months into their relationship he flew to Paris just to support her after she walked the runway for a fashion show. The day after, they were seen entering the same restaurant and then leaving the venue together.

Two years later, a ring appeared on Y/N's ring finger and engagement rumors began to abound. But whether they are engaged/married today or not is still unclear.

The pair who started dating from what we can guess almost three years ago, have seemingly taken the next step in their relationship. Last week, as seen in the background of some of their friends instagram stories, they’ve invited they’re close ones to a party that looked somewhat like gender reveal.

Fans have compiled the pictures from the instagram stories and have noticed the couples backyard decorated with pink and blue balloons.

Few hours later Y/N’s best friend posted a picture of her on instagram that appears to be from the party and a few eagled eyed fans have noticed blue confetti on the floor.

There are many indications that they are expecting a boy. If Y/N L/N is indeed the pregnant Then Tom Holland has certainly found himself a life long partner.

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