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cloudybarnes · 3 years

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just for tonight

Pairing: peter parker x bestfriend!reader

Summary: peter accidentally tells the avengers he has a girlfriend and now they all wanna meet her. in an attempt to not look like a liar, he recruits his best friend y/n to fake date him for the night so he can introduce them to her

Word Count: 4.2k +

Warnings: none, I don’t think. maybe some bad language slipped in? idk

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A/N: thank you for the request, even though it took a while to get out! send me more requests, I feel like I’m on a roll ;)

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“I have a serious problem, Y/n.”

Peter showed up to your house unexpectedly, but that was pretty common. You guys don’t really ask permission to go to each other’s houses; showing up is just something you started doing after years of being best friends.

When you heard a frantic knocking at your door and saw Peter on the other side, you got kind of worried.

“Come in,” you ushered Peter inside your house and dragged him into your room. You shut the door behind him. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”

Peter groaned and flopped onto your bed, covering his eyes with his hands. “I’m so stupid. I say dumb things in the heat of the moment that I end up regretting.”

You suppressed your laugh as you sat on the bed next to him. You sat up near his head and lightly ran your fingers through his hair. It had always calmed Peter down, and it looked like he could use it.

“Give me the rundown, Pete. What did you say that was so embarrassing, and who did you say it to?”

Peter sighed and uncovered his eyes. He looked up at you with a slight pout. “I didn’t exactly embarrass myself, but I may as well have. I practically lied to the avengers, Y/n.”

Your eyes widened and your fingers involuntarily stopped running through his hair. “Jesus, Peter. You can’t lie to the avengers, especially not when you want to be one so badly.”

Peter groaned, “I know! This is so horrible, Y/n, I don’t know what to do.”

“Well what did you lie about? Maybe you can just come clean.”

“I can’t come clean. I told them I had a girlfriend. Mr. Stark was talking about when he was our age he had girlfriends all the time, and I just wanted to be like him. When I told them I had a girlfriend, they all got so excited and asked if she knew about me being Spider-Man. I said yes, which was obviously not the right idea since they all want to meet her now!”

Peter sat up and held his face in his hands, frustrated by the situation he had caused. He was freaking out to say the least.

You sighed and placed a hand on his tense back. You started to gently rub, trying to ease him. “Don’t freak out so much, Peter. Maybe you can tell them she doesn’t want to go or that she broke up with you before you got to ask her to go.”

Peter scoffed and lifted his face from his hands, “then they’ll think I’m a loser whose girlfriend dumped him. I can’t show up without a girlfriend.”

Peter sighed, and rested back on his palms. He just sat there for a second, looking off at nothing. You sat there just watching him, trying to figure out what he could do as well.

Peter gasped, “I’ve got it!” He turned to you and grinned, “come meet the avengers with me.”

You were taken aback, “what?”

Peter frantically nodded, his smile widening. “Yes! Come pretend to be my girlfriend. It’ll be perfect! We’re such good friends, they won’t think it’s forced or fake. It’s the perfect plan.”

You were a little apprehensive. “I’m not so sure that’s the best idea, Pete. You know I like helping you, but I’m not so sure we can fool them into thinking we’re dating.”

Peter grabbed both your hands in his, “Y/n, please. I know I ask a lot of you, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. All we have to do is be ourselves. You’ll even get to meet Mr. Stark!”

You were extremely apprehensive. It’s not that you don’t want to help Peter, in actuality, you’d do anything he asked of you. You were just scared of how the night would play out. If you agreed to help Peter and pretend to be his girlfriend, your crush on him would most likely only worsen.

The way Peter looked at you made you reconsider, though. Peter looked so hopeful you’d do this with him, and you didn’t have the heart to not help him.

“Okay, I’ll help you.”

Peter cheered, and pulled you into a hug. “This is amazing. Thank you, Y/n. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

At first, Peter thought he screwed up big time. He lied to the avengers and was scrambling to find a solution. Asking you to go with him was the most perfect thing he’d ever thought of.

Peter has had a crush on you for years. He wasn’t planning on this happening, but he’s glad it is. This gives him the perfect opportunity to show you how good of a boyfriend he can be, then maybe you’ll actually want to go out with him.

“They said to bring her to dinner with them tonight. So get ready, we have to leave in like an hour or so.” Peter said jumping up and running out of your bedroom.

“Peter!” You yelled, chasing after him. “Where are you going? You can’t just bring me in at the last minute then leave!”

Peter just smiled and opened the front door. “I have to get changed. I’ll be back to get you, I promise.”

“Well what should I wear? Like a dress or is it more casual?”

“You look pretty in a dress.” Peter grinned, “I doubt it will be too fancy though.”

You nodded your head, “okay, go. I’ll see you soon.”

Peter rushed to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then ran back to dart out the door. “Thanks again!” He called as he shut the door behind him.

You sighed, shaking your head. Tonight would be interesting.

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Around six o’clock, Peter knocked on your door. You flattened down your soft, summer dress and grabbed your purse.

Opening the door, you smiled up at Peter. His lips parted as he took in your appearance. The dress had spaghetti straps and fell to your mid thigh. It was fancy enough to (hopefully) impress the avengers, and casual enough to not embarrass yourself if everyone was in comfort clothes.

“Wow,” Peter breathed out as you smiled at him. “You look really beautiful.”

“Thank you! I hope it’s appropriate for dinner.”

Peter shrugged, and ushered you outside. “I’m sure it’s fine. They didn’t really say specifically that it was a fancy dinner, so you should be fine.”

You and Peter walked down the street, taking the short trip to the Avengers Compound. The whole walk there, Peter was nervous. He wasn’t nervous that the avengers would see through his lie, but more so that this would stop you from ever liking him the way he likes you.

He’s scared that if you see him in this light, you won’t want this scenario to be a reality like he does.

You noticed Peter in his head as you approached the compound. Before the two of you walked in, you grabbed his hand. “Hey,” you turned him to face you, “don’t worry about tonight. Everything will go just how you want it to, okay? I’ll make sure of it.” You chuckled.

Peter slightly smiled, “thanks, Y/n. I’m just lucky to have someone like you that puts up with all my nonsense.”

You smiled, “don’t mention it. I like being your partner in crime. Let’s show them what a great couple we make.” You winked and grabbed Peter’s hand, pulling him inside.

Once inside, the room left you in awe. It was so spacious with people working all around it.

“Here, we take this elevator to get to where the avengers actually stay.” Peter pulled you along to the large, glass elevator in the center of the room and pressed the top floor of the tower.

In the elevator, Peter awkwardly fidgeted around. You sighed, and squeezed his hand gently. “Don’t worry, Peter. We’re gonna be okay.”

He nodded his head, “yeah, I know. Thanks, Y/n.”

The elevator dinged and opened up to the top floor. Right as the two of you walked out, Mr. Stark came around the corner and grinned at the two of you.

“Hey, kid, we’re glad you made it.” Mr. Stark pulled Peter into a short hug. When they pulled away, Mr. Stark turned to you and smiled. “And you must be his girlfriend, Y/n is it?”

You smiled and nodded your head, “yes, that’s me. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark.”

You tried not to look confused when Mr. Stark already knew your name. Peter must have told him after he asked me to come here.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he smiled, “but please, call me Tony.”

You smiled and nodded your head, even though you would still be referring to him as ’Mr. Stark’.

Peter stood back and grabbed your hand in his again. Tony noticed this, and gently smiled. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others.”

You followed behind Tony, and whispered to Peter, “how am I doing so far?”

He looked over at you and softly smiled, “you’re doing amazing.”

You smiled, and bumped your shoulder with his, “so are you.”

“Peter, Y/n, these are the other avengers.” Tony stood in front of a set of couches where all the avengers sat. “Here’s Steve, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Barnes, Wanda, and Sam. Obviously this isn’t all of us, but here’s the ones that wanted to meet you.”

Steve shook his head, “that’s not true. Thor wanted to meet you, but he’s back in Asgard. Something about his brother carried him away last minute.” He stood up and stuck his hand out with a smile, “Steve Rogers, nice to finally put a face to Peter’s girlfriend.”

You grinned up at him and shook his hand. His grip was strong and firm. “It’s so great to meet you, to meet all of you, actually. Peter talks about you guys a lot, so it’s nice to be able to actually talk to you.”

Steve’s eyes flicked over to Peter and he smiled, “well that’s sweet. Make yourselves comfortable, we’re just going to be hanging around here, have some food, and that’s it.”

The woman Tony called Natasha came and walked up to you. “Come sit with us, it’ll be nice to get to know you.”

You smiled and nodded, “yeah, that’ll be fun.” You looked back and grinned at Peter with your eyes wide. He chuckled at your expression and gave your hand a soft squeeze.

You left him to follow Natasha to a couch where she sat with Wanda.

“Hello, Y/n, I’m Wanda,” she smiled as she patted the seat next to her.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Wanda,” you grinned as you sat down, Natasha sitting on the other side of you.

“So, Y/n, what’s it like dating Spider-Man?” Natasha playfully nudged your shoulder.

Wanda chuckled, “sorry about her, Nat and I like to gossip, and it’s fun to have another girl around.”

You giggled, “no, don’t be sorry! I don’t really have many girlfriends, so this is nice to talk about boys with someone.”

Nat and Wanda stared at you expectedly. “Well what do you guys want to know about?”

“How did you find out he was Spider-Man? And did you know before or after dating him?” Wanda grinned.

You lightly chuckled, “it was a total accident how I found out. We were only dating for about a week, but Peter and I have been friends for as long as I could remember. Peter and I had made plans that night, but I showed up a little bit earlier than he was expecting. As a result, I walked in on him changing out of his Spider-Man suit.”

Wanda gasped and stifled her laughter, but Nat let her laugh flow out. Your cheeks heated as you recalled that image of Peter coming out of his suit.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you found out. I think it’s easier when you know why your partner is sneaking around at night instead of having to wonder where they’re going.” Natasha commented.

You nodded your head in agreement. You never really thought of it like that, but the way she put it made sense.

“Hey, Y/n!” Someone shouted from the left of you.

You looked past Nat and saw Peter sitting with his face in his hand between two guys. One of them dramatically waved you over, and the other just slipped from his beer while staring at you.

You looked at Nat and Wanda, “is it cool if I go over there? It seems important.”

They looked where you were pointing, and Nat chuckled, “yeah, go for it. Sam likes to exaggerate, so that’s why he’s so frantically waving you over.”

“They’re probably trying to embarrass your boyfriend,” Wanda commented with a chuckle.

“Why do you say that?” You inquired as you stood.

“That’s just their dynamic. The three of them pretend to all hate each other and pick on one another, but they are all really close.” Nat explained.

You hummed, and nodded your head, “okay, I guess I’ll talk to you guys later.”

They bid you farewell, and you walked over a few feet to where your boyfriend sat with his two friends.

When they saw you coming, the one who waved you over, Sam, grinned at you. “Hey, Y/n, I’m Sam, this is Bucky,” he motioned to the guy on the other side of Peter. Bucky sent an awkward smile and lifted his hand as a wave before taking a sip of his beer.

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” you smiled. Looking at Peter, his face was no longer in his hands and he had scooted closer to Sam and patted the space between him and Bucky for you to sit. You flattened your dress down before sitting, and crossed your legs.

“So proper, you are. Looks like you got a good one, Spidey.” Sam joked as he ruffled Peter’s hair. Peter huffed and swatted Sam’s hand away as you giggled.

He looked over at you as he fixed his hair and smiled, “yeah, I guess I did get a pretty good one, huh?”

You couldn’t help but blush when he said that. Pretending to be his girlfriend was hard when all you wanted was for it to be real, and when he said things like that, it was hard to stop yourself from getting flustered.

“Y/n, I have to ask,” Sam smirked, “what is it about spidey-boy here that made you want to date him?”

Bucky snickered, “is it the spandex?”

Sam laughed, “no, no, it’s the awkward boy-next-door vibe he gives off isn’t it?”

“Awkward boy-next-door?” Peter mumbled with that cute nose scrunch he does.

You softly giggled. “It’s not the spandex, but I guess the awkward vibe is true; no offense, Peter.”

Peter huffed out a laugh, and Sam egged you on. “Okay, um, I don’t really know what to say. I just think he’s amazing.” You felt your face heat up. “Peter just makes me really happy. It was a strange thing when I realized that the way I felt about him was more than friendship. It felt like nothing really changed, but at the same time everything had.”

The three boys looked at you confused. Peter was definitely intrigued, his eyes slightly larger than usual and staring at you intently.

“Elaborate?” Bucky asked as he leaned back, his arm going around the back of the couch behind you.

You exhaled slowly. You were about to explain your raging feelings for Peter, and he was just going to think that it was all for show.

Your palms started to swear as you thought about what you had gotten yourself into, but before you could fully freak out, Peter grabbed your hand in his and gave it a tender squeeze.

Looking at him, you saw a tender smile sent back your way. It was his way of letting you know that he was there for you, and that you got this.

“I think, I think I kind of always liked Peter.” You glanced up at him to see his reaction: one of complete shock. It’s now or never. “I think that’s why when I finally accepted that I liked him, nothing felt different. I was just more aware of the things that happened between us. When our hands brushed I finally knew why my heart sped up. I finally realized why I was always so giddy after hours of being on the phone with him. Once I acknowledged my feelings for him, they only grew from there.”

Peter’s eyes were about as wide as saucers. He looked at you with so much astonishment. You looked over to Sam who was smirking. “So, in response to your question, I think what made me fall for him, as cheesy as it sounds, was everything.”

Your tone started to get quieter as you looked directly into Peter’s eyes to say, “he’s compassionate, selfless, he’s my shoulder to lean on, he’s my best friend, and he just means everything to me.”

Peter’s heart was about to bust out of his chest. Everything he ever wanted to hear was being told to him. Y/n was quite literally putting her heart out there for him to take. He was going to tell her how he felt. After this, there’s no way she could be faking. The way she spoke to him was too real, too passionate.

“Damn, kid,” Bucky chuckled, “your girl is down bad.”

Peter let out a breathy laugh. “Seems so,” he mumbled back, eyes never leaving you. “Y/n, can I show you something?”

Peter’s abrupt question left you a bit speechless. He stood from the couch and grabbed your hand to pull you up with him.

“Oh!” You exclaimed in surprise as you jerked you out of your seat. Peter quickly dragged you away. “Bye, Sam! Bye, Bucky! It was nice to meet you,” you called from over your shoulder. The two of them chuckled as you got pulled away.

Peter guided you past the rest of the avengers with just a small murmur to them about being right back. He pulled you right to the elevator.

“Pete, what’s going on?” You softly asked. “Was it something I said?”

He quickly shook his head, “no, no way,” he furrowed his brows, “I mean, yes, but no, not in the way you’re thinking.”

Your head was spinning. The elevator door opened and Peter ushered you into it. He pressed the close door button as well as the roof level.

“Why are we going to the roof?”

“It looks pretty up there, and I wanted to show you.” Peter still had a hold of your hand, but by no means were you complaining.

“We could have looked at it before we left. I feel horrible we just ran out on the Avengers.”

“It can’t wait, Y/n, I need to tell you something really important and I want to tell you when we get up there.” Peter’s explanation was very confusing. There was something he needed to tell you, but only when you were on the rooftop.

Peter was known for being a bit strange, but this was pushing it a little.

The elevator doors opened, and once again, Peter quickly dragged you out.

“Hey, don’t rip my arm off,” you joked, trying to ease the tension you felt oozing from him.

He cracked a tiny smile.

On the roof, it was beautiful. The sun had started to set leaving beautiful arrays of pink, orange, and yellow in the sky. “Oh, wow,” you hummed in amazement.

You barely noticed that Peter had let go of your hand until you saw him walking up to you, a red rose in his hand.

“Y/n,” he cleared his throat, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you, and I think after today there’s no better chance.”

Your lips parted in surprise, but you nodded your head signalling him to speak.

“When I told Mr. Stark that I had a girlfriend, it was something I wanted to take back so fast. I was mortified I had lied to him, and to the rest of the avengers. Then they asked me about her. They asked me about how she and I met, how I asked her out, and what I liked about her. When I answered their questions, all I could think about was you.”

Your heart started to race.

“I told them about you. When I described my imaginary girlfriend, I described you. That’s how they knew your name before you arrived, and that’s also why Sam and Bucky were so smug when they asked you questions because I had talked about you so much.”

Peter grabbed your hand and placed the rose into it. You held the rose, and Peter had his hand around your closed fist. “After you told them all those things about liking me for a while and how you started to notice your feelings, I couldn’t help but feel like you were being honest and that it wasn’t just to keep up the charade. I want it to have been honest, because if I’m being honest, I really like you, Y/n, and I have for a long time.”

Peter’s eyes bored into yours, hopeful and nervous at the same time. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as a wide smile grew on your face. You squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and dragged him into a hug.

“Woah,” Peter exhaled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He took in a deep breath, no doubt grinning. “So I guess this is a good thing?”

You pulled back and stared at him, grinning. Peter’s smile only grew, his cheeks dusted pink and his pupils wide. “Yes, this is a good thing. This is an amazing thing, actually! Everything I said, I meant. I’ve been infatuated with you for some time now, Petey.” You teased.

Peter softly smirked, “I guess it’s a good thing I brought you up here then, huh?”

You leaned up closer to him, his breath hitting your face due to your close proximity. You beamed, “I’d say it’s a very good thing.” You pulled Peter’s head down, and pressed your lips to his. He sighed into the kiss, all the tension leaving him immediately. You ran your fingers through his hair as his hands explored your waist.

The kiss began to get desperate, years of longing from both ends were finally being fulfilled. You pulled him close by the collar of his shirt, though it was hard to get any closer than you already were.

Before you were ready for the kiss to be over, the elevator dinged.

“Look what we have here!” Mr. Stark loudly called. Gasping, you quickly pulled away from Peter and looked towards him, but he wasn’t alone. Sam, Steve, and Natasha came up to the roof with him.

“I knew they were just being teenagers,” he continued, “old-man Cap thought something had happened to you both since you’ve been up here for so long.”

“I just came along to make fun of you for this later,” Sam smirked.

Peter groaned and hid his face in your neck, this caused you to blush a bit.

“We’re so sorry, everyone. We don’t mean to mess with your night by being up here for so long.” You apologized, lightly dragging your fingers through Peter’s hair to calm him down.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/n.” Nat smirked, “You and Peter have fun; you’re young and you’ve just confessed your feelings for one another.”

You nodded your head with a smile, but it quickly fell into a state of shock. “Wait a minute, how do you know?”

They all shared a laugh, even Steve was softly chuckling with them.

You looked over to Peter who lifted his head from your neck with a confused expression on his face.

“Oh, please,” Sam laughed, “you should have seen Peter when Stark asked him if he had a girlfriend. He was just stuttering and nervous the entire time.”

Nat nodded, “then he started to talk about you, and it was just so painfully obvious to us that he had a thing for this girl he called ‘Y/n’.”

“So I asked him to bring you here and recruited these guys to get you to answer a bunch of questions to see if you felt the same for him,” Stark smirked, “and clearly it worked. I’d like a round of applause for my work in getting these two together.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “come on, let’s leave them alone for a minute. Dinner will be starting soon, so come back down when you’re ready.” He smiled and ushered the rest of the avengers back to the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed behind them, you released a laugh you were holding in. “We were set up!”

Peter pulled you close and chuckled along with you. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize that sooner.” He stared down at you with a dreamy gaze. “Still, I wouldn’t ever change what happened.”

You tenderly smiled back at him, “me either.”

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tomhollandfics · 3 years

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Friends To Lovers

* = smut

All For Her (Series) - @screamholland

a single-dad bartender, a supportive best friend and their continuous, unrequited love noticed by his optimistic daughter - is it possible to break a heart they never knew they had?

Back Home - @madmadmilk

they thought it would be a funny prank to bring a celebrity back home with you for your high school reunion, but you never imagined who you could fool; not even yourself

Refuge In The Storm - @starksparker

a horrible storm rips through tom’s apartment leaving the two of you in the dark

You Are In Love - @starksparker

tom drunk dials you in the middle of the night which leads to a heated discussion the following morning

Time Never Stops (Series) - @timelock97

tom Holland and y/n have been best friends since the beginning, they know each other than they know themselves - they have been there for the highlights of each other’s lives - life always seems to get in the way, so what happens when they decide enough is enough and make time to go on vacation, just the two of them?

Breaking The Barrier - @satellitespidey

the one where tom and y/n break the roommate barrier

Crash Course - @greenorangevioletgrass

fresh out of a breakup, tom moves in with his childhood best friend - she teaches him a thing or two about moving on

Art Imitates Life Imitates Art - @greenorangevioletgrass

you and tom work on an intimate scene together... and then get intimate together

Bed, Booze And Him - @txmhoelland

life as a university student is already hard. sharing a flat with two college guys just to get through paying the rent? funnily enough, even harder - it’s halloween plus midterms just ended so that means parties are never-ending and students are getting wasted - you should be out partying but you’re stuck finishing a paper, how are you going to survive the night again?

What Could Be - @earthlyholland

tom starts to wonder if you really are better off as friends

Head Over Heels - @duskholland

tom’s been head over heels for you for three years. no matter how hard he tries, he’s never able to get the words out but it’s harrison’s 24th birthday, and tom really can’t keep his feelings a secret any longer

Something There - @hilllsnholland

you and tom were just friends, strictly platonic - until there was something there that wasn’t there before

* Heartbreak Girl - @lauras-collection

tom’s been in love with you for years, but he’s never had to confidence to tell you - instead he’s been there to pick up the pieces whenever someone else breaks your heart

Too Shy - @lauras-collection

you’ve fallen for your best friend and you don’t know if you should tell him

Sweet Sugar (Series) - @thsquad

y/n, harrison and tom has always been best friends - since childhood they've always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about tom?

Lovestruck And Lipstick Stained - @waitimcomingtoo

you and tom don’t feel entirely out of characters after playing lovers in the mcu

If We Were A Movie - @waitimcomingtoo

everyone thinks you and tom are a couple, including tom

Sincerely - @whatevsholland

you and tom were childhood best friends. but when he started dating the girl who got everything you ever wanted, it began a falling out between you and tom - now he’s back home in london, just in time for your sister to host her engagement party.

* In Your Own Time - @hollandcrush

tom, being a gentleman, offers to help you gain some experience

Four Years Of Birthdays - @sirtommyholland

tom’s four years of birthdays with you, starting as best friends and ending as more

My Best Friend's Hot - @spxderman-s

you’re one of tom’s best friends, but that’s all you’ve ever been - however, when asked about you during a live interview, maybe that’s not entirely true

Home Is Where The Heart - @pastelpeter

“when i look at you, i can feel it. i look at you and i’m home” y/n and tom were very close in their teenage years and in love, but when he was cast as spider-man, they split and moved on. years later they meet again

Aftercare - @dlwritings

not everyone cares about their first time - some people just wanted to get it over with. you had always wanted it to be special, a special time with a special guy but after ages of never finding that guy, you decide to just get it over with - tom helps with the aftermath of the disaster

Sadness Ritual - @cherrytdatt

that same old best friends falling in love concept we all know and love

Limits Of Desire (Series) - @peeterparkr

you met tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends - wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize how you really feel

You And Me - @sunshinehollandd

you and tom are best friends, and have been forever, you’re both in love with each other, but are too afraid to admit it

The Ten Stages (Series) - @ohholyfanfics

after y/n shows up at tom’s doorsteps with an overnight bag and a broken heart, a bet made early on starts to have more significance than every before - this is the story of how tom holland a surgeon with little to no plans for his future falls for his best friend the psychiatrist who seems to have everything planned out

Pretty Please - @fairytelling

how do you deal with a debilitating, stupid, soul-destroying crush on your childhood best friend, tom? apparently, by trying to set him up with someone else

Supercluster - @wizkiddx

its toms birthday but he has a few things to get off his chest and into the night sky, y/n joins in with a bit of a revelation too

The Way I Love You - @itsbeaconhillsbaby

your best friend tom is helping you move in, but you have a secret and it’s been making things difficult - it’s time to fess up

Their Suspicious - @tomthesoftie

harry, haz, and tuwaine begin to notice a change between you and tom, so they come up with a plan...make tom jealous

Light On - @naturallytom

“you can be mad at someone and still miss them"

Limits Of Desire (Series) - @peeterparkr

you met tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends - wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize how you really feel

Too Close - @arvinsescape

at what point do you realise you’re too close to your best friend?

How To Unlove Someone (Series) - @whatevsholland

“i’ve got a plan, don’t worry. it never fails,” tom told you as you took a sip, “this is how to unlove someone"

From One Kid To Another - @ptersmj

it was a mistake, a beautiful one that you didn’t make on your own

"You're Shaking" - @mannien

when millie is supposed to be strong and emotionally ready to celebrate her sister’s wedding, the best friend arrives to the rescue

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shellshocklove · 2 years

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part nine: i don’t know where i stand | tom holland x reader

pairing: childhood!best friend!tom holland x female!reader

summary: it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.

warnings: angst like a lot! the first part of this is a little heavy and dramatic tbh, mentions/alluding to anxiety and depression, mentions of dying, a lot of dialogue, smut 18+ (minors dni!!!), protected sex

word count: 6.3k

a/n: this is it! the last chapter 😢 i just want to say a huge thank you for reading the series. and thank you to those of you that have left comments and sent me a dm! you’re all so kind and it really means a lot! hopefully you all like the ending! i’m always grateful for any feedback so feel free to send your comments. i would love to hear what you all think! happy reading! 💗

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You i’m so sorry tom, but i can’t come with you to the airport 😔 one of my coworkers couldn’t come in today bc their child is sick, and now my boss is forcing me to go to all the meetings she was supposed to have today 😕

Tom 💗 but i’m already on my way to your flat…

You i’m already at work…

That last text was a lie, you were home, laying comfortably under the covers in your bed. It wasn’t your co-worker that had called in sick, it was you. You felt awful. Last night you’d gotten home and cried yourself to sleep. If you even fell asleep. You didn’t know. Maybe you slept, but you didn’t dream, and when you’d woken up you felt empty. Like there was a hole right through your body. Like you weren’t even a person anymore. Just a shell of your old self.

Tom 💗 is facetiming you

You let your phone ring. You couldn’t talk to him. Couldn’t hear his voice or see his face. You feared that if you did, you’d change your mind, and you just couldn’t do that. You had to stand your ground. Build your walls back up so you could protect your heart.

You can’t talk right now i’m in a meeting

Tom 💗 what’s going on y/n? is everything okay? like between us?

You yes, ofc! have a safe flight!

He left you on read.

You couldn’t give him what he wanted from you. You couldn’t be his best friend anymore, and you couldn’t be his girlfriend either. This time, you were the one who had to leave him. To be the one to let go. Your feelings for him had grown roots in your heart these past months, and now you had to dig through the soil, pulling each budding feeling up by the root. It’s for the best, you thought. As much as it hurts, we’re both better off without each other.

The London weather was cloudy and gloomy, weighing you down, as you walked from the bus stop to your flat. In your hands you were carrying your food shop. As if you couldn’t feel any heavier. It was mid-December. The days were shorter, and the long nights illuminated by Christmas lights. Outside your flat you pulled your coat tighter around you as you felt a biting wind blow right through your body. You quickly fumbled your hands in your coat pocked searching for your keys. You were longing to step inside your warm flat. Longing to climb onto your sofa with a wool blanket wrapped tightly around your body.

This had become your routine now. Every weekday you’d go to work and then straight back home. You’d make something easy and quick for dinner and then spend the rest of your evening on the sofa under a blanket, watching movies you’d watched a hundred times, never leaving your spot until you’d go to bed. Most weekends you didn’t even leave your flat, staying hauled up inside, not seeing another person or speaking a word out loud until you arrived at work Monday morning. Time was passing by so slow, and at the same so fast you had a hard time keeping up.

Maria worried about you. You knew she did. She’d come over sometimes, on the weekends, just to hang out. Sometimes she brought Matt along and you’d eat dinner together at your flat. She invited you out every once in a while too – either to go see a movie, go for a hike, or for a drink at the pub. But you declined her offers as gently as you could. She knew you – knew not to push you to do things you didn’t want.

But one Saturday evening, when the credits of some movie you’d just watched started rolling, she asked you what was wrong.

“Did something happen with Tom?” she said it so softly, almost as if she was afraid that your break apart if she mentioned his name.

You made a face and sighed, “Maria…”. You didn’t want to get into it right now. You didn’t want to rip open a wound that was slowly closing.

“Is it because he left? You always have a hard time with people leaving.” Her voice almost a whisper. You got up from your sofa, the blanket falling to the floor.

“Maria, please just– let it be. I can’t talk about this right now… I’m tired.” A deep sigh left your lips. She quickly stood to her feet and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“You know I love you, right? I’m not asking to make you feel awful. I’m asking because I care about you… and if something’s wrong, you shouldn’t have to carry it by yourself!”

“I–I… I just can’t talk about it yet,” you felt tears threatening to spill.

“That’s okay, love! I understand… but please, when you’re ready, tell me and let me help you!” her hand rested on the back off your head. You let out a chocked sob. Why were you doing this to yourself? You knew better than to carry something so painful by yourself.

“Oh, honey… just let it out” she stroked your hair, and you did as she said. You let it all out. You let yourself cry. Your words came out between strangled sobs as you told her everything. You told her about how you’d been in love with Tom since you were teenagers. How you’d felt like you’d lost a piece of your soul, a piece of you, when your friendship ended the first time. And after you’d felt like your body was bleeding out, wondered if you could survive without him in your life. You told her about how happy you’d been to have him back in your life, even if it was only as his friend. How it felt the same, like no time had passed. When you told her about your first time together, that night after the club, you both sat back down on the sofa.

“The morning after I thought things between us might change, but they didn’t. We didn’t even talk about it, he just pretended like nothing had happened, and then it got all awkward.” You had stopped crying now. “Nothing more happened between us, safe for some flirting I guess, until the night before he left for his press tour. I was over at his house helping him pack, and we had sex. And he told me he was in love with me.” You left the words hang in the air.

Maria budged your arm, urging you to go on, “And then what happened?”

“I panicked… I guess. Why would he tell me that the night before he left? Did he even mean it, or was it something he just said in the heat of the moment? And I didn’t want him to leave, but he was leaving! He was leaving me, again… and I–I– just couldn’t handle that, so I just bolted out of there… didn’t even say goodbye. I didn’t want to lose him, but I couldn’t be his girlfriend, and I couldn’t go back to being just friends either. So, I thought it would just be easier to not be anything at all. He called all week after, and sent me a hundred texts, but I never responded, and then he stopped.” You started crying again.

“But somehow being nothing at all is worse than being nothing but a friend to him, and I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.”

Maria got quiet for a moment, she needed to process all the new information she’d just heard. “I think…,” she said after a beat, “he is in love with you. I saw it when I first met him at the pub, how he looked at you and cared for you… it was obvious to everyone but you two. I don’t know how, but I think you should talk to him, and tell him everything, be completely open and honest. And if he doesn’t feel the same, it can’t get any worse than how you’re feeling right now. You have nothing to lose.”

Maria was right. You needed to talk to Tom, but you had to do it face to face, so there wouldn’t be any misunderstandings. But when you’d be able to tell him, to meet him face to face again, you didn’t know. He was still on his press tour. He could be half across the world right now for all you knew.

After you’d told Maria, you were still sad, but the heaviness of your heart, the heaviness of your feelings, the feelings you’d kept to yourself all these years, felt easier to carry. You weren’t carrying them by yourself anymore. You now had Maria to help you carry them. And she’d planted a seed of hope in your heart.

When you made it inside your flat a thought crossed your mind, something you’d almost forgotten while hurrying to get home. You had promised your father that you’d come over for dinner today. You looked at the clock. It was passed four already. You had no chance in hell to be at his house by half past four, like you’d promised. You quickly put away your food shop. Halfway out the door, you rang your father telling him you’d be a little late. You hoped he wouldn’t be mad, and he wasn’t, he even asked you to pop into the shops on your way over. He had forgotten to buy milk, and somehow it was crucial dinner ingredient he couldn’t substitute.

You did as you were told and popped into the supermarket closest to your dad’s house. You’d been there a hundred times. You knew it inside and out. This was where you and Tom would pop in to buy ice-lollies in the summer or buy yourself energy drinks and pastries during the breaks in secondary school.

You quickly made your way over to the dairy section, grabbing a carton of milk. When you were about to turn around and walk back the way you came, you heard a familiar voice call out your name. You were sure your legs were going to give out from under you when you saw him. There he stood. Tom. A packet off eggs in his hands. He was home.

“What are you doing here?” you blurted out. Ahh!!! You wanted to take it back as soon as you said it.

“Oh… I’m just visiting my parents… or did you mean London? The No Way Home premier is on Friday…” He looked tired or maybe he looked sad? Sad because of you? You felt your heart break a little.

“What are you doing here?” he sighed.

“Oh… me and dad are having dinner… he forgot to buy milk.” You held up the carton in your hand. He didn’t say anything, only nodded his head.

And there it was. That awkwardness again. It was unbearable. You wanted to reach your hand out, to feel his arms around you again, to feel his lips against yours. To just forget everything that had happened and be with him again. You shifted your weight. You didn’t know what to say to him. You knew you needed to make it right again, but how?

“Ehm… Do–“,

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” he cut you off. “And why did you leave?” the sadness in his eyes now replaced with anger. “I–, I thought you loved me… you told me you did!”

“I–, do you really want to do this here Tom?” you gestured around you. He sighed again, and lightly shook his head.

You shifted your weight and took a few hesitant steps toward him, you didn’t know what to say, “Can we meet up later, after dinner? To talk? I have some stuff I need to say to you, and I need to apologize!”. You tried your best to keep your voice steady.

“y/n,” he sighed with a frown on his face. He wanted to say no, you could see it, but you couldn’t let him go now. This was your chance to make it okay again. To tell him face to face what an idiot you had been.

“Please? I just need to talk to you this once, and then if you want me to, I’ll leave you alone– I’ll never bother you again,” you pleaded.

He let his shoulders fall, but you’d won him over, “Fine.”

“Okay, so… I’ll probably head home around seven… so do you want to go back to my place? So, we can talk in peace?”

“That’s fine… or whatever,” he huffed. Then he turned on his heels without as much as a goodbye and walked away.

Back at your father’s house, your childhood home, the place where so many of your memories with Tom had been formed, you had a hard time paying attention to what your father were babbling on about over dinner. You were miles away, going over in your head what you were going to say to Tom. You didn’t even know where to start. Maria had told you to be completely honest with him, and that’s what you wanted to be. You wanted to lay it all out, all your fears and anxious thoughts laid bare for him to witness. Like Maria said: you had nothing to lose. But it didn’t mean you weren’t scared. Your heartbeat seemed like it increased with every minute that passed. Your stomach was turning, and your hands were in a constant state of clammy.

At seven o’clock sharp you heard the doorbell ring twice. Tom always rang the doorbell twice. It was your secret code, so you’d always know when he was at your door. It was now or never, you thought.

Your father got up from his seat, a quizzical look on his face, wondering who’s ringing his doorbell on a Wednesday evening. “I’ll go get it! It’s probably Tom”, you said and jumped out of your seat on your father’s sofa. “I ran into him at back at the supermarket… he’s taking me home”, you said over your shoulder as you speed-walked over to the door, afraid that if you let him wait too long, he’d leave and your chance to make it right would slip away like water through your fingers. When you reached the door, you flung it open – and there he stood. Just like he’d stood so many times before. His hands tucked away in the pockets of his winter jacket.

“You coming?”, he said before you could even say something as little as a “hi”.

His voice was void of any emotion, as well as his face. But his eyes, they burned. Burned with anger and hurt.

“Y–Yes… j–just let me get my things and say bye to dad,” you stuttered over your words. Had you ever been this nervous in your life before? you wondered.

“I’m gonna wait in the car.” He said it just as devoid of emotion as before. Then he climbed down your front stairs and walked away. You scrambled to put on your shoes and coat and shouted out a quick bye to your dad. You felt bad leaving him so abruptly, but you couldn’t miss your chance.

When you walked into your flat, with Tom in tow, you knew you couldn’t beat around the bush anymore. The drive over to your flat had been made in complete silence – not even the radio was on. That fifteen-minute drive might have been the longest fifteen minutes in your life. Your head spinning with what you wanted to say, but no words came out. Now you needed to say something.

You took of your shoes and hung your coat on your coatrack. When you turned around to look at Tom, he hadn’t moved. He only stood leaning against your door, fully dressed, with his hands in his pocket.

“Sorry about the mess,” you said. You hadn’t expected to have anyone over today, and you were ashamed to say that hadn’t done much cleaning the last couple of months.

“Do you want to sit down?” you asked and gestured towards your sofa.

He shook his head, “Just say what you wanted to say, y/n… so I can leave. Let’s just be done with it!” his tone was sharp.

You walked over to your sofa, and leaned against the back, buying yourself some time. This is it! It’s now or never!

“Okay…” you sighed, “I don’t even know where to start… well, first of all I want to apologize to you for how I’ve treated you these past months!” you looked at him, but he avoided your gaze. “I’m sorry Tom! I’m so so so sorry!” your voice broke. “Ah…” you tilted your head back and squeezed your eyes shut trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill. He didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry… I’m not gonna cry– I don’t want you to think I’m trying to manipulate you or anything because I’m crying or because of what I’m about to say. I just want be completely honest with you because that’s what you deserve!” you harshly wiped your cheeks.

“Okay…” you tried to pull yourself together.

“When we stopped talking that first time… Life actually got really difficult for me. You were my security blanket back then when we were teenagers, and I think I used to depend on you too much. We used to do everything together, you know. So, when you weren’t there anymore it was hard, and I felt like I didn’t know who I was without you. And you know I’ve always been an anxious person, but that year after we stopped talking, my anxiety just got to another level and I… I had to start therapy to handle it. And it worked… and it was hard, but I made it out the other end. But I also learned who I was and why I took you leaving so hard. I have a serious fear of abandonment because of my parents’ divorce. And like I said– you were my security blanket, you got me through my mother leaving and all the pain that the divorce brought with it. You were my constant in life. And I realize it’s not fair to put all that on you, but I did. And... then you left too– just like my mother and I had no one to turn to. And all that shit, my abandonment issues, it is still in me… a part of me”. You couldn’t fight back the tears anymore.

Tom didn’t say anything, but he was looking at you, listening to you. His eyes were sad, the anger from earlier simmered down. “And then there’s the fact that I was in love with you– are still in love with you. I don’t think I can ever stop being in love with you. I’m so in love with you I don’t know what to do with myself!” you huffed out an unhumorous laugh. A hand flew to your cheeks, wiping your tears that were now flowing in a steady stream.

“I thought I was over you, but when I saw you again in that pub all those months ago… all those old feelings flooded back. And it made me sad because I knew you would never feel the same way for me as I felt for you… and then we started hanging out again, and you helped me with my flat, and everything felt like it used to feel all those years ago. Like nothing had happened. And I was happy again. And I was okay with just being your best friend, because I’d rather have you back in my life and be just your friend, than to not have you in my life at all. And then that night with Jasper happened, and we did what we did when we got back to your house– I don’t know… I thought that maybe you felt the same way I did. But then we never talked about it, and you just ignored it… I felt so silly getting my hopes up…” you were rambling. The words flowing out of you.

“But after the wedding I didn’t know what to think. If I were with anyone else, I would say that what we were doing was dating. But I did it with you… and all the lines were blurry. And then you were leaving again and my bubble burst. My abandonment alarms in my head were blaring, but I tried my very best to keep it together– to tell myself that we were in a different place now and you wouldn’t vanish from my life again. And then you kissed me– and we had sex– and you told me you were in love with me. I was so happy! I’ve never been as happy in my life as I was when you told me that! But then my anxiety kicked in and my thoughts started to spiral. ‘Why would you say that the night before you were leaving?’, ‘it probably only slipped out in the heat of the moment– you didn’t really mean it’… you get it? And then my fear of you leaving– of you abandoning me took over, and even more irrational thoughts invaded my mind. I didn’t want to lose you, but I couldn’t go back to just being your best friend and pretend that everything was fine. So, I got it into my head that the best thing for me was to leave you first… before you had the chance to leave me… but I was wrong, and for that I’m so sorry! I completely understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore– but I just wanted to tell you why I did what I did and to apologize to you!” you took a deep breath.

It felt good to finally get all your feelings off your chest. When you looked at Tom, you could see silent tear roll down his cheeks. You wanted to walk over to him and wipe it away. To throw your arms around him and pull him into a hug. To comfort him. To make him feel better. But you couldn’t… you were the reason for why he was hurting.

Tom was quiet for a long time before he finally said, “I accept your apology.”

Your shoulders fell at his words and more tears rolled down your cheeks. “Thank you,” you whispered. A relief washed over you.

He pulled his hands from his jacket pockets and wiped his tears away. Then he slipped off his shoes and hung his jacket up beside yours on your coat rack. Still, he didn’t move from your door.

“y/n… I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember– I’ve been in love with you since before I knew what love even was. I’ve been in love with you when I’ve been single, and I’ve been in love with you when I’ve been in relationships with other girls. I think about you all the time… you don’t even know! Whenever I’m without you I wonder what you’re doing, I wonder what you’re thinking about, and if you’re thinking about me. But we’re so complicated! You’re my best friend, and the only reason that I’ve never told you about how I feel is because I don’t want to lose you as my friend. And I’ve always been scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way, and if I’d tell you, it would be awkward between us. There’s always been this unspoken agreement between us that we’re just friends, and that’s what we’d tell everyone else. When I saw you again in that pub, my heart skipped a beat! I couldn’t believe it was you. I wanted to go say hi, but you were laughing with your friends, and I honestly didn’t know what to say to you after so much time had passed. You looked so different, and at the same time you… you hadn’t changed at all. I felt so bad about how we’d stopped talking, and after what you’ve told me now… I feel even worse”. Tom took a few steps closer to where you stood.

“Tom, it’s not your fault! Please don’t feel bad about that!” you pleaded.

“But you’re right! We were so co-dependent on each other back then, and I know you have a hard time with people leaving. I knew it back then. But my life just got so crazy, and everything moved so fast, and suddenly six years had gone by. Every day these past months I’ve wanted to tell you how I feel, but I was so scared of losing you. So, I thought I’d show you how I felt instead, and you let me. Touching you, cuddling you, sleeping in the same bed. I thought you might understand what I felt for you. What I was trying to say. But you never said anything and then I realized I had to show you in other ways, and you let me do that too, you begged me to do it to you, that night after everything went down with Jasper. I wanted to comfort you– I wanted to make you feel better, and I wanted to show you how I felt about you… and then you begged me for you to return the favour. A favour… You thought I was only doing you a favour. I– I didn’t know what to do, so I just ignored what we’d done. I realize it’s stupid now, but we’re both idiots I guess…” he took another few steps closer to you.

“And then I was leaving for the press tour, and I couldn’t leave without telling you how I felt. I wanted to do it weeks before I had to leave, but every time I came close to saying it, I chickened out. And then we were watching Spirited Away, and it brought back so many memories and you looked so beautiful– I just had to kiss you. And you kissed me back! And I told you how I was in love with you, and you told me you also were in love with me. And I had the best sex of my life and I had never ever been happier… But then after... you literally fled my house and you ghosted me.” He was standing in front of you now. His hands reached for yours.

“You broke my heart y/n!” he choked out. “And you couldn’t even give me a reason for why you did what you did… first I was concerned that I’d done something wrong, but I couldn’t think of anything. When you wouldn’t even answer the phone or my texts, I got angry. I got angry at myself for ruining what we had, for putting myself before our friendship. Then I got angry at you. I got angry at you for not caring enough to pick up the fucking phone, or to at least send a text. But as angry as I was, I also missed you. I missed you so much it physically hurt. Because I didn’t want to lose you– I couldn’t do that again either.” He leaned his forehead against yours. He was crying just as hard as you were.

“But, now… I understand why you did what you did. You were just as scared as I was about losing each other. I accept your apology–” you cut him off by brushing your lips against his, catching them in a kiss. His lips tasted salty from the tears, but he also tasted like coming home

He melted into you and deepened the kiss. His right hand cupping your cheek, while the other travelled to your back, pressing you flush against his body. When you felt his tongue ghost your bottom lip, you opened yourself up to him, you wanted him to know all of you.

He pushed you up against the back of your sofa, never breaking the kiss. Your clumsy hand met the fabric, steadying yourself against it as you sat down on the backrest, legs spread for Tom to slot between them. The kiss got needier, and you felt a wet patch form in your panties. Your hands slid down to his waist, pulling him closer to your throbbing core. A soft groan escaped his mouth as he rutted his hips against you.

“I need you,” he breathed out between kisses.

You whined into his mouth, “I need you too… so much”.

Your eager hands found the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down his legs. With his pants half-way down his thighs, one of his hands came to rest over yours– the one hooked into the waistband of his boxers. In the rush of him helping you pull down his boxers, his other hand lost it’s grip around your waist, the movement making you lose your balance on the backrest.

“Oh, shit!” you cried as you half fell half slid backwards down the back cushions, legs pointing straight up in the air.

“Shit! y/n, darling! You hurt?” Tom’s voice was coated with concern. The fall didn’t hurt – the soft cushions broke your fall. But you must’ve looked ridiculous. The both of you must’ve looked ridiculous. You sprawled out on the sofa, feet in the air – while Tom stood there baffled, cock out.

“Only my pride,” you chuckled. Leaning over the backrest, he helped you sit up.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked as he held your head in his hands. You tilted your head, leaning into his touch, while your eyes searched for his.

“I’m okay, but maybe we should go upstairs?” you posed, a lopsided grin plastered on your face.

A chuckle left his lips while he leaned down to place a kiss on yours. “I’d love to take you upstairs.” he whispered against your lips.

Giggling, you raced upstairs to your bedroom with Tom in tow. When you crossed the door sill, Tom pulled you close, catching your lips in a needy kiss. With lips weaved together you stumbled towards your bed. When the back of Tom’s legs touched the end of your bed, you pushed him down to sit, breaking your kiss. Then you quickly pulled your sweater over your head, getting undressed in front of him. He followed suit, removing his hoodie, and discarding the rest of his clothes. Completely naked in front of him, you stepped between his legs. The air between you were thick with arousal as he slid his hands up the back of your thighs, pulling you down to straddle him.

His cock was hard, standing straight up in his lap. You needed him so bad. Your pussy already soaking with your arousal, without him even touching you. When you felt his hands glide over your thighs, sliding closer to your core, you automatically started grinding your pussy against his cock, earning you a string of curses and groans from Tom. The friction against your clit, as you rutted your hips against his, felt amazing.

“Need to feel you,” you whispered.

“Do you have a condom?” he whispered back.

“Yes– just let me…”, you stood to your feet and walked over to your nightstand.

Meanwhile Tom moved up the bed, sitting down comfortably against your headboard. He had his cock in hand, stroking himself lazily as his eyes trailed your body. You handed him the condom and climbed into bed. Seated in between his legs, you clenched around nothing as you watched him roll the rubber down his length.

“Come here my baby girl” he reached his hand out and you crawled closer to his body. His hand found your waist steadying you, as you straddled his lap. You let your forehead fall against his.

“Hi,” you whispered, your lips upturned in a soft smile.

“Hi,” he chuckled before he pressed his lips against yours.

You leaned into the kiss, loving the feel of his soft lips on yours, wanting nothing more than to do this for the rest of your life. But at the same time, you were also impatient, the need in your stomach overtaking the softness of your feelings in your heart.

Without breaking the kiss, you sat up in his lap, your pussy hovering over his cock. Your hands found the top of his shoulders, steadying yourself. With his other hand, the one not holding your waist, he grabbed a hold of the base of his cock and positioned himself at your entrance. You moaned against his lips as you lowered yourself down on him. Sitting all the way down, you could feel him deep inside you, stretching you so good. His hands moved to your arse when you started moving your hips into him, guiding you down on his cock.

“Fuck, baby girl! You’re so tight around me,” he groaned, as he bucked his hips into you. You picked up your pace, building up a rhythm together.

It didn’t take you long to feel that heavenly pressure building in your stomach. Your breathing got laboured and your pace sloppy. Chasing your high, your fingers found your clit, circling it, making you clench around his cock.

“Tom… I–I’m close!” you managed to stutter out.

“I know baby girl– you’re clenching the life out of me”.

His grip on your arse tightened as he took control, thrusting up into you at a faster pace. This new angle making his throbbing cock hit the spot inside you with every thrust, making you cry out in blissed out pleasure.

“I’m so close… want to cum with you,” Tom groaned. You pressed down harder on your clit, circling it faster. You were tethering on the edge, and with the way his cock pulsed inside you, you knew he was too.

With one last thrust he came, pulling you with him over the edge of bliss. Trembling in his lap, you came hard around his cock. Your orgasm hitting you in waves of pleasure, making your legs shake, and your walls pulse and clench around him. Your orgasm milking his cock, making him twitch inside you as he painted the inside of the condom in quick spurts. The aftershocks of your orgasm left you both moaning messes.

His hands on your arse slid up your body, pulling you close to him. You collapsed against him, your bare chest against his bare chest, and your head crooked against his neck. You were both breathing heavy, hearts beating in sync.

You stayed like that, holding each other close, until both your breathing had calmed down, and his cock had gone soft inside you. You placed slow and soft kisses up his neck all the way to his mouth, where you caught his smiling lips in a loving kiss.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. “I love you so much!” you almost giggled. You felt so happy.

“I love you too!” he smiled against your lips, his hand cupping your cheek. When you both broke away from your kiss his eyes fell to your necklace. A diamond heart on a gold chain.

“You’re still wearing your necklace?” he sounded suprised.

“Yes, I promised I’d wear it every day.” you smiled. Tom’s eyes sparkled as he pulled you close and caught your lips in another kiss.

When he broke the kiss he locked eyes with you as he whispered, “Let me get you cleaned up, okay?”. His brown sparkling eyes were soft and full of love, making your stomach do a backflip. You felt giddy. Tom was the love of your life, and he loved you, even if you’d been an idiot. He loved you.

“Okay,” you slowly nodded your head while his thumb caressed your cheek.

He helped you off his lap, a quiet whine escaping your lips as he pulled out. Then he gently laid you down in your bed, and pulled the covers over you, so you wouldn’t get cold. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, “don’t leave”, he joked before he stood to his feet, discarding the condom and walking into your bathroom. You rolled eyes, but your heart swelled at the fact that he was already joking about what had happened.

When he came back out, washcloth in hand, he was wearing the biggest grin you’d ever seen. He cleaned you up, while he placed soft kisses to your inner thighs, making you giggle. When he was done you stretched your arms out.

“Hold me?” you asked, “I feel so safe in your arms. I always have”.

He chuckled and laid down beside you, pulling you close to his chest. “How can I say no when you put it like that?”

You let your head rest on his chest. Your ear pressed up against his heart, listening to the steady beat. You reached out your hand over his chest, searching for his. When you felt his warm hand i yours you intertwined your fingers over his chest.

“Who am I kidding? I could never say no to you.” he sighed as he pulled you even closer to his body, while tangeling your legs together. A smile blossomed on your face at his words. You couldn’t fight the urge to lean your face up to place a kiss on his lips.

As giddy as you felt, you remembered what he’d said before you kissed him downstairs. You’d broken his heart. You’d hurt him bad. You needed to apologize.

“I’m so sorry that I hurt you, Tom.” you said, sadness and remorse coating every word.

“My darling, I know it wasn’t intentional.” he said softly. You couldn’t detect an ounce of anger or resentment in his voice.

“It doesn’t change the fact that I did.” you sighed.

His hold around you tightened as he placed a finger under chin, making you look him in the eye. “The only thing that matters right now is that we’re together. All I want is to put this mess behind us and to be with you!” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, as if he was sealing the deal – confirming his wish.

“That’s all I want too!” you sighed contentedly into his lips.

“But just to be clear, since we’re so bad at communicating our feelings, and to make it official: do you want to be my boyfriend?” you asked as you bit your lip.

“Yes, y/n! I want to be your boyfriend! There’s nothing in the world I want more than to be your boyfriend! Do you want to be my girlfriend?” he couldn’t hold back his laugh.

“Yes, Tommy! I would love to be your girlfriend!” you giggled.

“Great! Because you’re stuck with me now, you know.” A cheeky grin spread across his face. You giggled at his words before you leaned in to press another kiss against his lips.

“There’s no one else, in this whole entire world, I’d rather be stuck with, than you!”

THE END

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americaswritings · 2 years

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By your side

Warnings: angst, feeling low, fluff in the end

Request: “Hiiii!!! Could I request a Tom fic with reader living with the boys and one day she’s just kinda off and a little more snappy? Like she just started feeling bad out of no where but Tom can tell and doesn’t even say anything just walking to her and hugging her, knowing she loves physical touch with him :) maybe them just cuddling a while and her still snappy at the other boys but while still being all cuddly to him.”

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Pairing: Tom Holland x roommate!reader

A/N: This was requested. I hope you enjoy :) Also I still can’t get over how good Tom looks in Uncharted. He’s just *che’s kiss*

Please talk to people you trust about your feelings. Botteling them up won’t help, it will only make it worse. Don’t be scared to be vulnerable. Allow yourself to feel what you have to feel and open up about it to someone. It will help, trust me. I believe in you! xx

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You had woken up feeling off.

Living with Tom, his brothers and Harrison had been one of the best decisions you have ever made. Your days were filled with laughter, smiles and jokes. They distracted you from the hard reality, the parts of your life that felt like a mess.

For a while you could escape your habits of overthinking and doubting yourself, could forget your worries and dismiss your struggles.

But it seemed you couldn’t pretend with yourself forever, the reality of your life eventually catching up with you.

Yet you were taken by surprise as you woke up feeling on edge.

You didn’t know what caused your change in mood, making you irritable and annoyed by even the smallest of things. You felt bad for the boys, seeing the surprise and shock in their eyes as you snapped at them for leaving the dishes pile up or the window open for too long.

It wasn’t their fault you felt like this and deep inside you felt guilty for being so harsh, but you couldn’t stop. You weren’t able to push your feelings aside and put on a smile.

Sometimes feelings demanded to be felt.

You were relieved when the boys announced they were going out to play golf. You had never seen the thrill of the sport, only tagging along them sometimes when you didn’t have anything else to do. You doubted that being alone would make you feel better, but at least they wouldn’t be at the receiving end of your attitude anymore.

Hearing a knock on your door, you lifted your head. When you took your eyes off the phone in your hands you saw Tom carefully entering the room. “Hey.” His voice was soft, a glint of concern visible in his eyes as he leaned against the doorframe. You could see the hesitation in his movements, afraid to upset you. “Everything okay?”

You melted under his worried gaze for a moment, his caring words sparking something deeply inside of you, but the irritation returned only a second later. Crossing your arms over your chest in your own defence, you eyed him with a little frown on you face. “I’m fine.”

Your voice wasn’t harsh but sharp enough for you to flinch at yourself on the inside. You knew Tom didn’t deserve your cold behaviour, but you didn’t seem able to stop yourself, as if a part of you longed for the hurt that came with it.

“Okaaay.” Tom dragged out the word, seemingly not convinced but knowing not to push further. “The boys and I are leaving now. We will be back in 2 hours or so.”

His gaze flickered to the ground for a moment, as if he couldn’t bear to look at your harsh expression any longer before he found your gaze again. “Look I-” “Tom? Mate, you’re coming?”

Harry’s voice interrupted whatever Tom had wanted to say, causing him to tense as he turned to the hallway. “On my way”, he yelled back, shifting as he looked back at you.

“Call me if you need anything.” He held up his phone to emphasize his words, waiting for you to nod before leaving.

When the front door fell shut you let out a breath, your emotions threatening to overwhelm you now that you were alone and didn’t have to put up a front any longer.

The guilt for your mean behaviour had grown stronger. It was mixed with regret and hurt as you remembered the sight of Tom’s gaze darting to the floor so he didn’t have to look at you anymore and his hesitation towards you.

You wondered if the boys had planned to go golfing all along or if the idea had come up spontaneously, a way to escape your moody presence. You couldn’t blame them, but that didn’t mean it hurt less.

Your mind wandered, wondering if the boys were talking about you right now, complaining about your behaviour to each other. You gulped as you imagined it, shaking your head as if you could shake off the vivid images.

Tears had sprung to your eyes, causing you to get more upset at yourself. You weren’t the victim here. If they were ranting about you in this moment, there was no one else to blame than yourself.

Still, it hurt.

You were too drained to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes, didn’t care enough to hold them back any longer. Perhaps crying would release your bottled-up emotions and you would feel relief afterwards.

Your vision became blurry while more and more tears slid down your cheeks. Your body was shaking with sobs, and you curled into a ball on your bed. Pulling your knees closer to your chest you made yourself as small as possible, hugging yourself to provide yourself with comfort.

You didn’t know what had caused your sudden mood swing, the heaviness which suddenly weighted on your shoulders and darkened everything around you.

Surely there was some underlying cause to it, something that had triggered you or an unconscious thought or feeling which had built up over time until it had reached a tipping point.

The crying didn’t seem to help, only making you feel worse about yourself, but you weren’t able to stop. Pulling out your phone you scrolled through your contacts, your finger hovering over his name before you thought better of it.

He had told you to call, if you needed anything.

You didn’t know what you needed. Only that you needed him.

But it wasn’t fair to call him now, interrupt the game with his brothers so he could come to comfort you. You didn’t deserve it after the way you had acted, couldn’t bother him with your issues, especially since you couldn’t name a reason you were feeling this way.

The temptation was there; just a little movement of your finger and Tom would drop everything and come home to you. You wouldn’t even have to say something. The second he would hear your sobs he would be on his way.

You would have smiled at the thought, but the heaviness was too powerful to allow such simple joy.

Calling Tom would be selfish. He was always working so hard. Time off, spend at home and with his brothers doing something he enjoyed was precious for him and you wouldn’t get in the way of it.

He deserved to be happy and not someone to pull him down.

The clock told you it would only be a matter of time until the boys would return from their match. You would pull yourself together, you told yourself. It was just a bad day, nothing to make a big deal out of.

Yet the feeling that there was more to it, that something was off, didn’t fade.

You could hear their chatter before the door opened, laughing at each other and debating their match. “That was pure luck”, Sam argued, rolling his eyes at his twin before he noticed you in the kitchen. “Oh hey, y/n!”

He offered you a little wave, his voice revealing a hint of caution since he wasn’t sure what mood you were currently in.

The others were right after him, beginning to take of their jackets and shoes. Your eyes fell on Tom, his face so relaxed as he laughed at something Harrison had said.

When he locked up, catching your eye, you quickly turned away, trying to resume cutting tomatoes. You had only been distracted one second, but it had been enough time for the pasta water to boil and begin to bubble over.

“Damnit!” You ran towards it, quickly taking the pot of the stove and turning the heat down. You let out a sigh as you took in the mess in front of you, beginning to clean up the water which had spilled.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

You tensed as you heard his voice behind you, a sharp comment on your tongue but pushing it aside. “Cleaning up the mess I made”, you told him, not looking up as you wrung out the cloth over the sink.

You heard him step closer, the chattering noises of the boys shifting towards the living room. So you were alone.

“Yeah, I can see that. Let me help you.” You turned around to see him move towards you, eager to step in, but you held up your hands. “I got it, thanks.” Tom looked at you, the hesitation from earlier back in his features and now accompanied by a frown.

“What are you doing anyway?”, he asked. There was no judgement in his tone, only surprise as his gaze drifted over the chopping boards, knives and vegetables lying around and the stack of plates at the side.

You left the wet cloth in the sink, placing the pot back onto the stove and shifting your attention to Tom.

“I was trying to cook for you guys”, you confessed, biting your lip as the humiliation sank in. You weren’t the best cook, but not a terrible one either and after your behaviour earlier you thought it would be a nice surprise for the boys.

Moreover, it had been a good way to distract yourself and after a while the urge to break into tears had faded.

But it seemed today things just couldn’t go right for you. On top of that it seemed to faze you in a way it normally wouldn’t, leaving you upset over something unsignificant like the water boiling over.

Tom’s eyes softened, filling with concern as he took in your expression. He could see how upset you were and how you were trying to hide how low you felt. He knew you too well to overlook the clear signs you had been crying, your eyes still a bit puffy and your cheeks a little red.

You appeared worn out, vulnerable in a way that he feared you could break at any second. His worry grew and with it the unease that something had happened he didn’t know about, something that weighted on you.

He was desperate to find out what it was, so that he could make it better or at least help you through it. But he was scared how you would react if he asked, not wanting to risk overwhelming you and making you push him away in response.

Instead, he took a few large strides towards you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You were taken off-guard by the motion, a little stiff in his embrace at first but allowing yourself to relax into it as his warmth surrounded you.

You closed your eyes, inhaling his scent and focusing on the feeling of his arms around your body. Being with Tom, him holding you in his arms like this, felt safe. It grounded you and reminded you that things were going to be okay.

As long as you had Tom, you would be okay.

You clung onto that thought the same way you clung onto him.

You were the first one to break the hug, but somehow the atmosphere wasn’t filled with awkwardness or nervous chuckles to break the tension. Instead, you felt oddly at peace. The heaviness was still an invisible burden on your shoulders, but it felt a little more bearable with Tom by your side.

The two of you were mostly silent as he helped you finish cooking dinner, but you could sense Tom didn’t seem to mind it. You were simply enjoying each other’s company, no words needed as you fell into your own rhythm. The two of you had always worked well as a team. It seemed it wasn’t different in the kitchen.

The boys were delighted as you served the food, shooting you curious gazes to figure out your state at first. But as dinner went on, your sour mood seemed to be forgotten. Still, you stayed silent, not trusting yourself enough not to ruin the comfortable atmosphere again and instead listening to their stories from the match.

Later you settled on the couch for a movie night. The boys had picked Mission Impossible, one you had seen countless times before, but you found yourself not caring about their movie choice as long as you could stay in Tom’s arms.

He had pulled you close to him when you got comfy for the movie, and while you were surprised by how casually he initiated the closeness between the of you, you found yourself smiling a little for the first time that day.

You stayed cuddled into him for the whole movie, finally relaxing. You could see the boys giving you looks, some obvious to show their curiosity and silently asking what was going on between the two of you. Others were more subtle, when they were peeking at your position in Tom’s arms.

None of you acknowledged them and they were smart enough not to ask.

Tomorrow would be a new day, a new opportunity for you to wake up and leave the hollow feeling behind you. And if it hadn’t passed you knew you had Tom to rely on.

You would be okay.

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rdmdani · 4 years

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No Inhibitions - Peter Parker

WARNING: SMUT, THIGH-RIDING, OVERSTIMULATION, SMUT SMUT SMUT (SEX POLLEN)

WORD COUNT: 3777

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You told him that it was a bad idea. Tony specifically told the two of you to stay away, but Peter wanted to see what everyone was being so secretive about. Of course you didn't want to join him, but he begged you and Peter had this ability to convince you to do just about anything. He knows it too. So when he came into your room and begged you to come with him (Tony would be less likely to yell at him if you were with him), you couldn’t say no.

But you should’ve.

“Peter what are we even looking for?” you asked him with a bored expression. Peter looked back at you and shrugged. He didn’t have a clue. You sighed and leaned against the door frame, waiting for your idiotic friend to hurry up and leave. The deal was that you would go with him to the room, but you wouldn’t go in. Peter whined for a moment about it, but decided that it was better than nothing.

“I’m guessing I’ll know it when I see it,” he commented as he continued snooping around Banner’s work space. Guessing that you would be there for a while, you pulled out your phone and began scrolling through social media. You could hear Peter shuffling around the room mumbling to himself, but you concluded that if he found what he was looking for he would let you know.

It was quiet for a while, maybe two or three minutes before you heard clattering and Peter let out a short cry. When you looked up, you saw Peter flat on his ass looking up at some weird pink plant. You didn’t move to help him up or make any noise because of the look he had on his face. He looked dazed or distracted, like he was in some trance.

“Pete?” you asked with furrowed brows, shoving your phone back into your pocket, “You doing okay over there, Spidey?”

Peter’s gaze snapped away from the plant immediately and stuck on you. The way he was looking at you caused your heartbeat to quicken. He both looked confused and enthralled at your presence. You backed away slowly as he rose to his feet, not fully trusting his willpower at the moment.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he spoke almost robotically, stepping closer towards you, “But I think you might need to get Mr. Stark.”

Without questioning him, you took off in the opposite direction where you assumed Tony would be. You ran as fast as you could through the headquarters, earning the attention of everyone you passed. When you finally caught a glimpse of the man, he was in a conversation with Banner. Normally you would just stand beside them awkwardly until you were noticed, but of course this situation was a bit different than all the other times.

“Tony!” you yelled as soon as you saw him, “Tony something happened!”

He turned around and looked at you with a surprised expression, “What hap- where’s the kid?”

You doubled over, holding onto your knees to catch your breath. Tony, who had an idea of what was going on, grabbed onto your shoulders and lifted you to his eyesight, “Y/N, where is Peter? Please tell me you did not go in the lab!”

“I-I didn’t,” you panted, “But Peter did. He messed with something, I don’t know what it was.”

Tony growled lowly to himself, removing his hands from your shoulders, “I need you to go into your room right now and don’t come out until I come to get you.”

“What ha-”

“No,” Tony snapped at you causing you to flinch slightly, “You don’t get to ask any questions. What you get to do is listen to me for once and go to your room.”

“Tony, all due respect and all, but I am not a high schooler anymore,” you seethed, not appreciating his tone, “I am twenty-three, okay? I told Peter to not go in there, but he didn’t listen to me. Don’t you dare treat me like a kid when I am just concerned for my best friend. So you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened in that lab and you’re going to tell me now.”

Tony sighed, his leg shaking impatiently. He didn’t have time to argue with you on this. Peter could be anywhere in the building by now. As much as Tony loved the fact that you were learning to stick up for yourself, he also knew that Peter probably figured out what happened in the lab. If he found that out, that means he’s trying his best to stay as far away from you as possible. There is no telling just how long he can hold himself back. Tony sighed, looking back at Banner who looked just as worried and guilty as Tony did.

“Banner, tell her everything,” Tony instructed, but before you could rejoice, Tony continued, “but walk her to her room while you do it. Quickly please.”

“So you’re saying that Peter was infected by…” you trailed off, not sure what to call the mysterious plant Banner was explaining. Apparently Banner and Tony found it on some planet or something. Tony, of course, was curious and talked Banner into helping him discover it’s powers. Little did they know that they ended up stealing a mating plant.

“We aren’t sure what to call it,” Banner explains, “but all we know is that once you sniff it, you go a bit crazy. Your inhibitions drop and your libido kind of goes crazy.”

“So you’re basically telling me that Peter sniffed a mysterious alien plant and is now roaming the building with a major boner?”

Banner slightly cringes at your terminology, but he couldn’t really argue with it, “Yeah basically.”

“So why am I being sent to my room like a scorned toddler?” you huffed.

Banner looked at you for a short moment, wondering if you were actually serious. When you didn’t budge, he just shrugged his shoulders, “I have no idea. But I’d rather follow Tony’s orders than be on his bad side.”

“I guess I understand that,” you stop in front of your door, turning to the man with a puzzled expression, “I have one last question.”

“Go for it.”

“How are you guys going to help him?”

It has been an hour since Banner and Tony stuffed you into your room. There hasn’t been any word on Peter’s condition, nor if they found him. Of course you have been blowing up everyone’s phones, but the only answer you received was from Nat. It was pretty vague also.

“Stop being a chicken. Do what you have to do. I never sent this message.”

You hate that you knew exactly what she meant. It didn’t take you very long to connect the dots as to why you were the only person being locked in their room. When Peter looked at you after messing with the plant, his eyes never left you once. The way that his eyes traveled down your body like he was soaking you in… You began to berate yourself for taking this long to realize.

You were the first person he saw. That had to be it.

But to break it, you would have to do something that would possibly end your friendship with Peter. Having sex with your best friend has always been the number one “do not”, but what if it was to save him? Though you weren’t entirely sure if he would die from this, but the way Tony was acting you just assumed it was lethal. So you asked yourself the dreaded question:

Would you have sex with your best friend in order to save their life?

Easy. Yes.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before. There was no way that you could see Peter Parker without a shirt and not have that thought. The one reason you never crossed that territory is because you know Peter, and you know that he wouldn’t endanger your friendship like that. Unless he was saving you from an alien plant that made you super horny? Honestly this whole situation is very Riverdale-y.

So you texted Nat. By now she would know.

Where is he?

She didn’t take long to answer you back.

His room.

“Peter?” you whispered, knocking lightly on his door. You could hear shuffling noises from behind the door, but Peter never replied. He had to be in there, Nat said he was. Also, who else would go into Peter’s room? On the brightside, if you were to go in and it wasn’t Peter- you could possibly catch a thief or an eavesdropper. It didn’t take long for you to make up your mind before you pulled out the spare key you had to his room. Peter had one to your room too, just in case.

Whenever you walked in, you noticed that his room had been destroyed. His desk, which was normally cluttered with his little inventions, was empty. The tools and other objects that normally resided on the desk were scattered around the floor. You searched the room for the boy, but he was nowhere in sight.

“Pete?” you called softly. A soft groan sounded from above you. Startled by the sound, you looked up at the ceiling to see your best friend covered in sweat. You could see the pain in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Y/N, you really shouldn’t be in here,” Peter struggled to speak, jumping off the ceiling but staying a fair distance from you.

“Nat told me where to find you, but I’m not supposed to tell anyone,” you spoke softly, attempting to approach him. Peter back up into the wall, trying to stay as far from you as he could.

“Please,” Peter strained, “You don’t understand, you can’t be in here.”

“Banner told me what happened with the plant,” you sighed, stepping forward once more. Peter couldn’t back up anymore. He was stuck.

“Y/N can you not hear me?” Peter whined, “Just listen to me for once. Leave. Please.”

“I’m not leaving until I fix this,” you spoke stubbornly, your arms crossing in front of your arms, “Banner didn’t tell me why I was the only one being kept from you, but I finally figured it out. So I came to help. Please let me help.”

“You figured it out?” he croaked, “And you’re not… do you… you know?”

“I was the first person you saw after you were infected,” you explained, “So I’m guessing it’s like a love potion type deal? First person you see, you get stuck too.”

Peter looked at you in shock before laughing, “That’s not it at all, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the boy, a small frown tugging at your lips. Peter watched as the wheels in your head began to turn. You would figure it out soon. When you did, that would be the end of your friendship. There was no way that you would stay friends with him once you figured out how obsessed with you he was. He’d been in love with you forever and he was really good at hiding it from you. Years and years of pretending that he didn’t think about you writhing underneath him as his lips greedily devoured you… down the drain.

“Oh,” you whispered before meeting his eyes, “That makes this a whole lot less awkward.”

Peter’s grip on the window seal tightened, the wood splintering in his grip. He didn’t meet your eyes, afraid of what he would say or do. His resolve was crumbling by the second and he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to keep away from you. But then he realized something.

“Less awkward?” he spat, “Really? Is right now the time for you to be making jokes?”

“I’m not joking with you, Spidey,” you huffed, “I was going to have this whole heartfelt confession about how I really like you, but you know what. If you don’t want sweet, fine. You won’t get sweet.”

Peter’s eyes darkened, “You-”

“Like you a lot? Have imagined you pinning me down? Wondered what it would be like to have you whisper in my ear? Yeah all of the above, I guess. Also, Peter you broke the window seal. I’m not taking the heat for it so y-”

Hands reached out for you in a frenzy, both grasping onto your hair and tugging you backwards until he had you pressed against the wall, his knee positioned between your legs. You felt Peter’s lips envelope your own, snatching the breath right out of your lungs. Peter’s lips were soft and inviting, also they had a hint of a maple taste but that could be because you made him pancakes this morning. One of his hands abandoned your hair and fell onto your waist. You didn’t argue with him as his fingertips dipped underneath the fabric of your shirt, though you did make a sound when his warm hand caressed your breast, but it wasn’t in protest.

“Peter,” you moaned as his thumb grazed the fabric over your nipple. You felt his body go rigid against yours, a groan of desperation soaring past his lips.

“Pretty girl, I’m going to need you to stay a little quieter for right now,” he strained, “I don’t want our first time to be a blur to you. If you keep making beautiful noises like that, I might break and take you right here.”

You smiled at him challengingly, “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

Peter shivered at your words and gave you a wicked smile before placing both hands on your waist and wrapping you around his hips. His greedy lips bruised the skin of your neck, marking every available spot that he could reach. Your head was thrown back in bliss, symphonies of needy cries escaping your lips. It didn’t help that you could feel him against your crotch, teasing you ever so slightly.

Peter sat on the bed, leaving you sitting pretty on his lap. However, it wasn’t his plan to keep you there.

“Stand and strip.”

You didn’t challenge him this time, you would save that for later. Instead you just stood and slowly removed each article of clothing. Peter’s eyes drank in the sight of you bare in front of him, his beautiful eyes darkened by lust. It only made them more beautiful.

“Good girl,” he hummed, “Now sit on my knee.”

Confused, yet intrigued, you followed his orders. Peter smiled, loving how obedient you were being for him. The look in your eyes as you sat and awaited your next instruction. But he didn’t say anything, not at first. Instead, he began bouncing his leg. A struggled moan pushed passed your lips as the movement stimulated your clit. Your hands desperately grasped onto his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself a bit better. Peter watched you with an amused smile on his lips. He loved seeing the way your eyes screwed tight just at the feeling of his thigh, He couldn’t wait to see your expression when he pushed himself into you.

Peter’s hands fell to your waist, guiding your hips in a grinding motion. You quickly understood his silent instructions and you kept the motion going, pressing down harder on his thigh.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he whispered, his lips grazing your bruised flesh, “I want you to keep going until you cum.”

You whined at his words, but you did as you were told. You rocked your clit against his denim clothed thigh, your eyes fluttering shut at the friction gathering between the two of you. Peter watched you with hunger in his beautiful brown eyes. The desire to touch you became too strong for him, leading him to allow his hand to travel to your heat, rubbing circles against it. The second the pad of his thumb pressed against your soaking wet clit, you were gripping tightly onto his thigh in order to quicken the pace. Peter smirked, enjoying the fact that all it took was his thumb and his thigh to have you falling out of place for him. As your pace increased, so did the bouncing of his knee. He closed his eyes, trying to lock the memory of your desperate mewling inside his mind.

“Peter,” you whined, your nails digging into his jeans.

“Are you close, pretty girl?” he asked sweetly. You could only nod in return, your eyes screwing shut at the knot turning in your stomach. Peter removed his empty hand from your waist and lifted it onto your breast, circling the areola faintly before dipping his head down and encasing your pearled nipple between his perfect lips. The sensation was the finishing touch to make the knot in your stomach finally break, causing stars to erupt in your eyes. You screamed a moan as you tried to ride out your high on Peter’s thumb and thigh, but he had other plans. The second you came, Peter flipped the two of you around, slamming your back onto his mattress. You didn’t have time to question him, nor were you really interested in asking.

Peter helped you ride out your high as he continued rubbing circles on your clit, high pitched whines dripping from your lips like profanities. It was the most provocative thing that Peter had ever heard in his entire life and he was hoping to remember the sound of you screaming his name on the day that he dies. Your hands reached forward and grasped onto Peter’s curls, tugging mercilessly at them.

“Peter,” you cried, “Peter please…”

He didn’t take another moment before ripping off his clothing and following you down onto the mattress. Peter’s warm palm was placed against your breast, massaging it and ever-so-slightly twisting on your nipple. More cries. Peter couldn’t get enough of the way you looked and sounded, dripping wet and desperate. For him. He reached into the dresser beside his bed, pulling out a condom and effortlessly sliding it onto his hard cock.

“Hey,” Peter hummed, “Pretty girl, I want you to tell me if it hurts okay? If it hurts, we will stop immediately.”

Your eyes opened to meet his, and to any other person- you would look like the most innocent girl in the world, but he knew you better than that. He knew that the innocent look was an act, and he was proven correct by your following words, “Make me hurt.”

Peter grinned, “God you’re hot.”

He didn’t waste any time before gripping your hips and thrusting himself in completely. You screamed his name so loudly that both of you were sure that the entire floor heard you. Of course neither of you cared at that moment. Peter dug his nails into your hips, leaving angry crescent shaped scars on them that he would later kiss as an apology. However, as of right now, he was unapologetic in each of his movements. Each deep thrust, each scratch, each sharp nip of your flesh… Peter did it all.

“Baby I-” that’s all you could get out before being interrupted by your second orgasm.

When you came for the second time, Peter discovered that it felt so much better having you come undone around his cock rather than on his thigh. The feeling added with the way you called him baby...You were in big trouble now. Peter was rushed with another frenzy, flipping you around onto your stomach, lifting you ass into the air by your hips, and slamming into your entrance once more. You crumbled onto the bed, your pussy throbbing against his cock. However, Peter didn’t like you like that, he wanted you upright. So he reached down and grabbed onto your hair, yanking you up onto all fours. He gripped your hair in two parts, using them as leverage to slam your body back into his with each thrust. Stars, fireworks, cannonballs… you saw them all.

“Fuck baby,” Peter groaned, he emptied one handful of hair into the other hand and used his now-empty hand to turn your head, kissing you deeply. You tried kissing back, but the angle was too awkward and you couldn’t stop the moans from filling the room. Peter lowered his hand, using it instead to choke you once more. He would use his grip on your throat just like he used your hair, causing him to go deeper and deeper into you.

“Peter I can’t,” you struggled. You were so close again and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. You told him to hurt you, not wreck you. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to go on a mission for a few days because you’re not entirely sure that you would be able to walk.

Peter understood you though, but he was far from finished with you. He reached his hand around your waist and began to circle your clit once more, overstimulating your body. Peter felt as you began to shake, coming so close to your orgasm that you could almost taste it.

“Not yet, princess,” Peter growled.

A breathy whimper escaped your lips at his words, you didn’t know how long you could keep it from coming. Peter was hitting every good spot and you were on the edge of spilling over.

“Peter please,” you cried, your hands grasping onto the pillow on his bed, submerging your face in it.

“I said not yet,” he chastised, his hand coming down on your ass as quick as lightning. A sharp moan filled the room as his hand print settled on your ass cheek. Peter flipped you over once more, wanting to see your face as you come undone.

“Now?” you begged him, tears brimming your eyes.

“Cum for me, princess,” he instructed. Your walls came undone around him as he spilled into the condom. You felt him twitching inside you as he messily tried to ride out each of your highs. Whenever both of you came down, he pulled out of you gently and tied the condom, tossing it into the bin. Peter picked up the nearest blanket and wrapped the two of you in it. He watched you as you cuddled closer to him, a content smile on your pretty face.

“I know it’s a bit late to ask this,” Peter whispered to you, gently brushing strands of hair out of your face, “but will you go on a date with me?”

You smiled up at him, taking in his perfect features once more before nodding, “But don’t be mistaken… I don’t kiss on the first date.”

DO NOT REPOST ON ALTERNATIVE SITES UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO SPAM EVERY LAST ACCOUNT YOU OWN- PLUS YA MOMMAS. I STG.

Times this has been stolen: 3 (ongoing)

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0oolookitsme · 3 years

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Auditions

Genre- had to write some shit after hearing about ‘the eternals news’, ya know?

Main Characters- Mavel!Actress!Y/n ; AboutToJoinMarvel!Harry ; Bestie!TomHolland

A/N- Okay so, I’ve sort of written this by collecting my burnt ashes cause listen, if you know from the pairing as to why I’ve been gifted to hell, then you know. Also, this is kind of a verse so I might add more blurbs n shit based on the characters!

Walking back to the crew after sneaking out some bottles of orange juice, you come to a halt when the door to Kevin‘s room opened and Tony came out, followed by another person who looked way to similar to the popstar to not be him.

“Y/n! I’ve told you so many times you all can’t just drink all of these!” Tony groaned, talking about the 5 bottles of the juice stored in your arms, as preciously as if your babies. Yet, you were too busy trying to register the man standing behind him, Harry Styles.

“Hello!” he greeted, nodding his head along as his one hand had some papers and also, Tony was too busy looking at you suspiciously while standing in middle.

Nudging Tony to the side, you stick your hand out to shake, way too fast for his liking as you could practically see him shielding his dick. You backed away as you sort of realized the situation and greeted him back, “Myself, Y/n!”.

“I know!”, he let out a low laugh, shaking your hand in the process.

“Wanna share a juice?” you ask, smiling and making your way to continue your path while side eyeing Tony, who had his hands resting on his hips.

“Sure!” he agreed and followed after you as you beckoned for him to follow you -Tony being the one to walk right after you-.

“Hey! Knew you would make it!” Chris (Evans) cheered as soon as you entered warm room. Everyone got up to engulf him in a hug, Elizabeth doing it quite hesitantly as she had seen the look on your face. While you frowned, setting the bottles on the small circular wooden table, you were dragged by Sebastian in the corner and you knew you were about to get the answer.

“Why did no one tell me?” you ask, frown getting slight when he answered with, “Even Tommy didn’t know” and had you leave him standing there.

Grabbing a bottle you poured it equally half in two glasses and handed one Tom (Holland) and sat behind Harry because the motherfucker is sitting in your seat.

Spoilers. They didn’t tell you because you both are always spilling spoilers and this one was too precious to just babble out.

“Our turn now” Tom mumbled in your ear, also getting the same look from everyone that you were getting. “Right” you confirm and chug down the juice.

“Harry can you move to that chair please?” you ask him to move on Chris’ seat as soon as he left to get some water. “Sure” he said and moved. Good, you think and quickly stick the gum on the seat when no one was watching

“You can have my seat Evans” you tell Chris as he huffs after finding no space to sit.

Not registering why you’re being so nice, he thanked you and sat down too comfortably -not knowing you had stuck a chewing gum-.

Tom (Holland) did the same with Anthony and Sebastian while you added Tony to your list. You both grinned at each other as if saying ‘All done’ and straightened up when Harry stood up and shook hands with others.

Not everyone was here but you both were sure as fuck that they also knew.

Smiling and hugging Harry -both you and Holland- as you two hadn’t when he came, the two of you turn around to flip off the others who are struggling to get up.

“Oh, Harry will either regret joining or join them.” Anthony muttered, earning a line of ‘hmms’ from others.

#harry styles #tom holland #chris evans #elizabeth olsen #sebastian stan #Marvel!actress!reader #marvel cast x actress!reader #tom holland x you #harry styles x you #bestfriend!tomHolland #tony stark #My: Writings

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xspeter · 1 year

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𝟎𝟎𝟎: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

peter parker is, and always will be, your best friend.

you’d met in the second grade when your family moved next door to him and his aunt, and your mom invited them over to dinner. peter had been dressed in a nice button up and a pair of jeans, and you had worn a nice flower dress.

you and peter seemed to automatically hit it off, both having the same nerdy interests and traits.

“what’s your favorite star wars movie?” a seven year old peter asks.

you rub your chin and pretend to be thinking, “hm… probably revenge of the sith.” you hum, shoving a spoonful of spaghetti into your mouth.

peters eyebrows furrow, “everyone knows return of the jedi is the best.” he argues and you shrug, “maybe, but that one doesn’t have anakin skywalker.”

peter giggles at that, and his laugh forces you too laugh too, until you’re both eventually wheezing and your parents are looking at you both like you have two heads.

“what’s so funny?” peters aunt asks, and you and peter both laugh a little harder.

that was ten years ago, and your opinion still hasn’t changed.

you slam your locker closed with a sigh, excited to finally be going to MoMA after months of waiting.

“you look happy.” peter hums, and you smile.

“i am.” you reply.

ned shakes his head, “i really don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with this place- like i get it’s famous and all but it’s just a museum.”

you scoff, “it’s not just a museum. it has some really famous art peices in there that i have been dying to see for the longest time!”

ned shrugs, “i still don’t get it.”

“no, you’re just a hater.”

ned rolls his eyes and you shake your head, you turn to peter, “what do you think?” you question.

peter shrugs, “i think it’s pretty cool- i mean, i like how it’s all up for interpretation.” he answers and you smile at that.

you couldn’t say that you had never imagined you’d be in the middle of an alien attack, but this was kind of the norm for New York at this point.

alien attacks weren’t exactly a common thing, but they weren’t uncommon either. they were just something that happened.

you swallowed as you all piled into the safe room. peter was gone- ned had said he had gotten taken to a different saferoom but you could’ve sworn he didn’t get off the bus with the rest of you.

ned said you were in shock and probably just hadn’t seen him, but you knew better. peter had been doing this lately, disappearing with no explanation, and every time you brought it up he blew it off.

it was starting to bother you.

you didn’t have time to argue with ned though, because as soon as you opened your mouth your hands began to feel tingly.

you scrunched your nose and looked down, your breath catching in your throat as you saw your body turning into literal dust.

“ned?” you gulped, looking up for your friend, but all you were met with was a cloud of ash.

you looked around the room, watching as your classmates began to float away, eyes filling with tears as your body was fully engulfed and you took what you were sure would be your last breath-

and then it wasn’t.

i said i didn’t want to have to write the fake dating au myself but here we are!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❤︎︎

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel #tom holland #fake dating #they’re in love #bestfriends to lovers #angst #fluff

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betzabobababi · 2 years

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Broken Tom Holland x Reader

Chapter 3: Diagnosis

jtlyk there are gonna have a flashback through out the story :)

Warning: swearing

Plot: Y/n and Tom were made for each other and have been married for nearly 10 years but what happens when they go through putrid rough patch?

Summary: Y/n goes to the doctor (flashback)

AUTHOR'S POV

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have spoken to you like that" you said trying to calm your nerves from your sudden outburst, but he was making this so fucking hard. You had absolutely every right to be livid at him, he made you move from your comfortable lodge to the apartment near the studio. It wasn't bad but the fact that you spent almost all of the 3 months alone, isolated, made your blood boil, especially in your condition.

"No. No your right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I'm sorry that you are alone and I'm sorry that I spend way too much time at work. I'm sorry for everything. If I could go back in time and redo everything I would. But we can't. So from now on I will try my best to be at home. I'll try my best to treat you like the queen you are. Because you are my queen."

You were stunned. You didn't know how Tom would react but you definitely didn't expect him to react like...that. Moreover you were happy. You knew that he meant what he said. You knew he would try his best. You also knew that if you told him your secret now, everything would be ruined. But you knew you had to tell him. You knew that this wasn't going to go away anytime soon. This was something serious and the only way to get through this would be if you had Tom there to support you.

*Time skip*

AUTHORS POV

You and Tom went back to the loft happy and content about the progress that you had made with your relationship. Atleast that's what it seemed to him. He didn't know but you were slowly and painfully dying. You were a relatively active person. You had played volleyball in high-school and college. Even though you were very good at the sport you never pursued it as a career. So when you noticed the lack of energy you had, and how it had become painful to do your everyday exercise activities, you instantly knew something was wrong. You brushed it off at the beginning thinking it was the amount of stress you had or the lonleyness, but after a few days of not being able to move due to how swollen your knees and ankles were, you booked a doctors appointment. You had many tests done and even had a few MRI's done.

FLASHBACK

Y/N'S POV

I was sitting in the doctor's office, highly nervous and it was clearly visible. Despite the pain, my knees kept bounding up and down. I was worried, I didn't know what was going to happen. The one person I really needed right now was at work. Tom. It had always been Tom. He was there when I got the phone call from the hospital, saying that my mom was in the hospital. As soon as I had gotten that phone call I broke down. Tom was there for me. He was there for me when my mom died. He was there for me after my dad committed suicide. But where was he now? He sure as hell wasn't here. My doctor entered the room with a gloomy and disappointment expression.

AUTHORS POV

The doctor sighed, disappointed in the results of the MRI.

"Mrs. Holland, I'm sorry but the MRI has shown you have a cancerous tumor in your bone marrow. Normally a person who is diagnosed with bone cancer has the life expectancy of five years, but the tumor you have has slowly been progressing throughout your body. I'm surprised we weren't able to notice it before, but you have approximately 9 months left to live. It could be more it could be less, but at the rate your cancer is spreading it will be around 9 months."

Y/N POV

I was speechless. I had just found out that I had a cancerous tumor in my bone marrow. I. Had. Fucking. Cancer.

"Is there a cure?" I said while trying to do a million things in my head. I need to tell tom. I need to tell Nicki and Dom. I need to tell my friends. I have to get the funeral planned. I gotta do this I gotta do that. My brain was going 175 miles per minute.

"Fortunatley there is, we can do chemotherapy or we can do the medical procedures to separate the maintining tumor from your bones. Although the chemotherapy would take longer it is the most efficient. It is costly but your insurance should be able to pay for it. Try not to be stressed during the next fue months. The chemotherapy has a 35% chance of killing all of the cancer. Now as you can see there is a very low probability so I suggest you get your affairs in order just in case it doesn't work" the way the doctor gave me hope and then demolished it with the probability of chemo helping me out was so heartbreaking. I knew that if the cancer did end up killing me I needed to tell Tom but how? He was never home. I need to tell him.

END OF FLASHBACK

AH AH AH tehe please don't hate me this might seem a bit cliche or cringe but nevertheless this chapter was a fucking emotional load. It took me a lot of time to decide what type of cancer Y/n would have but in the end I decided on bone cancer bc my best friend died of bone cancer and I thought why not? Anyways ANY feedback is appreciated!

Have a Good Day or Night Wherever You Are! <3

#tom holland #y/n y/l/n #tom holland x reader #y/n #cancer #bone cancer #diagnosed #chemo #bestfriend #bfff #rest in piece #Tommy baby

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finerllines · 2 years

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lonely heart

(gif from @t-lostinworlds)

a/n: hi amigos this is my first time writing for tom so i am kinda nervous but i hope you guys enjoy!! if anyone has any feedback/thoughts pls lmk :D

summary: tom thinks before he speaks and unintentionally hurts jamie's feelings and his attempt to remedy the situation does a bit more than rekindle their friendship (crappy summary sorry, basically its a footballer!tom friends to lovers)

wc: 7.3k+

tw: just fluff with a couple of effs and jeffs

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It was highly unusual for Jamie to be one of the sharpest in a class. As a proudly mediocre student she tends to be the 10th person to raise their hand to answer a question. But for the first time today she was the first to answer a couple questions despite requiring her usual minute of processing. The boost in self-confidence was short lived once she realised that most of the lecture hall were in several states of hung over. Ah right, the men’s football team had finally broken the three year curse and made it to semis sp of course they threw an obscene party to celebrate.

She had heard about these legendary parties. There would be booze, weed and anything else they could legally get away with. Being one of their rare ‘no invite needed’ parties, pretty much the entire student population would show up. Jamie was one of the few that opted out. She had yet to find her group of ethnically diverse friends as advertised on school brochures, so she always felt too awkward to show up alone. But turns out her rather square habits had served her well this time – at least that’s what she told herself.

Amongst the murmurs of everyone packing their things, a familiar voice called her name. “Jamie hey!” She turns to see Tom waving her down from a couple rows back.

Tom and Jamie went way back. Being next door neighbours since kindergarten meant that they shared every memory up until about 15, when they started to drift apart. There was no big dramatic fallout or any bad blood. They just gradually stopped talking when Tom started getting busy with football and Jamie, well Jamie was never really busy with anything. She was more than happy to be cheering from the side lines. But she never got an invite and was too nervous to ask. Tom was just so personable and charismatic that the whole room can’t help but be cling on to his every word. The complete opposite of Jamie really. So naturally, she was too intimidated by Tom’s newfound popularity to try to insert herself into his new life.

By pure coincidence (or fate) they wound up in the same university where Tom continued to play football and Jamie continued to do … the bare minimum really. She wouldn’t go so far as to say they were back to where they were as kids, but she would call them friends at least.

Tom slowly made his way down the stairs, giving nods of acknowledgement to other hungover people. When he finally reaches her, its almost disappointing.

“Could you do me a huge favour and send me your notes? I think I’m kinda still pissed from last night so all I heard was loud ringing.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m not in a similar state of drunk or hung over.”

Tom runs his hands through his hair and lets out a quiet laugh. “I mean you don’t ever go to any parties so it’s not too hard to guess that you didn’t ditch your loner tendencies last night.”

Okay, that hurt.

“I’m sorry, loner?”

“Yeah.” His nonchalance makes the affirmation more cutting. “What? What did I say wrong?”

Her frown only deepens as she makes her way past Tom to leave the lecture hall. “Sorry that I’m a little offended that you just called me a loner.” Too embarrassed to show her hurt, she walked past Tom and tried to unfurrow her brows.

Jamie wasn’t oblivious. She knew that she could count the number of friends she had on one hand and probably none of them knew her birthday. Sure, maybe she was a little lonely. But to be called a loner, by Tom? That definitely stung.

“Hey are you mad? Don’t be mad I didn’t mean it in like a mean way. I mean it in like a normal way!”

That definitely did not make it better.

Tired of this back and forth, Jamie turned around and gave her best deadpan. “I’ll send you the notes as soon as I can. Promise.”

She tells herself to not get bothered by the comment and just keep a straight face, at least until she got back to her room. But for some reason she couldn’t shake it off. She didn’t know if it was the way he said it, as if it was a known fact, or because it was Tom who said it. Either way, Jamie knew that it was going to bug for at least the rest of the day.

You know how after you learn a new word you suddenly hear that word being used all the time? And you can’t help but think ‘is capricious really a word that everyone uses daily and I just somehow never noticed?’ That’s how Jamie was feeling after being called a loner. She was suddenly so acutely self-aware of her loner-ness.

Isn’t university supposed to nurture independence? Why was everyone except Jamie with a buddy 24/7? Apparently, she was the only one capable of going to class, or the canteen, or the laundry room alone. It suddenly became very clear that the line between independence and loneliness was incredibly fine, and she wasn’t too confident which side she was on.

Has she always been like this? No wonder Tom never invited her anywhere. He would have to babysit her the entire time because she wouldn’t even try to speak to new people.

It never really bothered her because frankly there was no one she particularly wanted to be friends with. No one except Kai.

Kai was the starting striker on the football team and was also in almost all of her classes because they were doing the same degree. Jamie found herself reinforcing an unfortunate cliché by crushing on the cute jock with floppy hair. She tells herself that it wasn’t his boyish smile or cute little celebration shimmy he does whenever he scores a goal that got her, but his insightful and nuanced comments in class. Sure.

Despite their clear shared interest and the countless opportunities for Jamie to befriend him she always chickened out and convinced herself that it was a bad idea. But this newfound self-awareness had her thinking: if she could strike a conversation with Kai then she wouldn’t be a loner. Loners didn’t talk to new people, let alone their crushes.

It was a fool proof plan. If she could actually do it that is.

Tom was looking for an empty seat in the library when he saw Jamie at a table with a spare seat. With a silent nod of acknowledgement, he sat his things down and got situated.

Results for his exposition module just got released and he couldn’t afford to fail another writing class. If the team continued their winning streak his final submission for the class would clash with a match, so he needed to maximise all the other components to compensate for the inevitable bullshit he submits for his final.

“Fuck!”

The light slap to the table caused Jamie to look up from her work. “You good?”

“Yeah, I just got a shitty grade for that expo assignment.”

As if paralysed, Tom could not stop looking at his screen.

Good ideas, but disorganised and sloppy. Need for more effective proof reading.

Of course.

After what felt like hours, he was broken out of his reverie. “Do you need help with the class? I’m pretty good at editing essays so I could help with your final if you want?” Jamie chewed on her bottom lip, immediately regretting her offer.

“Really? You would do that?” Tom asked with a brightness in his voice and eyes.

Getting uncomfortable with all the eye contact, Jamie’s eyes started darting around the library. She mentally urged herself to commit and replied, “Well yeah. But it would be cool if you could help me with something in return.”

“You want my help with school?” he asked.

“Um, it’s not exactly school related. More of a personal problem,” she offered vaguely. There was something about Tom’s eyes that prompted her to continue. It was that damn charm again. “I need you to help me be more … uh social.”

“Uh, can I get more details please?”

Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she mustered enough courage to say, “I just need some help like, you know, putting myself out there and making new friends.”

“Okay … is there a particular thing you want me to help with?” he prompted again.

Fuck it.

“There is this guy that I kind of have a crush on and I could maybe benefit from some coaching. You know since you are so extroverted and well liked I thought you could teach me some stuff. Like how to start conversations with new people, or whatever.” Jamie tried to sound casual. As if asking for help making new friends was completely normal. “I’m a pretty good writer so I thought we could exchange services. I help you get a better grade for your expo final, and you help me potentially make a new friend.”

Her façade must have worked because Tom simply replied with a chipper “Sure!” and stuck his hand across the table for a handshake.

Huh. That was simple enough.

When Jamie made her proposition, she did not account for the fact she and Tom would have to start spending more time together. Like actual time together, not just the brief catch-up when they crossed paths. That’s how she found herself in Tom’s room for the first time for their first ‘lesson’.

She sat at his desk taking in his room while waiting for him to return from the kitchen. Amongst the football medals and jerseys, she spots a small photo pinned in the corner of his corkboard.

It was the two of them as kids in colour coordinated swimsuits. They were dripping wet from the pool, arms wrapped around each other, and cheesing hard showing off their missing teeth. Her mouth quirked up as she recounted the memory. That was the day they learnt how to swim in the adult pool together (because they had to do everything together) and they were so excited at all the adventures they could go on now.

“That photo’s pretty cute huh. I found it when I went home last winter.” Tom grins widely at her and places two glasses of water down before sitting on his bed.

“Yeah, I forgot about that day. I forgot about how fun that was.” The wistfulness in her voice was not lost on Tom but she changed the subject before he could reminisce. “So, what’s up first!”

“Well, there really isn’t a formula to making new friends. If I’m honest you might have made a bad deal here J.”

Jamie deflates a little. All her insecurities came rushing back at once.

But before she could say anything Tom jumps in to reassure her, “Don’t worry though! We just gotta find a way to get you to open up.” He sits up and rests his hands on her shoulders and gives her a confident look. “You will speak to that boy.”

And just like that, Tom somehow managed to instil her with confidence in so little words. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her trust him.

“Okay, teach me your ways Tom.”

Tom’s first tip to starting conversation was to find some common ground. So, they spent the day trying to narrow down a couple of Jamie’s key interests that she could bring up.

They started out slow. Talking about herself never felt natural and this occasion was no different. She tried telling herself that it was just Tom, someone she had known forever, but that somehow made it more difficult. This weird purgatory in between acquaintances and friends made it difficult for her to gauge how exactly to approach the situation. She didn’t want to imply that she thought Tom had forgotten all about her for fear of insulting him. But she also didn’t want to be presumptive and assume that Tom still remembered everything.

Thankfully, Tom was a natural conversationalist and did most of the heavy lifting. Whenever he sensed that she was getting shy about something he made sure to pay extra attention and probe further. It didn’t take long for the two old friends to fall into a comfortable conversation, bantering and poking fun at each. By the end, Tom had forgotten that he was supposed to be teaching her something, he was just having a good time.

“See, you’re a natural. We’ve been talking for, woah, we’ve been talking for three hours.” A surprised grin stretched across Tom’s face. He was so invested in their conversation that he didn’t realise that so much time had passed. And if he didn’t have to go to training, he was certain they would have continued to talk for hours and hours.

Seeing how (dare she say) proud of her Tom was made Jamie feel good. Like really good. With heated cheeks and a shy smile, she replied, “Well that’s just because it’s you. We know I can talk to you because we used to be best friends. We probably share 30% of the same brain because we spent most of our lives living the same life essentially.”

“Nah, don’t sell yourself short, you are very fun to talk to. You always have been.”

“Hmm, well my lack of friends suggests otherwise,” she said sarcastically, immediately wishing she hadn’t said anything because she could tell from the way Tom tensed that her playful reply didn’t read as playful to him.

An awkward beat of silence passed before Tom said, “You don’t think you are fun to talk to? You’ve always been a little quiet you’ve never been boring.” Then he gives a little shrug and asked, “and we’re friends, right?” sounding almost offended.

She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand, unsure of what she should say. Eyes darting around his room, she spotted that photo of them again.

“Yeah, we’re friends but that’s different because we were kids, you know. I don’t really have any ‘adult’ friends I guess.”

Tom didn’t know what to say to that. His first instinct was to disagree and insist that they were ‘adult’ friends, but he knew it would be a lie. This was the first conversation they had, that wasn’t just an exchange of life updates in about five years - their first proper conversation. Hell, he didn’t even know they were in the same university until they bumped into each other a month in.

When she asked him to teach her how to be social, he didn’t think much of it. He thought she was just wanted a guy’s perspective on how to talk to her crush. It did not even occur to him that she was actually affected by being referred to as a loner, that this was something she was insecure about. Once he connected the dots, he felt like a dick. It wasn’t mean spirited; it was just the first word he thought of when his friends asked him why they never saw them hang out if they had been friends since young. She’s just a bit of a loner, doesn’t really go out much. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best thing to say especially to people who didn’t know her. She was just shy, not very good at starting conversations with new people. But it didn’t matter back then because they were glued to the hip, she didn’t need to speak to new people when Tom kept her plenty entertained. Guess that all changed when he stopped speaking to her.

He normally didn’t get bothered when their past friendship was brought up, most of his team even knew her as his friend from back home. But for some reason being reminded of the relationship they used to have this time made him a little sad. Maybe because this was the closest he had felt to her in years and it was only because she was trying to become friends with someone else. Someone who was not Tom.

“Sorry I’m late,” Jamie apologised while placing a takeaway cup next to Tom’s laptop, “the line was super long, so I got you an apology tea.”

Tom greeted her with warm smile and took a sip. “London fog?” he whispered, surprise flashing in his eyes.

“Yeah, she replied, suddenly feeling insecure, “do you not drink them anymore?”. She didn’t think twice when placing the order but now she was thinking five times over.

“No! You got it right I just didn’t expect you to still remember.” Tom took another sip to try and obscure the grin growing on his face. A foreign warmth spread across his chest and up his neck, kind of like how he felt when she would nuzzle into his neck when they hugged as kids. He found himself struggling to stay focused on the question she was helping him with, wanting to sneak glances at her profile.

This was the fourth time they had met since their agreement. The previous three meetings had been ‘socialising lessons’, which basically meant that they spent hours just talking, under the guise of getting her to loosen up. Really, Tom just enjoyed their first meeting so much that he found himself looking forward to their next one. They talked about different things each time, somehow never running out of topics, and he could not remember the last time he spoke to intensely with one person about something other than football or school.

Instead of quenching his excitement, each conversation only fed it, making him increasingly eager for the next. He even caught himself subconsciously keeping a mental catalogue of stories and random thoughts that he wanted to tell her, hoping to see her eyes crinkle with delight as she brings her hand to her mouth to try and stifle her giggles.

Even now, when they were in the library to work on an essay, his head was swimming with conversation topics, waiting for the right moment to jump in instead of paying attention to the definitely helpful things she was saying.

A quick snap pulls Tom out of his head and he sheepishly mutters a quiet apology, expecting Jamie to be frustrated that he was wasting her time.

Instead, he gets two quick pats on the forearm and a soft, “it’s ok, I know it’s hard for you to concentrate for too long a time.”

Aaaand that warmth was back.

He told himself this was normal. Jamie was very pretty, and when a pretty girl touches him his body reacts. That’s just science. It was definitely not because she still remembered two small details about him, and not because it made him feel special.

“We can take a break if you’d like, I’ve been rambling for quite a while.” Jamie arched her back and raised both arms in a big stretch, and Tom’s eyes followed her fondly.

Fondness. That’s what he felt for her – the thing you feel when you rekindle an old friendship.

Angling his body sideways to face her, he pushes the laptop away and leans forward to rest his head on his folded arms. “A break would be nice, I’ve been so working hard,” he agrees with a cheeky smile.

With a sarcastic eye roll Jamie joined Tom, resting her head on the table so that they were face to face.

Taking advantage of being in the library, he slides an inch closer to her before asking, “So, have you spoken this mystery boy yet?”

Her cheeks immediately flush. It wasn’t as if she was embarrassed to find a boy attractive, it was just that she had never told anyone about Kai before and admitting to being attracted to someone you have yet to speak to felt like a very primary school thing to do. But she had committed. Besides, Tom had heard her gush about boys before, no big deal.

“Um, not yet, I haven’t had the opportunity I guess,” she replied, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Do you have a particular ‘opportunity’ in mind?”

To be honest she hadn’t thought that far ahead. She kinda just assumed that once Tom’s knowledge was bestowed on her everything would just fall into place. Maybe she didn’t think this through.

“I was thinking that I would talk to him at some party,” she whispered quickly, “but you know, when I’m ready to go to parties that is.”

“Oh, your guy is a party guy?” There was no hiding the shock in Tom’s voice.

He had imagined a quiet, well-read guy who would have thoughtful conversations with her until the wee hours of the morning; not some guy who spent his nights drinking piss cheap alcohol in crowded rooms. Basically, the opposite of him. But seeing her face drop a little at his comment made him feel terrible once again.

Damn it Tom, this is not how you rekindle a friendship.

“I didn’t mean to sound surprised in a bad way you just never go to parties because –”

“Because of my loner tendencies right?” she mutters with a tight smile. “No, I get it. I’m not a fan of crowded tight spaces or hooking up with people so parties aren’t really my thing. I just – I mean parties are social spaces right, so talking to new people would be normal, and I know he goes to some parties so, I just figured.”

Leaning in even closer and tilting his head to meet her eyes, he tries to clarify, “I’m sorry about the loner thing, again. I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t mean anything by it, and you are great to hang out with so obviously you being alone is a choice and not because no one wants to hang out with –”

“Tom, it’s ok, I know you weren’t trying to be mean”, she reassures, cutting his ramble short, “besides, I know what I’m like.”

Wanting to move away from the hole he dug for himself he asked, “So who’s this guy anyways?”

“Oh, I didn’t realise I hadn’t told you yet. It’s Kai, from your football team.”

Kai.

Tom tried to pretend that he wasn’t staring at Kai while during warmups because he felt like he got punched in the gut when Jamie revealed that she had a crush on him. Tried to pretend that he wasn’t jealous that she was willing to attend a party for Kai and not for him (not that he had ever invited her to a party). That would be ridiculous. She confided in him about this insecurity so obviously she trusts him. Which was better than a stupid crush. Way better.

No, no, no. Kai was simply in Tom’s line of sight, that’s all.

Admittedly, that doesn’t explain why he spent way too long that night scrolling through Kai’s Instagram and watching his match highlights.

But that didn’t mean anything, he was simply curious, that’s all.

A good thing, Jamie discovered, about this arrangement was that it distracted her from being self-conscious about doing things around campus alone; a bad thing, was that she now spent all that time thinking about Tom.

She found herself replaying their conversations on her walk home after every meeting, surprised at how uneventful they all were, almost as if them talking and hanging out was … normal – just two old friends. A gentle smile would always appear no matter how much she tried to suppress it. She enjoyed Tom’s company, sue her.

She also had Tom’s number now, which was new. This meant she now received the occasional meme or update related to something they had talked about, which often led to a short exchange of quips before the conversation naturally died – nothing too crazy.

That was until he sent a photo that proceeded to occupy her mind for the rest of the day, week even.

Growing up, Jamie would jump from hobby to hobby hoping to find something that stuck. Needless to say, she never spent enough time with a hobby to become good at it. But that didn’t deter her, or Tom for that matter. Having been inspired by the Olympics, she persuaded her parents to enrol her in rhythmic gymnastics classes, and she somehow stuck around long enough to compete with her group. Her enthusiasm won her a ‘best performer’ ribbon which she was chuffed about, but no one was more excited than Tom who was over the moon.

Captioned “look what mum found” was a photo of Jamie donned in a sparkly leotard with slicked back hair standing in front of Tom, who was beaming, with his head propped on top hers and arms wrapped around her tightly.

Seeing it made her breath catch. She had completely forgotten about that competition and seeing little Tom’s proud expression made her insides turn to mush. The award she won meant nothing, merely a participation ribbon, but he gushed and sang her praises as if she had won the whole damn thing.

He was her number one hype man. And then they stopped talking.

Whenever she was asked why they stopped talking she would just say they drifted apart, were into different things. But they had always been into different things and that didn’t stop them before. Truthfully the real reason, at least from her perspective, was very embarrassing.

When Tom started getting serious about football they started spending increasingly less time with each other, and when they did, he would excitedly talk about his practices and the recent matches he watched. And she had no problem listening to him talk about football constantly, she just felt a little … inadequate. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t really contribute to these conversations, she couldn’t match his excitement or join his world. So, when she didn’t get an invite to watch his first football match, her 15 year old brain immediately concluded that he didn’t want her there, that he decided that she didn’t fit into his new cool footballer life. With each passing match she was absent from, this narrative grew stronger and stronger. Would he have invited her if she had asked? Sure. But that would effectively be inviting herself, and there is nothing worse than being somewhere you are not wanted. Strangely enough she didn’t allow herself to be upset by it because to her it made perfect sense.

The worst thing was, she wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed because she let a small insecurity end a friendship, or because a part of her still believed it. Even now, she couldn’t see how she could possibly fit into his life. Would he even want her to fit into his life?

But that was not important right now, she was not supposed to be thinking about Tom. She was supposed to be thinking about Kai. Like should she change seats to be in his eyeline in class? Should she wish him luck before their next match? Did him and Tom not like each other? Is that why Tom froze and went silent for half a second when she told him it was Kai? Why would Tom not like him, was Kai secretly a dick?

Shit, now she was back to thinking about Tom.

Let’s hope Kai says something so smart and insightful in class today that she can’t help but swoon.

As luck would have it the football team made it to finals and of course the only appropriate response is to throw a massive send-off party. Jamie was initially going to sit this one out as per usual, but after some persuasion from Tom, she found herself putting on an outfit that was not hers and running over all the advice he gave her on how to start conversation.

It honestly didn’t take much to persuade her. The moment Tom extended a personal invite she was sold. The moment he said, “Please, I want you there to celebrate with me,” she was done for.

But of course, she couldn’t let him know how easy she was for him, so she put up a bit of a fight by making a bunch of excuses: I won’t know anyone there – that’s the point, plus Kai will be there; I don’t like drinking around strangers – you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to, and I will make sure there is stuff for you; I don’t have anything to wear – I can get you an outfit.

Sure enough, Tom showed up an hour before the party with clothes he borrowed from a teammate’s girlfriend and an excited grin. Admittedly his excitement was infectious. She was full of adrenaline and the new clothes almost making her feel like she was playing a character, a more confident and charismatic character.

That’s what she continued to tell herself as she approached the house and saw party-goers spilling out of the house and onto the street.

No big deal just get a drink and lean against a wall until you spot Kai, then casually approach him and wish him luck for his match. Easy peasy.

As she squeezed through the crowd to find the kitchen someone grasped her forearm and tugged gently, turning her around.

“You came!” Tom half-shouted to make himself heard. His eyes looked her up and down and he muttered a soft, “Woah.”

Not being able to hear him, Jamie interpreted his raised eyebrows and slightly open mouth as a look of disapproval. She self-consciously pulled her arm out of his hold to fold her arms in front of herself. “I look kinda weird huh,” she said.

“No, you look great!” he assured her, reaching out of unfold her arms to pull her closer to him so he wouldn’t have to shout. “It’s just not something you would usually wear so I was caught a bit off guard, but it’s not different bad, just different.”

Unsure of how to respond, Jamie gave him a quick smile before going back to her resting expression, one of unease. She let Tom lead her to the kitchen and pass her a can of coke. As he leaned against the counter and opened his mouth to say something, a group of guys came up to him and started talking about the upcoming match. Tom turned to give her an apologetic look. But before he got the chance to excuse himself from the group, she mouthed “it’s okay” and left to go find a suitable corner to people watch.

When Tom was done making his rounds after what felt like forever, he finally got the chance to look for Jamie. He was usually more than happy to spend the whole night mingling and chatting football with anyone, but for some reason tonight he was impatiently waiting for each conversation to end so that he could look for Jamie. Instead of trying to dissect why he felt his way, he shoved that aside along with the way his mood deflated a little when she excused herself and left.

He peered around bodies looking for a girl in a sparkly black top, finally spotting her standing next to the sofa talking to … Kai.

Oh.

Right, that was why she was here, so this was a good thing. Good because she was getting what she wanted, a chance to speak to her crush and meet new people; not good because she and Kai could actually hit it off and he didn’t want to think about her laughing and sharing secrets with another guy. But who she spoke to was none of his business, because she was none of his business, so he forced himself to focus on the good only.

Recently, however, he had been getting this burning urge to make her his business. But that was neither here nor there, just like all the other new Jamie-related feelings. With his plan now thwarted, Tom decided to find a comfortable spot with a good view of the two of them. Just so that he could keep an eye on her for her safety. Like a good friend.

So, he parked himself by the hallway sipping his beer, trying to let his gaze wonder instead of staring right at Jamie. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but take this time to admire observe her.

She looked beautiful, of course she did, but he didn’t really like the outfit. Maybe it was the way she kept adjusting the straps or tugging at the hem, but there was something about her outfit that seemed like a costume, like she was playing pretend. He didn’t think twice when borrowing a top from a teammate’s girlfriend but now he couldn’t stop himself from worrying if she felt uncomfortable, scolding himself for not picking something that was more Jamie. At least the conversation seemed to be going well, she didn’t look uncomfortable. Quite the opposite actually. She wore a casual smile which seemed to grow with each occasional nod.

It was getting harder and harder to focus on the good.

Before he could continue to analyse Jamie and Kai’s conversation, a hand firmly clapped his shoulder.

“Hey man what’re you doing here by yourself!” It was a tipsy Nate, Tom’s teammate. Nate scanned the room before spotting Jamie. He squeezed Tom’s shoulder to get his attention and asked, “Isn’t that Jamie? Looks like the loner turned over a new leaf huh she looks good.”

“She’s not a loner, don’t call her that,” Tom practically growled, shrugging Nate’s hand off his shoulder. He wasn’t allowed to appreciate how beautiful Jamie was without appreciating the other parts of her.

“Woah,” Nate said, holding his hands up in defence, “chill man I was just joking.”

The logical part of him brain knew that Nate was just joking, but the slightly drunk and jealous part of his brain knew that being called a loner really hurt Jamie’s feelings, and with Kai seeming to make Jamie happy, he couldn’t be the one hurting her feelings.

Giving in to his irrationality, Tom forcefully poked Nate in the chest and told him that it wasn’t funny and to knock it off. Being a drunk 20 something year old boy, Nate was easily provoked, so of course he had to retaliate. The next thing he knew, Tom was forcefully shoved backwards causing him to stumble into a couple people beside him and spill a couple of drinks. A chorus of “oyys” and a few more pushes were directed at Tom and before he knew it, a small commotion must have started because it suddenly got pretty shouty and pushy. Before things got out of hand, Tom was grabbed by the wrist and pulled out of the crowd and house and into the cool air.

A concerned voice grounded him. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What the hell happened?” It was Jamie.

He took a second to take in her furrowed brows and the way her eyes scanned him up and down. Slipping one arm out of her grip, he cupped her face and locked their gazes.

“Hey I’m okay, nothing happened.”

She let out a small sigh of relief and asked, “Do you want to leave, you are kind of drunk and your team may be a little mad at you.”

“No, you finally got the chance to talk to Kai!” When he realises what just happened, he drops his head onto her shoulder dramatically and groans. “I’m so sorry J, my stupid drunk ass interrupted your conversation with Kai.”

She chuckles softly and strokes the back of Tom’s head slowly, and assures him, “It’s ok, no one is that bright when drunk. C’mon let’s get you home.” Holding him by his wrist again, she began walking towards his flat before he could protest.

Tom was not that drunk. The couple shots and beers had mostly worn off during their cold walk back. But was he going to pretend that he was still sloshed so that Jamie would stay a little longer and tend to him? Absolutely. Even though he knew he should feel bad for making her leave the party (and Kai) early, he couldn’t suppress the buzz in his stomach. He spent the whole night trying to get her alone and it finally happened.

Jamie placed a glass of water and some painkillers on his bedside table then she started to look for her stuff to get ready to leave. As she turned to say goodbye, she was met with a boyish pout.

“Can you stay for a bit? Leaving me alone would be well cruel, I was supposed to be celebrating tonight.” Tom extended grabby hands from where he sat on his bed to try to be extra convincing.

Who was Jamie to deny him.

So, the two old friends laid side by side on Tom’s bed and fell into a deep conversation. When the conversation started to lull, Tom asked, “Good job on speaking to Kai tonight, you looked like you were enjoying the conversation. Why did you guys talk about?”

“Wow, approval from the master, what a privilege,” she said sarcastically before answering sincerely. “It did feel kinda good to put on a fun outfit and speak to him, like I completed some kind of mission. And the conversation was good, I suppose. I wished him luck for the match and then we started talking about a book we were reading for a class which was … nice. It was nice to have an in depth discussion about it, but I couldn’t really find a way to transition into something more personal. There wasn’t much of a connection, maybe we just don’t have much in common.”

“We don’t have much in common but always have loads to talk about.”

“Well, I guess the student has yet to become the master.”

They shared a soft laugh together before Tom changed the subject, “Speaking of, do you remember when you tried to teach me how to juggle.”

She laughed loudly at the memory – something she found herself doing a lot with Tom. “How could I forget, you somehow managed to bruise both our eyes. We had matching black eyes for a week and you wouldn’t stop telling people that we fell trying to do a wrestling move.”

“Uh, a genius move if you ask me. We were the coolest kids in primary school. I wanted to tell everyone we punched each other in the eye to know what it felt like but I figured the wrestling was more bad ass.”

They spent the rest of the night going through their rolodex of memories, intermittently going off on random tangents about whether magicians were cool or whether waking up early on weekends to watch cartoons were worth it.

When they could no longer fight of the exhaustion, Tom boasted quietly, “Didn’t have to talk about school once. Quite a connection if you ask me.” His hand patted around the small space between them to find hers, and timidly slid his hand under hers to intertwine their fingers.

Despite appearing to be asleep, Jamie’s mind was wide awake. She just realised that they had once again talked for hours, and even though she was still in her party outfit, she felt totally like herself and at ease. Maybe Tom was right, they had a connection, a special connection.

She forced herself to switch off her brain and just enjoy the moment, and not think about what this might mean. She wiggled her fingers to grip his tighter and moved towards him to rest her head against his shoulder, prompting him to do the same. Tom subconsciously let out a satisfied hum and drifted off to sleep with his head nestled against hers.

A couple weeks after their unplanned sleepover, Jamie found herself packed into stadium stands, feet bouncing constantly to try and keep warm. The football final had finally arrived and for the first time, she had been personally invited by Tom to spectate. She nearly peed herself with excitement.

She woke up before Tom the morning after the party. Their fingers were no longer interlocked but his hand was still atop hers. They had both turned onto their sides to face each other through the course of the night. Unsure of what to do when confronted with their closeness, she stayed put and took the opportunity to admire his boyish features. He still looked so familiar, almost comforting.

When Tom woke up, he too took a minute to just gaze softly at her. It was oddly intimate, like there was something in the air.

Their day started the way the previous one had ended – two friends reminiscing and talking about everything. Well, almost everything. Consciously or not, they both skirted around the waning of their friendship.

In a moment of bravery, Jamie shared how she felt at 15, apologising for letting her insecurity ruin something great.

Tom was silent, face frozen. She started to panic.

Before she could apologise again, Tom whispered, “It wasn’t your fault.”

In all honesty, he was not 100% certain why they stopped talking. When he joined the football team in secondary school he started getting invited to hang out with the team during and after school, and he remembers feeling … self-conscious. He loved playing football, don’t get him wrong, but it almost seemed boring in comparison to Jamie. He went from being Tom to Tom from the football team while Jamie was a wildcard, picking up new hobbies every other week. She was so secure in herself, not needing to depend on one thing for external validation, and that made him feel pretty lame. Not wanting to bore her with football all the time, he slowly retreated from her until they eventually stopped talking. In his defence, he was 15.

It took Jamie a second to take in all of that. “Maybe our brains were extra undeveloped at 15,” she said light-heartedly.

Realising she wasn’t mad at him, Tom let out a relieved laugh and leaned forward to bump his head against hers affectionately.

“Will you come to my next match?” he whispered, “It would mean a lot to finally have my best friend cheering for me.”

“I would love to go.” She couldn’t stop smiling.

Intertwining their fingers again, Tom squeezed her hand and sported a smile as wide as hers.

“I’m so happy we’re best friends again.”

She couldn’t agree more. And that excitement had yet to die down. Despite having to be out in the cold at 8 in the morning, she couldn’t be happier to be there, clapping and cheering especially loud when Tom got hold of the ball.

The brightness in her eyes didn’t even falter when they lost, and when she went to meet Tom, she was pleasantly surprised to see his eyes light up when he saw her too.

She opens her arms to await his embrace and when he locks his arms around her waist to press her into his warm chest, she can’t believe she went this long without his hugs.

“Sorry you lost, but you looked really good out there, I’m really proud of you.”

No one could have guessed that he just lost the league final by the grin on his face. He couldn’t find it in him to be upset. Not when he had the rest of the day to spend with Jamie.

They held hands all the way to the car and before they parted, he tugged her towards him and gave her a smack on her forehead then lips causing her to erupt into shy giggles.

Yeah, that smile wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

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