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lnfours · 1 year

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summer loving (four) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3k

⌙ warnings: swearing, some angst, fluffy as hell towards the end, some light drinking (nothing crazy), SHAWN BEING THE BEST BF EVER!!!!!!! but also tom being jealous AF, oh and shirtless tom, poor baby sam swooning but having no balls to say anything :(

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader with a lil bit of shawn mendes x fem!reader

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tom was losing his absolute mind.

sure, it was no secret that tom was in love with you. anyone with eyes and brain cells would be able to tell just by spending 2 minutes in a room with the two of you.

however, he felt as though he wasn’t good enough. like there was someone who would be way better for you. someone who could be your knight in shining armor, show you their vulnerable side, be everything you desperately wanted tom to be.

so, when he found out that you had went to shawn’s gig, part of him was relieved that you had moved on from his chaos, the way he pulled you in one minute and the next he was pushing you away in fear of letting someone get close to him again. but, he couldn’t deny that part of him ached, part of him broke at the sight of shawn walking you to the front door.

and what really sealed the deal was when you leaned in with a smile on your face as you kissed shawn on the lips.

that’s when he knew for sure that he was just a thought all the way in the back of your head.

the next morning, everyone sat in the kitchen while eating breakfast, making small talk. everyone mostly asking about how your date went, which caused a the heat to creep onto your cheeks. however, it made his blood boil at the fact that shawn was everything you wanted. everything you tom wanted to be for you, but couldn’t.

“it was good,” you smiled, poking at the eggs on your plate that sam had made for you, “he’s really sweet. i think you guys would like him.”

“we should have him for dinner tonight,” nikki smiled, “i know the mendes family pretty well, all of them are lovely.”

“yeah, sounds like a great idea.” your mom agreed.

“meeting the guy that my sister made out with on the front porch, no thanks.” austin joked, causing everyone to roll their eyes.

“gonna have to agree with austin on that one,” harry joked, “they’re gonna make kissy-faces at each other the whole time.”

you flung a piece of pancake at the boy, hitting him right in the center of his forehead. paddy giggled next to you, giving you a high five, “nice aim!”

“listen, let’s just give him a shot, yeah?” sam said, “if he makes y/n happy, then it’s worth meeting him.”

tom hadn’t said a word, eyes suddenly interested in his plate. your eyes fell onto his figure, your lips meeting the edge of the mug, speaking before taking a sip of coffee.

“what do you think, tom?”

you watched as he looked up at you, his normally warm, brown eyes suddenly cold. you raised an eyebrow as you watched him put down his fork.

“doesn’t matter to me.” he shrugged, getting up from the table as he cleared his plate. you turned to look at him.

“maybe alicia can come too, might as well make it a whole thing.” you said, smirking into your mug as he gave you ‘shut the fuck up’ look.

“who’s alicia?” nikki asked, turning to the oldest boy.

“no one.”

“mhm, she’s no one alright.” harry chuckled.

“wait, alicia garnett?” your brother asked.

“since when?” it was paddy’s turn to look confused.

“you know she’s kind of a whore, right?”

tom rolled his eyes at your brothers words, you turning around and smacking him in the forehead, “ow!”

“you’re an ass.”

“it’s true!”

“well, you don’t have to call her a whore.”

“i mean, she’s slept with half the town.”

you rolled your eyes, letting nikki take the floor, “if you’d like to invite her, you can. i’d like to meet her, you know.”

“me too,” your mom smiled, “and who’s to say she isn’t what everyone thinks she is.”

she eyed your brother and he raised his hands in fake surrender, “i’m just telling you what i’ve heard.”

“yeah, well, we don’t need to hear about it.” you mumbled.

tom nodded, sighing, “alright, alright, i’ll see if she wants to come.”

you cleared your plate, putting the dishes in the sink before making your way upstairs. you squeaked as someone grabbed your arm, pulling you into a bedroom before the door shut behind you.

“are you proud of yourself or something?” it was tom’s voice.

you crossed your arms, “why would it matter if she’s more than just a fuck buddy to you?”

he groaned, “because… i don’t know how i feel about her yet.”

“guess you better figure it out.” you shrugged, going to reach for the door handle but tom stepped in front of you,

“can i go? i have to make sure kat can come in this weekend.”

“not until you talk to me about what’s going on.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes in complete annoyance, “nothing’s going on, tom.”

“you sure?”

you huffed, “look, you’re the one who tried to kiss me on the beach just to move on the next day. i’m sorry, but whatever kind of emotional rollercoaster this is,” you motioned back and forth between the two of you, “i don’t want it. i’ve got a guy who’s sweet, treats me like a fucking princess, and is actually clear with what he wants, which is me. if you can’t accept the fact that i moved on from you and your bullshit, that sounds like a personal issue.”

he stared at you blankly as you pushed past him, reaching for the door, “until then, worry about your own relationship and i’ll worry about mine.”

he flinched as his door slammed shut behind him, making him groan as he plopped down onto the bed. he knew you were right, you had every reason in the book to hate him right now. he knew he played with your emotions, he knew that he fucked up big time, but he didn’t know how to make it right. he didn’t know how to get you back.

your phone buzzed as you got a text from kat.

kat any updates?

y/n nothing much other than tom’s an asshole and i think i really like shawn

kat good. if tom can’t get his priorities straight and realize that it’s been you this entire time, then you shouldn’t have to wait around for him. also shawn’s a cutie, who wouldn’t like him 😉

you looked up as there was a soft knock on your door, meeting sam’s eyes as he softly smiled, “up for the beach?”

you nodded, “yeah, just give me a second.”

he nodded back at you, walking out of the door and leaving it cracked open the tiniest bit.

y/n you’re right. i’ll check in with you later after shawn comes for dinner, gonna go catch some waves with sam.

kat sam 😏 ya know, i’ve always been team sam

y/n 🙄 goodbye, katarina <3

kat goodbye y/n 🥰

you locked your phone and threw it down on the bed before picking out a bathing suit. you grabbed a bathing suit from your bag, throwing on a big t-shirt overtop. you met sam downstairs, the two of you heading out to the beach.

you two talked amongst yourselves, giggling and having a good time. sam always knew how to get your mind off of things.

“you excited for everyone to meet shawn?” he asked and you shrugged.

“i don’t know,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “i just don’t know how tom’s going to react.”

“yeah, didn’t seem too happy about it earlier.”

you nodded, “i know.”

“which, sounds like his problem.”

you shot him a confused look, an eyebrow raised, “not that i don’t disagree, but what do you mean?”

“please, it’s not like we all don’t know he’s had a thing for you for years,” he laughed, “plus, mom did say that you were destined for one of us, minus paddy.”

you smiled, remembering when nikki told you that, “yeah, well, i guess destiny isn’t mine and tom’s thing.”

he chuckled again, “doesn’t really seem like it, huh?”

“whatever, it’s his loss,” you shrugged, “if he can’t tell me what he wants then why should i wait around for him to tell me? i deserve better than that.”

he nodded, “you deserve the best.”

you smiled, “thanks, sam.”

he nodded, looking towards the house as the sun shone down on you. your hair was falling perfectly around your face, your eyes glistening in the sunlight. the way the water droplets fell from your skin was mesmerizing.

he was in awe.

“i guess i should head back soon, i gotta get ready for dinner and make sure shawn’s still coming.”

he nodded, “yeah, sure thing. i’ll probably be out here for a little while longer and then head in.”

you smiled before paddling to shore on your board, “see you back at the house!”

you made your way inside, running up the steps. you gathered your things to take a shower, walking into the hallway only to bump into someone who was shirtless and dripping wet.

your cheeks burned as you realized it was tom.

“sorry,” he apologized, moving around you, “didn’t mean to bump into you.”

you couldn’t help it, your eyes followed the way his abs dipped and curved, the way the towel sat lowly on his hips, his dripping wet curls hanging over his forehead. he smirked as your eyes traveled his body, watching you contently.

“just watch where you’re going next time.” your voice was laced with sarcasm.

“watch where your eyes wander next time.”

you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him believe that you were still somewhat into him. yeah, shawn was great and everything you wanted, but tom was always going to be in the back of your mind. like an annoying, nagging feeling that won’t leave you alone no matter how hard you try.

after your shower, you made your way back to your room. you decided to facetime shawn, just to make sure he was still able to come tonight.

he picked up after a few rings, smiling into the camera as he laid in bed, “hey,”

“hi,” you smiled back, “sorry if i interrupted anything.”

he shook his head, rustling coming from his side of the call as he situated himself to sit up, “‘s okay, everything alright?”

you nodded, “just wanted to make sure you were still coming tonight.”

“of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks, “nikki wants to know if you like seafood.”

he nodded, “not my favorite, but i’ll eat it,” he smiled, “i’m sure anything she cooks is good.”

you laughed, “it is, actually.”

“sounds great,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “should i bring anything?”

“just yourself.” you smiled.

“okay, i’ll bring a bottle of rosé.”

you smiled, “if you insist.”

“i do, i refuse to come empty handed, my mom taught me better than that,” he smiled back at you, “also, what’s nikki and your moms favorite flowers?”

you scrunched your nose, thinking about it, “for nikki it’s probably daisies and my mom is simple, she likes white roses.”

he nodded, “alright, i got a few stops to make in town and then i’ll be over.”

you watched as he slipped a shirt over his head, his keys jingling in the microphone shortly after, “take your time.”

“well, i don’t want to keep you waiting.”

you smiled, “i don’t mind.”

he smirked down into the camera, “i’ll remember this.”

you laughed, “drive safe, i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon, beautiful.”

you smiled before ending the call, squealing quietly to yourself before quickly clicking onto kat’s contact. she picked up almost right away.

“long time no see,” she smiled, “what’s up?”

“it’s confirmed,” you smiled, “i really like shawn.”

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the doorbell rang as you ran down the steps, “i’ll get it!”

you opened the door and smiled as shawn held up three bouquets of flowers and a bottle of rosé. you smiled, taking the bottle from him to help him carry things inside, “what’s all this?”

“a good first impression,” he smiled, kissing your cheek softly, “these are for your mom and nikki.”

you smiled, your heart beating quickly as you closed the door behind him, “you’re so sweet. c’mon, i’ll introduce you.”

he followed you into the kitchen where nikki, your mom, austin, paddy and harry were sitting. everyone was quick to say hello, shawn shaking hands with the boys and offering the flowers to the moms. they both smiled and accepted them, also mentioning how it was a sweet gesture. you left the boys to talk as you followed your mom and nikki into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine.

“he’s handsome,” your mom smirked, rubbing her shoulder against yours, giggling, “and respectful.”

“he’s great, y/n. a 10 in my book.”

you laughed at both of the women in front of you, shaking your head as you grabbed two wine glasses, “you two are insufferable.”

“c’mon! if i were you, i'd be all over that.” your mom laughed and you scrunched your nose, letting out a chuckle as you shook your head.

“gross, don’t ever say that again,” you laughed with the other two, walking back into the dining room with the two wine glasses. you handed one to shawn, him smiling and thanking you as you sat down in the chair next to him.

“so, you’ve played guitar your whole life?” harry asked. shawn nodded.

“yeah, pretty much,” he smiled, “i learned from watching youtube videos on how to play ed sheeran songs.”

“i wish i was good at playing an instrument,” paddy sighed, “i tried piano, but i wasn’t good so i gave up.”

“that’s what practice is for,” shawn said, pulling the glass away from his lips, “if you want, i could teach you how to play, show you a few pointers.”

“really?” paddy’s face lit up, “that’s awesome! thanks, mate.”

shawn nodded and smiled back. you smiled at him as he made eye contact.

“so, is the infamous katarina coming next weekend?” he asked.

“yeah, she is,” you smiled, “and she’s really excited to meet you.”

he widened his eyes a little, “guess i gotta make a really good impression.”

“shouldn’t be too hard.” you smiled, biting down on your bottom lip to try to contain it.

“i don’t know, seems like a big deal.”

“please, if you can make it through this dinner, you should be able to handle kat.”

you heard sam as he entered the room, “that’s a lie, kat is like a hurricane. she’s kinda crazy.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at sam, “she’s not crazy, she’s just… a concerned friend.”

sam scoffed, “yeah, we can say that,” he smiled as he shook shawn’s hand, “sam, by the way. nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you, too.” shawn smiled. you watched as tom was the last one to sit down at the table, nodding his head towards shawn.

“hey, mate.”

“hey, man. what’s up,” he greeted back, reaching to shake tom’s hand, “shawn.”

tom shook his hand, “tom.”

you watched as tom’s eyes locked with yours for a split second, the warm brown eyes once again cold as he saw you with shawn. he clenched his jaw as he sat down, not wanting to sit across from you and the guy who was everything he couldn’t be for you.

nikki and your mom, thankfully, came out with the food in their hands as they placed everything down on the table, “who’s hungry.”

you felt shawn’s nerves from his seat next to you, giving his hand a squeeze under the table. he squeezed back, smiling as you made eye contact.

the dinner talk consisted of everyone getting to know shawn a little better and talking about everyone’s favorite summer activities. but, of course, austin had to ruin the moment with an embarrassing story from when you were younger.

that’s when you grabbed shawn’s hand, leaving the table as you led him up the stairs, “okay, i’m done with this conversation. you all have fun.”

everyone laughed as harry called out to you, “oh, come on! at least leave shawn!”

you two laughed, “over my dead body, holland.”

you made your way into your room, closing the door behind you, “sorry, they get to be a little much.”

he waved you off, “it’s alright, i get it.”

you sat down on the bed, gesturing to the room, “this is me. not much, but that’s what i like about it.”

“that and this view,” shawn said as he looked out the large window, “i’d never leave this room.”

you smiled, getting up and wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek on his back, “that’s another favorite part.”

he smiled, turning around as his arms wrapped around your torso this time, “i can’t deny a great view when i see one.”

you blushed softly, “me either.”

he smiled as his hand reached up and cupped your cheek into his hand softly, leaning down slowly as his nose pressed up against yours, “can i ask you something?”

you nodded, biting down softly on your lower lip as he continued, “i know it hasn’t been very long, but i really really like you and i was just wondering if you’d wanna be official, like be my… girlfriend?”

you smiled, “i really like you, too. and yes, i’d love to be your girlfriend.”

he smiled, leaning down and softly pressing his lips to yours. you both smiled into the kiss, breaking apart after a little while. you led him to bed bed, the both of you laying down. he grabbed the stuffed bear from under his back, laughing softly as you grabbed your tv remote from the nightstand.

“who’s this?”

you chuckled, “that’s beary.”

“beary? you couldn’t have come up with a better name?” he joked and you laughed, snatching the brown stuffed bear from his hands.

“i was 4! leave me alone.”

he laughed, pulling you so you were laying on top of him, both legs on either side of his hips. you smiled as you braced yourself, hands resting against his chest as his landed on your hips.

he giggled, “poor beary. he’s stuck dealing with the worst name in history.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you smacked him playfully with the pillow, “shut up!”

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iluvbillkaulitzz · 4 months

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☆About me☆

-my name is sienna-

-she/her

-I’m not comfortable specifying my age

-I’m Australian

-I love music (rock, pop punk, rap) i love t.h (I’m a bill girl but I love them all)

-my favourite bands are (Tokio hotel, nirvana, deftones, pixies, the cure.

-my favourite shows are, Gilmore girls, modern family, Anne with an e, the walking dead -I’m learning German

-things I WILL write for:

-fluff

-angst

-lemon

-things I WONT write for:

-smut (atm) -twinsect

-rape

-male readers (sorry) -abuse

-any weird kinks (piss kinks and stuff like that)

!MASTER LIST!

bill

pregnancy

dating bill headcannons

cheating ‘n fighting

kisses ‘n movies

tom

clingy

Dating Tom headcannons

gustav

nothing here yet

georg

Dating georg headcannons

!TOLL SHIPPERS ARE NOT WELCOME!

#bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #georg listing #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #gustav schäfer #bill kaulitz fluff #tokio hotel fluff

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chess-blackmyre · 16 days

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no coward

double headed by chess-blackmyre // A death in the family (1988) // the once and future king by T.H. White // Duela in the Hospital by @thoughtfulrxven

A follow up to duela as mordred

#web weaving #duela dent #Flamebird au #the joker #duela as mordred #dc #dc comics

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most-likely-to-runaway-with-u · 3 months

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I was looking at the The Tortured Poets Department in the categories they had been put into A, B, C & D, then wondered if they would go in a sequence of a timeline?

Like Side A is about taking some time apart in the relationship, the problems they faced as artists and trying to have a relationship, compromising herself.

Side B: The relationship has ended, her family is trying to console her, having to face the world with a brave face, first time she was seen after the break up, going out with friends, the start of the tour.

Side C: Touching on her rebound with T.H, her fame being intimidating & feeling isolated, about the type of men she has dated? Fear that she has lost the love of her life & will never find anything like it again.

Side D: Still broken hearted & getting on with things, reflection, realising how she was held back for wanting to please the smallest man, trying to find a cure. talking about how she is an artist & how she is going to talk her truth through her art?

Manuscript? I think it could be kind of like a mastermind.. kind of like thinking she has all the plans, but sometimes don't go to plan.. but she's rewriting history.

Obviously I have no idea about Taylor's life or thoughts, but just a guess based on the things we see as fans the name of the tracks and why they're in categories.

#taylorswift #soexcited #ttpd #ttpd tracklist #the tortured poets department #taylornation #april 19 #theory

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broskiblurbs · 11 months

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When You Are Gone {T.H}

Summary: This is part two to "When I Lose You." Tom struggles with your death even months after. He almost ends it, but you give him the push he needs. Words: 2.8K Warnings: ANST! Attempted suicide, moderate cussing, mentions of heavy alcohol use. Also, spoilers for The Fault in Our Stars.

part one here

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It’s been four months since Tom Holland watched you die; no, begged the doctors to not save you. The moment plays in his head on repeat in his waking hours and haunts him as he sleeps. He wishes he let the doctors resuscitate you, then maybe, just maybe, he would have his happy ending. Perhaps it was a selfish desire, but he never found a way to live without you. It was like you took every part of him when you left this world.

Everything that made Tom, well, Tom must’ve danced with you to wherever your soul went. A once happy, energizing, fun-loving man was now a depressed, droopy, angry alcoholic. Someone who used to have so much to say, now didn’t see a purpose to noise. He had closed himself off to everyone, even his best mate Harrison, who had tried endlessly to get through to friend.

“Tom, please. Open up. Everyone’s worried about you, mate.” Tom could hear Harrison calling from the other side of the front door of his flat. He couldn’t be bothered. Tom was tucked away in his bed. The room was completely dark and reeked of rum. It was only one in the afternoon. “If you don’t answer, then I’m coming in!” That he did.

He came barging in the pigsty of a bedroom and found his best friend wallowing away with his pillow, which probably had collected a gallon of salty tears, if not more. He turned on the lights and yanked the blankets off of Tom, who was very quick to tell him to fuck off.

“I’ve fucked off for four months. Now, it’s time for me to step in before you end up killing yourself,” Harrison scolded.

“Do it, then! Leave me to die. At least then, I won’t have to hear your annoying ass pound on my door twice a fucking day! Don’t you get it? I don’t want you here to pity me,” Tom bit back. Harsh words indeed, but Harrison wasn’t about to give up that quickly. He knew it was the alcohol and grief talking.

“Pity you? Please, I’m not here to pity you. I'm here to get your head out of your ass and go see your family. They are worried about you. They haven’t seen you since the funeral. Do you really think this is what Y/N wants?” Tom's face turned red as he got up in his friend’s face.

“Don’t you dare say her name,” he warned as he pushed past Harrison to go to the living room. Mainly so he can grab a beer, but as well as to kick his friend out.

“She was my friend too!” Harrison’s voice boomed across the flat. “Your parents saw her like her own daughter. As for Sam and Harry, they lost a best friend that day.”

“I lost the love of my life! Do not compare my loss to yours or my brothers!” Angry tears escaped Tom’s eyes as his fists rolled up into balls.

“You’re not getting it, mate,” Harrison tried more gently. “We all lost someone else that day as well. You.” Tom’s face eased up as he continued to hear what his friend had to say. “Even at the funeral, you wouldn’t talk to anyone. You disappeared from our lives when we needed you the most. Might as well have been your funeral as well.”

Tom took a seat on the couch, which hasn’t been sat on since you were there. Your blanket was still lounging over the side. Your shoes were still tucked underneath the furniture because no matter how much you tried, you could never remember to take off your shoes at the front door. Your book was still on the coffee table. It was turned upside down, keeping the spot you were at since you lost your bookmark, which was probably stuck between the couch cushions.

“What are you reading?” Tom asked as he grabbed the books from your hand. You gave him a pout and cuddled more into your soft blanket. “The Fault in Our Stars, really?”

“What? It’s a great read,” you responded, grabbing back your book from him.

“Doesn’t he like die in the end? Why would you want to read something like that?” Your fiance asked you.

“I haven’t finished it yet!” you scolded, causing Tom to put his fingers on his mouth while nervously laughing, knowing he just spoiled the end of the book for you. “This is why Marvel won’t let you read REAL scripts.” You jokingly hit him with the book.

“To be fair, the movie has been out for years now. That’s your fault for not reading it sooner, darling.” He bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead. His way of apologizing to you.

“Halfass apology, but I accept.” Tom starts to walk away, but trips on one of your shoes on the floor. He turns back around and sends you a glare. “That’s what you get for spoiling the book for me.” He rolled his eyes in response.

“Oh, by the way, don’t forget about Paddy’s graduation party tonight,” Tom reminded.

“Right. I probably should get ready for that.” You move around as you try to look for your bookmark. “Where is…? Oh, forget it.” You turn your book upside down, making the table promise to keep your spot.

Tears flooded Tom’s eyes as your memory assaulted him. He cradled his face as he continued to sob. Harrison and Tom weren’t big on hugging, but this was an exception. He wrapped his arms around his friend, reassuring him that he was there for him. Tom didn’t push away. Instead, he accepted the embrace. This was the first human interaction in months and he needed to let his griefs out.

“I just miss her, mate. So fucking much,” Tom said in between sobs.

“I know. Me too.” A few tears escaped Harrison’s eyes as well. Another weight was added to the hug. Almost as if you were hugging them from the otherside. Tom looked at Harrison, who didn’t seem to notice it. Maybe he’s finally gone crazy.

“I still need time. This-this is all too much for me to handle,” Tom uttered, pulling away from the hug. This is when Harrison noticed Tom’s figure. He lost a dangerous amount of weight. This muscles had diminished considering he hadn’t gotten out of bed in weeks, let alone gone to the gym

“Then let us help you. No one expected you to do this on your own,” Harrison replied, rubbing his friend’s back. Tom stood back up.

“I told you. I don’t need your pity,” he pronounced, taking another swig of his beer.

“You’re not taking care of yourself. When was the last time you actually ate something? Alcohol doesn’t count. You need help,” Harrison tried, receiving him a groan from Tom. “It’s okay to need help, mate. You lost your fiance-”

“Wife,” he interrupted. His head was hanging low. “She is, I mean, was my wife.” The interaction was stressing Tom out. Too many thoughts, memories, and pieces of you replaying in his mind at once. He ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s too much,” he whispered.

“Tom-”

“Please, go.” He pointed to the door, directing his friend to leave. Harrison hesitantly left, knowing there wasn’t much more he could do. He wasn’t giving up on his mate. No. He knew Tom needed medical help, but he had no way to get Tom to admit that himself. He needed help and returned with that no more than an hour later, but it was too late.

After Harrison left, Tom crashed back on the couch and held your blanket in his arms, touching it the first time since that night. He held it close to his nose. Your smell was still sown in with the stitches. This smell wasn’t sick. It wasn’t lying on a hospital bed, begging him to let you go. It was cozy. It was home. On the couch and with him.

On the small wooden table that sat right next to the couch was a lamp and a picture. The picture of you and Tom on your first date as boyfriend and girlfriend. It was at a local diner, one he went to ever since he first came to New York. You got chicken tenders, while he got a ¼ pound burger. The sun glistens your face so beautifully. It made you look like an angel.

“I still can’t believe you got chicken tenders. What are you? Nine?” Tom joked taking a big bite out of his burger. You give a shy smile.

“It’s a classic, and I know I will enjoy it,” you respond, smothering your tender in sauce. Tom laughed and shook his head.

“Whatever you say, love.” He now takes a bite of his fries. “These are the best chips. Better than any McDonald’s I’ve ever been to.” You give him a weird look. “What?”

“You mean fries?” You start giggling, causing your boyfriend to roll his eyes.

“Same thing. In the UK we call them chips.”

“Well, London Boy, you’re in America. Those are french fries,” you state as you take one of his fries and toss it in your mouth. Tom looks at you with disbelief.

“You have your own right there,” he exclaims as he points at your fries that lay next to your crisp tenders.

“Yeah, but yours are better.”

Tom slams the picture facedown back on the table. He gets back up to get his beer from the kitchen counter. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t imagine a world where you were gone. No longer existing. A world where the only things that proved you were once alive were a pair of shoes, a book, a blanket, a picture, and your memory constantly running through his mind. A world that was once warm, full of color and light was now a cold, dark, and lonely one. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he heads to the bathroom. He had just missed that picture he placed facedown moments ago, only now it was sitting right again.

He swung the medicine cabinet open as he rummaged through the contents. “Tylenol,” he thought to himself. It would do the trick. Is he really going to do this? Is it worth it? This isn’t what you would want, right? He unsealed the cap as he ignored every thought in his mind. All he ever wanted was you. This is how he would get to you. He must die. He grabs handfuls of the medicine at a time and chugs it with his beer. “I’ll be with you soon, darling.”

What he didn’t know was that you were there. The entire time. You walked with him home from the hospital the night you died. You stood on the stage with him as he attempted a speech in your honor at your funeral. You cuddled him as he cried himself to sleep every night, wishing for a different outcome. This was no different. You screamed at him to stop and think about what he was doing, but of course, he couldn’t hear you. You were a ghost.

Everything was white. It almost blinded Tom. He was even dressed in white. He slowly stood up and saw the local diner in the distance. Instead of being surrounded by tall buildings, it just sat by itself in the distance. The door to the diner made its typically ringing noise as he walked through the door. Everything was restored of color and he was now wearing his cream turtleneck and khakis. The same thing he wore on his first date with you. In the third booth, you sat. You were as healthy as ever. Your hair was all grown out and you had some color to your skin. You were you.

Tom rushed to the booth and sat across from you. You give him a welcoming smile. Oh how he missed that smile of yours. You pick up the menu that is laid in front of you.

“You know, I might go for the chicken tenders. You can never go wrong with those,” you spoke. Your voice rang through Tom’s ears and it sounded like music. “Let me guess. You’re going to get the Mama’s Cheeseburger with ‘chips.’” Tom was speechless. All he could do is just look at you with love and admiration. You were here. With him. Alive and well. “Well, am I right?”

Tom cleared his throat and replied, “You know me too well, darling.” He did something he hadn’t done since you were diagnosed: smile. The song “Only You” by Yaz started to play on the jukebox.

“I think I remember you promising me ‘a dance in the afterlife,’” you reminded him. You stood up from the booth and held your hand out to him. “Come on!”

He gladly took your hand and danced with you. His arms around your waist and yours around his neck. The two of you swayed with the beat. He playfully twirled you, causing you to giggle.

“Am I dead?” he whispered.

“Only if you want to be,” you responded. The scene seemed to change to a dance floor. You were in a beautiful white gown and him in a black and white suit and tie. This was meant to be your wedding dress and his suit. The song had changed pace and a female voice was now singing. (Selena Gomez version)

“Well, I did this,” he said, gesturing to his suicide.

“I know,” you answered, moving a piece of hair out of his face.

“I can’t do this without you, darling. It’s too much,” he cried.

“You know why I love 'The Fault in Our Stars so much?'” You asked. Tom shook his head, confused as to whether the book had anything to do with this.

“The storytelling. It was beautiful and amazing. The jokes and the memories Augustus and Hazel shared. Sure, he dies in the end, but that doesn’t erase everything that happened. Yes, it sucks, but that is our story. I loved every moment. It doesn’t have to be the end, either. We can just put a bookmark and finish it later,” you explain. “Do you understand what I’m saying Tom? You can live. You still have the rest of your life. Your parents, your brothers, and Harrison will make it all worth living for. Just give them a chance.”

“No, I can’t. You are everything. When you died you took every part of me with you,” he responded. The two of you have stopped dancing at this point, still in each other’s arms.

“Then, find it again. It’s going to take some time, but it’s possible. I will be with you. I have always been with you. You were never alone.” You put your hand on his heart. “Please, Tom. It’s not your time yet. When it is your time, I’ll be here waiting. We can remove the bookmark and continue our story, but for now, go live your life.” You gave him pleading eyes and you knew he wouldn’t resist. “Trust your friends, family, and most importantly, yourself.” He nods.

“Okay, I’ll live for you,” he reluctantly agreed. The space was getting smaller. Tom was waking up.

“No, for yourself,” you corrected. The music had stopped and the space was now pitch black.

“Y/N?” He called out, but you were gone.

Tom was now laying in the hospital bed. The smell that was once you were now of medicine and hand sanitizer. He looked around and he was currently alone, or it seemed that way. He imagined you standing over him. He could almost hear you say, “You got this.” On the nightstand lay a book: The Fault in Our Stars. There was a bookmark in it. He turned the page and there was a section highlighted.

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.” -The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.

#my writing #fanfic #spiderman #marvel #peter parker #celebrities #fiction #reader #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction #angst #broskiblurbs #tw

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What are the favorite Four Seasons of the Disney Heros (non-Princes)?

As usual, I'm only going up to the end of the '90s, because I haven't seen that many of the later movies with male protagonists.

Pinocchio: Summer, because he gets a vacation from school.

Dumbo: Spring and summer, the best seasons for flying outdoors.

Bambi: Spring, when the forest is full of new life.

Peter Pan: Spring and summer, the best times for outdoor battles with the pirates and for nighttime flights.

Tramp: Spring and autumn, because they're neither too hot nor too cold outdoors – though ever since Lady's family adopted him, he's learned to like winter too, and celebrating Christmas with the puppies.

Pongo: Autumn, because it's a good season for comfortable walks, and because that's when his puppies were born.

Arthur: Summer – if his movie and the musical "Camelot" are in the same canon (and I wouldn't doubt it, since they're both based on T.H. White's The Once and Future King), he likes summer to linger through September.

Mowgli: Winter, because that's when the weather is best in India – after the monsoon season, but before it gets too hot.

Winnie the Pooh: Summer, because Christopher Robin is out of school and they have more time to play together.

Thomas O'Malley: Spring or summer, because cats prefer warmth to cold.

Robin Hood: Summer and early autumn – good weather for being outdoors in the woods.

Bernard: Winter, as long as he can spend it cozily indoors with Bianca, and not – as is too often the case – flying on Orville or Wilbur's back for another rescue adventure.

Tod and Copper: Late summer and autumn – good times to be outdoors, and in Tod's case, plenty of wild fruit growing, just right for an omnivorous fox.

Taran: Autumn – a moody, magical, adventurous time of year.

Basil of Baker Street: Summer – that's when the weather causes the least inconvenience when he needs to travel around the city to solve a mystery.

Oliver: Summer, because Jenny is out of school and has more time for him.

Simba: Summer, the dry season on the savannah.

Quasimodo: Winter, especially January, because that's when the Festival of Fools takes place, and that was when he met Esmeralda and Phoebus.

Hercules: Spring, the best time for athletics.

Tarzan: Summer, the dry season – that's always best when you live mostly outdoors.

#disney #disney heroes #favorite seasons #headcanon

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The oldest African-American business in Memphis was, for many years, the T.H. Hayes & Sons Funeral Home. It was owned and operated by the Hayes family, pictured here from left to right: Thomas Jr., Florence, Thomas Sr., and Taylor. Thomas Sr. opened the business in 1902 on Poplar Avenue but relocated it to South Lauderdale in 1918. Son Thomas Jr. also owned the Birmingham Black Barons, a Negro Baseball League team that once boasted Willie Mays as a player. The entire Hayes family rests at Elmwood Cemetery.

#african american #kemetic dreams #memphis #elmwood #th hayes and sons funeral home #florence #thomas sr #poplar avenue #negro baseball league #memphis tennessee

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rosalyn51 · 9 months

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Fascinating background to Matthew GoodE's upcoming movie with Anthony Hopkins

Freud Museum London

The centrepiece of the room, and arguably of the whole museum, is the couch where patients were treated with the psychoanalyst’s ‘talking cure’. Featured in Financial Times House Museums series. [Aug 11, 2023]

From a very young age, Freud was a book lover. Sigmund Freud’s library in his study in London contains over 1,600 books. The library includes works from authors like Darwin, Locke, Feuerbach, Krafft-Ebing, Shakespeare, Goethe and Dostoevsky.

The History of Freud’s Library

“When I was seventeen I had run up a largish account at the bookseller’s and had nothing to meet it with; and my father had scarcely taken it as an excuse that my inclinations might have chose a worse outlet.” SIGMUND FREUD

When Freud prepared to leave his home in Vienna for London in 1938 it was unclear if he would be able to take his library.

He and his daughter Anna assessed it book by book. Almost one-third was taken out and given to a local book dealer. The rest Freud was finally able to take to London. This was largely due to help from Marie Bonaparte, who assisted the family in their escape. They were placed where they sit today: the shelves of the study in 20 Maresfield Gardens, London.

Freud had loved books from an early age.

In 1868, aged 12, he won a prize at school in the form of a book: Friedrich von Tschudi’s Animal Life of the Alps. He was bored by many of the texts in his his school’s library, though ambitious in his own reading. He tackled T.H. Buckle’s The History of Civilization in England as a teenager.

Just as Freud loved collecting antiquities, he had a passion for acquiring books.

He received them as gifts from friends and family, and gave them as gifts to loved ones. In the 1880s, while studying medicine, his library steadily began to grow. When Freud and his wife Martha moved to Berggasse 19, Vienna, his library grew more. He continued to collect books and, as his own works were published, he was sent more as gifts. Freud’s own works were not displayed openly on his shelves. Instead he arranged works by mentors, students and peers in the world of psychoanalysis, neurology and medicine.

But Freud’s library also stretched far beyond his professional life. Works of literature, by Shakespeare, Goethe and Schiller, lined walls, with books on ancient history, archaeology and religion also accumulating. In later years, Freud said he bought books faster than he could read them. During his student days, however, Freud often used public libraries to sate his appetite for books when money was in short supply. Writing to his friend Eduard Silberstein he says “I am gradually making up for my lack of knowledge of modern literature through our Union Library”, referring to the Reading Room and Lecture Hall of Jewish Students. This may explain why a number of books known to be loved by Freud are not in his library. Freud wrote about other writers and books not only in his own published works, but also in letters to friends and colleagues. It’s possible, therefore, to know what he had read even if the books themselves weren’t in his personal library.

When Freud and his daughter Anna finally packed up his library in Berggasse 19 in the spring of 1938, its fate was unknown.

The Nazis would have deemed many of the books to be at odds with their ideology, and were holding book burning ceremonies. But when the books, along with his collection of antiquities, arrived unscathed in London weeks later, the library was eventually re-assembled. The double room on the ground floor of 20 Maresfield Gardens was to be Freud’s study and library, laid out in much the same way as his consulting room in Vienna. Books were placed on the shelves, mostly in categories but not following any formal system. Freud was once again surrounded by his favourite food: books.

Freud's Last Session movie (2023) Release Date: TBC

Dir. Matt Brown. Written by Mark St. Germain.

Cast: Anthony Hopkins (Sigmund Freud), Matthew GoodE (C. S. Lewis), Liv Lisa Fries (Anna Freud), Jodi Balfour (Dorothy Burlingham), Orla Brady (Janie Moore), Rhys Mannion (Young C.S. Lewis 19 Years), Jeremy Northam (Dr. Ernest Jones), Stephen Campbell Moore (J.R.R. Tolkien), Pádraic Delaney (Warren Lewis), Gary Buckley (Albert Lewis), Tarek Bishara (Jacob Freud), George Andrew-Clarke (Paddy Moore), Oscar and Lucas Massey (twin boys of producer Meg Thomson who play the young Lewis brothers).

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Champagne Problems - T.H.

Synopsis: Tom and y/n, a couple that used to be inseparable, now face a deep crisis in their marriage. Their daughter, Olivie, 4, is in the middle of this emotional turmoil. With busy lives, differences of opinion and fragmented communication, the love that brought them together is slowly fading. After the aftermath they must face their own demons, rediscover empathy, and find a way to rebuild the relationship they once shared. Not just for themselves, but also for the well-being of their daughter, who longs for a united family.

A/N: Well here it is, this is a rollercoaster of emotions and I hope you enjoy it. An important note: English is not my first language so I hope you understand if there are any errors, be kind and let me know if necessary and I can fix it.

W/A: +5k

‘’Where’s my sweet baby pie?’’ You heard Nikki’s voice before she even opened the front door.

‘’Grandma!’’ Olivie screamed loudly when she saw her grandmother and ran straight into her open arms.

‘’Hi sweetie! I missed you.” She said hugging the little girl tightly. ‘’Everyone was waiting for you.’’ Olivie smiled and made her way inside the house without looking back.

Nikki turned to you, as you walked in the living room and smiled opening her arms just like she did with Ollie, welcoming you into a warm hug.

‘’What about you, darling? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.’’

‘’I know, and I’m sorry for that. Work’s been so hard lately, there’s a lot going on.’’ It wasn’t a lie, the last few weeks had been a pain in your ass with so much work since you got your promotion to chief editor at the publisher you worked.

‘’Yeah, Tom told me, that’s great news though!’’

‘’Its is, I’ve waited this for such a long time. But is complicated, Ollie is growing up and I feel like I’m missing out sometimes.’’ She smiled softly at you.

‘’I get it, just try not to stress yourself, that girl needs you... and you know, your promotion wasn’t the only thing Tom talked to me about the last time he was here... what’s going on with the both of you?’’

This was a question you really didn’t want to reply and this was a conversation you didn’t want to have, especially with your husband’s mother.

‘’I guess our relationship has seen better times but we’re trying. I’m just... I can’t have this conversation right now”

‘’I see... it’s alright sweetheart. I don’t want to intrude, just want to see you happy, the both of you. And that little girl.’’

‘’Me too.’’ You smiled at her, trying to hide the forming lump on your throat. ‘’I need to go, Tom is probably already home and we need to get ready.’’

‘’Of course. I’m going to find Ollie for you to say goodbye.’’ She walked out in the direction of the back garden.

While you waited, you took your time looking around the living room you’ve seen a thousand times already. Memories spread across the walls in the form of photos. Tom’s graduation day, Paddy’s first day of kindergarten, your wedding day, their family trip to Hawaii, Olivie as a new born. Memories you’re proud to be a part of.

The sound of small feet running to you woke you up from the small daydreaming.

‘’Mummy!’’ She hugged your legs and you bent down to her level to stare into her eyes.

‘’I’m going now, ok? Remember our deal?”

‘’Yeah, to be a good girl for grandma.’’ She said happily remembering your words from earlier.

‘’That’s right! Two nights, ok? And then we’re taking you home.’’

‘’You and daddy?’’ She asked playing with a string of your hair.

‘’Yeah, mummy and daddy.” She nodded. ‘’Alright, now give mumma a hug.’’ You tighly held her for a while, taking in her baby scent, the one you loved so much. ‘’Bye, babybug.’’ She let go of you and turned around finding her grandmother standing next to the couch. ‘’Bye Nikki, thank you for taking care of her. And please, say hi to everyone.’’

‘’Always. And please, have fun. You both need that”

...

Tonight was a special night. Tom’s company is hosting a party to celebrate a new partnership with a foreign company and, of course, as the wife of one of the partners, your presence is unquestionable. You need to be there to support your husband and keep the facade of the perfect couple with the perfect family. Because no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. The dark red dress you chose hugs your curves in all the right places, the small slit on the leg made it a little more daring but didn't lose the classic touch. It had been a while since you dressed up for a gala event, so you decided to take advantage of the opportunity and remember your features that have been hidden for a while.

Tom entered the room wearing his elegant suit. His hair was straightened and with every step he took he exuded class, and as you watched him in the mirror's reflection, you noticed his gaze fixed on your body.

''Woah, you look beautiful tonight'' Was the first thing he said. Tom hadn't had the opportunity to see the dress you had chosen before this moment, so it was definitely a surprise.

''Yeah, I wanted to try something today.'' You smiled, breaking eye contact in the mirror and going to the table next to the bed, picking up the necklace you had chosen. ''Can you put it on for me?'' You walked up to him and handed the necklace into his hands, turning your back.

Tom calmly analyzed the necklace and felt his breathing hitch. There was the necklace he had given you just before Olivie was born. Your pregnancy was not easy. There were many complications during the period and the risk of something happening to you or the baby was high. To this day, he is grateful that you two made it out of the operating room safe and sound.

The small, sparkling jewel dangled from the chain, reminding him of simpler times. He knew the moment he saw it for the first time that you would love it. It was simple, but it carried enormous emotion, love and hope.

He raised his hands towards your neck and noticed that they were sweating. And you felt his warm breath on your neck and his fingers delicately ran across it, making goosebumps run down your body. How long has it been since you felt each other's touch like this? It's impossible to believe that the two young people who couldn't live without having contact with each other for a long time became like two strangers afraid to touch.

Maybe a few years ago he would have come closer, placed his hands on your waist and left a kiss next to your ear. You would have thrown your head back leaning on his shoulder and the two of you would have stayed like that for a while.

But things changed and the two of you were no longer the same couple at the beginning of a relationship as you were before. Life happened and differences emerged, thoughts changed and opinions diverged. How could things be the same as before?

Instead, Tom put space between you and scratched his throat. His hand went to the back of his head. You looked in the mirror once again.

''I'm driving today, so if you're ready we can go''

You nodded and turned to him waiting for some reaction. Whatever it was. But what you got was him turning his back and walking towards the bedroom door. Holding back the cry that wanted to leave your throat, you lifted your head and followed him. Time to play the part.

...

The path to the venue's party room was silent. In the car, Tom let the music take over the space. As you mouthed the lyrics to a random song that was playing, Tom let furtive glances find you. But you would never know it.

When you arrived, a boy went towards the car while Tom opened his door. He quickly turned around and opened your door, extending his hand to help you out. Tom thanked the boy who entered the space he previously occupied and left with the car to park it.

You held onto Tom's arm as you walked together to the entrance of the already crowded room. Taking a deep breath, a smile appeared on your face as Harrison, Tom's best friend and one of his partners, walked towards you.

''You're finally here, what happened that took you so long?'' He said suggestively, making Tom laugh.

‘’No need to pry, mate.’’ Tom replied, now wrapping his arm around your waist. ''We arrived and we are fine, thank you for asking.''

''No defensiveness, Tom. You look great tonight, Y/N.'' Harrison said.

''Thanks, H. You don't look bad either.'' Harrison smiled and spun around as if showing off his outfit. You laughed at his mannerism.

''Well, some of the investors are already here and want to meet the person responsible for the partnership with the Japanese company.''

''Don't put all this on me, you were responsible too.''

''Wait, Tom... you didn't tell me that this came from you.'' You said resting one of your hands on his chest.

''What? Didn't he tell you? It turns out that if it weren't for this guy here, things wouldn't have happened. He was the one who stayed up working for hours and hours, making it impossible for the company to refuse the agreement.'' Harrison said.

How come Tom never mentioned this? Of course you knew something big was about to happen at the company but you didn't know that Tom was working so hard on it. So every night he took a while to get home, he was at work? Was the silence that came from him caused by this?

Tom looked uncomfortable, which was strange. Why was he acting like this?

A waiter approached the three of you and held out a tray with glasses of what looked like champagne. Harrison took one, while Tom did too and handed it to you.

''Aren't you going to drink?'' Harrison asked raising an eyebrow.

''I'm driving tonight.'' His hand returned to your waist and you felt his fingers lightly caressing over the thin material of the dress. ''Let's do this. I'll be right back, okay?'' He turned to you, who in response just nodded.

''Y/N, Sophie is near the bar. She was looking forward to your arrival.'' He pointed to where his wife was talking to two women unknown to you. ''She said that only you understand her in this place.''

''I say the same about her.'' You started walking towards your friend, who, upon seeing you, completely forgot about the two strangers she was talking to.

''I'm so grateful to see you. I was already starting to panic.'' She hugged you. ''Girl, and that dress! You look wonderful.'' She said looking you up and down.

''Did you like it? I think I made the right choice.''

''Definitely. I bet Tom went crazy when he saw you like that'' She said winking. Sophie was one of the only people who knew about how troubled your relationship was, and she certainly hoped that things between you would get better.

Just like your words to Harrison, she was the only person you could count on at the moment. Ever since their relationship began, just a few months after you and Tom became official, you two had been inseparable. The two of you worked together to help the two of them when they decided to start a company. And in this world made of appearances, you remained the same.

Obviously, Tom and Harrison have other partners who are married to snobbish and difficult to deal with women. And even though their husbands only have a small portion of the company, they act as if they are in charge of everything and everyone.

That's why you two stick together. Holding each other.

''It turns out that I was also expecting a reaction but I didn't get much.'' You say dejectedly taking a sip of the drink. Her hand affectionately roams your arm.

''I'm sorry, darling. He may not have shown it but I bet he won't resist and at the end of the night we know what will happen.'' The suggestive way in which she spoke made you laugh sincerely. ''We know what you have hidden there!'' You chuckled even though you weren't sure how this night would end and if it would go that way.

''For now I don't want to think about it, let's just enjoy it, okay?'' You tell her, holding her hand and pulling her close to the bar. ''Let's order a drink!''

And while you distracted the thoughts that disturbed you with what you were experiencing at the moment, Tom followed your every move, instead of paying attention to the compliments and questions he received.

''What you're doing for the company is great, Thomas! I'm sure it will grow more every day.'' Peter's hand, one of the investors, stopped on his shoulder, pulling him back.

''Thanks, but I wouldn't be able to do any of this alone.'' He said. ''None of this would be possible without the help of everyone who works at the company. Everyone, without exception.''

''And he's still humble. You really impress me, boy'' Peter laughs, making everyone in the circle laugh too.

''If you'll excuse us, we need to talk for a second.'' Harrison interrupts and pulls Tom aside, leaving the circle of middle-aged men. ''Mate, are you okay? You seem a little distant.''

Tom stares at the ground, trying to keep himself steady. His emotions were running high, and he didn't want to show it, at least not here and now.

''Yeah, I just need to have a glass of water.'' He replied walking towards one of the waiters who was carrying what he needed. ''This conversation has stressed me out. Harrison, I didn't do it all alone. You were part of it too.''

''Tom, I know that. Just accept the compliment, you know that's what they like to do. They're just interested in the money they're going to receive from all of this.'' Harrison says, resting his hand on his friend's shoulder. ''You do not need to worry about me. After all, I didn't lie about who actually stayed up late working on this project. The merit is yours, my friend.''

‘’Thanks, mate” Tom smiled and hugged his friend.

''Let's mingle a little bit more, okay? Then we can return to the arms of our dear wives.'' After Harrison's words, Tom's eyes went looking for you again. And they found you in the same place, laughing and enjoying the night, looking freer than before. ''Speaking of which, why didn't you tell her what was going on?''

''I think I was working too much and didn't want to worry her. She just got promoted and you know how Y/N is like. Always putting the needs of others above her own.’’

''Tom, she is your wife. Not to mention she's the mother of your daughter. She needs to know about things that happen, you can't deal with everything alone.''

''I know that.'' He took a deep breath. ''But this is not the time for that, shall we continue?''

Harrison looked a little disappointed but didn't want to step on any more toes, so he just agreed and they carried on with the night.

...

''I can't believe he did that.'' Sophie said shocked. ''What an asshole.''

''Well, you can believe it.''

''He promotes you and still has the courage to challenge you? Doubting whether you will be able to complete your tasks on time?''

Since you were promoted, your boss has been making comments about your work making you doubt whether it was a good choice or not. Which doesn't make sense because the decision to promote you was his. How can he doubt your abilities now?

''It's been exhausting but I've been trying not to pay too much attention to his sarcastic comments.''

''I bet so, but I'm sure you're doing an excellent job.'' She smiled. ‘’Seriously, you shouldn't care about this asshole’’

''Whoa, who's the asshole?'' You heard Harrison's voice, and turned around to find him and Tom approaching the two of you.

''Y/N's boss is trying to make her work life hell.'' She responded as Harrison hugged her from behind. At that moment you felt jealous of her. ''Hey, want to dance?''

''Hm, one of the bosses embarrassing himself on the dance floor with his lovely wife? Is this something everyone here would like to witness?'' He pretended to think for a while before holding her hand. ''I bet they wouldn't miss this for anything.'' He dragged her to the dance floor, leaving you and Tom standing next to each other laughing.

When the laughter stopped it was strange. They were there, husband and wife embarrassed to be so close. Tom broke the ice and got closer to her, who leaned back on a table. His hands went to her waist while hers went to his chest.

''I would ask you to dance too, but I don't know if everyone here is prepared to watch this disaster.'' The playful tone in his voice made her startle. She feigned shock.

''Are you sure about that? Am I the cause of disaster? Do I need to remind you of our first dance? How many times did you step on my foot that night?'' They laughed together and for the first time in a long time, you felt close to him. Almost complete. He was there, and he was yours. ‘’Tommy...’’

His heart missed a beat when he heard the nickname. Your hands went around his neck, your face slowly approaching his.

‘’Yeah, darling, I’m here.’’

''I really miss you.'' You say placing your head on his chest. ''I'm tired.''

''Do you want to go home?'' He asked, stroking your back.

''Are you sure? It's your party. I can go alone if you want. I'm not that drunk, I'm just really tired.'' Your voice was muffled but he could hear it.

''It doesn't matter, I won't let you go alone. I just need to say goodbye to some people, okay? And talk to Haz.'' He said, making you look at him.

''Okay, I'm going to the bathroom.'' He nodded and let you go. Watching your path before following his.

In the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed how flushed you were. Not knowing if it was caused by the drinking or the closeness you were with your own husband.

You entered one of the stalls just as two women entered the bathroom.

''Did you see them today?" One of them said. ‘’They look so hot.’’

''Yeah, it's a shame they had those two clinging to their arms all night.'' The second voice said, Ava, you recognized it. She was Tom and Harrison's assistant at the company. The person everyone has to deal with directly before they can exchange a word with either of them. Normally, she is the one who decides which issue is extremely important and needs to reach them or not.

''Did you see Y/N tonight? I never imagined she could dress so well''.

''It was definitely just for the show.'' Ava replied and you held your breath in fear that they would realize that there was someone else in the same room as them. ''At least she looks pretty today.''

''And how do you feel about that?'' The girl asked cautiously.

''What do you mean by that, Izzy? Do you think I'm afraid of her?'' Ava mocked. ''You don't even know the half of it.''

''It's his wife.'' The second girl, Izzy, clarified.

''Do you want to know? Tom and I have become very close these last few weeks. Late one night, while we were at the office, he opened up to me. He was very honest saying that their marriage is not going well. Made it seem like he was tired of her or something.'' She said. ''What they did today was just to keep up appearances. I know what he really wants.''

''You mean he wants you?'' Izzy said and you felt your heart stop waiting for the answer.

''It's not that, I mean, we had a moment. This week, he was in the middle of a meeting when his daughter's daycare center called. Something about her fighting with a colleague over a pen, childish stuff, you know? I needed to act and since my name was on the list of people who could pick her up, I went.'' You felt dizzy upon hearing the information. How had Tom not told you this? ''I think he was extremely grateful, we hugged and well, we almost kissed.''

Everything was getting blurry, you couldn't believe he would do something like that.

''It didn't happen, so I don't want to say he wants me, but maybe he wants to get rid of her.'' She finished. ''Anyway, I wouldn't have a relationship with him. A daughter and an ex-wife? It is not for me. But that's it, looking doesn't take away anything.''

They left the bathroom still gossiping, but you couldn't hear anything else. How could he have done this? Not just exposing your relationship to a stranger and almost kissing her but hiding something about your own daughter? Trying to remember a moment that may have been abnormal, you remembered two weeks ago, when Tom called you informing you that he was already at home with Ollie earlier and that you didn't need to pick her up. This was unusual, and never happened unless you agreed beforehand.

Something happened at her school, little Olivie got into trouble and you didn't know about it. You couldn't discipline your own daughter because your husband decided to hide it from you.

After the shock, some things started to make sense and well, your husband almost kissed another woman. There's a lot going on and you're not in a good place to think about it. Your only goal now is to go home.

Leaving the cabin, you looked in the mirror and finally noticed the tears running down your face.

You quickly wiped your face and left the bathroom, encountering who you wanted to avoid. He was there, near the door, talking to the two women who had just exposed the biggest nonsense that Tom Holland could have done in his life. His eyes met yours and he was distracted, confused by your expression, soon the women also noticed that you left the bathroom right behind them.

And they knew what they had done. They said goodbye to Tom without looking back. He walked up to you and cupped your face with his hand.

''Y/N what happened?'' He said worriedly, you grabbed his wrists, removing his hands from your face.

''I'm going home.'' Was the only thing you said before walking past him towards the exit. Without looking at anyone, not even Sophie.

When you finally left the salon, the same boy from earlier was standing in front of the familiar car, waiting for the owner. He spotted Tom, who was behind you and handed him the keys.

He thanked the boy and stopped in front of you.

''Let's go, and we'll talk about what's going on.'' He held your hand only for you to make him let go right away.

''I'm not going with you''

''What? Y/N, get in the car.''

You shook your head and the tears came back. Soon your face was covered and you couldn't control it.

''No. How could you... how could you do this to me?" Your voice was increasing and Tom started looking around frantically.

''Y/N, baby, please. Let's go home.’’ Your hands went to your face, hiding it, embarrassed by this whole situation.

''You're hurting me so much, Tommy.'' Carefully he approached you and hugged you. And you allowed it. Because you are tired, tired of fighting, of holding this relationship alone, of holding a family alone.

Tom managed to guide you to the car and just like on the way there, the return was filled with silence. The only thing that could be heard this time was the sound of your sniffing.

When you arrived home, you were the first to get out of the car without looking back. Tom hadn't even parked properly and you were already outside. Sobriety overshadowed any drink you had this evening. With difficulty you found the keys to the front door inside your bag.

Finally inside the house, you took off your heels, leaving them at the entrance and made your way to the living room. You can hear Tom closing the door and walking right behind you.

''Can you tell me what happened to Ollie at school?'' You turned to him. ''Or are you going to keep hiding this from me?''

And so, Tom understood. He finally understood what had happened. You knew everything.

''She had a fight with a friend. Apparently, he took something from her and she tried to resolve it by pushing the child.'' Tom said as he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up. ''The child was not hurt and the parents understood that it was just a silly disagreement between the children. But the school called me to talk about her behavior.''

''They just called you, or called us both?’’

''Both of us.'' He said knowing where this was going. Your face contorted into an expression of pain.

''Do you know how that makes me feel, Tom? My daughter behaved badly and you omitted me to be responsible for it. She's not just yours, Tom. I need to know these things. What does this teach her? That it's ok if she hides certain things from me, because you did the same? And when she decides to do this with both of us? That hiding things is better?''

''I know I made a mistake, Y/N but I didn't want to burden you. I know the work has been difficult. Hell, you said that to Sophie today.'' He said trying to defend himself. ''I'm sorry for hiding it from you, but I did it thinking about saving you some worry.''

''Thomas, she's my daughter too. I need to know what happens to her. God, Tom, she's 4 years old.'' You try to reason with him, who just sits on the couch. ''I know that's not the whole reason you kept this from me.''

And when he looks up, you find him with eyes full of tears ready to collapse.

''I heard Ava's conversation in the bathroom, that's how I found out. I know she went to pick up Olivie that day. And for the record, I know she's your secretary but I want her off the list of people who can pick up Ollie.'' You say, moving away from him. ''I know what happened next. Between you two.''

Tom quickly stood up in front of you, his eyes begging you to accept whatever he was going to say.

''I don't know what she said, but you need to believe me when I tell you that nothing happened between us. I could never do that to you Y/N, you need to know that.'' And to his surprise you smiled softly. ''From the first moment you came into my life, I knew I would never need anyone again, no matter what.''

''Tom, what happened to us? When and why did we grow so far apart? Isn't this what we wanted, our family?''

''I know I've been distant but Y/N... things really aren't easy. We almost lost... we almost lost the company. Our accounts weren't good, there was a month when I thought we wouldn't be able to pay the employees. Me and Haz were desperate.'' He turned around as if he was embarrassed. ''We almost lost our investors. That's why I had to work twice as hard. So I spent a few nights away from home. In the midst of all this, all I could think about was the two of you. I needed to protect you no matter what.''

Your face softened upon hearing his outburst.

''It's been 10 years since we started this project and look at everything we've built. I had to do something. I know you work and believe me, you are the best at what you do, and your boss is just another asshole in this world who thinks he is better than others, but wouldn't be able to do half as much as you.’’

His face, like yours, was already full of tears.

''I'm sorry, I just couldn't let it all end like this. So, I did everything I could to rebuild what we have.'' He finished, approaching you once again, carefully his hands cupped your face. ''I'm sorry, my intention was never to hurt you. I would never do that.''

Without thinking twice, your lips pressed against his. You hadn’t felt them in a while. Your hands went to his hair while his went to your waist, pulling you as close as possible. As you deepened the kiss, Tom's hands ran down your back. His lips trailed down to your neck and collarbone, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the way.

Your hands found the jacket he still wore, removing it.

''Y/N, I don't want to... are you sure?'' He said with a hitched breath as you left small kisses on his lips. It had been so long since you had truly felt him.

''Yes I'm sure. I miss you so much, Tom, please.'' You said as you stared at him firmly.

He guided you to your room and as always, you let him, trusting him as you always did. And that night, Tom made you feel what you hadn't felt in a while, closeness to him. The care he always had, the affection. Skin on skin, sweat, short and mixed breaths.

...

On Sunday, two nights later, in the morning Tom told Nikki that you would be there for lunch and she could barely contain her happiness at hearing the news. Somehow she managed to notice the difference in her son's tone of voice and knew that things were working out.

Of course, you talked afterwards, for a long time, and agreed that you wouldn't hide anything from each other, especially issues related to Olivie. And you would always be there to listen to each other in any difficulty that may arise. That's what you promised when you exchanged rings and it would remain that way for a long time.

''Mumma, daddy!'' Olivie's excited voice was the first thing you heard when you arrived in the back garden of the Holland family house.

''Hi, baby!'' You said as Tom picked Ollie up. ''Did you have fun with grandma and grandpa?''

''Yeah, we made cookies.'' She said excitedly.

''I hope you left one for me.'' Tom said making the little girl laugh.

''I ate them all.'' She said jokingly. ''Sorry dad.'' Tom opened his mouth pretending to be shocked and you laughed at their mannerism.

This was what you missed, moments of joy and togetherness, happiness and love.

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Hope you liked it!

#tom holland x y/n #tom holland angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x you #ceo!tom #dad!tom holland #tom holland au #mom!reader #tom holland imagines

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Broadway musicals and their source material

Oklahoma! – Green Grow the Lilacs, 1931 play by Lynn Riggs

Carousel – Liliom, 1909 play by Ferenc Molnár

South Pacific – Tales of the South Pacific, 1947 book by James Michener

Guys and Dolls – two short stories by Damon Runyon

The King and I – Anna and the King of Siam, 1944 novel by Margaret Landon

The Pajama Game – 7½ Cents, 1953 novel by Richard Bissell

My Fair Lady – Pygmalion, 1913 play by George Bernard Shaw

The Sound of Music – The Story of the Trapp Family, 1949 memoir of the real-life Maria von Trapp

Camelot – The Once and Future King, 1958 novel by T.H. White; Arthurian legend

How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying – 1952 book of the same name by Shepherd Mead

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum – plays by Ancient Roman writer Plautus

Gypsy – Gypsy: A Memoir, by Gypsy Rose Lee

Oliver! – Oliver Twist, 19th-century novel by Charles Dickens

Hello, Dolly! – The Merchant of Yonkers, 1938 play by Thornton Wilder

She Loves Me – Parfumerie, 1937 play by Miklós László

Fiddler on the Roof – Tevye and His Daughters, 1890s short stories by Sholem Aleichem

Man of La Mancha – Don Quixote, 17th-century novel by Miguel de Cervantes

Mame – Auntie Mame, 1955 novel by Patrick Dennis

Cabaret – I Am a Camera, 1951 play by John Van Druten; Goodbye to Berlin, 1939 book by Christopher Isherwood

Two Gentlemen of Verona – Shakespeare play of the same name

A Little Night Music – “Smiles of a Summer Night,” 1955 film by Ingmar Bergman

The Wiz – The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, 1900 novel by L. Frank Baum

Chicago – 1926 play of the same name by Maurine Dallas Watkins

Annie – “Little Orphan Annie” comic strip

Sweeney Todd – 1973 play of the same name by Christopher Bond; Victorian-era penny dreadfuls

42nd Street – 1932 novel of the same name by Bradford Ropes

Nine – “8½” a film by Federico Fellini

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat – the Biblical story of Joseph

Cats – Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, 1939 poetry collection by T.S. Eliot

La Cage aux Folles – 1973 play of the same name by Jean Poiret

The Mystery of Edwin Drood – novel of the same name by Charles Dickens

Les Misérables – 1862 novel of the same name by Victor Hugo

The Phantom of the Opera – 1910 novel of the same name by Gaston Leroux

Into the Woods – Brothers Grimm and Charles Perrault fairy tale characters

The Secret Garden – 1911 novel of the same name by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Once on This Island – My Love, My Love: Or, The Peasant Girl, 1985 novel by Rosa Guy

Kiss of the Spider Woman – 1976 novel of the same name by Manuel Puig

Passion – Fosca, 1869 novel by Iginio Ugo Tarchetti; 1981 film “Passione d’Amore”

Beauty and the Beast – French fairy tale recorded by Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont

Sunset Boulevard – 1950 film of the same name

Rent – La Bohème, opera by Giacomo Puccini

#posting for freetobegrace #and anyone else in the Broadway fandom who’s tired of arguing about ‘original musicals’#there have been good adaptations and bad adaptations #the simple fact that it IS an adaptation doesn’t mean it will be bad

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summer loving (nine) ⎸t.h

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 1.8k

⌙ warnings: fluff, language, a little bit of smut?? idrk. and he who shall not be named is back

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter eight ⎸ chapter ten ⎸ listen

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to say that the airport was crowded would be an understatement. there were people walking in all directions, trying to get to the baggage claim to see their families. you had somehow found yourself in the middle of the airport in london 3 days before christmas. wasn’t the smartest move on your part, but you missed tom. you didn’t want to wait the couple more months until he’s in the states for filming.

plus, harry had mentioned that all tom was talking about was how much he missed you. so the two of you had planned the surprise visit, and now here you were. in a city you’d never been to before, standing in the middle of the airport, feeling so out of place.

your phone rang from your pocket. you stepped to the side, pulling it out to see harry’s contact pop up. you slid over the answer button before pressing the phone to your ear.

“hello?”

“hey, we’re here,” he said, hearing haz and tuwaine make commotion in the background, “are you outside yet?”

“no, not yet,” you sighed, “it’s packed in here.”

he chuckled, “yeah, something about christmas coming up, maybe? dunno.”

you rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, chuckling softly, “you’re at terminal b, right?”

“yeah, we’re right by the doors. tuwaine almost pushed an old lady out of the way to get this spot, but we managed.”

“she was just standing there like a div!”

you laughed, reading the sign above your head as you made a right down the hallway towards baggage claim, “okay, i’ll see you guys in a few.”

“sounds good.”

you hung up and shoved your phone back in your pocket. you weaved your way through the crowds and after a little bit of pushing, you managed to find the boys. you smiled and sighed out of relief when you hugged harry.

“this is a fucking nightmare, please get me out of here.”

he laughed, “sure thing.”

you loaded your things into the car and hopped in the backseat next to tuwaine who pulled you into his side.

“my favorite girl is here!” you laughed as you hugged him back.

“it’s been so long,” you said, “it’s a bummer the two of you didn’t get a chance to come to the beach house this summer.”

after a little more catching up, the three of you finally pulled up to tom’s house. you unloaded your things from the car as haz went into the house to make sure tom was ready to be surprised. you followed tuwaine and harry into the house, hearing tom’s laugh.

“what the hell is going on?”

“tom just put on the blindfold.”

“i’m not sure i want to.”

“oh, you want to.”

the boys nodded towards you, letting you know you could enter the room. tom was sitting on the couch, blindfold on as he asked a million questions.

he hated surprises.

you smiled as he complained again, “what the hell is going on?”

you stood in front of tom where he was sitting and smiled to harry, nodding at him to tell tom to take the blindfold off.

“alright, you can take the blindfold off, tom.”

he tugged at the material until it was off his head, throwing it beside him. he adjusted his eyes before they landed on you standing in front of him. you watched as his eyes shifted from you to all the guys in the room.

“shut the fuck up. is this real life?”

you laughed, “god, i hope so after that 7 hour flight.”

he sprung up from his seat and hugged you tight. you laughed as he lifted you off the ground, smiling as your arms tightened around his neck. he buried his face into your hair, taking in the smell of your shampoo and perfume.

“you’re really here.”

“i am.”

he placed you back on your feet, smiling as he looked around at his friends and back at you, “you fuckers pulled this off, didn’t you?”

haz and tuwaine threw their hands up in fake surrender, “it was all harry and y/n’s idea.”

he smiled at his brother and back at you, pulling you back into a hug. you giggled, the smell of his cologne filling your nostrils for the first time after 4 months of not being able to see him.

after the reunion, he grabbed your things and led you throughout the house, giving you a little tour so you’d feel more at home during your week long stay. he led you up the stairs, showing you to his room.

“wanna do something later? go out into the town? i’ll take you to my favorite pub, pretty sure there’s a trivia tonight.”

you smiled, nodding as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “sounds perfect.”

he smiled back down at you, your fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck. the feeling of being with him, the feeling of at home, washing over you.

“i missed you.” he said, his voice softer due to the proximity.

“i know.”

he fake scoffed, “no ‘i missed you too’?”

you giggled, leaning up so your lips brushed over his, “i was thinking i could show you just how much i missed you.”

his lips turned into a smirk as he pulled your body closer, leaving no gaps in between.

“yeah?”

you nodded, “mhm.”

he leaned in closer, his lips closing the space as he kissed you sweetly. you kissed him back, his hands falling to your waist as he gripped tightly, walking the two of you over to his bed. his knees hit the edge of the bed and he pulled you on top of him as he sat down on the mattress. your legs straddling his hips as he cupped your cheek into his hand, deepening the kiss.

your hands found the hem of his t-shirt, your fingers dancing along the skin of his abdomen before he pulled away to tug the material over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. you didn’t hesitate to do the same thing, pulling the hoodie over your head. he adjusted his body so he was fully on the bed now, his head resting on the pillows as you climbed on top of him again. he smiled, moving your hair out of your face as you leaned down and peppered his jaw with kisses.

“i love you.”

you smiled down at him, “i love you, too.”

you leaned down to kiss him again, however you were interrupted by the knock at his bedroom door, harry’s voice following af†er.

“we’re leaving for the pub at five!”

you looked down at tom as he looked at his watch, rolling his eyes softly, “okay.”

“what time is it?” you asked, harry’s footsteps fading away as he walked down the hallway, the sound of his door closing echoing off the walls.

he smiled softly at you before switching your positions so now he was on top of you and you were the one with your head on the pillows, “three.”

you smiled softly, hooking your arms around his neck as he leaned back down towards your lips, “better make it quick, holland. i need time to get ready so i can impress all your friends.”

he chuckled softly, “darling, you could show up in sweatpants and a t-shirt and still impress everyone.”

you smiled softly, “damn, i guess that red dress you like so much will just stay in my suitcase.”

his eyes widened softly as you maintained the smile you were sending back up at him, “that’s what i thought.”

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you walked into the pub with the boys, tom’s arm draped loosely around your waist. you watched as tom greeted his friends, smiling as he stepped back to introduce you.

“this is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“oh, so you’re the girl from the summer house? he doesn’t shut up about you.” the one with black, fluffy hair had said as you slid in next to tom in the booth, chuckling as tom playfully smacked the boy’s arm.

“yeah, that would be me.”

“your mom is nikki’s best friend, right?” the blonde girl had asked. you nodded, fiddling with your fingers under the table. tom was quick to notice your nervous fidgeting, placing his hand on yours to reassure you that everything was okay.

pretty soon, the trivia had begun and you helped the table answer the questions. after your fourth time getting something right, they had claimed that they should kick tom out and put you in instead.

and because of your contributions, you helped them win the trivia night for this week. everyone celebrated by going up to the bar and getting drinks, but you and tom hung back at the booth.

you smiled, watching haz talk to the blonde girl from before, “he likes her, doesn’t he?”

tom nodded, putting his beer down on the table, “yeah, has since we were in primary.”

you looked over at the brunette, “what’s stopping him from asking her out?”

he shrugged, “beats me. we’ve all been telling him to do it for years. i think whenever theres a chance, their either in relationships with other people, or there’s just not enough time.”

you nodded, looking back at haz and the blonde girl as she laughed at him, placing her hand on his as he stood with her at the bar, “kinda like us. we were either with other people or we were too scared to tell the other how we actually felt.”

“yeah, but i eventually pulled my head out of my arse.”

you laughed softly, “indeed you did. it was about time.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, “yeah, yeah, whatever.”

you both laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. you loved everything about this moment, loved everything about london and the atmosphere. you felt like you were at home even though it was a city you weren’t too familiar with.

you felt at home because tom was here.

your thought process was interrupted when your phone started ringing on the table, kat’s contact picture lighting up your phone. you grabbed your phone and answered.

“hello?”

“did you see it?” she asked, her voice frantic.

your eyebrows pulled together, “see what?”

“you seriously haven’t seen it?”

you sat up now, noticing kat’s serious tone, “see what, kat?”

she sighed, the echo of her nails tapping on her phone screen filling your ears. you felt your phone buzz in your hand, pulling it away and clicking on the messages notification from her. you clicked on the screenshot, your eyes widening quickly.

“kat, what the fuck is this?”

shawnmendes added to their instagram story.

you were staring blankly at the screenshot. a picture of you on the beach with a smile on your face, a picture you knew shawn had taken during one of your beach dates.

missing summer with you! <3 @/y/ny/l/n

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