#tom and haz
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pool party and frat!richkid tom with ”They’re hitting on you.”
You got it babe! Sorry it took me so long, I just needed a little week off but I am back not and more and more fics are incoming. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you thought, love you xxx
First Mate
67 - “They’re hitting on you.”
Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader
Warnings: Jealousy
Summary: Tom throws a party with special plans for you and him, unfortunately someone else also has their eye on you
Regular Masterlist
Summer of Love Prompts
Summer of Love Masterlist
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One of the first things you’d learned about Tom was that he really excelled with coming up with stupid party themes. It would have been a totally useless talent if he didn’t live in a frat, where stupid parties happened every other night. His latest idea was a nautical themed party which he called his ‘Get Nauti’ party, you found it all incredibly cheesy. Nevertheless you agreed to be the first mate of the party, even though you weren’t really sure what that meant. It was just that when Tom looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes you found it nearly impossible to say no.
“(y/n)!” Tom ran out front as soon as he saw your car arrive, he was wearing only a pair of short, teal swim trunks, and a captain’s hat. He looked good, really good, it was always a good day when you got to see Tom parade around shirtless, “There’s my first mate.”
You smiled back at him, “Hi Tom.”
“This is for you,” he placed another matching captain’s hat on your head and looked you up and down. You’d picked up a new bikini for the occasion, white with small blue flowers covering it. You’d felt great when you put it on at the store but his gaze made you nervous and squirmy, “You look great.”
“Thanks,” you adjusted the hat, making sure it was secure on your head, “So what are my duties as first mate?”
“There’s just one actually, you’ve got to help me win the flip cup tournament,” he smiled hopefully at you.
You groaned, “I’ve got to drive home tonight Tom, I can’t get wasted.”
‘You can stay with me,” he grabbed both of your hands, “Please? Haz and I need you, you’re the best flip cup player I know.”
You hummed, pretending to really weigh your options, “Fine, but only because you appealed to my ego.”
He grinned ear to ear, “Thank you darling, I owe you.”
“Yeah you do,” you agreed, “I’m gonna have to steal some clothes for bed though, I didn’t bring anything else.”
“Not even a sweater?” he clicked his tongue and tossed his arm over your shoulders as he walked you inside, “How irresponsible of you.”
“School years over Tom, I don’t have to be responsible again until the fall.”
“Really? Planning on having a totally wild summer love?”
“Yeah, totally,” you laughed, “And guess who has to babysit?”
“Well unfortunately I’m also planning on having a really wild summer so I guess Haz will have to babysit us both,” he waved to Harrison and some other boys as you stepped into the living room, “You got the tournament all set up Haz?”
Harrison nodded, “Yeah, everything’s good to go.”
“Wonderful,” Tom beamed, “Hope you’re both ready to win.”
“It’s about having fun Tom,” Harrison teased, “Let’s not get too competitive.”
“Only losers complain about things being too competitive,” Tom bit back, “You’re with me right darling?”
You nodded, “Always.”
“That’s my girl,” he smiled proudly.
The frat began to fill up quickly, everytime you glanced towards the door more and more people were piling inside. Soon the place was packed and the entire block was lined with cars. Music was pounding and every table, counter, and window sill was lined with beer cans and plastic cups. Tom kept you close to him like always, and Harrison ended up introducing you to some friends he’d invited from work. They were nice enough, but of course Tom was the only one holding your attention.
“Shit,” Tom glanced down at his phone, “Tournaments supposed to start in just a few, I’ve got to slip away for just a moment but I’ll be back alright?”
You nodded, “Yeah, no problem.”
You watched as he grabbed Harrison and they slipped away into the crowd, leaving you alone with Harrison’s friends. You stood awkwardly for a moment, your eyes darting down to the cup of water in your hand. That was when one of the boys, you were pretty sure his name was Hunter, decided to start talking to you.
“So are you and Tom, like, together?” he asked.
“Oh, uh, no,” you flushed, “We’re just friends.”
“Cool,” he nodded, “So you’re single then?” he raised a brow hopefully.
You were tempted to tell him no, because you weren’t interested in getting hit on by him in the least, but you ended up nodding, “Yeah.”
“Cool, me too,” he grinned at you, “I like your hat by the way.”
“Thanks, Tom got it for me,” you pursed your lips, “Hunter right?”
He nodded, “Yeah, and you’re (y/n).”
Hunter was cute enough, a muscular boy with short blond hair and a cocky smile, but he wasn’t nearly as cute as Tom, and you could already tell he wasn’t as charming either.
“That’s me,” you took a long drink of your water, “I should probably go meet up with the boys actually, we’re all on a team together.”
“Too bad, I totally would have had you on my team,” his eyes wandered up and down your body, “Hopefully we’ll end up playing each other.”
“Yeah, hopefully,” you agreed before spinning on your heels.
You scanned the party in search of Tom, Harrison, or any of your other friends. You spotted Harrison just outside of the back door and began pacing towards him. Outside people were gathering around a large folding table where the flip cup tournament would take place, and Tom was attempting to get the first two teams ready to play.
“I can’t believe he set up a whole tournament for this,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you joined Harrison by the backdoor.
“I think he just did it because he wants to have bragging rights all summer,” Harrison chuckled and glanced down at you, “Couldn’t stay away huh?”
“Actually one of your friend’s started hitting on me,” you explained.
“I see,” he smirked, “Which one?”
“Hunter.”
“Ah, yeah you’re definitely his type,” he glanced back towards Tom, “But I guess he’s not really yours is he?”
You shook your head, “Definitely not.”
Harrison bit his cheek and smiled knowingly to himself, “He’s got us up next, you ready?”
“Come on Haz, you know I’m never the one dragging us down.”
“Tom hasn’t drank anything today, he should be good to go,” Harrison chuckled, waving to Tom as he blew a whistle for the two teams to start.
Harrison’s work friends came to join you both outside as the boys at the table began pounding back their beers. Hunter moved next to you, standing a way too close for someone who just met you.
“They’re not half bad,” he commented as the second players picked up their cups, “Not as good as though.”
“I wouldn’t plan on getting too far tonight,” Harrison smirked, “We’ve got a pretty unbeatable team lined up, right (y/n)?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, too busy watching Tom to really pay attention to what they were talking about, “Totally.”
Tom was having fun playing referee, but his eyes kept darting back to you and Harrison. He watched as Harrison’s friends gathered around you two and Hunter leaned in towards you. He was way too close for Tom’s liking, so Tom ran back to your little group and cut between you two, setting a hand on your back as he spoke.
“Hope you two are ready, we’re about to be up,” he smiled at you and Harrison.
You grinned, “I think you should be asking yourself that Tommy.”
“Don’t worry about me darling, I’ll be just fine,” he assured you, “Hunter you should take notes, maybe you’ll actually be able to win a round.”
“A round? I’m planning on taking the whole thing,” he smiled cockily.
“Oh I’m sure you’ll give it your best try,” Tom ran the back of his fingers up your spine before his hand left you. One of the teams playing flipped their final cup and began yelling excitedly, Tom was quick to usher you away, “Come on, come on, let’s go.”
“Calm down Tom,” you laughed, “It’s been like five seconds since they won.”
“Yes well I’m very eager,” he pinched your side playfully as you approached the table, “Now get your game face on darling, they need to know how serious we are about this.”
Tom, Harrison, and you all lined up on one side of the table with you in the middle of the two boys.. Things were tense, you were up against one of Tom’s frat brothers and a set of twins from a local sorority. Each of you set your cup on the edge of the table and filled it with your drink of choice. The entire time you were setting up Tom was watching Hunter watch you, Hunter’s eyes hadn’t left you for even a second, and it was starting to get under Tom’s skin.
“Tom,” you nudged his side when you noticed him staring off at the crowd, “You good?”
Everyone was ready to go, just waiting for Tom to blow the whistle and start the game. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he cleared his throat before speaking.
“Yeah, sorry,” he blew the whistle around his neck and yelled, “Go!”
Harrison was up first, he downed his drink and managed to flip his cup in two tries, giving you a decent advantage. You matched his speed, downing your drink and flipping your cup on your second try. Tom was faster than chugging than both of you, but he always fell apart when it came to actually flipping the cup. You bit your lip nervously as he began, watching him flip the cup three times before he came close, finally he got it on his fifth try, just a second before the girl across from him landed hers.
“Yay!” you cheered, holding your hand up to high five both of the boys, “I’ve never seen you get it that fast Tom.”
“I’ve been practicing,” he winked and snatched both of your cups off the table and glanced over your shoulder. Hunter was still watching you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk back over there so he could hit on you, “You want to help me referee the next round?”
You shook your head, “That’s alright, you have your fun Tom, I’m happy to wait on the sidelines.”
“Ah, come on love, I’ll let you blow the whistle,” he tried to tempt you, dangling the whistle in front of your face.
“Ew, it’s got your mouth germs all over it,” you laughed and pushed it away.
“Oh what? So now you don’t like my mouth germs?” he grinned.
You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m gonna go wait with Haz alright?”
“Alright,” he pursed his lips, watching you return to the crowd with Harrison.
Hunter was on you in a second, congratulating you on your win and cracking shitty jokes. Tom was happy to see that none of his poor attempts to make you laugh seemed to be working, but he still didn’t like watching you two together. He had plans for how the night was going to go. You would win the tournament together and then Tom would kiss you, prompting a long and loving relationship between the two of you that would eventually develop into a marriage with three, maybe four kids, and a few dogs. Hunter didn’t have a place in Tom’s big life plans, and he certainly wasn’t about to make room for him either.
“You want another drink sweetheart?” Hunter peaked down at your empty cup, again standing too close to you.
You fought your urge to roll your eyes at the pet name and shook your head, “I’m good, I don’t want to get too drunk before the tournament ends.”
“Ah, strategizing,” he nodded, “Good plan, unfortunately I don’t have that kind of self control,” he raised his glass towards you.
“Is that something for you to brag about?” you chuckled.
“I think that was more of a confession than a brag,” he bit his cheek, “I don’t think anyone brags about a lack of self control.”
Tom watched as you started to laugh with Hunter, a real, genuine, heartfelt laugh. That was the last straw for him. He clenched his hands at his side and cleared his throat before he went stomping towards you.
“Hey, Hunter, you and your friends are up next alright?” Tom slapped a hand on his back much harder than he needed to, “You should probably start getting ready.”
“Uh, yeah, totally,” he agreed, “We’ll get up there.”
“Good call,” he waved to him as he walked away and stepped in to fill the spot at your side, “Harrison do you mind reffing this round?” he pulled the whistle from his neck and passed it over to Harrison.
“Sure,” Harrison took the whistle from him with a smirk.
You frowned, “Really? You seemed like you were having fun.”
“I was, but I’d rather hang out with you,” he shrugged, watching as Harrison started blowing the whistle and giving orders, “Having fun with the boys huh?”
You shrugged, “Sure, they’re fine.”
“They’re hitting on you,” he blurted out, his cheeks flushing pink as he waited for you to say something, you just seemed confused so he continued, “Well not all of them, but Hunter is.”
“I know, I’m not totally oblivious Tom,” you stated plainly, giving no indication as to whether you enjoyed the boys flirting or not.
“Well are you into it or..?” he pressed.
You locked eyes with him, he was smiling but he seemed annoyed. It almost seemed like jealousy, but it was hard to tell because you’d never seen Tom jealous before. If he was jealous though, it’d mean he felt the same way as you did. The thought made you feel giddy and hopeful, so you decided to play a little coy to see if you could confirm your suspicions.
“Do you two have beef or something?” you cocked your head innocently.
“What? No, of course not,” he rolled his eyes, making it extremely obvious that there was something more there, “Just, you know, might be a little awkward when he finds out you’re going to be sleeping in my bed tonight.”
You laughed, “Well I wasn’t planning on going home with him or anything, but if I was, I probably wouldn’t tell him that.”
“Well if you were planning on seeing him at all he probably wouldn’t like how close we are just in general,” Tom hummed.
You two both fell silent, but the look in his eyes made you feel like he was interrogating you. Your gut told you it was jealousy, but part of you thought that was just wishful thinking on your part, that you were just seeing what you wanted to see.
“Are you?” Tom questioned after you didn’t respond, lifting his brows while he waited for your response.
“Am I what?” you frowned.
“Planning on sleeping with him?” he continued.
“No, I just told you I wasn’t.”
“Good,” he nodded and crossed his arms and turned back to the game.
You knit your brows and dragged your eyes away from him. Hunter’s team blew the other out of the water, having all three cups flipped before they even finished their second. The three boys jumped and cheered and began high fiving one another before returning to the sidelines. As soon as Hunter approached you Tom’s arm slipped around your waist and drew you closer to him.
“Told you we were pretty good right?” Hunter grinned as he approached you.
“That was pretty good,” you nodded in agreement.
Tom wore a tight lipped smile, his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him, “It was decent.”
Again it seemed like Tom was jealous, but you wanted to be sure that it was really jealousy and not just him being protective or something. So you decided to play it up, just a little bit, hoping he would do or say something that would confirm your suspicions.
“Hey Hunter, I think I’ll take you up on that drink now,” you smiled up at him and pulled Tom’s hand off of your waist.
Tom’s eyes widened just a tad while Hunter’s lit up excitedly, “Cool, let’s go grab a drink then.”
“Come on,” you nodded for him to follow you inside.
You tried to watch Tom watch you but it was hard to keep your eyes on him with Hunter hovering so close to you. You made sure to giggle extra hard at everything he said and set your hand on his arm while he walked you back outside. You spotted Tom right away, he was watching the door, obviously waiting for you to return. He tensed when he spotted your hand on his arm, his eyes narrowed to a glare as you two approached him. He reached out for you as soon as you were near him, setting his arm over your shoulders and drawing you in close.
“How’s your drink?” he hummed.
“Fine,” you swirled your cup and took a small sip, “Did you know Hunter’s on the water polo team?”
“Wow water polo? Really? How fascinating,” he stated plainly.
You were sure he was jealous now, he had to be, there was no other reason he’d be acting so rude to one of Harrison’s friends.
“Tom I need you to take over man,” Harrison came jogging to you, shoving the whistle back into Tom’s hands, “I need a bathroom break before we’re up again.”
Tom’s cheeks tinted pink and he nodded, “Come up with me darling, everyone likes having a pretty judge,” he pulled you away with him before you had a chance to answer, promptly ending your time with Hunter.
You were smiling as he dragged you back over to the table where the game was being plaid. On the table there was a small clipboard with a list of the different teams and rounds that were supposed to be played that night. Tom plucked it off the table as people began lining up for the next round. He started scribbling away on the board, blowing the whistle without even glancing upwards. You frowned and tried to peek at what he was doing.
“Why are you changing things now?” you questioned.
“Well I just thought you might like to play against Hunter’s team next round,” he smiled bitterly at you, “Since you two are just best pals now.”
You frowned, “Best pals? I just grabbed a drink with him.”
“And you said you weren’t planning on sleeping with him,” he scoffed.
“I’m not,” it was hard not for you to smile or laugh, “I’m planning on sleeping in your bed remember?”
He locked eyes with you for a moment, “Good, you can tell him when we play each other, we’re heading up next.”
“Next?” you raised a brow.
He nodded, “Yeah, I’m really eager to go again,” he set the clipboard down and turned his attention to the people playing, “Come on Josh! I know you can drink faster than that!”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms before you started to cheer for some of the boys with him. It wasn’t like you were trying to piss him off or something, just figure out if he was jealous or not. A wave of guilt hit you and you began to worry that you might have seriously upset him.
“Tom,” you grabbed his arm, “When Harrison gets back I need to talk to you for a second, privately.”
He hummed and shook his head, “No can do love, we’re playing next round.”
“Tom come on, just leave the roster how it is,” you attempted to take the clipboard from his hands but he wouldn’t budge, “People are gonna get mad if you start changing it now.”
“Too bad, my party, my rules,” he smiled smugly at you
“Throwing the party doesn’t give you an excuse to be a dick,” you bit back.
“Oh yeah, I’m being such an asshole,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m not the one who’s been flirting with some douche all night.”
“So?” you knew you should probably drop it there but you didn’t, you wanted to hear him say it out loud, “What’s wrong with a little harmless flirting?”
His eyes narrowed to a glare, “You already know what.”
“No I-”
“Great job guys!” Tom cut you off and clapped Josh on the back as his team one, “Amazing really. Okay next up it’s gonna be me, Haz, and (y/n), against Phil, Travis, and,” he cleared his throat, “Hunter.”
Harrison frowned at him from the sidelines, “Uh, I thought there were still a couple groups ahead of us.”
“Well you know, things change Haz, we’re up now,” he gave a tight lipped smile, “Come on boys, we don’t have all night.”
Everyone that was gathered to watch the game seemed confused, and your face flushed with embarrassment as you stepped up to the side of the table. You were in the middle of Tom and Harrison again, with Hunter standing right across from you. He winked at you as he topped off his cup.
“Hope you aren’t too crushed when we beat you sweetheart,” he purred.
“Shove off Hunter,” Tom scoffed, “Everybody ready?”
“No, everyone’s still filling their cups Tom, calm down,” Harrison looked him over and raised a brow in concern, “You alright mate?”
“Yes, I just want to win,” he huffed.
“Right…” Harrison glanced at you and then back to Tom, “You just seem a little tense.”
“I’m good,” he replied dryly.
“We’re all good over here,” Hunter spoke up again once his teammates had both topped off their cups, “So we’re ready whenever you guys are.”
“Great. Haz are you ready?”
Harrison nodded, “Sure.”
Tom blew the whistle without another word, and watched silently as Harrison chugged his glass. He drank faster than the boy across from him, but took three tries to flip his cup, so you were only a second ahead when you lifted the glass to your mouth. You chugged as fast as you could and managed to flip your cup on your first try. Tom was able to start far before their final teammate, and while he chugged fast, you could tell right away he was going to slip up when it came to actually flipping his cup. He always did when he got too competitive or drunk, he’d tense up and end up flipping the cup way too hard. Normally it was funny, but he seemed genuinely angry now, and you felt awful. You watched as he flipped his cup again and again, he wasn’t even close by the time the boy across from him finished chugging his glass, losing any advantage you had.
They ended up beating you, right away they started to cheer and tease. Harrison high fived them all but Tom didn’t. Normally he was a good sport, but tonight he had no interest. He just passed the whistle over to Josh and declared him the new referee before disappearing inside the house.
“Tommy…” you sighed as you watched him leave, debating whether you should go after him. Of course you wanted to, but you were worried he wouldn’t want you around if he was upset with you.
“You did great,” Hunter complimented, “Too bad Tom blew your lead, but good for me so…”
You rolled your eyes and shoved right past him to go find Tom. He was retreating up the stairs when you entered the house, undoubtedly heading for his bedroom. You followed after, pushing through the crowd as quickly as you could.
“Tom?” you rapped gently at his door, “Can I come in?”
For a second it was quiet, then he swung the door open, “Look I’m not feeling great (y/n), I’m just gonna call it a night okay?”
“Tom please don’t, you were super excited about this party, you shouldn’t miss it,” you tried tugging him out of his room, “Come on, I’ll go home if you don’t want to see me.”
He furrowed his brows, “I don’t want you to go home I-” he stopped himself mid sentence and cocked his head, “I’m not upset with you (y/n).”
You blushed again, “It’s okay if you are Tom.”
“I’m not, of course I’m not,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Tonight’s just not going how I thought it would.”
“Well, do you want to talk about it?” you tried stepping closer, but he didn’t open the door for you.
He stared at you for a minute, his mouth hanging open before he finally nodded, “Yeah, kind of. I’m sorry I snapped at you back there, you’re a grown woman, you can flirt with whoever you want, I just…” he trailed off and sighed, “I just get protective.”
“Just protective?” you pushed, “It kind of seemed like maybe that wasn’t all you were feeling…”
He let out another deep sigh, his eyes darting away from you as he spoke, “I mean what do you want me to say here (y/n)? I think I made it kind of obvious.”
You were both quiet for a moment. He had nothing to be jealous about, and you wanted to tell him that, but actually spitting out was harder than you thought it would be.
“Maybe we could just sit down for a minute?” you suggested softly.
He nodded and opened his door the rest of the way so you could follow him inside. Sitting on his night stand he had two water bottles and a couple of snacks.
“I wanted to be ready in case we both got hammered,” he explained as he sat on the edge of his bed, “So I brought some stuff up here earlier.”
“That’s really sweet,” you smiled as you sat beside him, “Tom I’m really sorry.”
“I don’t want you to be sorry (y/n),” he groaned, “You’re my best friend, I just want you to be happy okay?”
“I know, but I shouldn’t have done that…” you bit your cheek, “I shouldn’t have flirted with him, I didn’t realize it would make you so upset. I was just trying to figure out if you were, you know, jealous.”
“I was very jealous,” he popped his knuckles nervously, “I had this whole plan for tonight. I wanted to have that stupid tournament so we could win and then I could kiss you and it’d be this whole big thing,” he chuckled, “It sounds sort of stupid when I say it out loud, I was just trying to be romantic.”
“That’s really cute Tom, I would have liked that a lot,” you fiddled with your hands nervously, “I hope you know that I’m not into him, like, at all. I was just trying to figure out if you were jealous or not so I would know if you felt the same way as I do.”
“(y/n) I am totally crazy about you,” he slipped a hand over yours.
“I’m crazy about you too,” you squeezed his hand and your eyes darted to his lips, you wanted to kiss him but you weren’t sure if you should, “So what now?”
His tongue darted out over his lips while he stared down at yours. Without another word he set his hand on your cheek and leaned in towards you. He pressed his lips to yours gingerly, they were soft and he was gentle. He tasted like cheap beer, something that would have disgusted you if he were anyone else, but you were so happy just to be kissing him you didn’t care.
Finally you separated, Tom hovered close though, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours, “I want you to be my girlfriend, you know, if that’s cool with you.”
“That depends,” you bit your lips, “Is there gonna be more kissing involved?”
He nodded and gave you another quick peck, “Loads.”
“Well in that case, I’m in,” you wrapped your arms around his neck to draw him even closer, “You wanna go be the annoying couple that makes out in the middle of the party?”
He hummed, “As fun as that sounds, I think I’d rather spend the rest of the night up here, just you and me.”
“That sounds nice. We could throw on a movie, snuggle a little,” you agreed, “I still wanna steal some of your clothes though, it gets chilly up here.”
“Sounds perfect,” he pecked your lips again with a smile, “I’ll grab you a sweater, but keep the hat on, I think it’s sexy.”
You laughed as he rose from the bed, “Alright, whatever floats your boat captain.”
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new era starts now.
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Unemployed and Uneducated
Summary: Peter is desperate for a job after months of living on his own
Warnings: none really, just a few mentions of loneliness and a lost relative
“Peter Parker?” A woman from the unemployment office calls into an overall dejected lobby. Peter looks up from holding his head in his hands as his knee bounces anxiously.
The same few thoughts flood his brain:
* I’m pathetic
* I can’t do this much longer
* I can’t do anything
* I need help
- Who the hell could I ask?
- I’m fucking alone!
- I couldn’t save May, who else can’t I save?
* I am so fucked in the head
- Lost everyone
1. First my parents
2. Ben
3. Tony
4. May
5. Everyone else, including my best friend, my doppelgängers, and of course, the love of my life
Man this shit is gonna give me a complex
* I am so depressed
- I should get medication
- I can’t afford medication
- That’s why I’m at a fucking unemployment agency
* And I’m back to being pathetic
“Here,” Peter pushes away all of those invasive thoughts for the next fifteen minutes in that woman’s office. She types his name into her computer and pushes her glasses up, as if that will change the astonishing lack of… anything.
Peter sits there, awkwardly, eyes darting around the room as if he has no clue about what she’s seeing— not seeing on that screen.
“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think we’ll just have to “build your resume on print.” The red haired middle aged—Gina, Peter reads the name on the plaque on her desk— grabs a pen and some paper.
“So where did you graduate?”
“Oh, I uh… I had to, uh… dropout…?”
Gina nods and writes something down on the paper. She kinda reminds Peter of a glorified guidance counselor… but maybe a little meaner. “Look Peter, I’m not gonna lie to you, this isn’t looking good for you. Without a GED and a diploma shits gonna get real difficult. I seriously recommend you getting that GED. I can’t give you some entry level jobs to start until you get that degree.”
Now it’s Peter’s turn to nod.
“So tell me about what you like to do.”
‘Apparently, I like to self sabotage a lot.’ He filters himself so he doesn’t projectile word-vomit all over this stranger’s office.
“I wanted to be an engineer. I had my sights set on MIT before I had to drop out.”
———
Trying to think of a time before a traumatic event is extremely difficult. A victim of rape can be triggered by something that once was innocent, like a lemonade stand; a son who used to be pushed by his father on the football field might not be able to play football ever again after they stop talking to their father; a victim of domestic violence might not be able to respond to sudden movements from their partners the same way. And for all of those people, looking back on their memories before the abuse might be difficult to do with a totally unbiased opinion.
Something’s you never forget, like the way Aunt May felt in Peter’s arms just before she died. Or the words she spoke in those final moments, the same words his uncle Ben said when he died.
‘Nothing will ever be the same.’
Peter can’t afford flowers for May’s grave, but he still visits her grave three times a week on average, no less than two in that span.
And that’s where he is right now. Sitting across from her grave stone with his journal between the hedge and him.
“So I’m still looking for a job, and I haven’t really had time to make friends, but it’ll get better soon…” as soon as he feels a tear fall down his right cheek, he sniffles, blinks. And uses his sleeve to wipe it all away.
“Good God, May. Why didn’t you tell me it’d be so hard to make it on my own?” He chuckled somberly, the same way anyone would when they were trying to hide their emotions.
“I don’t want to keep going.” He cries. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You can.” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice says from behind him. “She’d want you to.”
It’s Happy.
Peter closes the journal and stands up as fast as possible for him.
“Sorry,” Happy starts, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”
Peter hides his face and can’t even bring himself to self to glance at Happy even by accident, “No no, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I should probably leave anyways.” He starts to step away but Happy takes hold of his jacket sleeve.
“Wait, let me take you to get something to eat,” He smiles, “please. My treat.
Tom takes a moment to consider the offer. The most surprising thing about his moment of hesitation is the fact that he thought about saying no.
“Why would you want to take a stranger out to eat?” He asks.
“I don’t know. You just remind me of someone that I can’t quite place.”
Peter smiles with a glint of hope in his eyes.
— — —
“So,” Happy starts as Peter munches on his cheeseburger, “what’s a young kid like you doing visiting someone’s grave instead of going to school?”
Peter puts down the burger, “I had to drop out actually.” Happy leans back on the booth bench.
“It’s not drugs or anything,” Peter reassures the older man, “I just don’t have the money for anything and I need to earn money for rent.”
“So was May helping you with that before she died?” Happy asks.
Peter debates being forthcoming about his past, but decides against it because he doesn’t have the strength anymore. He lost that at the Statue of Liberty.
“Yeah. My parents died and she always managed to find someway to help me.” Peter smiled.
“I was her boyfriend,” Happy begins, “she never mentioned you. Peter, are you hiding something?” Peter gets a l little nervous.
“I went to the soup kitchen after school. She helped so many that she probably had no idea the effect she had on me.” He covers his ass.
Happy is still suspicious but doesn’t push. “Well, Peter, you seem like a good kid. I’m sure everything will work out eventually.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.”
“So where’s the first place on your list?” He asks.
“What?”
“You said you’re looking for a job, tell me where you’re looking and I can give you a ride.”
“Stormy’s Autobody.”
#tom holland smut#peter parker angst#spiderman no way home#spiderman nwh#spiderman x black cat#spiderman#tasm spiderman#black cat#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland#peter parker#harrison osterfield#haz osterfield
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Speaking of Haz.... I just have to bring back this little number lol 🤭
Tom and Haz.... 😄🥰
They were such babies back then! 😆
My how time flies........
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i need some moots so here are tags of fandoms I am in and things I obsess over <3
hey people ✨🫶🌷
#taylor swift#swifties#olivia rodrigo#the eras tour#the tortured poets department#gracie abrams#modern family#parks and rec#little mix#little women#sabrina carpenter#young sheldon#the big bang theory#barbie#guts#margot robbie#Tom Holland#zendaya#Spider-Man#harrison osterfield#Haz Osterfield#sarah hyland#Niall Horan#harry styles#one direction
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whatever you do, don’t think about coming home to find your boyfriend, Tom Grant, fast asleep while cuddled up in bed with The Lads (the collective nickname he has for his english bulldog, Haz, and his orange tabby, Jago). don’t think about how he’d have a little, four-legged lad on each side of him, snuggled up against him, sleeping just as soundly as he would be. don’t think about how the only sound that could be heard in the room would be the slight creaking of old wooden floors as you approach the sleeping trio, tom’s very soft snoring, and Haz’s very not soft (incredibly loud) snoring (don’t judge him, he’s brachycephalic, it’s not his fault). please, i’m begging you, don’t think about any of it… and definitely don’t tell me what you’d do if you did come home one night to find exactly that…
#me personally… i’d quietly snap a pic first#then i’d change into my jammies#then i’d try to squeeze in between Haz and Tom (not Jago and Tom because Jago will fight you if you try to move him)#i’d snuggle up to my man and his pooch#and then i’d go to sleep#older!tom grant#older!tom#tom grant#tom grant x reader#the lads <3
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Requests
Hey everyone!
now that I have lots of free time I thought I would start writing! But I’m a bit stuck i was thinking of writing a haz osterfield story with multiple parts but I have no ideas so I would love if you could help me with ideas on what the story should be about. Also feel free to request some one shots for Tom Holland of Harrison osterfield and I will try to do them but right now I want to fous on my has story when I get some ideas.
thanks so much can’t wait to see your ideas and get started
#tom holland#tom holland imagine#tom holland fic#tom holland x reader#tom holland x reader smut#tom holland x sister!reader#tom holland x you#request#story#x reader#marvel#the irregulars#harrison osterfield#haz osterfield#hazel eyes#haz osterfield x reader#harry holland#sam holland#paddy holland#holland sister#arvin russel fanfic
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OMG THE TOM/HAZ PHOTOS 😍😍😍
Also Did I tell you I changed my user? Idk I forgot lmao, I thought I told you on Instagram???
yesss yessss Jessssssss!!! I remember ahaha you didn't tell what it was but you told that you changed it lakjflaskjlf
Honestly I was too busy drooling at the Tom/Lando pictures akjhslkhdlakdlkas ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh them <333333333333 and the flag waving video 😭😭😭😭 HE'S SO ADROABLE FOR THATTTTTTTTT
LIKE
LOOK AT THAT FACEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Not to mention he did the wave so well 🥺🥺🥺 best celeb flag wave no cap <3<3
#jess <3#f1#KASLJDLAJDLKJLKASJL#SORRY WAS TOO BUSY LOOKING AT TOM T-T#I saw like one picture of Haz though#he looked pretty cute in that <3#tom holland
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Wipeout
Status: Completed
Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: Hooking up with Tom seemed like a great idea, he was a pretty boy, a carefree surfer, one of your best friends. You knew he’d never want anything more than sex and that was perfect for you. It was the perfect arrangement, until it wasn’t. Now you two are struggling to save your friendship while you navigate your new and confusing emotions.
Warnings: Smut, angst
Taglist
Regular Masterlist
❀ ゜.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．゜❀
Chapter 1 - Surge
Chapter 2 - Smooth Water
Chapter 3 - Undertow
Chapter 4 - Whitewater
Chapter 5 - Getting Barreled
Chapter 6 - Clean Waves
Chapter 7 - Lull
Chapter 8 - Rogue Wave
Chapter 9 - The Drawdown
Chapter 10 - Tsunami
Chapter 11 - No Blood Left in the Water
Epilogue - The Crest
❀ ゜.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．゜❀
#tom holland#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland x reader#tom holland imagine#tom x reader#tom and harrison#tom holland x reader fluff#tom holland x reader angst#tom holland x reader smut#tom holland smut#tom holland angst#tom holland x y/n#tom holland x you#surfer au#surfer!tom#tom and haz#tom holland blurb#tom holland x fem#peter parker#peter parker fanfiction#spiderman#spiderman x reader#spiderman fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#tom holland au#peter parker x reader#peter parker x reader smut#peter parker smut#peter x you#peter parker spiderman
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please send me requests!!
i write for:
tom holland
mcu peter parker
harrison osterfield
harry holland
sam holland
lots of love, chris 💝
#harrison osterfield#haz osterfield#tom holland#harry holland#sam holland#peter parker x stark!daughter#peter parker x stark!reader#tom holland fluff#tom holland smut#peter parker x reader#peter parker fluff#peter parker smut#harry holland fluff#harry holland smut#harrison osterfield smut#harrison osterfield fluff
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BACK AT WRITING | thollandsdarling
BACK AT WRITING event | thollandsdarling
hello everyone, my sweet and kind mutuals and more.
As you all could see those last months, i was kinda on MIA. I want you to know that i'm feeling very sad to not being able to post something. I struggle to finish my writing projects. As I have difficulty writing about my current wip, and I really want to write, I gave myself a little challenge. I suggest you to send me few things you want me to write, to get myself on trails again.
RULES
ꕤ Request starts on the 22nd of September and will end on 30th of September.
ꕤ I write only for these characters :
Tom Holland (all characters included, except: Nico from Cherry and the new one from TCR) Harry Holland, Sam Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson.
ꕤ All writings will contain at least 500 words but will not exceed 1.5K or 2K. (remember that it is a challenge to get back to writing)
ꕤ I am permitted to refuse to write an application if I feel that it is not respectful or if the application is too intense for me.
ꕤ All smut requests must concern an adult character. Ex: Peter Parker will always be aged up.
I love you all ! Hope you will enjoy it. I missed you all. Send request and Enjoy ! - Mag
#tom holland#tshwritersnet#tom holland x reader#harry holland#harry holland x reader#sam holland#sam holland x reader#harrison osterfield#harrison osterfield x reader#haz osterfield#tom holland fic#peter parker#peter parker x reader#arvin russel#arvin russel x reader#nathan drake#nathan drake x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#tom holland fics
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Harrison Osterfield Navigation
NAVIGATION TOOLS:
FLUFF: ~
ANGST: *
Virtual Pining: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU ~
Description: Social Media AU in which Harrison and Reader (Hailee Steinfield faceclaim) are friends who are mutually pining for one another and their friends can tell but they won’t admit it and just say it’s playful flirting. Until…
Warnings: minor cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking.
Haters: Harrison x Reader SMAUs ~*
Description: Social Media AU in which Reader is Haz’s gf but haters make a few mean comments to her online and Haz and the boys jump to her defense.
Warnings: mentions of hate comments/bullying, lowered confidence, cursing, crying, the rest is fluff though!
Period Simulator Preference (Harrison is #4/Last) ~
Description: 817 wc, Harrison notices his girlfriend y/n has been struggling with her period and wants to understand what she is dealing with so he tries a period simulator.
Warnings: mentions of periods (and related subjects like cramps).
Mini Innuendos: Mini- Golf Dates with Harrison (blurb plus SMAU) ~
Description: 2.5k wc blurb/fic on mini-golf dates with Harrison with SMAUs (Social Media AUs) included
Warnings: just fluff and a few minor innuendos mentioned briefly.
TikTok Prank Preference: Stuck Tampon ~
Description: blurb preference based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.
Warnings: mentions of period related items and topics, minimally suggestive words, otherwise fluff
Two Juggling Divs: A Harrison Osterfield x Reader ~
Description: Harrison attempts to cheer his girlfriend up by juggling
Warnings: none
Facing the Distance - A Harrison Osterfield SMAU ~
Description: Haz has to go film away from home, leaving his gf missing him and Haz missing her. So much fluff and tiny amount of spice
Warnings: some curses and some minor spice/suggestive content
Man Who Can Do Both: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU *~
Description: Haz’s modeling can cause some haters who are insecure in their own masculinity to feel the need to make comments but his gf jumps in to stop it
Warnings: sexist comments, some bullying, a few curse words
Instant Support : Harrison Osterfield x Reader *~
Description: 8k wc, Despite being long-distance, Harrison and Y/N manage to still be there for each other when something happens; such as the loss of a family member. Hurt-Comfort
Warnings: mentions of death/funerals/cremations/and related topics, grief-related topics, sadness, longing, mentions of churches (for funeral/memorial service), maybe a couple curse words, very brief mention of anxiety medication, family drama/tensions
Happily Ever After: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Description: Blurb/headcanon and small fic for Harrison Osterfield based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!
Warnings: family, wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, related topics.
“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference
Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for mult. characters; his is fluff
Warnings: violent video games, video game 'deaths'
Tom Holland Navigation
Main Masterlist Navigation (All My Works)
Request Information/Process/Status
#haz osterfield smau#harrison osterfield x y/n#harrison osterfield x you#Harrison osterfield imagine#harrison osterfeild imagine#harrison osterfeild fluff#harrison osterfield x reader#harrison osterfield#harrison osterfeild x reader#haz osterfield x y/n#haz osterfield fluff#haz osterfield x you#haz osterfield x reader#haz osterfield#Tom holland#tom holland and Harrison osterfield#tom holland x reader#tom holland fluff#tom holland x y/n#navigation#nav page
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Hey, everyone! I'm planning to do themed one shots for the whole month of June. The theme is "quotes from RuPaul's Drag Race".
Tagging my very few mutuals to let them know im alive: @fanficparker @justasmisunderstoodasloki @tommysparker
#k's dear anyone#harrison osterfield#haz osterfield#tom holland#harrison osterfield x reader#tom holland x y/n#harry holland#peter parker
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you wanna know why older!Tom’s arms are so beefy… it’s not because he works in construction now. no, it’s because he has to carry Haz, his 25 kg English Bulldog, home on his daily walks, every single time, without fail, because that absolute chonker was not made to traverse long (or even moderate) distances.
if you’re wondering “why doesn’t he just take Haz on shorter walks?” well, that’s because, if he did take Haz on shorter walks, then Haz wouldn’t have to be carried home every single day and, unfortunately for Tom, Haz actually quite likes being carried home every single day. if Haz is not carried home one day, he will be a total asshole to Tom for the rest of the day (i’m talking peeing on Tom’s shoes, i’m talking sitting in the middle of the room and howling as loud as he possibly can until he absolutely cannot howl anymore, i’m talking stomping his feet like an actual human toddler, i’m talking stealing Tom’s laundry and hiding it… it’s just a full on meltdown). it is either carry the chonker home every morning after their walk or deal with the chonker’s wrath until said chonker forgets about his owner’s betrayal… and, man, can Haz hold a grudge.
#tom grant#tom grant x reader#the lads <3#older!tom grant#older!tom#Harold Winston Grant aka Haz aka the Hazzmaster aka Hazzy Boy
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