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jahayla-parker · 9 months

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Crazed : Tom Holland x Reader

Descr: 8k wc, A crazed fan breaks into Tom's house when his girlfriend is home and she has to defend herself until Tom's security gets there.

Warnings: curse words, violence, stalker/crazy fan behavior, hostage situation, threats, danger, mentions of a break-in, (minor) injuries, hospital (brief), knife/blade, keys used as weapon.

Y/n rubbed her boyfriend Tom’s shoulders as he pinched the bridge of his nose. She knew he was stressing out over the recent safety concerns that had arisen for the couple. Y/n knew that Tom would handle it; even before the multiple promises he made to do so. But, she still wanted to wipe the frown off his face as he called his security team.

They had recently been made aware that there was an… overzealous fan of Tom’s that posed a risk to the couple’s safety. Tom’s brother and personal assistant Harry, had noticed someone was following them one afternoon. They contacted Tom’s security team immediately and had them look into it.

Allegedly, when the security personnel asked the fan to stop following the couple, things escalated. The fan had made numerous comments that concerned Tom’s security. The first was the fan’s statement on how they were Tom’s one true love; not y/n. The second was when the same fan commented that y/n needed to learn her place and stay away from Tom. Then of course came the standard stalkerish fan remarks such as claiming she knew where the couple had been at any given moment, that she had a shrine of Tom with photos that no one else had seen as she’d taken them herself, and that she was in love with Tom and knew he’d come around and choose her.

It wasn’t like Tom had no former experience with overzealous fans. But this was on a whole other level. The fact that this fan made his own security concerned for y/n, made Tom panic. Between his team's and his own suggestions, Tom had ensured that they always had at least two security guards with them.

Tom felt guilty for having to limit their privacy even more than normal when going on dates, or whenever they simply left the house. But, he refused to let something happen to y/n. Which was why he had to call his security team again today.

Earlier today Y/n had gotten a call from an unknown number. She always ignored calls from unknown numbers. As such, y/n had let the call go to voicemail. However, when she checked her voicemail, y/n felt the same panic Tom had been experiencing.

The fan who Tom had been worried about for several weeks by then had somehow found y/n’s personal phone number. Y/n knew it wasn’t super rare for celebrities and their friends and family to have their personal information leaked. But, the message that the fan left was very troubling.

The girl had threatened to harm y/n if she didn’t break up with Tom. She even went so far as to show she had the address of y/n’s work; as ‘proof to take her seriously’. The fan also had the address of y/n’s last residence. Y/n and Tom began living together months ago. But, technically y/n’s old apartment was still in her name as the lease wasn’t up for another month and a half.

When y/n told Tom about the voicemail, he immediately asked her to play it for him. His fury and fear skyrocketed as he heard the passion behind the fan’s voice. He couldn’t believe this was happening to begin with, much less to this extent. Tom was adamant something had to be done, starting with calling his security and demanding increased protection for y/n.

“We need to increase y/n’s security,” Tom ordered immediately upon his lead security officer answering his call. He felt y/n rest her head on his shoulder, rubbing his arm to try and calm him. Tom crooked his neck and placed a soft kiss to y/n’s head as he listened to his security guard’s response.

“No, you don’t understand,” Tom groaned, standing up from the couch. He began pacing their living room as he tried to keep himself in check. He couldn’t understand why his security wasn’t just listening to him. Y/n needed more security, immediately. “I’m going to send you something,” Tom said, pulling the phone from his ear just long enough to forward the threatening voicemail.

“Tommy,” y/n whispered as Tom put the phone back up to his ear as he waited on a response. She smiled warmly at him when he looked her way. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “breathe please”.

Tom nodded in response to y/n’s request. He took a few deep breaths as he faintly heard the voicemail being played in the background. Tom hummed as he heard his security guard call for another officer to look into the voicemail. “See?” Tom asked in frustration, “she needs more security”.

Y/n watched as Tom nodded along to whatever his security was suggesting. She sighed in relief at seeing his lessening worry. She didn’t know what they were telling Tom, but it was helping. Y/n kissed Tom’s neck right under his earlobe as she waited for him to end the call and update her.

“Tom, look, I know you’re worried, but-” y/n sighed. Tom wanted her to not go in to work today. To be fair, it was a suggestion from his security when he called them last night, but Tom jumped on board with the idea without hesitation.

Tom frowned. “You’re not going to stay home?” He asked, his voice sad and eyes worried. “Please?” Tom requested, squeezing y/n’s hand.

Y/n pursed her lips. “I have work, T,” she argued softly.

“I know,” Tom agreed. “And I’m sorry, I dragged you into this -".

Y/n shook her head, “no. This isn’t on you Tom. I’ve told you that”. She sighed, “but, that doesn’t mean I can just stay stuck at home all day every day until this...overzealous fan chills out”.

“Overzealous?!” Tom huffed. “Darling, she’s bloody crazy!” He exclaimed. “This isn’t some slightly obsessed fan, she’s insane and she wants to hurt you.”

Y/n bit her lip and nodded. He was right. The voicemail had truly scared her. And she knew Tom knew that. Even if he hadn’t already been protective before, he certainly would’ve become so upon seeing how much it freaked her out.

“Just for today?” Tom pleaded. “I’m already working on a more long-term solution,” he assured her.

Y/n sighed softly as she thought it over. She didn’t have a ton to do at work today, so perhaps it wouldn’t be the end of the world. “Okay, if it will make you happy, I’ll stay home today,” she accepted.

Tom grinned and pulled y/n in for a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he gushed. “I know it’s not ideal, but I’ll try to come home for lunch, and-" Tom rambled.

Y/n giggled. She rubbed Tom’s chest as she leaned back. “Handsome, you don’t need to do that,” she smiled. “Just focus on your scenes and rest between them, we both know you haven’t been doing that much. Hmm?”.

Tom nodded, he’d been spending most of his time between takes and scenes getting on his security about finding out who this crazy fan was and doing whatever was needed to stop them. “Okay, but,” he replied, smiling, “I’m still going to call during my lunch and check-up”.

Y/n hummed lovingly, stroking Tom’s cheeks tenderly. “You have a deal, sweetheart.”

“Okay, so, you’ll arm the security system after I leave?” Tom asked y/n.

Y/n nodded, “yes”.

“And, you have Jones’s number saved, right?” Tom wondered as he mentally made his way through his checklist. Jones was one of his security guards and Tom had requested that he be on call nearby in case something happened. Or if y/n simply felt scared that it could/would.

“Saved and set as a favorite for easy access,” y/n promised. She neared her boyfriend and set her hands on his shoulders. “Everything is in place honey.”

Tom took a shaky breath and nodded. He really didn’t want to leave her alone, but he had to go to set. He was nearly done with filming and then they’d be able to go wherever. Y/n had reminded him of that when he considered taking the day off. The sooner he was done, the sooner they could go back to Europe -for at least as long as it took until the fan was taken care of.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t anxious about y/n being home alone. But, at his security pointed out, the fan had given the address for y/n’s old apartment, her job, and has been seen on set before. This was the safest place for her. As far as they are aware, there was no reason to believe the fan has knowledge of this apartment nor that y/n and Tom even lived together.

“I’m just…” Tom sighed. He knew he was going overboard in his preparations. But he couldn’t help it, he needed to know y/n would be safe.

Y/n gave Tom a quick kiss. “Worried, sweet, adorable, I know,” she grinned. “But you’re also about to be late,” y/n giggled playfully. “So, go, get there safely, kick ass on your scenes, and we’ll talk at lunch?”

Tom smiled and nodded, holding y/n to his chest for another hug. “Alright love, I’ll call you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too,” y/n said. She pulled back from the hug and kissed Tom’s forehead. “Let me know when you get to set,” she added as Tom made his way to his car. Y/n waved goodbye before she closed the door.

Y/n quickly armed the security system. She sighed to herself before looking around as she tried to decide what to do on her unplanned day off. Y/n walked to the bedroom to change into pajamas and grab some large and comfortable blankets.

When y/n returned to the living room, she found Tom had texted her saying he’d made it to set. She smiled and sent a quick reply before settling herself on their couch. Y/n flicked the television on and scrolled through their digital movies until she landed on Uncharted. She smirked to herself and sent a photo of her movie choice to Tom before she pressed play and relaxed under her blankets.

“You okay?” Harry asked, squinting at his brother. “You seem tense and you keep saying the wrong lines,” he pointed out. Harry was not just Tom’s brother but also his personal assistant and therefore it was his job to see to whatever was bothering him. “What’s going on?”

Tom sighed and ran a hand down his face, wincing as he realized he realized he’d just messed up the makeup the crew put on him. “It’s just…” he mumbled, looking around the set before pulling his brother to the side. “You know that crazy fan?” He asked. When Harry nodded, Tom continued. “Well, they get y/n’s number and left her a threatening message”.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Is she okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, I mean, she was when I left. And, Jones hasn’t reached out to say that’s changed… But, I just…. It’s hard to clear my mind and focus,” Tom admitted.

“I get that mate, but you can’t know what’s going on if you don’t ask,” Harry said. “So, instead of stressing for likely no reason, why don’t you text her between scenes and see what she’s up to?“ he suggested.

Tom smiled and hugged his brother. “That’s a great idea mate, thank you!” He held out his hand and waited for Harry to pass him his phone.

Harry chuckled and quickly took Tom’s phone from his pocket. “Here ya are,” he said with a playful eye roll.

“Oh,” Tom chuckled. He felt his cheeks flush as he looked at the last message from his girlfriend.

“Ewww, if that’s a sext, you need to get better at hiding your reaction,” Harry groaned.

Tom glared at Harry as he shook his head. “No!” He scolded. “Apparently she’s having a movie day…” Tom mumbled bashfully.

“Okay? And…?” Harry questioned.

Tom tilted his phone so Harry could see the text thread. His blush darkened as his brother laughed and shook his head at y/n's choice of movies for the day.

“You two are gross,” Harry teased. “Ready to try this scene again now?” He asked, trying to guide Tom back to set.

Tom smiled to himself. He quickly replied to y/n’s text and passed his phone back to Harry. “Yeah, I am now,” Tom nodded.

Y/n yawned as she rose from the floor. She’d made a blanket fort earlier to watch movies in. But now, her legs were numb and tingly from the position she’d been in. Y/n tiredly made her way to the kitchen for some snacks. While she hadn’t done much today, she was exhausted. It seemed doing nothing let her body realize how tired she’d been lately.

Y/n groaned lightly upon seeing that Tom had left a nearly empty milk carton in the fridge. She had just gotten groceries, not knowing they needed milk since the n carton was still in the fridge. Y/n made a mental note to get more milk tomorrow, or tonight after Tom got home from set. She poured the last of it in her cereal bowl before going to throw the carton away.

Only, as she went to place the carton in the garbage, y/n noticed it was full. She quickly calculated what day it was and realized it was garbage day. Y/n decided to go put on some slippers so she could take the garbage out.

Y/n returned to the kitchen and tied the trash bag closed. She smiled to herself knowing Tom wouldn’t have to deal with taking the bag out tonight when he got home and instead could relax. It was the least she could do since she knew he was worrying about her more than usual today.

Y/n disarmed the security system so that her opening the back door wouldn’t trip the alarm. That was the last thing Tom needed while trying to focus on his job. She was careful though to shut the door behind her and lock it so no one could enter while she was walking to the alley to dispose of the bag. Y/n figured it was overkill, but she knew Tom would be happier knowing she’d done it.

Y/n was sure to be quick with throwing the bag in the can outside. She smiled when she noticed their neighbors’ cans hadn’t been picked up yet; she hadn’t missed pickup. Y/n cautiously looked around before walking back to her apartment.

Y/n felt some anxiety as she unlocked her back door, feeling like someone could sneak up behind her. As a result, she quickly rushed inside and locked it again. Y/n let out a sigh and decided to refocus on her movie day, designating it as a seemingly needed distraction. She grabbed her bowl of sugary cereal with little milk and headed back to her blanket fort in the living room.

Y/n paused the movie, having thought she heard something in the kitchen. She peered into the kitchen doorway from her seat and didn’t see anything. Y/n wanted to go back to her movie, but her gut told her something wasn’t right.

Y/n elected it was safest to fully check on the sound she thought she heard. So, she grabbed her phone, pulling up the favorites section of her contacts as she anxiously made her way to the kitchen. She stopped halfway there, realizing she didn’t have anything to protect herself with. Unfortunately, her ideal choice of weapon would be found in the kitchen. Y/n settled for her keys, holding them in her other hand as she resumed her quest to find the source of the sound she’d heard.

A gasp escaped y/n’s mouth as she entered the kitchen. There was a pile of broken glass underneath the back door on the far side of the room. Y/n didn’t see anyone in the room but knew this wasn’t a good sign. She hadn’t been wrong about having heard a sound, nor about the need to check on it. And, considering the broken glass had come not too long after the voicemail incident, y/n was worried they were related.

Y/n didn’t want to take her eyes off the kitchen in case someone appeared, but she suspected she should call Jones. She blindly tried to pull up his number as she stared at the back door. Y/n cautiously walked towards the knife block, hoping to grab a better weapon than her keys. Except, before y/n could get to even the halfway point, someone’s hand reached in through the broken glass on the door and unlocked the handle.

Y/n looked around for an alternative weapon since she was too far from the knife block. But, she quickly ran out of time as the person had flung the door open and entered her apartment. Y/n’s eyes widened and she began to step back. She wanted to run but she didn’t want to aggravate the girl before her. Plus, the safest way to run would be to run outside, but the girl was blocking that door.

The intruder was wearing a homemade Tom Holland shirt, making it even more obvious she was the stalkerish fan. The girl’s hair and makeup was overly done up, as if she was going out on a date or to an event. She was glaring aggressively at y/n as she walked further into the kitchen.

Once y/n sensed she’d backed up enough to make it to the doorway to the living room, she turned and bolted from the kitchen. She scolded herself as she realized her blanket fort in the living room now provided a large obstacle, blocking her from easy access to the front door. Before y/n could decide if she could crash through the mess of blankets and furniture supporting them, she heard the fan’s loud footsteps running after her.

Y/n sharply turned the corner and started to the stairs. She looked down at her phone as she ran, clicking on Jones’ contact. Just as y/n’s finger went to press call, she felt a hand on her ankle. She screeched as she tugged her foot away and tried to stumble up the rest of the stairs.

Y/n kept running up the stairs as the fan angrily screamed her name. She once again tried to call Jones, only this time she tripped on one of Tom’s shoes that had been left on the staircase. In her attempt to not lose her balance and fall down the steps, y/n used her hand to push herself back up. Only, this caused her phone to slip from her hands and tumble down the stairs. Y/n fell to the ground as she turned to grab the device. Except, she wasn’t quick enough.

Y/n silently watched in terror as her lifeline bounced past the crazed fan on the stairs. She froze as she saw the glint of the knife the fan had in her hand. Y/n swallowed thickly and decided her best bet was to try and lock herself in the bathroom and scream; hoping the neighbors would hear and call the police. She quickly stood back up and turned around. “HELP!” Y/n shouted, hoping by chance a window was open.

“I just want to talk!” The fan replied, bouncing up the steps after y/n.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Y/n yelled back, finally mounting the stairs. She rushed towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. A painful scratch on the back of her right shoulder caused y/n to stop. Y/n knew instantly from the way there were four simultaneous scratches that the fan had used her acrylic nails to scrape at y/n.

Y/n hissed in pain and spun around to try and fight off the fan. She fortunately still had her keys in her fist. As such, she lunged forward and dug them against the fan’s face. Y/n used the fan’s shock to turn and run the rest of the way to the bathroom.

As y/n tried to shut the bathroom door, she was blocked by the fan’s foot. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” she shouted, trying to shove the girl’s foot out of the way. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!”

“JUST LET ME TALK!” The fan argued, pushing against the bathroom door.

“I DON’T WANT TO TALK!” Y/n groaned. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” she asked, slamming the door repeatedly against the fan’s leg as the girl banged on the other side of the bathroom door.

“YOU STOLE MY ONE TRUE LOVE!” the fan screamed, the knife stabbing the door.

Y/n flinched backward as the knife sliced into the thin wooden door separating her from the crazy fan. During y/n’s brief reaction, the fan shoved the door open. Y/n fell backward onto the ground. She shouted again in desperation, praying someone heard her.

The fan stood over y/n with a furious expression. “YOU. STOLE. TOM. FROM. ME.” She seethed, leaning closer to y/n as she was flat on her back against the bathroom floor.

Y/n lifted her arms over her head to shield her face. “GO AWAY!” she shouted, kicking at the fan. Y/n gasped as the fan grabbed ahold of y/n’s hair. She used her keys to scratch the fan’s arm of the hand she was holding y/n with.

“STOP FIGHTING ME!” The fan complained, tugging on y/n’s hair. She used her other hand to try and pry the keys from y/n’s hand.

Y/n stared at the fan in bewilderment. “YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY!” She cried, continuing her kicking and scratching. Y/n faintly heard her phone ringing from the other room. She silently pleaded with the universe for it to be Tom checking on her. If it was, she knew he’d send security over if she didn’t answer.

The crazed fan continued to fight with y/n until y/n spat at her in an attempt to get the girl to back up enough for y/n to get off the floor. The fan glared and hissed at y/n. “THAT’S IT!” She shouted, grabbing the knife from where she’d set it on the bathroom counter; out of reach from y/n. She dropped to her knees and placed the blade against y/n’s throat.

Y/n gulped as terror shot though every fiber of her being. She could keep using her keys, especially now that the girl was close enough for y/n to jab them into her eyes. Only, the knife against her throat made y/n worry the fan wouldn’t hesitate to push the blade into her as a response to such an attempt.

“Drop it, or I’ll make you regret it,” The fan threatened. She smirked when y/n shakingly let go of the keys.

“Okay…” y/n mumbled, wincing as her neck grazed against the knife’s blade as she spoke. “Y-you wanted to t-talk?” She asked rhetorically. “W-we can talk,” y/n offered. Hopefully, she could keep the fan talking long enough for help to reach her.

“No!” The fan scoffed. “I don’t want to talk,” she snarked.

Y/n tried to lean back from the blade, the firm tile of the bathroom floor not allowing her much relief. “B-but, you said-,” y/n argued.

“That was before this!” The fan shouted. She raised her non dominant hand, letting go of y/n’s hair.

Y/n noticed the blood dripping from the fan’s arm. She looked back up at the fan with fearful eyes. “Then… wha-what do you want?” Y/n asked, trying to slide backwards on the tile so she could at least use the wash to sit herself up.

“STOP MOVING YOU STUPID BITCH!” The fan scolded. “I love that man, but I swear he’s an idiot, I don’t how you tricked him into thinking he loves you, but I’m going to help him see the truth.”

Y/n’s eyes widened as she froze. She didn’t know what else there was to do at this point. She’d tried to fight but was out armed. She tried to scream but no one heard. She tried to call security but her phone fell. The only thing left was to try and get the crazy fan to drop her guard slightly.

“I… I… I’m sorry… I…” y/n lied, trying to appear weak and like the fan had cracked her. “What can I d-d-do?” She pleaded with fake tears. “H-how can I h-help? Please, I’ll do anything,” y/n fibbed.

“You- you want to help me?” The fan questioned hesitantly.

Y/n nodded, wincing as the blade scratched her skin. “I.. I had my fun…” she mumbled, hating herself for even lying about it. “I… you’re clearly better for him..”.

“Really?” The fan smiled. “You admit I’m better for Tom?” She asked dreamily.

Bingo. Y/n nodded faintly again, not wanting to say it.

The fan seemed to pick up on y/n’s reasoning. “Say it,” The fan barked.

“W-what?” Y/n questioned.

“Say that I’m better for Tom, that he’d be happier with me,” The fan ordered.

Y/n swallowed, the knot on her throat hitting the blade of the knife still pressed against her. She felt nauseous and her eyes prickled with tears. Tom was the actor, not y/n. But, she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Y-you’re better for Tom,” y/n mumbled. She hoped her shaky voice and watery eyes came across as fake remorse and sorrow for the fan rather than the fear and guilt she felt. When the fan stared at y/n expectantly, y/n fought the desire to tremble as she stared back in terror. “H-he… To-Tom,” y/n corrected herself not wanting to further upset the girl by being vague, “Tom would be happier with you”.

The fan smirked with pride. She tilted her head mockingly at y/n. “I’m glad you finally see it,” The fan commented. “Now, we just need to work on what you’ll say when he gets here.”

“What? He’s-he’s not coming,” y/n stated fearfully. She hoped she was right. She wanted Tom to call security, but she didn’t want Tom to get himself caught up in this dangerous situation.

“Of course he’s coming. He thinks he loves you,” the fan sighed. “He’s wrong, of course.” The fan rolled her eyes. “But no worry, because once we show him that you don’t actually love him like he deserves, he’ll choose me, his true love,” she grinned.

Y/n tensed. “S-show him… That I-“ she mumbled.

“You’ll see. You’re going to tell him that you don’t love him,” The fan explained.

“Or…” y/n whispered, her voice cracking. She knew she’d likely lost her ruse, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t want to be forced to lie to Tom; especially about this.

“Or, I’ll remove you from the picture myself,” the fan warned. “Then he’ll finally be all mine,” She smiled.

Y/n willed herself not to cry, she had to figure out a way out of this. There was no doubt even if y/n didn’t make of it, the girl would kill Tom too once she saw Tom wasn’t going to fall in love with her the way she thought. Y/n refused to let that happen. She needed to get her and Tom out of this.

Tom ran his hand down his face as he tried dialing y/n’s number again. He’d tried twice already with no response. Granted, they were back to back, so if she was busy with something, there’d been little time to finish and answer the phone. But surely, by him calling a third time, y/n would get the seriousness behind his calls and drop whatever she’d been doing.

Tom felt his whole body go numb as his third call went to voicemail. He closed his eyes as his fear reached an all time high. He looked around to tell someone he had to leave but didn’t see Harry in the hall. Tom didn’t want to waste anymore time so he decided to just leave.

Tom ran to the set door and grabbed his jacket, yanking his keys out before dashing out the door. He threw open his car door and jumped in. He quickly dialed Jones’s phone as he sped out of the parking lot. Tom sighed when Jones didn’t answer, maybe he was already with y/n then.

Tom was only seconds from their street when Jones called him back. “Is y/n okay?! Is she with you?!” He asked after hitting accept. Tom felt a chill rush through him when Jones stated he had no idea what Tom was talking about.

Tom quickly took the corner, speeding even more as he drove closer to his apartment. “Just meet me at my house, NOW!” He shouted as he pulled into the driveway. Tom vaguely noticed Jones commenting that he and another officer were on their way.

When he threw open the front door and didn’t hear an alarm go off, Tom felt his tears rising even more. He clumsily rushed past the blanket fort y/n had made in the living room. “Y/N?! LOVE?!” Tom yelled, moving further into the apartment.

Tom glanced in the kitchen to see if the back door showed any signs of damage. Since the front door was still locked and closed, he hoped he was overreacting. Maybe y/n was just taking a nap.

Tom’s tears fell down his cheeks as he found the broken glass and open back door. “No, no, no, no, no,” he mumbled. He rushed back to the living room. “Please,” Tom whimpered.

Tom went to go up the stairs, stopping when something cracked under his foot. He slowly raised his leg and looked down. He winced as he noticed it was y/n’s phone. Tom lifted it up and saw she’d pulled up Jones’s contact. He felt his heart drop as he faintly heard a struggle upstairs.

Tom threw y/n’s phone down and bolted up the staircase. “Y/N!!” He screamed, taking the stairs three at a time. “PLEASE ANSWER ME!” He pleaded breathily as he reached the top. Tom froze as his head snapped towards the bathroom.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” Tom belted, sprinting to the end of the hall. “HEY!” He yelled, going to pull on the girl standing over his girlfriend. Tom’s breath hitched as he saw the blade pressed against y/n’s throat.

Tom froze as he stared in fear. He could see the terror and distraught in y/n’s eyes as she was pinned to the ground at knifepoint. Tom breath was shaky as his hands were fisted at his side. He tried to shoot his girlfriend a remorseful look, uncertain if she could see it from her angle. And then, he turned his eyes towards the girl holding her hostage as his eyes lit with fury.

“Back. Away. From. Her. Now.” Tom seethed, his jaw tight as he stared down the crazy fan.

“Tom! Oh my gosh,” The fan gushed. “Hi! Sorry for the mess, Uhh,” she giggled, “not to worry, I’m sure y/n will help clean it up after”.

Tom squinted harshly at the girl. “After? After what?” He asked dreadfully. He tried to look around the girl to see how y/n was doing. His eyes widened upon seeing drops of blood on the white tile flooring. Tom glanced back at the fan, “please. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Take it!” He pleaded.

“Is it money?” Tom questioned, “you can have it. Call my brother and he’ll help get it all out from the bank for you”.

Y/n tried to speak, but her voice was muffled as the fan pressed the flat edge against her more forcefully in warning. She squirmed and debated whether she should try and fight the fan off again now that Tom was here.

“Y/n,” Tom whimpered. “Don’t, please,” he begged, “I’ve got this”. Tom looked back towards the fan with his hands held up. “Just call him, his name is in my phone-".

“Harry, duh. I know your brother’s name, silly,” the fan laughed. “I know all their names! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?!” She shook her head in disbelief.

Tom tried to resist looking confused as he slowly nodded. “Okay…” he mumbled, “so… then uhh,.. Yeah, call him and he’ll get you however much you want. It’s all yours. Just, let y/n go, please”.

“I don’t want your money,” the fan tsked.

“You.. you don’t?” Tom sighed in frustration. “Then wh-what do you want?” He asked hopelessly. “Merch? Harry can get that too. Ummm autographs? Tell me what to sign. Umm, do you want-“ Tom rambled, trying to find a solution.

The crazed fan pouted. “I don’t want anything from you babe,” she answered. “Relax, you don’t have to do anything Tommy bear.”

Tom’s breath wavered as he tried to keep his composure. “Then… then wh-why is my girlfriend on the-?” He stopped himself as the fan glared and turned to y/n, gripping the knife tighter. Tom realized his mistake; this fan claimed in her message that she thought she was his one true love.

“Ex,” the fan hissed, turning back to Tom. “Your ex-girlfriend,” she corrected.

Tom swallowed tensely. Even though the statement was false, it didn’t sit well with him. Even more concerning though was that he had no idea where the fan was going with all of this if she already decided y/n was his ex.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” The girl sighed with what sounded like sympathy. “You’re about to hear why that’s a good thing,” she said. “And I’ll be here to help you through it after.”

Tom opened his mouth to ask what exactly the girl meant when suddenly she was ordering y/n to sit up. He flinched forward instinctively when y/n struggled to get into a seated position. Tom only stopped himself when the fan pressed the knife closer to y/n’s skin, grazing it slightly. Ironically, he wanted to move towards y/n even more after that in order to get the knife away from her, but he knew any movement on his behalf could make things drastically worse in seconds; before he would have time to stop it.

Y/n rested her head against the wall of the bathroom. Her cheek brushed against the toilet paper holder installed beside her on the wall. She couldn’t get herself to look at Tom knowing what the fan was about to make her do. The fan had warned/instructed y/n on it prior to Tom’s arrival.

“Okay, speak,” The fan ordered. She moved infinitesimal to the side so Tom could see y/n clearly.

Y/n closed her eyes and shook her head. She no longer cared about the pain that came with such movement. Y/n felt her tears stream down her face as she tried not to shake. Her stomach was in knots and all she wanted to do was throw up.

“NOW!” The fan shouted, her anger rising at y/n’s lack of cooperation.

Tom flinched at the sudden outburst. He kept his eyes focused on his terrified girlfriend. He watched as her eyes opened and he nodded for her to comply with whatever the fan was saying to do. “Y-y/n, it’s okay, just say it,” Tom pleaded softly.

“See, Tom wants the truth,” the girl remarked. “Now,” she glared at y/n, “tell him”.

Y/n whimpered as she held eye contact with her boyfriend. She saw him silently begging her with his eyes to just do it. Y/n sniffled as she closed her eyes. “I… I… I can’t,” she resisted.

“Do it or I swear!” The girl screeched.

Tom saw the wild look in the girl’s eyes and his fear increased. “Y/n,” he whispered. “I.. I want to hear the truth,” Tom mumbled, playing along with whatever the fan was going for.

Y/n squeezed her eyes tighter and shook. She didn’t want to do this. “I… I don’t….” Y/n mumbled, stopping when the fan yelled for her to use full sentences. “I used you,” She lied.

The words tasted vile as y/n spoke her instructed words aloud. “I.. I don’t love you.” She cried, her resulting movement causing the edge of the blade to seep into her skin. “I-I-I never did. I never l-loved you,” y/n repeated as she’d been told to. She felt her body go limp in defeat after uttering the false but nonetheless hurtful words to Tom.

Tom knew what y/n was saying wasn’t true. But, he could see how badly it hurt her to just repeat them. Nonetheless, he knew he had to play along to get the crazy fan to let y/n go. Fortunately, Tom was already crying.

“O-oh,” Tom whispered with pretend shock. “I… I thought…” he sighed, stepping back in hopes the fan would follow him.

“It’s okay,” the fan soothed. “It’s okay Tommy bear, I’m here for you.” “You don’t need her, I can show you what real love is,” she promised.

Tom noticed the fan had moved closer to him, further from y/n. She was still between the two of them with the knife, but it was no longer at y/n’s throat. Tom wiped his eyes dramatically with a frown. “But… I just…. I can’t believe…” he murmured, taking another few steps down the hall.

The fan sighed. “I know, it’s cruel,” she agreed, “but, aren’t you glad to find out before it was too late?”

Tom shrugged as he yet again moved back some, the fan unconsciously following him. He tried to shoot y/n a sign to be ready to run when the girl eventually exited the bathroom, but y/n wasn’t looking at him. He sighed and quickly improvised. “It’s just…y/n,” Tom whimpered, the fan pouting as he seemingly cried over y/n’s ‘declaration’.

Y/n looked up at hearing Tom say her name. She noticed the way he immediately made eye contact with her and then shifted his gaze to the floor. Y/n looked around and realized the crazy chick and Tom had stepped further into the hall. She was no longer at knifepoint.

Y/n quietly slid her hand toward the keys she’d abandoned earlier. She mentally thanked the girl for being stupid enough to not kick them away. Once she had the keys in reach, y/n took a deep breath as she thought of a game plan. She had to be careful, she didn’t want Tom getting stuck in the crossfire or for the fan to flip out on him in retaliation.

Y/n glanced back up at Tom as she heard him still mumbling about his shock over her statement. In doing so, she noticed a shadow in the staircase. Something she assumed the fan hadn’t seen due to staring crazily at Tom. Y/n took one last deep breath before she silently moved for the keys.

Y/n held the keys in her hands and tried to give Tom a warning glance. She then got onto her knees and leaned forward until she dug the keys into the girl’s leg. Y/n nearly vomited at the force she had to use to puncture the girl’s leg more than just a scratch. But, it was enough for her to get the girl to spin away from Tom.

As the fan turned on y/n, Tom rushed forward to try and grab the knife.

Y/n threw herself back to the ground as she prepared for the knife to contact her.

Before Tom could reach the crazy girl, he heard a buzzing sound and the girl fell to her knees, the knife hitting the ground beside y/n. He snapped his head behind him and saw his security guards standing there, one of whom had tased the fan.

Tom tried to run to y/n but one of the guards stopped him. The one with the taser sidestepped him, likely going to grab the crazy girl. But Tom pushed past both of them and ran to the bathroom. He jumped over the spasming fan in the doorway and fell to his knees beside y/n.

Tom sighed as he saw Y/n was still hunched over, waiting for the impact. “I-It’s just m-me, love,” he whispered tenderly before cautiously placing a hand on her back. When she flinched, he pulled his hand back. But, as y/n turned to look up at him with tears in her eyes, he pulled her to his chest.

“Shhhhh I’ve got you,” Tom cooed, rocking y/n lightly. “You’re safe.” “I’m so sorry”. He repeated these words and similar sentiments as they both cried and held onto each other. Tom faintly heard his security taking the girl away, but he didn’t look away from y/n.

“T-t-To-T-To-“ y/n mumbled, tears still flowing down her face.

“Shhh, you don’t have to talk,” Tom assured her, delicately wiping her cheeks. “I’m here, it’s okay now.”

Y/n shook her head as another sob left her body. “I-I… I didn’t mean it!” She cried. “I swear, T-Tom. I didn’t mean any of what s-she-“.

Tom frowned and pulled y/n back to his chest. He rested his lips on the top of her head as he sighed. “I know darling, I know,” he told her. “I know she made you say it,” Tom acknowledged.

Y/n fisted Tom’s shirt as she cried into his chest. “I … I didn’t… I didn’t want to say it…” she cried. “I didn’t mean it. I swear. I didn’t mean it.” Y/n repeated.

Tom listened respectfully as y/n kept repeating herself. He pressed loving kisses to her scalp as he waited for her to calm down. After a few minutes, Tom began replying with a quiet, “I know” each time y/n promised she hadn’t meant what she said.

Tom didn’t know how long this continued. To him it felt like an eternity having to hear y/n’s choked sobs and needless apologies. But, he noticed she suddenly went quiet. Tom cautiously cupped y/n’s face and tilted it so he could see her eyes.

“I love you,” y/n promised. She gazed up into Tom’s eyes and sniffled. “I love you.”

Tom smiled softly at y/n before giving her a quick kiss. “I love you too,” he whispered.

Y/n took Tom’s face in her hands and needily pulled him in for a longer kiss. She closed her eyes as she sunk her fingers into his hair and held him close. Y/n felt a few more tears leave her eyes as she savored the taste of Tom’s lips.

“Are you hurt?” Tom asked when they pulled back, resting his forehead on y/n’s.

“I.. I don’t think so,” y/n mumbled.

“I...-there was… is…blood on the floor,” Tom argued worryingly.

Y/n pulled back and looked over at the spots Tom was referencing. “Oh, I.. I think that’s hers,” she admitted. “I kinda tore up her arm before you got here,” y/n said, eyeing her keys.

Tom hummed and smiled faintly. “I’m so p-proud of you,” he told y/n. He saw y/n’s disagreement and shook his head. “You kept yourself alive until help could come,” Tom argued. “I s-saw you tried to call Jones, you ran, you fought back, you did what you needed to do to survive.”

Y/n sniffled. “I didn’t want to say that… I shouldn’t have-“.

Tom sighed. “I know you didn’t, and I’m sorry you had to. But that’s just it, you had to,” He pointed out. “I know you didn’t mean it. I’m not hurt or mad. I’m thankful you did what you needed to do. I’m thankful you were so strong,” Tom whimpered lightly.

Y/n flattened her lips and nodded. “I’m just glad you’re here. Thank you for c-coming for me.”

“Always. Now, are you sure-” Tom began, stopping suddenly. He abruptly stood up and carefully pulled y/n up with him. “Your neck,” he muttered, gently tilting her chin up for a better view.

“Shit,” Tom hissed, upset he’d momentarily forgotten about seeing the knife slice y/n’s neck. He eyed the thin line with a deep frown. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

Y/n huffed. “Tom, please, I just… I just wanna lay down and sleep,” she cried.

Tom sucked in his lips and nodded in understanding. “Okay. You will,” he promised. “Just after you get that cut looked at,” Tom declared. “Don’t worry, I’m going with you,” he said upon seeing the fear return to y/n’s eyes.

“You didn’t tell me she clawed your back,” Tom sighed, squeezing y/n’s hand as the doctor gave y/n a tetanus booster shot.

“I forgot,” y/n laughed humorously. She sighed, “doesn’t really hurt too much though”.

Tom nodded. “And your throat?” He questioned, eyeing the bandage covering her neck.

“That one hurts like a bitch,” y/n admitted with a quiet laugh. “But, I’ll be fine,” She promised. “But…Tom…. I….” y/n trailed off.

“You what, love?” Tom inquired.

“I don’t really… umm..” y/n sighed and cleared her throat. She immediately winced at the pain that shot through her as a result. Y/n huffed and looked back at Tom, who was watching her with a sorrowful look. “I don’t want to go home… I… I know she’s gone… but…”

Tom nodded rapidly, squeezing y/n’s hand again. “We’re not going back there,” He promised. “W-when the police are umm,… done with their stuff… I’ll have Harry hire some people to help move our stuff out,” Tom stated.

Y/n smiled appreciatively at how Tom had already considered her not wanting to go back there after tonight. “But… Where are we going to stay? You are staying with me still, right?” She asked nervously.

“Of course!” Tom promised. “For now, I can take time off and we can go back to London. Or, we’ll get a hotel or new apartment until the show wraps. Whatever you want darling,” he comforted.

“You need to finish-“ y/n began. She noticed Tom was about to argue with her so she smiled and shook her head. “I want you to finish. But I won’t argue to you taking a few days off right now,” she admitted bashfully.

Tom sighed with relief, not wanting to go back to work just yet. More so, not wanting to be away from y/n again just yet. “Okay, so new place it is, we’ll get a hotel for tonight,” he decided. “Then, figure it out from there,” Tom said softly.

Y/n nodded and smiled lightly at Tom. “Can we go now?” She asked.

Tom chuckled quietly. “Once you’re cleared, darling,” he said, looking at the doctor.

“You’re all patched up, let me just get the discharge paperwork for you to sign and the at-home instructions to take care of your wounds,” the doctor offered with a sympathetic smile. “Then you’re free to go,” he told the couple as he left the room.

Y/n sighed and squeezed Tom’s hand. She was beyond ready to get out of the hospital. To be somewhere comfortable and safe. With Tom.

“In addition to the guards outside,” Tom said, nodding his head towards the door to y/n’s emergency room where a few of his security were. “I tasked Harry with booking the safest hotel he can find. I’m also going to have guards on each entrance to the hotel, and one outside watching our room if we have a patio, and a couple in the hallway by our door, they’ve been told they’ll be working around the clock, and-“ he rambled.

“Tom, I appreciate all of that,” y/n confessed. “But… She’s been arrested. I don’t think we need that many…” she argued.

Tom nodded. “You’re probably right. But… I know you keep saying it’s not my fault….” He sighed. “But, I can’t help it… please just let me do this for you, until things settle down?”

Y/n smiled warmly and nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

“Tom, you can sleep now, we’re safe,” y/n promised, snuggling into his side as he held her.

“I know,” Tom whispered. “I just want to stay awake and just hold you for a bit,” he confessed. “But, please, rest darling, you’ve had a terribly long day,” Tom pleaded, kissing y/n’s forehead.

Y/n hummed quietly as she breathed in Tom’s cologne. “I love you,” she whispered, melting into his embrace.

“I love you too,” Tom replied, smiling down at y/n. “Thank you for being such a fighter today,” he added, tenderly running his thumb over the space between her brows to soothe her. Tom grinned to himself as he watched y/n quickly drift off to sleep. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if things had gone differently today, but he was glad he didn’t have to find out.

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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You & mob Tom fell out over you not wanting to move in with him or being part of his mafia crew

I changed this a lillll bit to fit one of my fave tropes of leaving when y/n is pregnant and Tom doesn’t know sooooo I hope you still enjoy hehe

You tried your best to pretend you didn't see him but he demanded all attention. Especially with that gaze directed towards the little girl in your arms. You'd seen Harrison around recently and you just knew that your baby girl looked just like her father and that he'd reappear, demanding you finish the conversation you refused to have nearly three years ago, settling instead, for walking out and never looking back. He'd never been fine with the decision, but now he was upset about the decision, seeing as your shared little girl was here and he'd known nothing about her.

You'd only told him you didn't want to move in and that you didn't enjoy his career. He'd just shrugged it off, but what hurt was when you'd collected your things and disappeared in the night, blocking his number and moving out of town. But he'd found you anyways. He approaches, your eyes hooded as you stare at him, hoisting the three year old higher on your hip. He licks his lips,

"So… when were you gonna tell me?"

"I wasn't. And that right hand man of yours had no business doing it either." You spit. He hums,

"Right… because it's totally acceptable to keep my daughter from me." The urge to fight him, tell him she's not his is strong, but you ignore it. You look to Evelyn,

"You're staying with me." You scoff,

"Yeah. I'll pass." He shoots daggers,

"Would you like me to take full custody Y/N?" He threatens. You swallow as he turns to you, staring down into your eyes, "Give me a reason to take my daughter from you." He growls. The whimper you release, at least, isn't loud enough for him to hear. He grips your arm, dragging you after him while you cradle your daughter to your hip. He practically shoves you into his car, a car seat being slid in before he climbs in beside you. He gestures to it,

"Teach me how to use it." You don't necessarily do as you're told, you just buckle her into it, glancing up when she's settled. His eyes linger on her for a moment before they flick up to you ans then ahead at the road. You buckle yourself in, sitting quietly as his driver drives you back to the mansion you escaped from years ago. You sigh as you stare up at the dismal house, quickly unbuckling Ev from her carseat the second the car is parked. Tom moves around the car, pressing a hand to your lower back, leading you towards the front door. He gestures up the stairs once you're inside,

"New stuff in the guest bedroom for the both of you. If you need anything, let me know."

"Yeah, extra bedsheets and a basket." You murmur. He frowns,

"Yeah… I'd love to see your daughter from a third-story window." He grumbles back. He turns on his heel and heads for the kitchen while you head upstairs. You inspect the guest bedroom, smiling as Evie immediately gasps and goes for the drawing table in the corner. It's easy to lose time when you're watching her create things like she always does, and before you know it, Tom comes into the room, glancing down at the little girl in the corner,

"Look at that… didn't need the basket after all." You roll your eyes as he sits beside you, shrugging his suit jacket off. He sighs,

"She's beautiful Y/N." He murmurs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod,

"I know. She looks just like you and you've always been beautiful." He smiles,

"And yet I can't seem to keep you around." You glare at him,

"And yet here I am being held hostage." He gestures to the door,

"I didn't lock you in. You could've strung your sheets together and made a run for it into the forest. But yet here you are, watching her have the time of her life." Glancing back at Evelyn, you chew the inside of your lip,

"Yeah… I always seem to do that." There's a moment of silence before he speaks again,

"I could've helped you." You shake your head,

"I was not subjecting her to the same fate I had." You mutter. He frowns,

"What's that supposed to mean? You let me get you pregnant. I couldn't have been that bad."

"It wasn't you Tom, it's the fucking job. It would have killed me to have her used against us so your goddamn enemies could've gotten to you." You tell him. He frowns,

"So… you don't hate me…" You shake your head,

"No." He scoffs,

"You still fucking love me."

"That doesn't matter anymore-"

"Of course it matters! I spent all this time thinking you hated me. Ans then Harrison finds out you have this little girl and I was heartbroken. That," he gestures to Evelyn, so much vulnerability in his eyes, "That's my little girl. I don't even know how she became this person because you left me." He has tears in his eyes now as you stare up at him. You swallow,

"I can't have her used against me-"

"I can give you a detail. Protection 24/7. I just… I hated feeling like the one person I was supposed to trust was double crossing me. I thought you hated me. Please… please, don't take her from me again. You think I liked not having you around? I fucking loved you." He explains. You blink up at him,

"I'm scared."

"You don't have to be. Trust me." He tells you. Glancing at Evelyn, you swallow,

"I just don't wanna lose her." He takes your hands,

"I… have you both." Finding his eyes, you sigh after a moment and nod,

"Fine… but the second something happens to her, that's it. I'm done." He nods,

"You're not gonna have to worry. Anyone that touches either of you… dead on the spot." He tells you. You sigh,

"And I don't wanna stay in this house. I've always hated this house." You admit. He nods,

"Done." Moving in, he drags you in, his lips covering yours in a searing kiss. He drags you into his lap, stroking your hair back,

"Fuck I missed you." He grumbles." You smile, staring down at him. He swallows,

"What'd you name her?" Glancing over your shoulder, you smile,

"Evelyn Nicole." You admit. He smiles,

"My mum will be… you've just inflated my mum's ego so hard." You giggle,

"She's the best part of you." He shrugs,

"She was… that little girl over there is the new best part." You stroke curls from his forehead,

"This is true. Hence the name. Passing it from one to the other." He smiles,

"She deserves the world."

"And you know what… her father can give it to her." He nods,

"And he intends to do so." You smile down at him, "starting now." He practically dumps you onto the couch, moving towards your daughter. When he crumbles onto the floor next to her, crossing his legs beneath him, you remember why you've loved him for so long.

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no way home | t. holland [smau]

an: couldn’t sleep bc of how bad my knee hurts :/ hope u enjoy this short smau!! also this is a lil comeback!!! feedback is always greatly appreciated!! also requests are open!!!! send ur requests here!!

pairing: tom holland x actress!fem!reader [taya miller fc]

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tomholland2013 naa stop it 😍 yourinstagram absolutely killed it last night ;) thank you all for the support and thank you to the most wonderful girl in the world <3 x

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user1 did he just confirm

ynupdates i know y/n is screaming rn

zendaya she showed up and showed out, as she should

yourinstagram another day another slay, PERIODD

hazosterfield y’all looked too good tf

tomholland2013 it was her <3

yourinstagram ofc it was me 😐

yourinstagram sweet angel, im so so so so so proud of you and everything you've done!!! love you 5ever <3

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yourinstagram i could write you a paragraph on how proud i am, hell maybe even a book 🥴 you’ve touched so many hearts and inspired many more. thank you for being our peter parker but especially ty for being mine <3

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tomholland2013 you love them and me

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fraction of your heart ~ part four

summary: Y/N’s math skills aren’t the best, but she thinks she has a pretty good judgement of character - and Peter Parker does not pass the test. Find the masterlist here!

warnings: swearing, alcohol, drunk antics, mention of drink spiking but no actual drugs, sad drunk flirty y/n yes this chapter is a self insert of how i act when i'm at parties, mildly suggestive language/content if you squint

word count: 4k

A/N: There's a reason I never posted a schedule because I was never going to stick to it also sorry not sorry for certain character introductions in this chapter? you'll know who I mean when you get there lmao. Unedited as always

Y/N woke to a text from Peter Saturday morning.

Hi, I can’t make it today. Something came up and I can’t get out of it. Sorry. See you in class :)

Y/N wasn’t surprised, in fact she was expecting it. After last week, where she had basically said she hated him straight to his face, she couldn’t even get mad about it; after all, she was actually to blame for his behaviour. What she wasn’t expecting, however, was the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, her throat tightening to the point where she struggled to swallow. It irked her that she wasn’t going to see him today, and she didn’t understand why.

Lauren noticed Y/N’s grumpy mood as soon as she walked out of her room.

“What’s gotten into you, pouty?” Y/N rolled her eyes as Lauren turned on the espresso machine. It was a luxury item in their bare-bones college apartment, but with the amount they were spending on lattes at the campus café, they decided that the expense was worth it.

“Nothing,” she lied. After turning her head to see Lauren’s unamused and expectant expression, she elaborated. “Peter’s still avoiding me. He cancelled this morning.” He’d been avoiding her all week. Each time she saw him in class she attempted to talk to him, only to find he had vanished at the exact moment she found an opportunity. It was almost as if he could sense when she was approaching, and found an exit strategy every time. She had no clue how he was managing to step away from her so quickly.

“I thought you didn’t want him helping you,” Lauren opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk, checking the expiration date before placing it on the kitchen counter.

“I didn’t,” Y/N started. “But I also didn’t want him to avoid me more than he already did.”

“I mean, you did basically say you hated him to his face,” Lauren replied. “That’s gonna be a tough one to bounce back from.” Y/N put her forehead in her hands.

“Ugh, I know.”

“Look,” Lauren put the milk back into the fridge before coming to sit next to Y/N with two mugs of coffee. Y/N gratefully accepted the mug being handed to her and took a sip, the warm liquid coating her throat and landing in her stomach. “There’s not much you can do about it right now. Peter’s a good guy, he’ll listen eventually, but he has the right to be pissed off at the moment.”

Y/N nodded.

“I’m going shopping for something to wear to Flash’s party tonight,” Lauren placed her already half-empty mug on the coffee table in front of her. How she drank coffee so quickly, Y/N would never understand. “Come with me! Nothing like a bit of retail therapy to make you feel better.”

“Alright, but I need a shower first.”

“I agree. Respectfully, you smell.”

…

Flash Thompson’s party was in full swing by the time Y/N and Lauren arrived. Red cups were strewn all over the floor, and the music was loud enough to be heard from the street. Upon entering the house, Y/N made a beeline to the kitchen, shouting greetings to a few faces she recognised in the midst of the dimmed fluorescents and vape residue.

She was glad she didn’t dress warm tonight. The goosebumps that had littered her skin in the walk from the car to the front door vanished as soon as Y/N stepped inside. She felt as if she had stepped into a sauna; the humidity was making it moderately difficult to breathe. She could feel her hair threatening to frizz from the sheer moisture in the air. So much for the hour that she had spent trying to tame it, she thought as she concocted a drink from the wide variety of spirits and mixers available on the kitchen bench.

“Fuck me,” Lauren caught up to Y/N after being held back by one of her classmates, “It’s like a goddamn festival in here.” Y/N handed her the drink she had just made and found another cup, mixing a second one for herself.

“I know,” Y/N scanned the room, trying to find a familiar face. Her heart lurched when she spotted Tara, laughing at something from across the room. Under the dim but warm lights her ochre skin glimmered. Y/N didn’t know whether she wanted to press her lips to Tara’s exposed collarbone or ask her for her skincare routine. She downed her drink as she continued to study her, knowing she would need a lot more alcohol in her system if she wanted to survive the night knowing she was here, looking like that. Her jet black curls were thrown up in a carefully structured mess, further elongating her bare neck and making her lemon coloured bustier stand out from the crowd. Simply put, she was irresistible.

A tap on her shoulder pulled her away from the fantasy she was concocting in her head.

“Hey, Y/N.”

She turned to meet a pair of sky blue eyes accompanying a devilish smirk. Blonde, tousled hair framed his round face. She couldn’t deny it; Harry Osborn was attractive, but as she flicked her gaze back to Tara one more time, she came to the conclusion that brunettes were more her type.

“Hi Harry,” Y/N shifted her attention back to the boy standing in front of her, who was currently holding a cup in each hand. She tried not to think about the way his slender fingers wrapped almost entirely around the circumference of the drink as he gently offered the signature red plastic to her. Her eyes narrowed, lips slighting upwards at the corners. “I was always told never to accept a cup from a stranger at a party.”

“We’re not really strangers though, are we?” He shuffled closer, voice dropping so Y/N needed to lean in to hear him. She chuckled. While she wasn’t exactly the type of person that garnered a lot of attention from potential romantic interests, she wasn’t oblivious to the tricks someone like Harry pulled when he was looking for fun. “We have chemistry.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the entendre.

“First of all,” she glared at Harry, taking the cup from his hand and making a beeline back toward the kitchen. He followed her like a lost puppy, which sent a small swarm of butterflies to Y/N’s stomach. Since when did she have this much of an effect on someone? “I don’t take chemistry. We’re in Comparative Politics together.”

“So you have noticed me.”

“Secondly,” she continued, ignoring his retort. She poured the liquid down the sink and threw away the cup, instead filling her own back up with the closest unopened can she could find. Harry scoffed and put his hand over his heart, feigning offense at her actions. “Drink spiking is more likely to happen from someone you know, because you trust them more.” Y/N took a sip of her new, verifiably untouched drink. “Unfortunately for you, I’m smarter than that.”

“Okay,” Harry put his hands up in the air in mock surrender. “Even though there was nothing in that cup except a shot of vodka, I’ll concede. But,” he inched closer. For the first time all evening, he couldn’t make eye contact with her, instead staring at his shoes. “I could make it up to you. Buy you a drink?”

Her eyebrow quirked. “It’s an open bar, Harry. Nobody’s buying drinks.”

“I meant,” he said, looking back up at her. His expression had drastically changed from the perpetual confident smirk he seemed to always have painted on. His pupils had dilated; Y/N couldn’t tell whether it’s because the lights were dimmed or if it had to do with how he was pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared at hers. “Maybe I could take you out. To dinner, or something.”

Oh.

She didn’t think he was into her like that. With the attention he was giving her, she was expecting a distraction, some fun for a night, or maybe a friends with benefits proposal. Harry was notorious for keeping things light, in fact, she didn’t think she had ever heard of him asking someone out before. A buzz ran up her spine; the two drinks she had finished must have started taking effect.

Harry’s face deflated at her extended silence.

“Or not,” he stepped back. “It’s fine either way.” He went to walk away, but Y/N surprised the both of them by taking hold of his wrist and shifting his weight back toward her.

“I didn’t say no.”

“You didn’t say yes either.” A small flicker of hope danced across his features; his charming essence that she was used to threatening to emerge from the cheeky glint in his eye. Y/N bit her lip, causing his blown out pupils to dilate further. Okay, she thought. So it wasn’t just the lights.

She had to confess that she was enjoying the attention. To put it lightly, getting blipped off the face of the earth didn’t do wonders for her romantic life. Everyone she was interested in before were either five years older than her now, or processing the fact that they had disappeared into thin air for a significant amount of time. She took a moment to look at Harry. He wasn’t her type, not by any means, but she couldn’t help but let her mind wander. It had been a while since she had put herself out there. Maybe this was something she needed, especially to take her mind off of Tara. The hand that was still attached to his wrist fell lower to his fingertips. He manipulated her fingers until they were interlocked with his, the back of her hand pressed against his palm, calloused thumb tracing small circles over her knuckle. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Let me think about it,” she replied after a beat. “I can’t say yes right now, but I’m not saying no.”

Harry smiled. Not a smirk, but an actual, genuine smile. Y/N couldn’t think of a time she had seen him do that, not since last year when his father passed away. She knew he had a lot of responsibility, practically inheriting an entire company with little interest in the business operations of it. He was only taking PoliSci classes to understand the international market more, but she had heard through the rumour mill that he was closer to the likes of a scientific genius.

“Give me your phone,” he demanded softly, in a tone that she wouldn’t mind hearing again in a much more intimate situation. His fingers untangled from hers and he waited, palm outstretched for her to fish her phone out from her jeans pocket. Once she had unlocked it, he swiftly made quick work of typing his phone number under a new contact. “Here,” Harry handed her phone back, his number listed under ‘H’. She didn’t miss the way his fingertips brushed hers as he let her go. “This way you can let me know your answer when you’re ready.”

…

Two hours and eight (or was it nine?) drinks later, Y/N was past sufficiently inebriated. Lauren had forced her to take a shot of vodka as she grilled her about her conversation with Harry, which had then led to a very intense game of beer pong, which Y/N proceeded to lose abysmally. She had ended up leaning against a wall, participating in her favourite pastime - staring at Tara.

She truly couldn’t understand how someone could be so gorgeous. She was so animated when she spoke; her full lips framing her perfect smile every time she laughed. God, she would kill to make her laugh like that.

Y/N tore her eyes away from the dimple in Tara’s cheek and glided across to follow her line of sight. Her throat tightened at the sight of Peter, gesturing wildly with his hands as he tried to explain something. His head was tilted toward the floor, and Y/N watched as he looked up at Tara from under his eyelashes, both pausing for an extended moment to smile at each other.

She couldn’t blame Peter for the blush that creeped onto his cheeks, ears turning red as Tara responded to his rambling with just as much enthusiasm. Her fingertips brushed the outside of his still extended forearm and his jaw dropped slightly, lips parting as his gaze followed her movements. Her grip tightened slightly, and she gently pulled him closer, his hand finding purchase on her waist.

Y/N couldn’t watch anymore. She pushed through the crowd, finding the sliding doors that led to the backyard. Unfortunately that meant she had to pass the couple she was directly trying to avoid, and her shoulder bumped against Peter’s on her way through. She mumbled an apology as he whipped his head around to look at her for the first time in over a week. She refused to let him see the tears welling in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. Coughing slightly at the cloud of cigarette smoke as she opened the back door and almost tripping over the small hinge that allowed the door to slide open and close, Y/N found her way to a secluded corner of the backyard, practically falling onto the floor. She had found her way behind a bush, secluded from sight of the rest of the party guests. She leant her head up to the sky and blinked rapidly, willing herself to contain the tears. It didn’t work. They spilled over and began running down her cheeks, an exasperated sob managing to sneak its way through the barrier Y/N tried to keep closed in her throat. Y/N didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or her feelings, but she felt like she was going to pass out. It was a few minutes before she was able to compose herself to a point where she could breathe at a steady pace again.

“Uh,” Y/N looked up to find the one person she didn’t want to see. Peter had a hand stretched out halfway toward her, as if he wasn’t sure whether tapping on the shoulder would cause her to shatter completely. Wiping under her eyes to try and conceal any sign of crying, she sniffed. “Are you okay?”

“Like you care,” she bit back, wincing at the way her voice cracked. She was expecting Peter to leave, but he did the exact opposite, crawling into the confined space next to her. She could feel his body heat radiating to subside the goosebumps that were littering her upper arm. “Just go back to living your perfect little life with your perfect girlfriend.”

“What?”

“You and Tara. Obviously there’s something going on between the two of you.” Y/N shot daggers in his direction.

“Who, T?” Y/N rolled her eyes at the nickname. “No - there’s nothing between us. We went on one date last year and it was a disaster, we’re just friends.”

“Didn’t look like you were just friends in there.”

“She’s a very flirty drunk. I was just trying to make sure she didn’t go home with someone in that state. She’s really shy and has trouble with conflict, I didn’t want anyone to take advantage of that.”

They sat in silence for a moment.

“Do you-” Peter whispered, then paused, mulling over his choice of words. “Do you like her?” Y/N barked out a laugh.

“How could you not?” A tear dropped from the inner corner of her eye and fell onto her lap, leaving a small dark patch on the denim covering her inner thigh. “She’s smart, beautiful, nice, like I couldn’t imagine someone more perfect. Honestly, I can't believe she went on a date with you.”

“I didn’t know you were into girls,” Peter muttered, mainly to himself, choosing to ignore her last comment. Noticing Y/N’s incredulous expression, he smacked his hand onto his forehead. “Shit, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

Y/N giggled, earning a shy smile from Peter.

“I’m bisexual,” she said. “People are pretty.”

“Ah, so you were flirting with Osborn earlier,” he joked. There was something dark in his eyes, like he was waiting for confirmation. When she nodded, he turned his body so he was directly facing her. “It’s none of my business, and I know you hate me, but just be careful with him, okay?”

“I know,” she said. “He has a reputation.”

“Yeah, but that’s not what I meant. Forget it,” he shook his head, as if he was trying to shake a memory out of his brain. “As I said, none of my business.”

Another moment of silence passed.

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?”

“No.” Y/N was definitely drunk. She couldn’t stop words tumbling out of her mouth. “You’re just, so frustratingly good at everything. And everyone seems to love you, so I guess I just didn’t like you out of spite? It’s stupid, I know. And then you always seem to avoid me in class, I thought you hated me so I decided to hate you.”

Peter chuckled.

“What?”

“I thought the same thing about you. I only avoided you to stay out of your way so you wouldn't hate me more.” He laughed again, harder this time. Y/N processed Peter’s words, and soon the two of them were laughing together. The giggles subsided, and they sat, knees brushing, lazy smiles mirroring each other. Y/N cleared her throat.

“Can we start again?”

Peter’s smile grew wider.

“I’d like that.” He stood up, and held a hand out to her. She took it, willing herself to ignore the thought in the back of her mind that compared Peter’s rough hands to Harry’s. While they were both physically fit, she didn’t pick either of them to be the type to work out enough to have so much texture hardening their fingertips. Peter’s were worse than Harry’s, and his grip was stronger, yet more gentle, as if he was acutely aware of his own strength and was ensuring he wasn’t hurting her. He pulled her up like she was weightless, feet lifting slightly off the floor, to the point where she overbalanced into Peter’s chest. He was quick to steady her, hands wrapping around her biceps as hers met his sternum. Even in her inebriated state she noticed the defined muscle under his T-shirt. Y/N looked up at him, but he wasn’t staring back. His eyes grazed over her limbs, studying her to ensure she was steady on her feet before letting her go. She felt the breeze against her arms in the absence of Peter’s touch and she shivered.

“I'd offer you a jacket, but-" He gestured vaguely to himself and the lack of outerwear on his person. "Do you have a ride home?” Peter cocked his head to the side. She shook hers in response.

“My roommate and I were going to get an Uber or something, but I have no clue where she is now.”

“Let me drive you, I have my car. The heaters work pretty well. Do you have a house key?”

“Yeah. Haven’t you been drinking though?”

“Yes, but not enough to affect me at all.” She narrowed her eyes, distinctly remembering seeing him around the beer pong table an hour ago. “I promise. I was driving myself anyway so I barely drank anything, and I have an extremely fast metabolism so I'm probably 100% sober by now.”

“Okay,” she said. While she normally would be more concerned, the way he steadied her only seconds ago made her feel pretty comfortable that he was telling the truth. Still, it didn't stop her from scrutinizing him the entire way to his car, to make sure he didn't trip or stumble, even a little.

The drive home was quiet. Apart from the radio humming at a low volume and Y/N’s occasional directions, there was no sound. It was a comfortable silence, no tension charging between the two upon their confession that they were both a little envious of each other. Y/N’s drunk mouth spoke before her brain could catch up.

“Where do you live?”

“Uh,” Peter said, startled at the break of silence. “A couple of blocks from here. I live by myself, I didn’t really know anybody when I moved.”

“What about home then? Where did you grow up?”

If she was sober she would have noticed the crease forming between his eyebrows; how his shoulder blades tightened and lips pursed at her question. But the alcohol, while waning slightly, was still in effect, so she couldn’t hear the gravel in his voice as he spoke.

“New York. Queens. My parents passed away when I was a kid so I lived with my aunt and uncle.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he mumbled, and it sounded like he meant it. “I was young, so I don’t really remember much. Ben and May were basically my parents. I was really lucky to have them.”

“Was?”

“They, uh,” Peter’s voice cracked, and even Y/N could notice the shift in his demeanour. “They also died.”

“Oh my god.” Y/N’s jaw dropped. She didn’t know any of this before tonight. Thinking back to what he had said about Tony Stark, she realised just how many ghosts haunted his past. How did he go on? “This isn’t any of my business, but are you seeing anyone? That’s a lot of weight on your shoulders.”

He scoffed and shook his head.

“I don’t think anybody could really understand. There’s-” he paused for a moment. “There’s a lot about my life I find really hard to share, and I don’t really let people in.”

“Why are you telling me then?” He pondered the question, mulling it over in his head.

“I don’t know. Probably because it’s been a rough week. And you’re drunk, so you probably won’t remember much of this tomorrow.”

“I’m not that drunk.”

“Tell that to your mascara," he retorted. Her hands came up to wipe under her eyes, praying that she didn't look completely like a raccoon. Peter snickered. "And the wicked hangover you’re going to have tomorrow.” She hadn’t noticed, but her directions were clear enough that he had made the last couple of turns to her apartment unprompted. Peter shut off the engine and opened his door, walking around the front of the car to open the passenger side door. He held out his hand to help her out. She stepped out of the car moderately more gracefully than when he picked her up before, but still stumbled as the heel of her foot missed the curb. Once again, Peter managed to grab her, this time wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush to his chest. He shut the door with his other hand, keeping her put. She chanced the moment to look up at him. Under the streetlight she could barely see the mess of freckles that littered across the bridge of his nose. His eyelashes were impossibly long, and she cursed whatever god decided that men were to be blessed with such pretty eyelashes. He glanced down at her, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before her slowly sobering mind remembered that staring at someone was not usually socially acceptable.

“Thanks. Again.” She cleared her throat. “I feel like you’re always catching me.”

“Must have really good reflexes,” Peter whispered, finally letting her go. It was as if the two of them were scared to talk too loud, even though nobody else would be able to hear them at a regular volume. Y/N stepped to the side, careful to look first to where her feet would land, lest she toppled over again. "Or you're constantly tripping, so I'm always on guard."

“Thanks too, for bringing me home.”

“Anytime. Please drink some water before you get some sleep.”

“I will. Bye.” She raised a hand at a half-assed attempt at a wave, but every movement she made felt awkward.

“Bye.” Peter lent on the door of his car and watched as Y/N found her apartment key and let herself inside. Something compelled her to look out the window once she made her way to her room. Peter was still in the same spot as he was before she went inside, eyes glazed over seemingly staring at nothing. After a few seconds, he shook himself out of his haze and swiftly got back in his car, driving off almost as soon as the lights turned on.

She didn’t know what it was about that picture, but it made her completely sure about what she was about to do.

Hey Harry, it’s Y/N. I’m free next Saturday night if you are.

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Small beginnings

Chapter 1. Hey, bug.

A Nathan Drake x ofc fic

This is based off of the uncharted movie not the games

I hope everyone likes this, it’s something I’ve been working on for a while! :)

Chapter 2 here, chapter 3 here

“Hey, it’s me. I’m so sorry, bug. Call me back when you get this. Love you.”

I pulled the phone away from my ear, pressing the play button again. Her voice resonated through the speaker once more, the voicemail I’d listened to over and over. I really didn’t even need to listen to it anymore, I knew it backwards and forwards, the way her voice sounded as she enunciated each word, the small breath she took before those last two words. She’d said it a million times before, I knew she did, just like I knew she was sorry; I guess it doesn’t really matter what I knew though.

I closed my eyes tightly, tucking my head in between my knees.

“Why do you lock yourself up in these chainsss.” Her voice echoed through our apartment, and she dragged her finger over the clothes hanging in my closet. I pressed my arm over my eyes, breathing out a laugh as she picked out a dress to examine.

“You’re wasting your time, Kate, I’m not going with you tonight.”

“Someday somebody's gonna make you want to turn around and say goodbye.” She sent me a sharp glare over her shoulder, turning the dial on the stereo causing the music to play louder. “Until then, baby, are you going to let 'em hold you down and make you cry?”

“God, you are so annoying!” I laughed as she threw a dress at my head.

The laughter echoed in my mind as my surroundings returned, the cold tiles of that bathroom pressed against my bare legs. I ran a hand through my messy curls before pressing the heels of my palms into my closed eyes. My flight to Barcelona leaves in a couple of hours and I had yet to shower or change out of the pajamas that hung from me, a combination of perfumes engrained in the fibers.

I was beginning to regret allowing Sully to recruit me once again. He’d never struggled to get me on board with any of his plans, despite my unyielding stubbornness. He had this way of getting me interested; then I’d ask questions and inevitably my curiosity would get the better of me and I’d find myself negotiating my cut with him. Magellan’s ships were a fable, or at least that’s what I’d believed, my parents had dedicated their lives to finding them, with no such luck. I had said as much to Sully when he’d first approached me with his plans. It wasn’t just my parents who’d spent years searching, he’d been hyper-fixated on the legend since I’d known him. That’s what had prompted our introduction in the first place; his association with my parents during their searches. I was so much younger then, never paying much mind to my parents’ ramblings about the riches they believed to be onboard.

“JFK please,” I spoke to the cab driver as I slipped into the back with my duffel bags. “Oh, one-stop first please, Safeguard storage down on Liberty Avenue.” The cabby nodded in response to my words. Inside my storage locker, I placed a single six-by-four cardboard box, within the box lay a piece of paper folded into thirds, inscribed on the paper was the location at which I’d find my cut from the sale of the Sancy diamond. A beloved member of the Louvres ancient collection, believed to have belonged to the Mughals of antiquity. I’d managed to swipe the cursed diamond from the museum. Perhaps swiped was an inaccurate representation, what I’d done had taken years of preparation, meticulous research, and unmatched skill. It was certainly not my first time, perhaps not even the most valuable thing I’d stolen, though, it was certainly high on the list. There were warrants for my arrest in several countries the world over, well, not for my arrest specifically but for the arrest of The Rook. Gender unknown, appearance unknown, really nothing was known about The Rook. About me, I suppose. I’d laid low for a while, cooling off from my general business, but then everything went to shit. And hey, maybe stealing the Sancy came from an angry place, but God did it feel good.

I pressed my phone to my ear, letting the voicemail play once again. The one-way flight to Barcelona was about consecutive eight hours, most of which I dozed off for content that I’d arrive at least an hour before Sully. I’d known the man since I was a kid, perhaps that is why I was extra weary of him. Or perhaps that was merely a symptom of my severe trust issues, but c’est la vie, I suppose. My connections had informed me of the company Victor Sullivan had been keeping, the company that he was now planning to cut into our deal; a fact he’d yet to tell me directly.

Nathan Drake, brother of Sam Drake, our very much deceased associate. I was willing to bet Sully had left that tid-bit out. The last I’d heard from Sully he’d acquired the cross and would meet me in Barcelona.

I camped out beside the baggage claim at customs, awaiting the intel from my connection. My phone buzzed a moment later. ‘Black utility backpack, Drake.’ The text brought a smirk to my lips. It truly was too easy, I scanned the conveyor belt, finding the bag swiftly. Sure enough, inscribed on the tag was the tell-tale surname. I glanced around for any onlookers before unzipping the bag just enough to reach within and feel around. It wasn’t long before my palm wrapped around the cool metal. In a single maneuver, I pulled the cross from the backpack and slipped it into the waistband of my shorts. Re-zipping the bag I dropped it onto the conveyor belt. I waited for Sully and his new friend to emerge from the airport before hailing a taxi and instructing it to follow their car.

My phone buzzed again, Sully this time, a text asking for the location to meet at followed by another asking if I was in Barcelona yet. I responded with a thumb-up emoji and the address I’d given the driver. Leaning my head back against the worn seat beneath me, my eyes fluttered closed. For a while, there was nothing, save for the low hum of the radio playing flamenco melodies. It was not long, however, before the memories started to flood in.

“I feel like we should go to Europe.”

I snorted as I set the table before me, adjusting the silverware that glittered under the overhead lights. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“I just feel like everything would be better there, I mean it’s Europe, how could it not be better.”

I raised an eyebrow at her, placing the entrée plates down. “We can’t go to Europe. Dinner service starts in half an hour.”

She rolled her eyes in response. “I know I’m right, Xan, nothing would feel so bad, or hurt as much.” My heart ached at her words. I glanced at her sympathetically. Exactly five hours ago Kate had met her birth parents. They’d hugged and cried and then told her never to contact them again.

“How can you be so sure?”

She plopped down into a seat, fiddling with the edge of her black vest. “I have to be, I just have to be. Because if I’m not then I just have to accept that things might never feel any better and I’m not sure I can be okay with that.”

I studied her for a long moment. The furrow of her brows, her downturned gaze, the way her left cheek pulled in as she bit into the flesh. It was as if she was a balloon and someone had just untucked the knot, freeing all the helium within. I’d never seen her so… Deflated. “I do like sangria.” Her eyes met mine then, a little flicker of the Kate I’d known my entire life present.

“I like the idea of Barcelona.” She responded quietly.

I shrugged. “I guess that’s where we’ll go then. We’ll spend our days lying by a beach, cooking in the sun like lizards and drinking ourselves silly on sangria and not caring what anyone has to say because all we need is each other.” I squatted down in front of her, taking ahold of her hands. “That’s all we ever need.”

“Estamos aquí, señorita.” My eyes shot open as the driver addressed me for the second time. I sat up in my seat, glancing ahead to see the bridge Sully had told me to meet him at.

“Gracias.” I responded, slipping money into his hand before exiting the car.

Sully and Sam’s brother were facing away from me, speaking in hushed tones. “There she is!” Came Sully’s familiar voice as I approached the pair.

I shook my head at him immediately before nodding toward Nathan. “Absolutely not.”

“Xanthe, this is Nate,” Sully informed, ignoring my words.

With a roll of my eyes, I disregarded Nate’s outstretched hand. “When exactly were you going to tell me about the new addition, Sullivan?”

“Right now.” He responded with a shrug accompanying a sheepish look, my irritation only grew at his words. “And by the way, what’s with the spy games why’d we have to meet here?”

I crossed my arms over my chest, holding Sully’s gaze with unwavering determination before turning it to Nate. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was but there was something vaguely familiar about him. “Just had to make sure you weren’t followed.”

“Okay, I’m pretty sure I can spot a tail, kid.” He scoffed.

A scoff left me as I scanned the bridge. “That’s funny, especially considering I’ve been on you since the airport.” My eyes returned to Sully’s as he glared at me in disbelief. “If he’s in I’m out,” I added.

“Come on, Xan, don’t be like that, he could be an asset. Just give him a chance.”

Before I could stop myself, a laugh fell from my lips. “Oh sure, you know me, always the optimist. Hey, you know what? Why don’t we all head to a cocktail bar, we can drink cosmos and braid each other’s hair.” Sully sighed exasperatedly, shaking his head in my direction. Nate glanced between the two of us, the corner of his mouth upturned. “Best of luck getting that treasure with one cross, Sully.” I turned sharply on my heel, walking away from the pair, ignoring Sully’s calls of my name. I pressed a hand to my satchel, reassurance that both crosses were safely stowed away. The corners of my lips upturned as I felt the hard metal beneath the fabric.

I chanced a glance over my shoulder as I reached the edge of the bridge. Nate’s eyes met mine as he realized the cross was missing. I missed Sully scolding him as I propelled myself over the side of the bridge, landing on a rooftop adorned by a number of constructed skylights that split the roof into pathways. I sprinted down the main clearing, one hand wrapped tightly around the strap of my back. Curls whipped around my face as I swerved between courses. Nate was hot on my tail and clearly unyielding in his efforts to catch me. I turned abruptly running down a different pathway that led to a steeple atop the building. My body crashed to the ground as another tackled me. I swore at him as he pressed my front to the cement.

“This could’ve been easy.” He chuckled, evidently feeling pretty good about himself. “Xanthe was it? Here’s how this is gonna go, Xan, I’m going hold onto these crosses and you’re gonna play nice. If you can do that then I might consider letting you back in on the plan.” He spoke after snatching my bag. I gritted my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “Do you think you can do that?” My eyes opened as he spoke, nodding my head twice in response I clenched my hands into fists. “Good, ‘cause I really didn’t wanna have to hurt you.” He stood, freeing my limbs from his weight. I moved to my feet at once, turning to face him swiftly. Our eyes met once again as he studied me. I took a solitary step toward him, slow and non-threatening. With an outstretched hand, I offered him a pleasant smile. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly as his lips upturned, one of his cheeks had the impression of a dimple as he filled my hand with the warmth of his.

In a move that demonstrated nothing if not practiced precision, I yanked his body toward mine letting go of his hand only to reach over his shoulder and grab the strap of the satchel. I kneed him in the groin as hard as I could, a pained gasp leaving him along with the air in his lungs. In mere seconds I hooked my right leg around the back of his knee and swept his leg from under him, as he fell, I slipped the satchel from him. “Awe, I wouldn’t worry about that,” I spoke as I slung it over my body, grinning at him as he clutched his groin, face contorted in pain. With that I whipped around, leaping into the steeple, and finally putting some distance in between Nate and myself. I reached the outer edge of the roof when I heard footfalls on my tail once more. “Crap.” I breathed, glancing behind me to see Nate once again chasing after me. I dropped down onto the leaf-covered ground, bracing before standing up straight once more and taking off toward the street before me. Nate’s shouts echoed from behind me. I glanced around spotting a manmade waterfall-like feature. This could either be a really good idea or my worst yet. Leaping into the water, I ran as fast as I could, lifting my knees high with each step to move swiftly through the rushing water.

“OH SHIT!” I heard Nate shout as he leaped for me but managed to slip and fall into the pool below. I stopped for a split second to witness his fall before jumping onto the roof of a car and sliding down the window. He met my eyes as my feet hit the ground and I picked up my pace, maneuvering around the crowded courtyard to reach the car I’d hired. I accelerated immediately when the car roared to life, before slamming my foot against the break when Nate threw at the car, slapping his hand against the hood. “Listen, you don’t know where you’re going with the keys! You’re looking for a tree, right?!” He yelled in between deep breaths.

I pressed my finger to the window button, rolling it down just slightly. “Fuck off!” I responded, accelerating slightly, he remained before me, unwavering in his efforts.

“Listen to me! The eighteen were willing to wait years to go back for the gold, they wouldn’t have picked a tree as a marker.” He explained, far more calmly than before. There was a certain quality to his eyes now, something I hadn’t seen before, something almost pleading. “They would’ve picked something more permanent.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “You’re full of shit.”

“Hey, let her go, she knows how to use the keys, so she doesn’t need us right? I guess she doesn’t need this either.” Sully called, appearing from the crowd, and pulling a worn, leather-bound notebook from the backpack.

Nate nodded, finally stepping away from the car. “Okay be my guest, get out of here.”

I shrugged, foot hovering over the accelerator as I stared at the notebook in Sully’s hand. They were right, as incredibly unlikely as it had seemed, I would need their help to find the gold. Bile rose in my throat at the thought. I sighed heavily, removing my foot from the accelerator. A knowing smirk took over Nate’s features; it suited him. He approached the car, leaning against my door, now far closer to me than I was comfortable with. The fact that he was cute made him so much more annoying. “If it’s not a tree, what is it?”

“At the auction house, Moncada called it an ‘altar crucifix.’ I didn’t think about it then, but it means that the cross was originally made to stand on an altar.”

I nodded at his words. “In a church?” It was Nate’s turn to nod now, I held his gaze for a moment, you could tell a lot about a person from their eyes. He told me this was about far more than finding some ancient treasure. “Which church?” I added, Sully’s voice echoing mine.

“God, you guys never stop, do you?” I rolled my eyes at Nate’s words. “Look, if we want to get the gold, we’re gonna have to figure out a way to trust each other.” He reached his hand out towards me. “So, give me the key.”

With gritted teeth, I held the bag toward him. “Which church?” As it transpired the church in question was Santa Maria del Pi. “Saint Mary of the Pine,” I murmured running my fingertips over the engraved tree plaque.

“You might just be a genius.” Sully praised causing me to roll my eyes, an action that seemed to be my natural state in the presence of the two men beside me. “Now you know why I brought him.”

I glanced around in search of the entrance, muttering under my breath. “’Genius' is a bit of a stretch.” Nate scoffed at my words, raising a solitary eyebrow at me. “Fine. Good work, superstar.” With that, I began to approach the nuns who were gathered by the doorway. In the reflection of the windows, I could see Nate’s eye following my profile, I wondered if it was out of distrust or if it was a side effect of an entirely different feeling, whichever it was it brought an extra pep to my step. I asked the nuns about attending the church in Spanish. The years of travel I’d undergone in my formative years had evidently allowed me to pick up many languages, however, Spanish was always the one I gravitated toward the most. When I returned to Nate and Sully they were arguing in hushed tones. I cleared my throat to gain their attention. “There’s a midnight mass tonight, so tomorrow’s the earliest we can take a look around.” The pair nodded glancing back at the church as Sully spoke up.

“You’ve got the gear at the house, right?”

With a nod of my head, I turned back toward the hire car, not bothering to ensure they were following. The drive was mostly silent, the words exchanged by the three of us few and far between. I was unsure how trustworthy Nate was, he seemed so… Soft, alarmingly so. At this point I wasn’t sure if I believed him or pitied him, this wasn’t the business to be gentle in. His brother had that quality as well, I suppose you might call it kindness, perhaps compassion. It was this deep-seated warmth that they seemed unable to shake, regardless of the cocky repartee they both put forth. Sam was the perfect example of why it pays to be dubious, why you shouldn’t let emotions guide your actions; just look at what happened to him. There was something different about Nate though, something I didn’t see in Sam, though I guess I didn’t really know a great deal about either of the Drake brothers, particularly not when I’d only just met Nathan today. I shook off the thought of wanting to know him.

From a young age, it became apparent to me that I was on my own. That might seem dramatic, but it was true, nonetheless. I was certain my parents were unaware of my existence most of the time. When they would enter a room, I was in, if they took note of my presence their only reaction was a startled one. It was as if I was a stranger, an unwelcome visitor in their home. They would gaze at me and behind their eyes, I saw nothing, no recollection, no warmth, only expectance, and something I assumed was their search for the correct words to speak to me. It was a jarring culmination of moments, my childhood. There were certain memories that were what I’d expect to see in a film depicting a family who felt nothing if not unyielding love for one another. I recalled sitting on my father’s knee as he read to me from a historical textbook or novel. The memory that followed shortly after this was sitting on the cold hard ground of an airport somewhere near Tunisia awaiting my parents. Our flight back to New York was supposed to leave at eleven AM, my parents had planned to come to the airport separately. I sat with my back to the wall, flicking through the pages of a book of art, repeatedly. The sun set and I could just about recite the bibliography by heart. They had decided they weren’t ready to give up their treasure hunt so soon, at least that’s what my nanny, Marie, told me. I didn’t see my parents until we arrived back home. My father had offered me a pat on the head as he retreated to the study with my mother, though no words were exchanged between us. I was on my own. Until I met Kate Vincent. We were twelve and she was the only person I invited to my birthday party; we’d never spoken but she never really spoke to anyone then. She would sit by herself every day at school, a book in her hands as she ignored everyone around her. Marie insisted I have at least one person over for my birthday, but I didn’t like anyone enough to invite them, or perhaps I just didn’t want to have to explain why my parents weren’t there. Kate didn’t ask, she didn’t say much at first, I was honestly surprised she even showed up. We sat at the table picking at slices of cake backed by Marie, it was just the two of us at the table when I finally cracked, finding the silence almost unbearable. “My parents aren’t here, I’m pretty sure they don’t know it’s my birthday.” It hadn’t been a complaint, merely information.

She nodded gently, picking at her fingernails. “I’ve never met my parents.” She spoke finally. From that day forward she was the only person in the entire world who I let in. My best friend, my sister. The person I knew everything about and the only one who knew everything about me in return.

Sully tilted the bottle of Rioja toward my glass but as the red liquid poured in, I was long gone, sitting in a different room years before.

The living room of our apartment was mostly bare, the only décor, a few magnets on the fridge, and Kate at my side. We had seated ourselves on the hardwood floor, a bottle of wine between us and a single slice of pizza remaining in the grease-stained box. “We did it, we really did it, bug.” She murmured, glancing around.

“Fuck yeah we did!” I clinked my glass with hers before sipping deeply. “It’s a little shitty but it's ours, so who cares.”

Joyful tears brimmed her eyes as she glanced at me. “I love it so much!” I beamed at her, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward me to embrace her. She laid her head in my lap as I stretched my legs out. “It really is so shit.” She laughed through her tears, scanning the tiny apartment. I laughed along with her, moving to lay on my back beside her. “You’re right though, it’s ours.” I sent her a sidelong smile. “Our shitty apartment.” She gripped my hand tightly as we stared at the roof. “I’m so glad I met you.” I agreed wholeheartedly with her sentiment.

I gripped the wine glass so tightly I was surprised it didn’t shatter in my hand. “I found my cross in a crypt in Genoa, I wasn’t even looking for it, so I certainly didn’t realize it was key to a much bigger fortune,” I spoke, needing anything to focus on instead of the white-hot ache in my chest. “Sully knew though.”

We continued to discuss the use of the keys; Sully added. “Well, it’s a good thing the eighteen didn’t trust each other, or we wouldn��t be here, right? Like one big happy family.”

“Toast?” Nate spoke up.

Sully and I agreed, lifting our glasses.

“Arriba, abajo, al centro y pa’ dentro."

Nate began to take large gulps from his glass, I narrowed my eyes, making a face of disgust at the obscene noises he emitted. “Hey, kid, slow down. That’s a vintage rioja, all right? You might want to just taste it, savor it.” Sully scolded.

“Or chug it down like you’re on spring break,” I muttered, shaking my head and laughing gently as Nate left the room. “I’m onto you, you know,” I spoke, turning to face Sully. “He’s Sam’s brother, isn’t he?”

He shrugged in response. “Oh, wow, you cracked the case. Great job, Xan.”

“Does he know what happened?”

“Not yet. I-I’m gonna tell him.”

I pursed my lips, Victor Sullivan had been in my life a very long time, I knew better than to take him at his word. “When?”

“Why do you care so much? A few hours ago, you were ready to ditch me over bringing him onto the team.”

Nate returned before I had the chance to answer. “Who’s still thirsty? I found another bottle of red.”

“Hey, kid, you think she’s okay? My cat.”

“You have a cat?” I questioned incredulously as Nate plonked down onto the couch beside me.

Sully nodded, staring intently at his phone. “The man from the app said he was gonna feed her, but he hasn’t texted me back yet.”

“I don’t know what’s cuter, your concern or the fact that you just said ‘the man from the app.’” Nate teased, handing the bottle to me. Our fingers grazed as I took it, his hand was warm against mine and the lingering touch sent a shiver down my spine. I blamed the reaction on a lack of human contact over the last couple of months, turning quickly to face Sully once more as he tapped aggressively at the glowing screen.

As the night progressed, Sully retired to his room, and it was only Nate and I left talking. I stood abruptly, walking out onto the balcony. The cool breeze was a welcome relief. “Are you coming?” I called over my shoulder. A beat later he was at my side, bottle of wine in hand. I breathed a laugh, taking it from him and sipping deeply from it. A drop of wine slipped from my mouth, streaming down the curve of my chin. Nate took a step toward me, hand moving to rest on my cheek as he swiped the stray liquid with his thumb. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the fabric of his shirt brushing against my chest ever so slightly as I inhaled. He smelt faintly of whatever cologne he’d used last, red wine, and the earth.

“So, when did you decide to become Indiana Jones?” He breathed out, and his hand fell from my cheek, though he didn’t step back.

The air felt thick, hard to force into my lungs. “I’ve always liked finding things, I used to dig up all sorts of stuff and bring it to my nanny to see what she thought the history might be. This-”, I twirled my finger around the air, gesturing to the house and us. “Isn’t my usual gig, but I’m what I like to call a freelancer.” He nodded at me as I brought my hand up to catch the ring fastened to his neck, moving the metal between my fingertips to read the inscription. “Sic Parvis Magna.” I managed to read. “Greatness from small things?”

“Beginnings, close, greatness from small beginnings.” I nodded at his words, daring a glance up into his eyes, hand resting against his chest as I continued to grasp the ring. He was so close; the worst part was that I didn’t want to push him away. I told myself I was only entertaining the thought because it distracted me from reminiscing. “Hey, why did you show the stuff you dug up to your nanny? Weren’t your parents around?” There was no malice behind the question, only gentle curiosity. I shrugged, offering a small shake of my head in response. His hand fell upon my upper arm. “Who needs ‘em anyway.” He murmured.

I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I’d had a similar philosophy most of my adult life. I remember Sam telling me about his and Nate’s upbringing with the nuns. “Where’d you get it?” I nodded toward the ring still in my grasp

“It was my brother, Sam’s, he gave it to me before he left.” The sentiment brought a very small, bittersweet smile to my lips. I dropped the ring back against his chest before placing my hand over it softly. His own coming to envelope mine a beat later. This was dangerous, temptingly so. My other hand traced up from his elbow to his shoulder. Our eyes were locked in a silent battle, intent on finding who would break first. I was almost certain he’d leaned toward me, perhaps I’d leaned toward him, whatever the case there was an intangible magnetism between us in that moment that seemed set on drawing us in. He tucked a stray curl behind my ear, his fingers dancing down my cheek to the curve of my jaw. Just as I decided this was the perfect distraction from my unbearable thoughts, he opened his mouth once more. “I’ve got it.” I furrowed my eyebrows at his sudden words. “I’ve figured out why you’re so familiar. You’re from New York, right? You came into the bar I work at.” The familiarity suddenly dawned on me as he continued. “I remember because you gave me a fake name and I called you out on it.” He grinned at me.

The memory made me snort. “You were the weird bartender who kept flirting with me.” I teased.

He gasped. “That’s not exactly how I remember it, sweetheart.”

“Oh really, well how do you remember it, Drake?”

With a smirk, he began to recount the night in question. “I remember you hanging off every word I spoke when I told you about the history of the Moscow mule. Then you did that little move of yours where you tilt your head back to shake your hair and make sure every person in the room is incapable of looking away.” I rose an eyebrow at his words. He was right, I was flirting back that night.

“Seems like you have a pretty vivid memory there. Only you’re missing one part, I wasn’t doing it for every person in the room.” I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck as I leaned up to murmur in his ear. “Just you.” His breath fanned over my lips as I returned to face him.

His lips were merely a head tilt away. I was more than happy to oblige, however, before our lips could meet, he spoke once more. “Even your friend thought you should give me your number.” He’d meant it as a teasing remark, I knew that. “You know, the red-head you were with.” He explained as my body tensed. I pulled away from him then, putting some much-needed space between us. He furrowed his eyebrows questioningly. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, of course not, it’s just a big day tomorrow we should really get some sleep.” I cleared my throat, picking at my nails as I awaited his response.

“Yeah, o-okay, sure.” With that I left him on the balcony, walking swiftly to my room. It wasn’t until the door was shut, my back pressed against it, that I could breathe properly again. I slid down the cool wood, pressing my cheek to my knee. What was I thinking, he’s an associate, sleeping with him when I knew about his brother was completely wrong, I was an idiot for thinking that it was a good idea to mix business and pleasure. We would find this gold, split the cash, and go our separate ways.

That is how it would be.

That is how I wanted it to be.

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nightlytom · 1 year

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Where you and Tom spread the horrible news what happened in Turkey and regions on your socials and donate also money to help.

This a not an usual fanfic, please read and try to help🙏🏽

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It was around 9 in the morning when you heard the devastating news about what happened in Turkey/ Türkiye. You had your second bite from your breakfast, that your boyfriend Tom Holland had made for you two, when you saw it on social media.

“Powerful earthquake kills at least 1.500 in Turkey, Syria, Lebanon and across region” And as the seconds you where reading the few words the numbers raised more and more.

You choked on your food, coughing while

Tom runs to your side and helps you to get normal. “Baby, you okay? What happened?” Tom asked while you just showed him the news.

“Oh my god. Poor people. Can we do something about it?” He asked and looked through his own phone for other articles. Most of them showed up in English , as you two were right know at Toms home country.

“There are some places where you can donate clothes, blankets, instant food, baby essentials and more. Look, baby!” You said as you showed him an official site from the Turkish government.

“We can donate money here. We need to share it also on social media, more people need to know about this!”

“Baby, send me the links and donation sites. I’ll text the boys to share the info too, we can’t look away, when people lost their loved ones and homes. We need to stick together and help each other.” Tom said, while making a post for His socials.

“And we can’t forget the animals. They have a lot of strays back there. We need to help them! And poor people, some of the regions can’t get help, because the highway is destroyed too. They can’t reach them by car or transporters. We should donate too, we have so much money and thank god, we are doing great, Tom.”

“Best thing to do, is donate money right now, because that’s the fasted way to help them. This weeks money should just go for donations, don’t you think?” He asked you and you agreed with him. Hugging him tight, because luckily, you where healthy and in a warm home in your boyfriends arms.

These are the following links he and you posted on the socials.

AFAD- TURKISH CIVIL PROTECTION SERVICE https://www.afad.gov.tr/deprem-bagislari

KIZILAY- TURKISH RED CRESCENT https://www.kizilay.org.tr/Bagis/BagisYap/404/pazarcik-depremi-bagisi

SYRIAN ARAB RED CRESCENT https://sarc.sy/home/

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boiohboii · 4 months

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The people's sweethearts

Ch II

(Verstappen!reader x tom holland x zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

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ch.I

Faceclaim: kiki hertz

Tom prided himself in never exposing his soulmark, he let a lot of things out that shouldn't be and his soulmark not being one of those is such an achievement. Mostly because from a very young age, when he started acting, his mother would make sure he covered it up with makeup so that no one, not even those behind the scenes would see it.

"So, you're invited to watch cars drive in circles?"

Meeting Zendaya had been a dream, they both felt the need to be closer to each other whenever possible even before they discovered their identical soulmarks. Both of them working and hanging around each other made it so much difficult to conceal their newfound relationship and eventually the whole world knew that both of them were soulmates, and not just that, everyone was now aware that Tom Holland and Zendaya Coleman were fated to have a third lover, a third soul with them to keep them sane from all the chaos their lives bring in the form of fans and crazy paparazzi.

"How can you say that?" Tom looked back at his girlfriend as he poured himself some tea "you literally met Lewis Hamilton not that long ago!"

Tom was painfully aware of the fact that Zendaya isn't that interested in either of the sports he enjoys: formula 1 and golf.

"Oh yeah, at a fashion show," Zendaya recalls as she moves over to hug tom from behind, resting her chin on his head. "He was nice."

"Do you think we'll meet our darling soon?" Zendaya asked, making Tom leave his drink to hold her hand in reassurance.

"I think so," turning around he let go of one of zendaya's hands to let his palm rest on her cheek "I know that I met you when I kept thinking about my soulmate, so I have a feeling that we'll meet darling soon."

The couple had taken to calling their third soulmate Darling, a nickname that they both agreed to reserve for their missing soul.

"Yeah, I feel so too."

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With his work schedule Tom wasn't able to attend much f1 races, but when he could he did, and most of them were the infamous English track, Silverstone.

But here in Monaco, the races were something else, Tom can feel how the people in this country were raised watching these cars from their homes, cheering for their favorite driver and the preparations for the race throughout the entire country are just mind blowing (he promised himself that he would bring Zendaya here for a vacation, this place is amazing).

"Is something wrong?" The voice of Christian Horner stopped Tom dead in his tracks, the team principle of the red bull formula 1 team making him feel like a little child caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

"Oh, um, yeah, yes-" clearing his throat Tom couldn't help still looking around, wanting to see the reason of the all too familiar tugging his heart "just looking around, the race is very different from Silverstone, the atmosphere is just so..."

And there it was, the reason his heart is pulling, the person he hoped he would meet as soon as he felt their presence in this specific garage, his darling; their darling.

"Well, Monaco is the heart of motorsport, especially formula 1, you can't live here without being a fan really."

Christian wasn't an idiot, he had eyes and his observational skills were too good. It wouldn't be the first time he witnessed a celebrity looking at yn verstappen, the girl hooking everyone in with her innocent face and charming smile. It would, however, be the first time he saw someone loose their breath over her and he knew what that meant, he knew that expression; he had went through it when he met his wife, he saw it on Max when he met Kelly and now he is going to see it on yn.

He thought he met an angel when he saw Zendaya, he thought that the feeling he would get when meeting their darling wouldn't be as strong, as intense, but seeing her there, standing next to Adrian Newey with a notebook and a pen in her hands, discussing something that seemed so important, made him unaware of anything else. She was all he could see, hear and feel. She was who they had been missing, and god did she make him want to scream at the top of his lungs.

He felt his chest swell up with emotions as he quickly reached for his phone, calling the one person he knew would calm him down.

"Hey baby, how's the race going?"

"Z, she's here," Tom rushed out as he maneuvered between the never ending sea of people to a quite place- well as quite as it can get in Monaco during a formula 1 race.

"What? Who's here?"

"Darling! She's here!"

"Darling is a she?"

Gathering her thoughts Zendaya left the lounge area of her hotel suite, dismissing the makeup artists and stylists with a smile and wave of her hand before entering the bedroom within the suite.

"Okay, okay, calm down baby," Zendaya spoke as she ran her hand through her hair "how about you go talk to her, yeah?"

"I can't, oh my god, what if she doesn't even feel the same pull- it's a stupid way to describe it but you know that's how I felt when I met you and it's the same but so much worse cause you're not here with me and I can't do this-"

"Honey, calm down, it's okay, let's take it step by step, did you check her wrist?" Being met with silence worried the tall girl, she knew how it might come off to him when she was basically asking him to check actual evidence and not take his feelings too seriously "I know your feelings, I get that, I felt the same with you, but it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Yeah, yeah," shuffling was heard before Tom apologies for, what zendaya assumed, pumping into someone "no, yeah, you're right, stay with me on the line, I'm going to try and see. She's wearing a sleeveless dress so that will make it easier."

Even though she didn't want to spoil it for herself, she wanted to get 100% of the awe and the fondness for herself, Zendaya couldn't help but ask "what does she look like?"

"So beautiful, Z" the way Tom spoke, the breathlessness and amazement in his voice made her want to cry, she wanted to be there, she wanted to be with him when they first saw her, that's how they always envisioned it.

"Okay, so I checked, and oh my god it's there, it's the same Z, what am I supposed to do, oh my god"

"Here's what you're going to do, you're going to tell her right now!"

"There are like 100 people around, how am I supposed to do that!"

"I don't know tom, tell her you wanna speak to her or something, make it up!"

"I can't do this, I can't, I am freaking out!"

"Oh my god, you're an actor, pretend it's a scene"

"Will you be able to pretend?"

"Well no, but I'm not the one that can see her, am I!"

"Okay, okay, deep breaths, I am going to tell her with you on the phone, alright?" Tom said as he started moving towards the blonde, his confidence building up with his taller soulmate cheering him on through the phone

"Holy shit" and there goes the little confidence he had

"What? Tom! Answer me! Is she dating someone, I swear to god if she is-"

"No, no, she's not," looking back at his soulmate "at least I don't think she is. God, there's no way I am telling her shit now."

"Why not?"

"Her brother can literally run me over with his small rocketship of a car! I am not doing anything when he is literally two centimetres away from her!"

What Tom failed to realise was how Christian Horner had joined the pair of siblings, telling Max and Yn of his earlier observations, which made all three of them look at the young brit in sync.

"Um, Z, I think we won't have to worry about me telling her."

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bonesandchalamet · 10 months

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perfect - t.holland

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requested: y- “Could you do reader and Tom or Harry with newborn !!”

pairings: dad!tom holland x mom!reader

warnings: fluff + child has been given a name

a/n: I hope I did this justice 🫡 I’m not very good with writing newborns!

you can’t figure out what you’re more obsessed with: her rolls, feet, or the fact that she looks exactly like Tom.

you haven’t been able to move from the crib. you should be asleep, but your eyes are glued to the crib where your newborn daughter, Emma, lays asleep.

you know Tom will come in any second. he’ll be concerned why you’re not in bed or pumping. he’ll ask if something’s wrong with Emma or with you. he’ll ask a series of questions you’ve heard on record since you came home from the hospital, but you don’t mind them. he’s concerned for his two loved ones.

“everything alright?” there it is. you sigh, taking a look at him for a brief second before looking back at her. she hasn’t moved, yet every rise and fall of her chest makes your heart swell.

“I just can’t decide which part I love more of her.” you carefully tap your finger against the wooden edge of the crib.

Tom exhales quite happily, it’s nothing serious to be worried about. he carefully steps into the room, his hand rests against your lower back, “why don’t you go sleep? we can worry about what we love most once we’ve rested.”

you shake your head. there’s tears welling your eyes, you know this is just hormones— or maybe you’re just so in love you can’t move from her crib.

“I just want to stay here forever.”

“we’ll have plenty of time to stay in here forever. we need some sleep.” he assures you, his palm running over your dirty hair. you can’t remember the last time you’d showered coming to think of it.

“you’re right, I’m being ridiculous.” you nod along with him finally moving from the crib. the emotions had dried allowing the exhaustion to finally settle in your body. Tom promises to take the first shift after napping and you don’t argue, just settle into the mattress.

“and you’re not ridiculous. however, I think her rolls are quite adorable.”

—

three hours.

you’d been asleep for three hours and didn’t even hear a single noise from emma or Tom. you assumed he would need your help at some point, but having not heard anything from either of them. you could trust he had it all under control.

you slowly rise out of bed and exit the bedroom, you see Tom in your living room rocking chair. he’s got a bottle in one hand, and her cradled in his other arm. she looks quite cozy and content with him.

“you’re awake.” he looks up from her with a frown. his plans were to let you sleep as long as you needed, but he knew you couldn’t leave her alone for too long without checking on her. the silence was always scary to hear.

“I know.”

“she’s been sleeping this whole time. you can go back to bed if you’d like?” he recommends rather than offering. you know the suggestion is what you should take, but you can’t get yourself to move from where you’re standing. your eyes glued to her once again.

“it’s everything. that’s what I love about her.” you say finally taking your eyes off of your sleeping newborn to look Tom in the eyes.

he nods in agreement looking back down at her in his arms, “she’s perfect.”

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jahayla-parker · 10 months

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Crowded : Tom Holland x Reader SMAU

Desc.: Tom Holland Instagram SMAU based off bts for/of his show The Crowded Room. Fluff

Warnings: flirting, I think that’s all but lmk if you find others!

Note: to celebrate my 1k followers, it only felt right to go back to where I started, with a Tom Holland x Reader SMAU post. 💜

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tomholland2013: bts 📸 @/harryholland64 #thecrowdedroom

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hazosterfield: so stoked mate!

nikkihollandphotography: my boy ❤️

yourusername: so handsome 💙💙💙

yourusername: p.s. imy 🥰

tomholland2013: imy too❤️♾️

hollandfanatic17: so it begins! We can’t wait to see it! 🙌

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yourusername: it’s not about your reflection, it’s what you see beyond it ✨ (ft. This oddly cute airport elevator)

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zendaya: you shine so bright you need shades for even your reflection 🔥😎

yourusername: Ily Z 🥹

hazosterfield: zzzaayyummm

tomholland2013: 👀…

tomholland2013: it might not be about your reflection, but it sure is a magnificent thing 😍

yourlastname4eva: how does she look this good even at an airport?!?! 😭

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tomholland2013: working hard for you all on this one! 📸 @/harryholland64 #thecrowdedroom

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yourusername: How do you always manage to look so good?😍

tomholland2013: That’s you, darling 😘

harryholland64: eww

yourusername: @/harryholland64 go away Baz 👋

nikkihollandphotography: missing your smile Thomas ❤️

appletv: you won’t want to miss this! Be sure to tune in!

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yourusername: underground adventures 🗽

photo cred: @/harryholland64

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tomholland2013: you guys had Maccas without me? 💔

yourusername: you couldn’t leave set meanwhile Baz picked me up from the airport soooo 💁‍♀️

harryholland64: she made us order you some mate, chill 😂

yourusername: Harry! 🤦‍♀️ I swear the whole Holland family is infamous for spoiling things 😂💙

zendaya: cutie ❤️

yourusername: babe 🥹🤗

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yourusername: If you’re not planning on watching The Crowded Room on @/appletv , what’s wrong with you? 📸 #thecrowdedroom

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tomholland2013: a bit aggressive there love 😂😘

yourusername: I think it’s appropriate 🤷‍♀️😉

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yourusername: see Holland? 😘

nikkihollandphotography: there’s that smile 🙂

yourusername: isn’t it precious? 😍

nikkihollandphotography: definitely. Missing it and you all ❤️

yourusername: I was missing it too 🥺 and we love and miss you too Nikki 💙

hazosterfield: I’m planning on watching it 😎

yourusername: as you should 👏😉

hollandislife23: anyone notice how he’s smiling in this bts note that y/n is on set? 👀

tomhollandstans4evr: I want what they have!

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tomholland2013: missed seeing this between takes on set ❤️

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yourusername: I missed waiting for you bts on set 😘

tomholland2013: truly cherishing your supportive presence love ❤️

harryholland64: confession time: I missed having her on set too 🙂

tomholland2013: understandable 😌

yourusername: you two 🥹🥰 I’ve missed you both

zendaya: warning, I’m gonna have to steal her from your set for at least a day next week 😇

tomholland2013: 🤨

yourusername: oopp 🫣❤️

tholland_luvr: is that the Big Bang Theory? Iconic 👏😂

hollanderstribe: I’d wait on set for you too, just saying haha

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yourusername: some of my favorite boys

bts @/appletv #thecrowdedroom

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appletv: loving these btw photos 👏

tomholland2013: some of? 👀

harryholland64: yeah, some of???

yourusername: I can’t leave Paddy and Sam out of it; that’s just rude. 💁‍♀️

tomholland2013: or you could just leave Baz out of it too and problem solved 😉

harryholland64: now that ^ @/tomholland2013 was rude 😩

yourusername: @/nikkihollandphotography please send help 🫣❤️

nikkihollandphotography: boys, don’t fight over y/n lol

harry _n_tom_h: thank you for this gem 😍

dommoholland: ❤️

thomas4life: his smile 😭

hollandislife23: brought to you by @/yourusername 👏😍

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tomholland2013: finished wrapping @/thecrowdedroom and now I get to spend more time with this angel, I’m truly a lucky man to have this be my life ❤️

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yourusername: I didn’t know you took this 🫣 you’re lucky I love you 🥰

tomholland2013: I already said that 😘

zendaya: waking up to that view? 🙌 Lucky sounds like an understatement Holland

yourusername: Ily Z baby 💙

tomholland2013: that’s a good point 😌

hollanderarmy: she’s so pretty!

tsholland_: filming finished? Yay, that means we get to see it soon!

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yourusername: it’s time, go catch @/thecrowdedroom on AppleTv June 9th! 💙

So proud of you Tommy 😘

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harryholland64: so much time and effort went into this project, he did so well!

yourusername: 💯 couldn’t be happier for him. You did great too Baz 💙

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harryholland64: it turned out nice despite the photographer being irritated that he was distracted by @/yourusername hence the side gaze

yourusername: my bad 😂🤷‍♀️

tomholland2013: can you blame me? My love was radiant again tonight ❤️

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 💙🥹

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tomholland2013: Amazing night with amazing people celebrating an amazing achievement. ❤️ This was one of the hardest projects I’ve ever done, and I can’t wait for you all to see it! #thecrowdedroom

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yourusername: Thomas Stanley Holland, I’m so proud of everything you’ve done. This project is another prime example of how incredibly talented you are and the range you have as an actor. I loved getting to see you grow though this journey. I love you and can’t wait to see what comes next for you 💙

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The Marriage Project (15)

Um hi hello. I am alive and finished with my semester. Sorry for being flaky. I cannot believe this story has been ongoing for so long and honestly I am seeing light at the end of the tunnel for it so hopefully (fingers crossed) I will have it done by the end of summer! I can't wait to start posting more of Sweet Home Alabama because that story is close to my heart and I really love it :)

Ty all for sticking with me and welcome to any new readers!!

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Warnings: refers to heavy topics from previous chapters though they are not discussed in detail

Word Count: 2427

You lied to your parents and told them that you were working on the project Tuesday after school. It wasn’t completely false, you and Tom were gonna work on it after your conversation with Nikki, but you didn’t know what you’d tell them when your date on Saturday rolled around.

Sleeping was rough, but you managed to get a few hours in before your alarm woke you up early Tuesday morning.

Your school day was once again tough emotionally and socially, but at least you worked up the nerve to sit with your friends at lunch, knowing that all eyes were on you.

Word had gone around from Harrison’s friends that the school board had called him into a student hearing Friday, so now students had seemed to divide themselves into groups supporting either you or him.

You couldn’t necessarily blame those who supported him for not knowing the full story, but it still hurt to know that they were being manipulated by him.

Thankfully none of the girls at lunch brought him up, instead asking questions about Tom since you hadn’t talked to them much since Saturday night. You still didn’t really confirm or deny whether you were dating, though, instead just telling about what he did Friday night and how some of the dance had gone.

By the end of the school day, you were again exhausted (the lack of sleep on top of all the emotions you felt were not a good combo). You followed Tom’s car to his house where Nikki and Dom greeted you before Tom took you upstairs.

You sat in his room nervously messing with your ring while he showered. With you two dating, it felt even weirder now to think that he was just across the hall naked. And wet. You pushed the thoughts away and eventually he returned, hair still damp.

“Ready to go see my mom? I didn’t tell her much, but she knows that you’re here to talk to her and work on our project.”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess…”

She was in her office editing pictures when Tom stuck his head in.

“Hey mom? Is now a good time?” he asked softly as you appeared in the doorway behind him.

“Absolutely! Yes! Come on in, y/n. I have an extra chair right over here for you.”

You looked at Tom nervously.

“Do you want me to stay? I don’t mind either way,” he said.

“No, it’s okay. I think I’ve got this,” you replied. He pressed his lips to your temple then headed off, leaving you alone with Nikki. You shut the door behind you then sat down in the empty chair, curling your legs up.

“So what did you want to talk about? Tom mentioned it was something important. Is everything okay?”

After that, things were sort of a blur, because you essentially spilled your guts about almost everything, skipping over some of yours and Tom’s intimate moments. Tears flowed and Nikki listened, coming up to hug you and give you a shoulder to cry on after a little while. Finally you asked for her advice.

“I know I need to tell my parents, but I don’t know how or when. I just feel lost. Tom and my friends are helping as much as they can, but we’re the same age, they can only do so much.”

She contemplated for a bit while rubbing your shoulder.

“You know most people don’t talk about this kind of hurt for months or even years, if ever, but you’re breaking down barriers and making things happen. If you really want your parents to know, sit them down and have a real, meaningful conversation, just like we’re having. I know how much they love and care for you, and it sounds like you’ve got a lot of people ready to back you in this suit.”

You wiped your face of stray tears and tried to sit up straight.

“Thank you, for everything. I just really needed to talk to someone that isn’t my friends or my parents, you know?”

“Of course. I’m always here whenever you need me. Being a mom to four boys, I don’t get moments like this often. You’re really like a daughter I never had, and I’d do anything to make sure my kids are okay, even the non-blood ones.”

You gave a watery grin and mouthed “thank you.” She squeezed you into another hug.

After a while, you finally went back upstairs to work on the project with Tom. When you came into his room, he was sprawled across the bed looking at his phone.

“How was it? Did she help you out?” he immediately asked, sitting up. You took a spot next to him on the bed.

“Yeah, a lot actually,” you began, telling him everything.

After finishing explaining, you finally got to work. For the first time, you worked on his bed, laying on your stomachs shoulder-to-shoulder, the laptop in front of you.

The week's work only took about a half hour, so once you were done you closed the computer and rolled to face each other. You were between him and the wall just talking when things got a little more heated.

It started with just a soft kiss, but escalated into a makeout session with your hands tangled in his curls and his hands palming your lower back and neck. He rolled you onto your back, essentially laying on top of you.

Your body was heating up, but not just from the proximity. You’d never felt this level of passion with someone before. For starters, you’d never had that serious of a relationship with anyone, but the people you had fooled around with were… boring. Years of you and Tom challenging each other were being channeled into something new to both of you, and it was a lot to handle.

Maybe another part of you wanted to replace the bad memories from the previous weekend with good ones now, too. You weren’t quite apt to figure out the psychology, and the feeling of Tom against you was too distracting anyways.

You let it go on for a few minutes when his door flung open, revealing Harry. You both froze and looked at him in horror, Tom still on top of you.

“Ugh get that nasty shit out of here. Dinner’s ready,” he stated, beginning to walk out.

“You came in my room, asshole!” Tom exclaimed to his disgusted brother as he rolled off of you. You couldn’t help but laugh at their arguing. You took a quick glance in the mirror to fix your hair and assess your somewhat swollen, pink lips and flushed face.

Not too noticeable, right?

You fixed Tom’s hair as you went down the stairs and to the dining room. The whole evening, Harry avoided eye contact with you and Tom. No one else seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn’t say anything.

Paddy was back to treating you like normal. His crush was still apparent, but he respected yours and Tom’s relationship, asking you innocent questions throughout the meal.

Once it was over, you packed your things and prepared to head home.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, princess,” he said, giving you a peck in the doorway.

Princess.

That word had taken on a whole new meaning now, too. Before, it was something that got under your skin, but now the pet name was appreciated. You couldn’t help but get butterflies when he called you it.

The rest of the week went by okay, as most people were still too intimidated to talk to you and Tom about your relationship. Neither of you had explicitly gone out of your way to say “we’re dating!” but the time you spent together and a couple of stolen kisses fueled a lot of gossip.

Friday afternoon you heard some floating rumors that Harrison was in his school board meeting, which made you nervous all day, but you trusted Mrs. Johnson to fight for you using both the testimonies given and the photos you’d passed along to her.

That night, the football team had their first game of state finals, so they packed up the bus and headed out. With Tom gone and you finally free of any obligations, you and Alexis took a much needed trip to the diner.

It was refreshing hanging out with her outside of school. With your busy life of volleyball, the project, and schoolwork, along with Alexis’s own obligations, it felt like you had barely seen each other outside of a classroom.

“I’m telling my parents about Tom tonight, before our date tomorrow. He said he was going to make it special,” you stated in broken language between bites of your typical cheese fries.

“Where do you think he’ll take you?”

“No idea, honestly. As far as I’m concerned, the only ‘special’ places we have are the school, his house, and his grandparents’ house, and I doubt it involves any of those places.”

“Hm. Weird. Plus it’s too cold to really do much outside anymore. You know I still find it funny that you wear your plastic ring. I heard someone say today that they think it’s a purity ring.”

You burst into laughter with your best friend.

“You can’t be serious! Oh my gosh people are ridiculous. I like it, that’s all! Obviously now it’s a little more emotional, but even before I thought it was cute. Tom strung his on his necklace, too. Which is like, the most important thing he owns.”

“I guess that’s just another Tom and y/n thing. It just seems like after all these years, you’re suddenly the closest couple ever. Does it feel like you’re moving too fast?”

You contemplated her question for a moment, sipping down some of your drink.

“I think if this were any other relationship, yeah, maybe it would be. I mean, I told you what happened Tuesday, right? That would never happen with someone else. I guess we’ve just become so close the past few months that even though we weren't actually dating, it’s felt like we’ve been together this whole time. Pretty sure we aren’t going to get under the covers any time soon, though,” you joked.

“So you’re telling your parents about him tonight, but what about everything else?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna break that tonight, too. Now that Harrison had his meeting, it’s probably a matter of time until the suit is filed.”

“Oh right, any news on how the board meeting went?” she asked.

“Nope. I don’t even know where people find that stuff out. I’m sure the word will get around by tomorrow.”

The waitress dropped off your plates before Alexis replied.

“Well let me know how it goes tonight. Now excuse me while I demolish this burger.”

Your parents were in the living room watching a show when you got home. They tossed out a quick greeting and asked how your day was, to which you gave an “it was alright” before heading to your room to set down your things.

You paced the room back and forth for a bit trying to figure out what to say before finally going back. You sat on the edge of the couch nervously, something your mom didn’t take long to notice.

“Are you okay, honey? You look a little on edge.”

Your dad looked over, too, after hearing his wife’s words.

Come on, just say it, y/n.

“Mom, Dad. I need to tell you something,” you started. Both parents sat up straight and your dad muted the TV.

“What’s going on? I’ve noticed you’ve been acting a little strange but thought it was just me,” your mom stated.

Oh great. This isn’t even the main reason I’ve been out of whack.

You bobbed your head back and forth for a moment, forgetting every fake script you’d come up with while pacing your bedroom.

“TomandIaredating,” you finally blurted, immediately looking down at your hands.

“What was that? I couldn’t understand you,” your father said, leaning forward. You sighed.

“I’m dating Tom. Tom Holland, from school. The one who’s kinda been my enemy for like… ever.”

“You weren’t before?” your mom asked, confused. You furrowed your brows.

“What do you- what? No! We got together Saturday!”

“Oh, well, could’ve fooled us. I thought you two started dating before Nikki took your senior pictures,” she replied, your dad nodding in agreement.

You looked between them, then around the room in bewilderment.

“And you never thought to ask me?” you finally said.

“We thought you’d tell us on your own time. You’re old enough to date who you want and we know Tom’s a nice boy from a good family, so we didn’t want to bring it up if you didn’t want to,” your dad said.

“So you two are just… you’re fine with it? You’re fine with us going on our first date tomorrow?” you questioned, pointing a finger between them.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t we be? I’m just shocked it’s your first date to be honest,” your mom explained.

Huh. Weird.

“Okay then… well um, we’re going on a date tomorrow. So…?”

You still sat nervously, which your parents took notice of.

“Is there something else on your mind?” your dad asked.

Your heart was beating out of its chest, but you took a shaky breath and started talking.

“Something happened last weekend…”

After a lot of explaining, gasps, and tears, your parents finally knew the whole story.

With a lot of discussion, your parents made it very clear that they were on your side, and brought up the potential of a countersuit, or at least a police report.

“I’m thinking that I want to kick the ass of this punk kid who thinks he can put his hands on you or anyone and get away with it. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of going to the bathroom for God’s sake.” Your dad had said. “I’m tempted to go find him right now.”

“Hey now. You know I feel the same way but having a fistfight with a minor isn’t going to solve anything. What we do need to look at is our own legal options,” your mom had said, looking at you. You shifted uncomfortably.

With the emotionally draining past week now finished, you didn’t decide on anything, instead opting to rest in having the massive weight off your chest and trying to look forward to your upcoming date.

Eventually, you fell asleep on the couch, finally getting some real rest.

A/N: I can't believe it took me this long to get here but this is actually the chapter that I had to rewrite like 50 times. I still don't think it's perfect, but as always, this is showing how situations may be handled and I hope it can help empower someone :)

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