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Choices. 2
Two: Tick Tock
Peter Parker x reader series
Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.
Warnings: Pure Angst!, Peter being kinda an idiot, mentions of cheating, swearing.
w/c: 2.3k +
a/n: I changed the name of the chapters and now I am happier with them. Hope you like them and enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and suppor this series is having. I will be forever grateful! ❤️. Gif not mine.
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Peter left your apartment that night and his last words were:
"I'm going to fix it, I promise."
He never answered yes or no. He never gave you a concrete answer as to who he wanted to be with, her or you.
The truth is, even Peter didn't know. It was true that he loved you. But it was also true that seeing MJ remember him made his heart beat a mile a minute.
Peter Parker was many things, but it was always clear to him that he had to do the right thing. He always (or at least almost always) knew it was the right thing to do. And, if he didn't, his Aunt May was there to advise him and tell him what to do.
But now May wasn't there. Maybe that's why it was so hard for him to give up on MJ. They were both the only women he had loved in a long time and he lost them on the same day. Having Michelle's memory back made him feel like he had at least gotten one of them back.
However, Parker didn't know if he needed MJ in his life. After all, he already had a life with you. HAD in the past tense. Because obviously you broke up with him after you saw him kissing his ex-girlfriend at the carnival.
Ned, on the other hand, still didn't remember him. And he probably never would again. MJ was a mere pure stroke of luck and the brown-haired boy didn't know if it was a blessing from the universe or if he just wanted to taunt him by putting him in a situation no one wants to be in.
Although he still wasn't sure if he would be able to forgive him for what he did. The brown-eyed man had to make a decision. Go back to MJ and bring his past with him into his present or try with you and continue with his present into the future.
Peter thought it best to go out on patrol and clear his head in the cool night air. That's when he decided he should give you the time you asked for and go out with MJ. Not as a couple, at least for now or maybe never, but as friends who haven't seen each other in a long time and need to unwind from everything that has happened in their lives.
You managed to catch a glimpse of them on one of their outings. They were walking around campus while eating a slice of pizza and laughing about God knows what.
Your heart sank even deeper into your chest. You were already a mess trying to live without him. Now you had to watch him be happy with her too?
Right there you felt selfish. You didn't want Peter to laugh with her. You wanted him to laugh with you.
The aforementioned wiped the corner of MJ's mouth with a napkin and a tear slid down your cheek as you thought of the many times he did the same for you.
'She's not me' you repeated to yourself. But even then you couldn't stop the hole growing in your chest at catastrophic speeds.
They were there, laughing and eating while you were miserable, and yet you couldn't hate Peter for loving her. In spite of everything, you loved him.
Love is a double-edged sword.
Two days later you were watching Netflix in your bedroom when your phone vibrated on the coffee table. The screen was lit up with the word 'Peter♡' and your breath caught in your lungs. Should you answer it? your heart asked. Should you ignore it? your brain asked.
The heart won the battle this time. You answered the call.
"H-" you cleared your throat. You wanted to sound as neutral as possible. "Hello?"
"Y/n..." his voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to answer" his voice was so low that you had to turn up the volume as high as it would go and give him your full attention.
"What's wrong?" you asked.
"Nee-" he coughed. "I need your help...please" a faint whimper was heard from his side of the line and that was enough to worry you. Something wasn't right.
"Peter? Is everything all right? What's wrong?" your voice was now one of concern. You've never turned your back on those you love and care about, you weren't about to start now.
"I... I'm kind of hurt" he breathed again and your breath hitched. "It's not serious but-" he paused. "I can't get up." He confessed.
"Where are you?" you got up from the small couch to look for your shoes. "Peter?" You worried about his breathing on the other end of the line.
"In my apartment" he grunted in pain. "Shit."
"I'm on my way" you hung up the call and grabbed your keys. You still kept your copy of the ones to his apartment so getting inside it wasn't a problem.
You leave your keys on the plate on the counter and remove your shoes as quickly as you can before running to her room.
"Peter?" you ask when you don't see him and pause to scan his room.
"Here!" he groans. He made too much force when he spoke so you could hear him from the bathroom.
You walk in and see him lying in the unfilled bathtub. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers but it didn't bother you. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before.
"I tried to take a shower but I slipped and I don't have the strength or energy to get up" he smiles apologetically in your direction.
"I see..." you walk over and see his suit on the floor. "Why a shower?" you ask.
"The guy I stopped was doing weird experiments and threw some weird substance at me. I preferred not to take any chances and showered as soon as I got home" he clarified.
"Let me help you" you hold his arms and help him stand up.
Peter felt more than embarrassed at that moment. Because of what he had told you and because you were too good to say no to him when he needed help.
"Thank you" he sits on his bed and takes the towel you offer him so he can dry off.
"Is the medicine cabinet in the same place?" you ask. It's been a little over two weeks since you've been in his apartment.
Having him so close and yet so far away hurts like a million needles pricking your heart. But none of this was your fault, it was his and he's the one who should fix it. Even though you saw him so happy with MJ, you still had hope that he was going to choose you and come back to you.
It's okay to dream, isn't it?
You bandage his wounds after cleaning them and turn around so he can put on some boxers and gym shorts with a little privacy. You didn't leave the room because you were afraid he would fall while doing it so turning around was enough.
"Thank you for coming. I know I don't deserve it" he mumbles with his eyes on you as you turn to look at him.
"It's true... Maybe you don't deserve it coming from me" you shrug. "But I can't help but help the people I love.
'People I love' Peter's eyes sparkled at that phrase. You still loved him, that was more than enough.
"I really appreciate it" He smiles and watches you sit next to him on the bed.
"Why didn't you call MJ?" you ask abruptly. It was a question you asked yourself since he called you for help.
"She's busy, she couldn't come." He said without thinking.
And then reality hits you in the face and chills you like a bucket of cold water.
"So I was your second choice just because she couldn't" Your voice is serious. You just remembered how everything went down the drain in one night.
"What? No?" he frowns. "That's not what I wanted-"
"Save your excuses. I don't want to hear them," you stand up and look at him seriously. "You're already bandaged and in your bed. Next time, don't call me."
"Y/n. Please" he tries to get up but his side hurts "That's not what I meant I promise."
"Your promises don't mean anything to me anymore" you feel a lump in your throat. You are on the verge of tears. "You know one of the things that hurts me the most, Peter?"
"I-" he sighs and shakes his head. He wants to let you finish your point.
"You were indeed my first love, my first time, my first everything" the tears build up in your eyes but you're determined not to let them out. "And you didn't think about that before you stuck your tongue in her mouth. I bet your heart never beat for me like it does for her."
The brown-eyed man was about to say something until you both hear the sound of someone knocking at the door you watch Peter get up and walk to open it.
You walk behind him only because you know it's time to go. You shouldn't have come in the first place.
When Peter opens the door, the person behind it is MJ.
"You should give me a copy of the key" she laughs lightly.
"Keep mine" you put on your shoes and grab your purse. You walk over to the plate where you left them before and put them in her hand. "I won't be needing them anymore" you walk out of the apartment and she is both surprised and confused.
Another two weeks passed. Peter felt empty again. Just like he felt when he lost MJ and Ned in the first place but worse because not only had he lost you. He had let you down completely.
Spiderman became clumsy on his nightly patrols, he didn't pay attention and classes and even less when MJ talked to him. Even though he knew she was just trying to make him feel better.
"Peter?" she asks. "Peter!" She snaps her fingers in front of his face and sighs heavily.
"Yes?" He looks at you but his gaze is still lost.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" she asks.
"How could I not when she's right here" he shows you his pencil.
"What do you mean right here?" MJ asks with a frown.
"Yes, it's right here. She's the one who gave me this pencil" he sighs. "And she's over there too" he points to the girl sitting a couple of tables away from where they were sitting. "That girl has her same color hair" he looks at his fingers "but not just over there" he points to a boy with a can in his hand. "That boy is drinking his favorite drink." He snorts. "Everything in this damn library reminds me of her."
"Why haven't you tried talking to her then?" he shrugs.
"Because I'm lousy with words, MJ. Whenever I try to tell her something, she ends up misunderstanding it because it was me in the first place who didn't know how to use the right words" he runs his hands over his face.
"Then don't talk to her" she shrugs.
The brown-haired boy looks at her with a frown. "That's supposed to solve my problems? Thanks MJ." She rolls her eyes.
"Stop your sarcasm," the chestnut-haired girl points
Her finger at him. "I mean maybe I should be the one to talk to her." He sighs. "I shouldn't have kissed you, Peter. I didn't know you had a girlfriend."
"MJ..." Peter sighs and takes her hand. "I was the one who shouldn't have kissed you having a girlfriend. It wasn't your fault, it was mine." He assures her. "I'm the one who should fix this."
Michelle nods and looks to her left. There you were. Watching as Peter held her hand just as he held yours. You shouldn't care, it's been a month since you and Parker broke up but it still hurts like hell.
MJ saw you pull back quickly before she could separate her hands from Peter's. "At least she knows you and I aren't dating?" she asks and Peter denies.
"No, I've tried to tell her but me and my big mouth always say something else and I hurt her more than I manage to fix it." He sighs heavily.
"What? She still thinks that you and I...?" MJ pauses.
"Yup." Peter nods and fixes his gaze on the floor.
"Peter... that's not fair" he sighs and shakes his head.
Parker knows. He knows it's not fair but he already said it, he's not good with words.
"Everything I say ends up being misinterpreted and it's my fault!" He covers his face with his hands. "Help, MJ. Please."
"And if instead of using words you take action?" proposes the brunette.
"What do you mean by that?" The boy raises an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific."
"God... you're so smart but so dumb at the same time, how is that possible?" She rolls her eyes. "You have to do something for her, something she can't refuse or misunderstand, and then explain everything to her, Peter. Be honest."
"You're right," he nods and sighs. "No more secrets."
Peter was already planning something in his mind. Something that would make you either forgive him or wish you never saw him again. That was up to you.
However, He had to move and plan a little faster. Your heart still loved him, true, but it wasn't closed to moving on and rejecting Parker altogether.
Austin, a classmate who asked you out before you and Peter dated, found out about your breakup with him and was determined not to pass up the opportunity that was once taken away from him.
Tick tock, Peter. Your time is running out.
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The Art of Scraping Through: Chapter One—In Love with Every Stranger
Summary: The pain of the past and the uneasiness with the future weigh on you, but in the end, you realize what’s best for yourself and the new stranger in your life, and of course, Tom is with you through it all.
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: swearing, slight angst, mentions of character death, paparazzi, typos
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The Stonington Municipal Airport smelled like mildew and something earthy. Everything looked like it had a hazy yellow filter over it and with such little foot traffic, there was practically no one there other than you and Emily. That was always ideal, considering trips to the airport could be extended by hours due to fans stopping you for pictures and autographs.
This was the airport Chet was supposed to be driving your parents to. It was only fifteen minutes from your house.
The airport security was fairly easy to get by, and with how few people there were, it took only ten minutes to get off the plane, get through the gates, and go out the door to meet your Uber. Emily was on her phone the second she had reception again, taking calls and texting. You called Tom once you made it into the Uber and were en route to the CPS office.
Stonington was an island town off the mainland of Maine, right off of Brooksville, so you had to go to Little Deer Isle, then to Brooksville, making the drive just to the office and back an hour or two, depending on traffic. That was particularly bad during tourist season.
“Hello, love?” Tom answered after the second ring.
“Hey, Tom,” you smiled, “we landed about fifteen minutes ago, so we’re on our way to the office in Brooksville now.”
“Okay, darling,” Tom said, “was the flight okay?”
“Mhm, yeah,” you nodded, “it was pretty quick.”
“Where are you staying tonight?”
“We'll probably just get a Holiday Inn or something.”
“Okay, and how was the foot traffic? You know how airports can be…”
“Not bad at all actually,” you said, “the flight from JFK actually was more hectic. I think I got stopped like… at least ten times—”
“Twenty times!” Emily groaned from beside you.
You chuckled, “Sorry, that was Em, she said it was more like twenty.”
“That’s still on the low end,” Tom smiled, “well, I’ll let you go now. I’m about to head back to the house to check on the basement.”
“Can you make sure Harry got those folders for me?”
“Sure,” Tom agreed, “and I’ll stop at the store on the way home and the groceries for this week.”
“Okay, thank you, Tom. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Tom said, “bye.”
“God,” Emily looked over at you from where she was slumped against the window, “you two are so fucking domestic.”
You furrowed your brows and laughed, “Thanks?” you questioned.
“I mean…in a cute way,” she clarified, “I’m just surprised you’re settling down so quick. I mean, we’re only twenty-five.”
“I’m not “settling down”.” you argued, “I mean, it’s not like we’re getting married or having kids or some shit like that. And I’m still self-sufficient. I make my own paychecks and pay my own bills—”
“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” Emily defended, “I’m just shocked is all.”
“What’s there to be shocked about? I love Tom and he loves me. I mean, we’re committed, but we’re still our own people. I wouldn’t consider it settling down. I feel like to do that they’d have to be some submission to it.”
Emily eyed you and tilted her head, “What if Tom wanted to settle down? Take a break from work and pop out a few babies?”
Emily loved you and Tom together. If you weren’t her best friend, then it was Tom, and after you’re little scuffle at the studio, Tom was left with an uneasy feeling in his stomach regarding his future with you. So, he texted Emily about it.
“I think it’s way too soon to think about that,” you chuckled awkwardly, “I mean, I don’t even think I have any maternal instincts.”
“You know Tom wants kids,” Emily said, slightly pointedly.
“Yeah, I know,” you sighed.
Tom had made comments about wanting to be a dad for as long as you’ve known him. He made them in interviews, he joked about it with his friends, and he even may have slipped it a few times in bed, cueing you in on that slight breeding kink of his.
“So?”
You shrugged, “So what? I love Tom and if he really loved me then he’d be willing to compromise.”
“Well, are you?”
“Y-Yeah,” you said, “like in ten years when I feel ready—”
“Ten years is a long time, (Y/N).”
“If Tom loved me, he’d wait twice as long.”
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“Harry!” Tom yelled as he opened the door, the light splatters of rain coming through the opening and dripping onto the hardwood floor, “Come help with these groceries.”
Harry came barreling into the foyer with your dog, Chowder, on his heels.
“Oi,” Harry exclaimed looking at all of the bags in Tom’s hands, some going all the way up to his biceps, “how much did you get?”
“Just some stuff for the week, and then some stuff to make a nice dinner for (Y/N). we didn’t get to go out tonight so I figured I could just make something here and then pop the question then instead,” Tom explained as he handed some of the bags off to Harry. He glanced down at Chowder, “What’s he still doing here?”
“We were cuddling,” Harry defended, bending down to scratch the Rotty behind his each, much to his enjoyment, “he’s so warm.”
“Uh huh,” Tom nodded, eyeing Harry as he walked into the kitchen and began unpacking the food and putting it away.
“Anyways, about the proposal, I was thinking—”
“Is this about the white horse? Because if it is, then I don’t wanna hear it, Harry. I already told you how impractical that is—’
“No, no,” Harry shook his head, “it’s not about that amazing, brilliant, fantastic idea I had,” he said, glaring at Tom as he put a box of pasta in the pantry, “it’s about (Y/N)’s schedule. I was looking through her folder, and mate, she’s got brand deals scheduled out for the next three years. I can’t even imagine what her actual calendar looks like. How’re gonna find time to plan a wedding?”
“I don’t know,” Tom shrugged, “I mean, she loves to work, I can’t blame her for that, it’s what makes her happy. It’s more about being committed to each other. Like showing her that I’m ready for the next step.”
“What if she isn’t ready?”
Tom paused what he was doing, which was unpacking the avocados and apples from their bags and restocking your fruit bowl. That was a question that Tom refused to think about. Of course, he knew there was a possibility that you’d say no. Of course, he knew that you had the power to completely shatter his soul. He just didn’t like to entertain those thoughts. He knew that if he got into his own head about it, it’d be impossible to come out. Harry didn’t realize how powerful of a punch that question truly packed.
“I don’t know,” Tom sighed, looking at his brother, “I haven’t thought about that, and honestly I don’t want to think about that.”
“But Tom, you have to at least consider—”
“No, I don’t,” Tom argued, “I love her and that’s that. There’s nothing more to it. I can’t even begin to think about a life without her. If something happens and in the end, we don’t end up together, then I’ll have to deal with that if that’s what happens, but there’s no point in hurting myself by thinking negatively about my future with her.”
“Okay,” Harry nodded, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you or anything. I’m just trying to look out for you. (Y/N)’s really great and you guys are lucky to have each other, but she loves her job. I just don’t want you to ever feel second to that in her life.”
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“Hello, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you said once you approached the counter, “I spoke to someone on the phone about me being here—”
“Oh, yes, hello dear,” the woman looked up from her computer at you. She had kind eyes with smile lines and deepened as she took a look at you, “you’re here to sign some papers, right?”
“Mhm,” you nodded.
“Okay, well if you’ll just have a seat over there then and I’ll the social worker come by in a bit and bring them to you.” She motioned to the hard plastic chairs in the waiting area. You nodded and walked over, Emily following closely on your heels.
“No, sir,” Emily spoke on the phone as she took a seat, “unfortunately, we’ll have to end our partnership with your brand. Mhm, I understand why you’re upset, but (Y/N) isn’t going to endorse a brand that tests on animals—no, she won’t reconsider. It’s not about the money—well, let me tell you something, I snuck a vial of that shit you call face oil and I had a rash for a week, so I highly doubt you’re all natural.”
“Em,” you eyed her.
She cleared her throat, “anyways, that will be all. Thank you for calling.”
Your knees shook up and down as you waited impatiently for the social worker to come out. The sooner you got out of there the sooner you could get back to New York and get back to filming. Not to mention getting back to Tom and the dinner you two had planned. God, you wanted to have that dinner so bad. You hated canceling on him… again. Although technically this time it wasn’t work-related, you still felt horrible.
Being an actor himself, Tom understood when you got busy with filming or doing press—hell, half the time he was doing it as well—the difference between the two of you was the amount of time you set aside for yourselves and each other. If Tom wanted to take a day to spend with you, then he’d set the day aside. Whereas, if you wanted to spend the day with Tom, you’d have to see where you could pencil him in. You hated doing that to him, but part of you couldn’t help it. You had a job to do.
“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” An older lady in a grey pantsuit came into the room with a clipboard.
“Yes, that’s me,” you said, raising your hand slightly.
“Good, I’m Annie, I’ve been assigned to Octavia’s case,” the lady came over and set the clipboard down in your lap, “so just sign on the dotted line on these documents and we’ll send Octavia to the next available foster home.”
“Octavia?”
“Your niece,” she said with a nod, holding a pen out for you.
“Right,” you gave her a small smile and took the pen from her, “and um, where will she go then?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Annie shrugged, “if I’m being honest with you, Ms. (Y/L/N), the system is not the best place for children, I’m going to do my best to get her into a good home, but there’re no guarantees.”
“What do you mean?” you set the pen down, “The system is supposed to help kids find good homes so they can move on with their lives.”
“It is, you’re right,” Annie agreed, “but we can’t help every kid. We can only do our best.”
“I don’t understand,” you chuckled humorlessly, “you’re a social worker, yet you’re saying you’re not sure you can get my niece into a good home? There should be no question on if she gets into a good home,” you began to raise your voice, “they should all be good homes!”
“I’m sorry, Ms. (Y/L/N),” Annie raised her hands in defense, “I didn’t mean to offend you. If you could just sign the papers, I can assure you I’ll do my absolute best—”
“This isn’t some game,” you said seriously, a sharp edge to your tone, “this is my niece’s life. She already lost the only family she had, now you’re saying you can’t promise you can give her even a halfway decent one? It may just be your job, but it’s her whole life you’re organizing. Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“Ma’am, you have to understand, the foster care system is flawed,” Annie explained, “a good life is not something I alone can guarantee your niece. I can do my best. I can check in on her, I can ask her how she’s doing, but I can’t magically put her with the best family out there or give her her old life back.”
You bite your lip and simply nodded, “Alight then,’ you said, looking over at Emily, who had just gotten off the phone.
“Just put the clipboard on the counter when you’re done—”
“No,” you handed her the clipboard and pen back, “no, I think I’ll just take Octavia with me. She’s much better off with someone who can actually promise a good home.”
“(Y/N),” Emily placed her hand on your arm.
“What? She’s my family, Em,” you said, “and Chet left her to me. I owe it to her.”
Emily sighed and let go of your arm, “Do you want me to call Tom?” she asked.
“No,” you shook your head, “I’ll call him in a bit.”
“Alright then,” Annie took the clipboard from your hands, “in that case, I have some other papers I’ll need you to fill out and some medical records and other documents I need to hand over. Then I have the address that you can go pick Octavia up from.”
“She’s not here?” you asked.
“No, she’s been staying with one of our facility members for the time being.”
“Let’s get this done then,” you grabbed your purse and followed Annie to the counter.
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“Tom, I’m so sorry,” you sniffled into the phone, “I don’t know what came over me. I just—this lady had no idea what she was doing, and I just couldn’t leave her to the system. I mean, kids get stuck in the system for years, so many of them stay there their whole lives. I don’t want that for her. She’s my family and I have to be there for her. I wasn’t there for her in the past and I have to be there now. W-We only have each other—”
“(Y/N),” Tom cut you off, “baby, I’m not mad. It’s okay, I understand. It’s been a rough day for you, and darling I’m so sorry you’re going through all of this. I’m going to help you. I’ll be there for you every step of the way.”
“This won’t be easy, Tom,” you said honestly, “a child is a lot of work. This is a huge commitment.”
“(Y/N), I love you,” Tom assured you, “I would never abandon you. I know this is sudden, but I’m actually really happy about this. I mean, this is going to be a big step for us, but I think we can do it. Besides, you’re right, she’s your family and she shouldn’t get lost in the system.”
“Thank you for understanding, Tom. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll never have to worry about that, darling. Now, what time will you be back tomorrow?”
“Hopefully early, I still have to go on The Tonight Show tomorrow night. You’re able to come and watch right?” You asked.
“Mhm, yeah, I should be free. Is there anything you need me to do right now? Harry and I are just chilling at the house, so we’re free if you need anything.”
“Yeah actually,” you said, “if you don’t mind, could you maybe get a room set up? Just a bed and maybe some toys if can make a stop at target or something. I know it’s getting pretty late so you’d have to leave now. God, I’m so sorry to spring this all on you,” you rambled as you thought bout all of the things that needed to be done before you even had Octavia in your house.
“No, no, it’s no trouble at all, darling. Harry and I will be out the door in a minute. I already stopped by the grocery store and stocked up the kitchen so you don’t have to worry about that at all, love. And I’ll try to make it to the airport tomorrow to pick you up. If I can’t, I’ll just send Harry, okay?”
“That sounds perfect,” you sighed, “thank you so much, Tom. Honestly, I really appreciate you so much. I love you.”
The Uber was about to pull into the driveway of the address you’d given him so you said your goodbyes to Tom and got ready to meet the newest most important part of your life.
“Don’t worry,” Emily held your hand as you walked up to the door, “this will be good for you.”
“She doesn't even know who I am,” you frowned, “I don't know why I thought I could do this.”
“You can do this, (Y/N),” Emily assured you as she rang the doorbell.
The door was opened a few seconds later by a woman with bright red hair and a shining smile on her face.
“Hi,” you offered her a small smile, “I’m—”
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she finished for you as she beamed and held her hand out, “I know, I’m a huge fan. I loved you in Midnight Murderer.”
“Oh,” you shook her hand, “thank you, it’s lovely to meet you. Um, I’m here for—”
“Octavia, your niece, right?”
“Mhm,” you nodded.
“Great, well come on in, you two. I’m Jenny, I work with Maine CPS.” she explained as she led you and Emily to the living room, “I usually don’t bring children in, but my husband insisted. He actually went to high school with you.”
“Really?” you smiled.
“Yeah,” she nodded, “he’ll be home in a bit. He’s just grabbing an ice cream. Can I get you two anything? Tea, water—I have a coffee cake on the table in the kitchen.”
“I’ll take a slice of that cake,” Emily smiled, looking up from her phone.
“A water would be lovely,” you nodded.
“Great, I’ll be right back.”
You looked around the house at the homely minimalistic decorating and the sweet little knick-knacks and pictures framed on every open shelf and counter. It made your heart ache to see such a lovely home.
Your mom kept a house like this, with pictures of you and your brother framed by the fireplace and on every end table. Your house used to smell like sweet watermelon in the summer and cinnamon in the fall, and in the winter she’d always use gingerbread wax melts to make the house smell like Christmas.
One time you went to London to visit Tom's family for the holidays, and it nearly brought you to tears to make gingerbread houses with them. It smelled just like home.
It hurt seeing this type of love in a home, knowing that Octavia wouldn't have that again when she went back to New York with you. You were always on the move, always moving around different cities. The townhouse in New York was beautiful, but it was only for when you and Tom stayed in the city. It hardly had any personalization or homeliness to it. Then there was your condo in Los Angles that you hadn’t even gotten a chance to furnish yet, and Tom's house in London, which was lovely and perfect for the two of you, but also housed his mates whenever they stayed in the city. All of this moving around didn't seem practical for such a young child. Then you began to think about school. How would you go about making sure she got a proper education? Would you have to hire a personal tutor that followed you everywhere? How would she make friends?
Your head was spinning by the time Jenny came back with your glass of water. You were so in your own head that you hardly noticed Jenny and Emily talking around you, discussing how many bags Octavia was bringing with her to New York.
You were finally pulled from your stupor when the door opened and a little girl with her hair pulled into pigtails and light-up sketchers came running in, chocolate all over her face in a sticky mess. She took one look at you and her eyes lit up with glee.
The wind was knocked from your lungs when you saw her. She was a spitting image of your mom. It’s almost as if giving her that namesake was planned from the start.
“H-Hi,” you smiled, “I’m—”
“Auntie (Y/N)!” she squealed running into your arms, nearly knocking the glass of water from your hands.
“Oh,” you set the water down on the coffee table and hesitantly wrapped your arms around her, “um, yeah, that’s me,” you said unsurely as you patted her head.
“Chet talked a lot about you to her,” the man in the doorway said, two pints of ice cream in his hands, “showed her all of the scrapbooks and everything. Even watched all of your movies.”
“Reggie,” your lips formed a thin line after seeing your brother's best friend, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Hell, I didn’t expect to see you either, Miss Hollywood,” he said, almost mockingly, “I heard you were going to sign your rights away.”
“I changed my mind,” you said simply, “Chet chose me to take care of her and I plan on doing just that.” You ran your fingers through Octavia’s hair as you looked down at her in awe.
Jenny could see the glares passed between you and Reggie, so she quickly took Octavia’s hand and led her away to her room, “Come on, why don’t we go make sure you have everything packed, okay?”
“Okay,” Octavia nodded, following obediently behind.
“I’m gonna go make a few calls,” Emily announced, taking her phone and her coffee cake into the kitchen, leaving you and Reggie to hash it out.
Reggie gave the pints to her to put into the freezer before thanking her and taking a seat on the chair next to the couch you were on.
“Chet never stopped hating himself for what he did, y’know?” he said after an awkward beat of silence.
“Reggie—”
“No, you gotta hear this,” he insisted, “he’d want you to. He never meant for what happened that night to happen. I mean, no one means for these things to happen, but shit (Y/N). You think Chet just lost his parents? He lost it all.”
“Well so did I,” you said sternly, “and it was his fault. I’m not taking in Octavia because I forgive him or any bullshit like that, because I’m still so fucking angry. I’m taking her in because she’s my family and we only have each other. I owe it to her.”
Reggie shook his head and chuckled humorlessly, “You’re a stubborn bitch, Hollywood. Y’know the only reason this little girl knows who you even are is because of Chet. He wouldn’t ever shut up about you. He always held out hope that you’d come home at some point, ‘specially when he was sick. He thought, any day now, I’m gonna see my little sis again.”
“Shut up,” you snapped as tears brimmed in your eyes, “I don’t wanna hear it. I’ve made peace with what happened, I’ve moved on. You don’t get to mess that up for me.”
“Whatever,” Reggie waved his hand in dismissal, “I’ve said what I needed to say.”
“Where’s her mom?” you changed the subject, looking down the hall where Octavia and Jenny walked off.
“You know ‘er,” Reggie said, “Tammy? You remember her, right?”
“Her?” you raised your eyebrows and scoffed, “Wow, and where’d she fuck off to?”
“Not sure,” Reggie shrugged, “last time we heard from her she was in Cancun.”
“She abandoned her daughter?”
“You sound surprised,” Reggie chuckled, “we both know Tammy isn’t cut out for motherhood. She left a few months after O was born. She left a note, took eight hundred bucks and a pack of Marlboros, and left town. We ain’t seen her since.”
“Have you tried reaching out since Chet…”
“Yeah, but after a week or so of that we thought it best to just follow Chet’s wishes and give you a call instead.”
“Hm,” you hummed with a nod.
“So, what's going on with you? New movie? Red carpets? All that jazz…”
“Filming in New York right now,” you said, taking a sip of your water, “but I have a lot of meetings coming up for new projects, and of course whenever I’m not filming I’m shooting press or making appearances. Oh,” you snapped your fingers, “and I’m recording a song,” you smiled proudly.
“A song? Wow, that’s some next-level shit.”
“Well, I mean, it’s a cover for a movie I’m in so it’s not like a wrote it or anything, but it’ll be cool to have my own version out there.”
“And what about that guy you’re with? Tim or Tom or something or other.”
“Tom,” you said, “and we don’t have to talk about him. You're not my bother, Reggie.”
“Well,” Reggie shrugged, “I’m the closest thing you got, and I told Chet I’d look out for ya.”
“You don’t have to do that,” you said with a tight-lipped smile, “I look out for myself, and Octavia now.”
“Still,” Reggie slid his phone over to you, “just so we can keep in touch, and you should bring her around some time, I know you’re busy ‘n all but Jenny really loves having her around.”
“Yeah, of course,” you nodded, “I’ll do my best.” You put your number into the phone and gave it back to Reggie, “Now don’t go selling that around. I have a lawyer that will beat the shit out of you if you leak that number,” you joked.
“I don’t doubt it,” Reggie smiled.
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Jenny and Reggie were nice enough to offer you and Emily their spare room. So at five in the morning, bright and early, you were both ready, bags all packed and loaded into Reggie’s van as he drove you to the airport.
“What’re doing?” Octavia leaned over in her booster seat to look at your phone.
“Texting my boyfriend,” you smiled at her, “do you wanna say hi?”
“Yes, please,” she beamed, making grabby hands for the phone.
“Okay, we can facetime him,” you said, hitting the facetime call and letting it ring.
You let Octavia hold the phone but made sure you were also in frame as you leaned closer to her.
“Hi, darl—oh, hello there,” Tom smiled once he saw Octavia, “what’s your name?”
“Octavia Marie (Y/L/N),” Octavia said proudly, “but my daddy calls me O.”
“That’s such a lovely name,” Tom complimented.
“Honey, where are you?” you asked, noticing the scene behind Tom didn’t look at all like New York City or your house.
“I’m on set,” he said, panning the camera around for you to see all the stage crew people in front of him working on the set and Harry who waved excitedly at the camera, “the set crew just finished building the cafe set, so Harry and I decided to pop in a take a peek and maybe run some lines.”
“It looks great,” you nodded.
“Is that a real place?” Octavia asked, pointing at the phone.
“No, O, it’s a set. It's where people film for movies.”
“Are we going to go there?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, “when we get back to New York.”
“Speaking of,” Tom chimed in, “when will you be landing darling?”
“Around nine,” you said, “you’ll be filming by then, right?”
“Yeah, but I think Cherry will let me off for an hour or so to come get you. They have a lot of scenes to film with Margot and Brad still so I’ll see if she can work on those this morning and then you and I can film our scenes this afternoon.”
“Okay,” you nodded, “sounds good. Well, we’re about to be at the airport, so I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”
“Love you too,” Tom cooed, blowing a kiss to the camera, “Bye O!” he waved.
“Bye!” Octavia waved quickly back before you ended the call. She looked up at you with a smile on her little face, “He’s pretty,” she said, nodding in approval.
“You think?” you smiled.
“Mhm, I like his nose.”
“So do I, kid.”
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After some tearful goodbyes—mostly on Reggie’s part—you, Emily, and Octavia were going through security and then through the gate and were seated comfortably on the plane.
“Don’t be a stranger ‘round here anymore,” Reggie said, pulling you in for a hug, much to your surprise, “you got more family here than you realize.”
The flight was relatively painless. You and Emily were up for the whole hour trying to figure out what to do about Octavia’s schooling. Emily suggested getting her a bunch of private tutors for different subjects. You thought the idea was fine, but you were worried about how socializing her would go. She needed to be able to meet kids her own age.
Octavia slept through the whole flight. She started off coloring in her coloring book, but almost ten minutes in she fell asleep and slept soundly the rest of the way.
“She looks just like you,” Emily said with a small smile.
“You think?”
“Mhm, and you should feel lucky, doesn’t seem like she got anything from Tammy.”
“I hope not,” you chuckled, running your hand over Octavia’s head.
The issue came after the flight landed, and Emily checked her phone. “Oh no,” she sighed, “Tom’s here but some fans saw him and now he has a whole hoard of people waiting for you.”
“Fuck,” you whispered, picking Octavia up and holding her close to you, “seriously?”
“I can ask him to lead them away or we can try going out a different exit—”
“I feel like everyone’s gonna be expecting me now,” you sighed, “let’s just get our bags quick and get out the door.”
“Are we in New York now?” Octavia looked up from your chest sleepily. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
“Mhm,” you looked down at her as you and Emily began to exit the plane, “do you wanna walk?”
She nodded and began to squirm in your arms. You set her down and held her hand as the three of you walked to baggage claim.
“Now, Octavia,” you stopped before you and Emily went past security to where you'd be meeting Tom. You got down to her level and looked at her sternly, “There are going to be a lot of people out there and some will be yelling and flashing bright lights in your face, so I want you to hold onto my hand and not let go, okay?”
“Okay,” she nodded, squeezing your hand tightly.
“I’m serious,” you said, “you can’t let go for any reason at all, and if it gets too scary just tug on my hand and I’ll pick you up.”
She nodded and bounced on her feet, her backpack flopping behind her.
“Okay, all set?” Emily said, rolling Octavia’s suitcase along with her.
The three of you got through security and the minute you got into the next room you could hear the chatting and excitement of all the fans that had gathered around Tom. He waved at you from where he was, taking a few pictures with some people, but soon it was all clouded over by the sea of people that got in the way of your path to him.
“Hi,” you waved at everyone and smiled politely as you tried to push through.
“(Y/N), can I get a picture please?”
“(Y/N), I love you! I’m your biggest fan!”
“Thank you,” you nodded, smiling the best you could, keeping your grip tight on Octavia’s hand. Before you knew it though, fans started getting pushed aside by the paparazzi, and then the lights of their cameras began flashing and the yelling started.
“(Y/N), over here! Look this way!”
“(Y/N), smile for the camera!”
“Who’s that with you, (Y/N)?”
You covered your eyes to keep the blinding flash away as you tried to rush past them all, but some wouldn't take no for an answer.
Octavia tugged on your arm, but soon you felt her grip slip away as she used both hands to cover her ears.
“Octavia!” you turned around, reaching for her again.
“It’s loud!” she cried, scrunching her face up.
Thankfully, Tom was by your side in an instant after seeing the panic on your face. He scooped Octavia up in one arm and wrapped the other one around you, shielding you from the paparazzi as you finally got out of the airport.
“O?” you turned to Tom the minute you were out in the clear. Octavia had her face in her hands and her eye’s shut tightly, “come here honey,” you cooed, opening your arms for her. Tom gave her to you. You immediately held her close to your chest as the four of you walked to the car, where Harry was waiting.
“That was scary,” Octavia said quietly, peeking out from behind her hands.
“Yeah,” you nodded, “it was. I’m sorry, kiddo.” You looked over at Tom and gave him an appreciative smile, “Thanks for coming to our rescue back there.”
“Of course,” Tom smiled, “anything for my girls.”
Harry was waiting outside of the car, texting on his phone when you all met up with him. “Hey,” he looked up, “I finally got the booster in,” he pointed his thumb to the back seat and smile proudly.
“Okay, good,” you nodded, taking Octavia over to the side with the seat and getting her strapped in.
“Where’re we going?” She asked.
“You and Emily are going to go back to my house to look at your new room and get all of your bags unpacked, and then she’ll take you shopping for some new toys, how does that sound?”
Octavia beamed up at you and nodded her head, “really fun! But what about you?”
“I have to go to work, kid,” you explained, “but I’ll see you later, okay?”
Tom smiled softly at how sweet you were with her. Even though you had only just met her, you treated her as if she were your own. You made sure she was safe and he could tell just from what happened in the airport that you even saw her as your own.
“Hey O,” Tom pulled something from his bag in the front seat, “I think I have something here you might like…”
“Really?” Octavia tilted her head forward to try and catch a peek.
“Mhm,” Tom nodded, holding up a stuffed bear with pink hearts on its ears and a cute purple nose.
“For me?” Octavia asked, reaching out for the toy.
“Yup,” Tom smiled, “all for you, kiddo. I heard you did really well on the plane.”
“That’s right,” you nodded, “she was so brave, even during take-off. Now, what do you say to Tom?”
“Thank you!” Octavia hugged the bear close to her chest and rubbed her face into its soft fur.
You finished strapping her in before getting in the seat next to her. Tom squeezed in next to you and held your hand in his the second the car started moving. You rested your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.
“You okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Yeah, just tired. Do you think Harry can handle a few calls for me today? Until I get a nanny I’m going to need Emily watching O.”
“Yeah, I’ll see if he can help you out.”
“I think I’m gonna rest my eyes for a bit,” you mumbled, knowing the ride from JFK to your house to take at least an hour, especially with traffic.
“Okay,” Tom hummed, rubbing soothing circles over the top of your hand. Octavia was sucking on the ear of her new bear and looking out the window at all of the building while Harry and Emily were up front, working out scheduling for you and Tom and talking about nonsensical things. Your other hand was resting gently on Octavia’s car seat arm, in a protective, comforting manner.
Tom felt a warmth in his chest looking at the scene in front of him. This was his new life and he couldn’t be happier.
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A/N: chapter one done! what do you guys think? any predictions? it’s a little early for that but i love hearing your thoughts :)
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The Bet
A Harry Hollland mini series
Part five : hook, line, and sinker
Warnings : little angst, lotta smut (unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (both m&f receiving) slight public oral (in a closet))
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You were cuddled up on the couch in the living room of the fraternity with Harry's arm around you watching cupcake wars when Harrison walked in and smirked at the two of you. "You guys make a cute couple," he pointed out before jogging up the stairs.
"Except we aren't," you muttered under your breath.
You felt Harry move and glanced over to see him looking at you. "What was that?" He wondered.
"Nothing," you snapped as you rose to your feet. "I should go, I have some papers I need to write," you explained as you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your purse.
"Wait-" Harry started.
"I'll call you later," you said as you slipped out of the living room and to the entrance of the frat.
Harry stared after you dumbfounded. Had he done something? He knew you were on your period, maybe you had been grumpy with him..
Harrison came running back down the stairs stopping once he realized you had gone. "Where is y/n?" He wondered.
"She left after you went upstairs," Harry told him, "actually she ran off," Harry shook his head in confusion.
"What did you do?" Haz asked.
Harry looked at Haz with an unsure look, "nothing, you said we made a cute couple and she muttered something under her breath and then snapped on me," Harry told him.
"Your girlfriend sounds moody," Harrison laughed as he plopped down onto the couch.
"She's not my girlfriend," Harry admitted.
Harrison looked at him like he had two heads. "You're joking right," he asked Harry who just shook his head. "Idiot," Harrison chuckled. "You're parading that girl around like she's your girlfriend and she's not? Make her yours dumbass," Harrison told him with a light punch to the shoulder.
Harry knew he was right, there was no question about it.
To be honest he had wanted to make things official many times.. but he always got nervous. He had hurt you, and lost your trust and he didn't want to begin a relationship like that, he was trying to build back up to it, but maybe he didn't need to, maybe he had been overthinking it all along.
"You're right," Harry admitted before jumping up and running up to Tom's room.
Harry knew Tom had Mal over so he knocked instead of just busting into the room.
"Yeah?" Tom called through the door.
Harry opened it to find Tom and Mal cuddled together on his bed, which in and of itself was… odd. "What are you doing?" Harry wondered.
"Cuddling my girlfriend, what does it look like I'm doing?" Tom scoffed.
Harry's eyes widened. "Your girlfriend?"
"Don't make a big deal of it, okay?" Mal chuckled as she kissed Tom's cheek.
"Ok, can I have your keys?" Harry asked Mal.
She furrowed her brows at him, "mine?" She wondered.
"Yeah, I need to go and do something at your house," Harry told her hoping she wouldn't ask to many questions.
Mal shrugged her shoulders and reached over to her purse before pulling out the Keys and tossing them to Harry. "Good luck, make it count," she winked.
Harry shook his head, "thanks!" And then he ran down to his car to go to the store. He just hoped you hadn't gone straight home.
You had stopped for a hot chocolate on your way home, knowing you would need it before busting down to write your papers. You hadn't been lying about that when you had rushed out of Harry's house.
You knew you had been a little dramatic, but you were getting impatient. You and Harry were practically a couple, you even told each other that you love each other, but not having that title of 'girlfriend' was starting to frustrate you.
Harry had said that he wanted to get back to a good place, but god how much better could it get?
You walked up to your apartment unlocking in and stepping inside and you were stunned.
Candles.
Everywhere.
And rose pedals.
You weren't sure if Tom had hired someone to come do this to surprise Mal or what, but you didn't want to ruin it.
You were about to book it out of the apartment and just go to the library when Harry stepped out of the hallway with his dopey smile and messy curls.
You felt your jaw drop.
"Wha-"
"I'm an idiot," Harry interrupted, "I've been waiting for the perfect moment, and all along I think I've just been pushing off something that didn't really need to have a 'perfect' moment," he took a few steps towards you and stopped in the middle of the candles. "I didn't realize, how much you would come to mean to me, how hard and fast I would fall in love with you. But you do, and I did," you gasped as Harry dropped down on one knee.
"What are you doing?" You demanded.
"Oh, oh no! I'm not proposing!" Harry clarified quickly, before cocking his head to the side and adding, "unless you want me to?"
You stared at him dumbfounded, "I don't want you to propose to me you psycho," you chuckled.
"Good," Harry sighed before pulling out a box.
"Harry," you warned.
He laughed at you before opening it to reveal a bracelet with the number 23 on it. "It's not a lot, but I figured my girlfriend should be wearing my jersey number to scare off any guys," he told you with his signature dopey smirk in place.
You stared at the little silver chain for a moment before looking back at him. "girlfriend huh? That's pretty presumptuous," you told him with a grin.
"You know me," he shrugged, "I'm a cocky bastard," he shot you a wink before getting up to his feet and taking out the bracelet.
You held out your hand for him to put it on you and once he had he brought your knuckles up to his mouth and kissed each and everyone, "what do you say pretty girl? Wanna go steady with Holland?" He asked you.
You couldn't help but laugh, "you're such a cheese ball!" You exclaimed before throwing yourself into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.
You smashed your lips to his as he grabbed at your ass holding you up. "I take that as a yes," he mumbled against your lips.
You broke the kiss and leaned in till your lips were against his ear and whispered, "take me to bed and I'll show you," before sucking on the spot just below his ear that drove him wild.
"I thought you were-"
"Finished yesterday," you interrupted knowing exactly what he was going to say, "you do know a little blood never hurt anybody though," you teased.
Harry chuckled as he walked towards your room with you still in his arms, "I am more than aware that it never hurt anyone, I just think that is why there is shower sex," he told you.
You chuckled at that, right before he tossed you onto the bed, you bounced a few times before settling down, but Harry wasn't wasting any time, he had your pants and panties off within seconds and his face buried between your thighs.
"Oh god," you moaned as you fell onto your back.
If there was one thing Harry was a master at.. it was this, he knew exactly what to do with his tongue and when to use his fingers.
You became a mess as he lapped at your folds, he was a man bound and determined. "Harry," you gasped as you felt yourself getting close, "I thought I said I'd show you," you pointed out.
He lifted his head from between your thighs and grinned at you, "what did you have in mind, pretty girl?" He wondered.
You took the opportunity to push him up off of you and then down onto the bed, you still had your shirt on, and Harry was still fully clothed, but regardless of that you could see the obvious bulge tenting his pants.
You wanted to make a show of what you had planned, though you had never done it before, so you were a little worried it might suck.
You reached down unbuttoning his pants before tugging them off his hips and discarding them on the floor, next would be his boxers, but you felt like being a tease, so you leaned forward and kissed him through the fabric, making him moan out.
"Y/n," he groaned as you ran your hand up his clothed length.
"I've never done this so you will need to walk me through it," you admitted as you slipped your fingers into his waistband and tugged his boxers down his thick thighs.
His dick sprung up begging for relief you were all too willing to give.
You knew you couldn't fit all of him in your mouth, at least not yet, so you did what you had read about in countless smutty romance novels. You licked from the base of his cock to the tip and took the head of him into your mouth while wrapping your fingers around him as well and began to suck, and if you weren't sure it was going to be good, the noises coming from Harry told you the exact opposite.
"Fuck pretty girl," Harry groaned as he stared down at you, "you look so perfect with your lips wrapped around my cock," he praised you as his head fell back.
You let him out of your mouth with a pop before pulling off your shirt, and climbed up his body till you were straddling him. You helped him out of his own shirt, making sure you were only hovering over his core with your own.
"You remember when we did this with clothes on?" You Wondered with a chuckle.
"Mhmm," Harry mumbled as he reached down and circled your clit, ``been thinking about you riding me ever since pretty girl," he admitted as he grabbed his dick and lined it up at your entrance. You wanted to be patient and sink down onto him slowly, but the second you began, you couldn't help it, his hands were on your hips helping you move, and all at once everything felt too good.
You rode him hard and fast, moaning as his cock rubbed against your g spot with every hard thrust. It all felt too good, and you knew you weren't going to last very much longer. “Harry,” you moaned out as your head fell back.
“That's it, pretty girl, strangle my cock with that pretty pussy,” he whispered before grazing his teeth along your collarbone.
Everything in you exploded all at once as your core clenched around him. He was going to help you ride your orgasm out and then pull out, but as soon as you clenched he exploded as well.
You both started riding out your orgasms before you let your head fall to Harry's shoulder.
“I didn't pull out,” Harry mumbled as he pressed kisses to your shoulder.
“First cream pie,” You giggled, making Harry laugh against your shoulder.
“You're an idiot,” He mumbled, before laying you down and making a show of exploring your body.
It had been a few weeks since the two of you had made things official and Harry was living in the clouds.
He was sitting on the bench in the locker room when Jeff came up to him with a grin. "Get your girls panties for the game tonight?" He asked.
Harry glanced up, not sure he had heard him correctly, "come again?" He asked.
"Did. you. Get. Your. Girls. Panties. For. Game. Tonight." He clarified like a jerk.
"Why on earth would I do that?" Harry demanded, completely unsure of what the hell Jeff was talking about.
"Oh shit," Jeff laughed, "sorry mate, I forgot up until this point you were anti girlfriend," he shook his head as he looked up to the ceiling like it was the funniest thing. "Anyways, get your girls Panties, preferably the ones she's wearing for the game, we all do it for luck, and it hasn't seemed to let us down yet," Jeff clasped Harry's shoulder before walking away leaving Harry almost as confused as to begin with. Get your panties? How odd.
Harry made his way around the campus to where your last class was on a mission to acquire your panties, but stopped when he heard the familiar sound of your giggling.
He loved the sound, until he saw a man standing beside you clearly flirting making you laugh. "So I'm not sure exactly how it'll work," the man told you.
"Yeah well, I'm super busy so you'll have to find someone else," you told him apologetically.
"I don't want anyone else though, you're the one, I just know it," he whined.
Harry felt his blood boil, he didn't have any context to the conversation and had no clue who this guy was but he was over it.
He kicked his feet back into motion and loudly called for you, "hey pretty girl," you glanced up and Harry was glad to see that you looked extremely uncomfortable until you saw him, your shoulders visabley relaxed and you looked like you were so thankful.
"Hey baby," you said back with a smile as Harry aproched you and flung his arm around your shoulder.
"Who's this?" Harry asked you, gesturing to the guy.
"This is-" you paused your eyes going wide in realization you didn't even get his name before he started to desperately flirt with you.
"Bradley," the guy supplied, "and you are?"
"This is Harry, my boyfriend," you told him with a smile. "Bradley, is one of the students transferring over for the electives from Broward university," you told Harry.
"Broward? We're playing you guys tonight," Harry told him.
"You're on the team?" The guy asked with a look.
"Sure am," Harry told him dryly, "team captain actually," he added with a smug look. "We gotta get going if we're going to make our reservation, it was nice meeting you Braford," Harry said as he pulled you away without another word.
"it's Bradly," the guy mumbled.
"Harry!" You giggled as he pulled you down the hall and into a closet.
"He was flirting with you," Harry explained, "I had to get you away," he brushed his finger along your cheek with a smile.
"Oh yeah big guy?" You teased, "were you jealous?" You were obviously joking, but the truth was that Harry was jealous, he didn't want anyone to get in between the two of you, especially dumb jocks named Bradley.
"Maybe," Harry admitted.
You giggled before pushing up on your toes and brushing your lips over the edge of his lips, "there was no need to be," you whispered, "I love you," and then you were kissing him, he pulled you tightly against his body before breaking the kiss.
"Your coming to the game tonight?" He wondered.
"Of course, can't miss the first game my boyfriend is playing in," you teased.
"I'm in every game," Harry pointed out with a laugh.
You nodded, "yeah but this is the first one where I'll get to yell 'that's my boyfriend'" you told him with a waggle of your eyebrows.
"You're a goof," he chuckled, "hey, on the topic of tonight's game.."
"Yeah?"
"Can I have your panties?" He blurted.
You stared at him with a confused look. "My underwear? Like the thong I have on right now?" You asked.
He nodded, "please?" He added.
You bit your bottom lip, "do I get an explanation, or would you just like me to hand them over?" You laughed.
Harry thought about it, "I'll explain later, can I get them?"
"Sure," you smiled, "go get em tiger," you added with a wink.
Harry's mouth nearly fell open. Here the two of you were in a janitor's closet in the middle of the school hall and you were proposing he get down and get them himself, knowing he wouldn't be able to help himself to other things, right before his game?… the boys would kill him for this later, but fuck it.
"My pleasure, pretty girl," he whispered biting your earlobe and dropping down to his knees. Thankfully you had chosen to wear a skirt today, so access wasn't exactly a problem. He trailed his hands up the inside of your legs while he peppered kisses onto a sliver of your exposed belly, driving you wild. He pushed your skirt up and dipped his head down kissing on the material covering your core. You let out a moan as he gently sucked on the material.
"Your going to get us caught," he complained as he lifted your leg over his shoulder and pushed you back so your back was against the door.
Just as you were going to make some smart ass remark, he slid your underwear to the side and wrapped his lips around your clit making you cry out, then like you had done this a million times, he lifted your other leg over his shoulder and proceeded to eat you out like his last meal until you were coming all over his face.
Satisfied once your legs were shaking and your breath was uneven, he pulled your panties down your legs and stuffed them into his pocket.
He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips before opening the door and stepping out, "catch ya after the game pretty girl," he winked and disappeared. Leaving you you breathless and missing him instantly.
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Hot Competition || Tom Holland
Golf!Tom x Fem!reader
Prompt: My friend requested I write an imagine/one-shot where instead of being an actor Tom ended up pursuing his hobby of golfing and he is now a famous renown golfer.
Summary: As the evening comes about Tom must attend the opening press conference for the 2019 Sony Open and of course he brings you (his girlfriend) along. Things get heated as a new rival of Tom’s interrupts the event which leads to Tom becoming inherently jealous but like always it ends on a very special and sweet note.
TW: Fluff, Heated Making out, Arguing/Light Language, Jealousy/Overprotectiveness, Established Relationship, Nudity
Word Count: 4,968
A/N: Honestly I have no explanation for this One-shot other than the fact that I really wanted to make an angsty part 2 for this AU so I hope everyone enjoys!
GO READ PT 1 FIRST!
Hot steam airs out of the bathroom as you open the door, a towel wrapped around your body, and the fresh smell of vanilla mint in the air. You take a deep breath as you walk towards the bed your wet hair dripping and already starting to form curls as it air drys. You groan as you walk over to your suitcase knowing Tom had hidden all your underwear and bras just so the two of you would make up, wasn't such a bad idea now that you think about it. Now wasn't the time to be taking an hour to find underwear and a bra because there was a press conference in less than 30 mins and Tom NEVER was late to a conference.
"Darling! Where did you put my underwear and bras? I know you did it all in fun and games but I seriously need to get dressed right now." You say still clutching your towel to your chest and pacing back and forth looking for the missing clothes.
Seconds after you see Tom walk through the bathroom door a towel wrapped around his waist his V line peeking through and his abs glistening, his wet hair slicked back after the romantic bath you two had just taken, and let's just say you both did more than bathe...
"Oh that, I seriously forgot about that um...where did I put it again?" He says to himself as he walks around and to the living room, Tessa barking as he sees Tom and she sits nice and quietly on the sofa being the little pampered princess she is.
"Tom! Seriously don't play dumb with me." You say tapping your foot angrily against the floor as he looks all around the penthouse in hopes he can find the underwear and bras before he gets hit with a pillow by you.
"Ok! Ok! I think I put them here..." He says pushing the sofa cushions out of the way and walking back into the bedroom with a hand full of underwear and a couple of bras.
"Happy now?" He asks as he hands them to you earning a quick smile.
"Why thank you, I feel like I've been playing nudist for hours now," You say with a laugh.
"But that isn't always a bad thing." You wink in his direction and he smirks at you before going into the closet and pulling out a couple of suit options for the conference.
"Well, you can say that again. I was hoping you wouldn't wear any underwear at all tonight, the lace just gets in the way." He says winking right back at you and you blush in response hiding your face in your underwear thinking about the idea.
"I'll think about it..." You say as Tom just pauses before continuing to put on his briefs and runs his fingers through his hair once more as he hums looking at his options of what to wear. He always wanted to look nice and sharp for conferences no matter what.
You did the same looking at your option of dresses for the night hanging on the back of the bedroom door in nicely zipped-up garment bags. You take off your towel, to put on a red velvet and lace bra and you look over at the underwear pile to see the matching undies to go with but you nod your head deciding to go commando, you were feeling frisky and maybe you were guilty of wanting a nice round 2 of what happened this afternoon.
"No underwear I see. Good choice." Tom says as he glances at you, your hand on your hip still looking at what dress you want to pick.
"I'm only doing it for you, plus every golfer needs a little encouragement before the match the next day no?" You ask smiling as you ultimately decide to go with the slim black dress.
You go to unzip the bag taking the dress out and taking it off the hanger, slipping into the gorgeous dress that was pitch black, with gold chains draping across the very open back. The neckline is a sweetheart showing off your boobs in all the right ways and dress straps that cascaded off the shoulder.
"Darling, do you mind zipping up the back for me?" You ask pushing your hair out of the way and to the side as you can immediately feel his hands grabbing your waist from behind. He cheekily rested one hand on your ass the other slowly zipping up the back. Just when you thought he was done he pulls you closer his head resting against your shoulder and kissing you on the neck.
"You look stunning princess...Now help me pick out something to wear." He whispers against your skin pulling away, giving your ass a playful slap and you blush to turn around and look at the suits he has laid out.
Navy blue, maroon or black. You scan over the shirt choices and even the ties which had to be your favorite part.
"Id say a navy blue suit, light blue shirt and grey tie. I like the grey tie babe." You say in an innocent voice as he looks at you smiling as he takes your advice and picks what you chose.
"Anything for you princess, I was liking the blue for today too. Great minds think alike." He says as he starts to put on his button-up shirt but you interrupt him and before he could protest you start slowly buttoning up his shirt for him. You run your fingers through the silky fabric tugging at his shirt to have him be closer to you. You button each button slowly up to the top and grab the tie helping him tie it.
"I guess now should be when I give you a pep talk. Darling...I love you. You're an amazing golf player and I know you're going to knock this conference out of the park just like you always do. Don't get nervous about the questions and if anything just focus on me, I'll be right by your side, holding your hand and I know you can get hot-headed at times so don't lose your temper no matter how stupid the question can be. Those reporters and Golf critics are just trying to get under your skin. I know you're going to crush the competition no matter who they are." You say hoping your short and sweet pep talk is good enough for him since speeches weren't much your thing.
Next thing you know after you knot his tie you yank him closer. His lips on yours moving in unison as your hands grip his tie tighter and his hands going to grip your waist again, the kiss short but passionate before you pull away to get a breath of air.
"I love you too darling. I know you think your pep talks aren't always the best but they truly help calm me down even though I don't show it. I think I might have mastered the ultimate poker face for these conferences by now." He says with a chuckle before pulling apart from you stepping into the bathroom as you follow him, you start to do your makeup, winging your eyeliner, powdering your face, and finishing off with dark red lipstick. You grab the blow dryer drying your long locks of hair and twisting it up into an updo putting two silver-looking chopsticks through the bun you hand managed to make, a few loose strings of hair on the sides adding to the perfect updo.
You see Tom struggling with putting on his cufflinks so you help him clip them in and smile as you look at your handsome boyfriend making you bite your lip in response as you had no problem checking him out.
"I have to say you're looking rather dashing right now. I definitely won't be able to keep my hands off of you tonight." You say giving him a cheeky wink as you start throwing things into your handbag and picking out some black high heels but of course not too high to make it seem like you were taller than your boyfriend. Last time Tom got all insecure when you found insoles in his dress shoes that were adding on some inches to his height when he wore them, it was a fit of laughter that you don't think you will ever let him live down or forget.
You see out of the corner of your eye Tom grabbing some sunglasses and flicking them open and putting them on, pushing them up to rest in his perfectly gelled hair.
"Are you ready to go darling?" He asks looking at you up and down and licking over his lips, holding out his arm for you to hold it and walk together with him.
You silently nod with a smile as you loop your arm with his and start walking towards the front door. He kisses your cheek before you both walk out the door making you smile even more as Tessa barks from the sofa as you both say your goodbyes to her and leave to meet in the conference room.
Walking to the room where conferences were was always the scariest part. You could always feel Tom squeezing your hand a bit tighter and his hands always trembling before those doors would open and the both of you would be met with flashing lights and cameras being shoved in your faces.
Before the doors open you look into his eyes nodding as if silently saying you were ready and he just smiled right back at you, that nervous smile of his before he knocks on the door and you both enter into the room. Bright lights and flashing cameras were already taking tons of pictures already as the two of you held each other's hands and smiled pretty for the cameras, knowing that minutes after the conference was over there would be pictures posted all over and of course, you would go on Instagram and nitpick every single feature about yourself while laughing happily at all the fan accounts that would be posting positive messages about you two.
Tom leads you to the conference table as you both take your seats, water is delivered to you immediately and other Golf professionals and coaches were sitting beside you and you politely greet them hello and introduce yourself as the famous girl who stole Tom's heart. Butterflies fill your stomach as interviewers were already flipping through the pages of their notepads eager to ask a million questions and the conference leader announcing that the conference would begin. You sit quietly, listening intently and holding Tom's hand under the table as you sit still looking pretty as questions started to be tossed around.
"Ok! Settle down everyone, the Sony Open 2019 Hawaii Press Conference is to begin now. We have Tom Holland here as you all may know as well as his lovely girlfriend beside him and his coaches and managers here as well. Who would like to start with the first question-" The Conference leader says before getting interrupted by the slamming of a door opening and a very handsome man walking through the door as he flicks off his sunglasses and runs his fingers through his light brown locks, he licks his lips as the press turns their attention to him snapping photos immediately as you feel Tom squeeze your hand even tighter.
"Oh well, sorry to interrupt folks. If I may, I'd like to ask the first question directed to Mr. Holland over there." The mysterious man says as he walks closer to the tables and his eyes glaze over me, his look mysterious and almost as if the damn man was undressing me with his eyes, he had a strong smolder going on.
"Do you think you're going to win against me tomorrow?" The man says with a cocky smile to follow with the typical asshole playboy look he had going for him, you were impressed but not that impressed, this type of guy was one Tom made sure would never lay a finger on you.
Tom stood up letting go of your hand as you gasped silently seeing probably the most serious face you had ever seen him with before.
"It looks like someone came to MY conference uninvited. What the hell are you doing here Jordan?" Tom says in a firm yet assertive tone his hands fisted resting against the table as he looks his opponent straight in the eye showing no fear whatsoever.
The now mysterious man being named Jordan, it was clear this guy must have been the competition and things were getting hot.
"Oh no, did that question make you mad Mr. Holland? I just came to scope out my competition but all I can see is a 5' 8" man with no golfing skills." Jordan poked back at Tom, he wanted to get Tom mad and cause a scandal while the cameras were on him.
"But you have skills in picking women." He says looking over at you and winking, it made your stomach churn with disgust.
Tom got up from behind the table, unbuttoning his suit jacket and going up to Jordan's face to face, Tom had fury burning in his eyes.
"Id suggest you leave this conference room before I kick you out Jordan. I'd hate to have to punch you in the face right in front of all these cameras unless...looking like a fool in front of the cameras is what you want." Tom says his voice is deep and aggressive as the managers and coaches are scrambling to avoid a fight happening before the conference even begins.
Jordan lets out a laugh as if not caring what Tom had even said and he shoves Tom's shoulder making him stumble back.
"As if you could ever win in a fight against me anyways. I have to say you're bold with your threats Holland, too bad it's all talk and no action. We will settle this on the course tomorrow, and see who the real winner is." Jordan says before turning his back on Tom and walking towards the door to leave but Tom's voice stops him in his tracks.
"Good luck Jordan, you're going to need it after I'm done with you. How about you make it less obvious next time that you're checking out my girl because I can guarantee next time, I'll punch you in the face I don't care whether there are cameras around or not." He says as his final words before Jordan just smirks leaving the room before managers could push him out and Tom returns to the table fists clenched and furious.
Everyone in the room is speechless as the press can't help but start shouting out questions to Tom awaiting an answer as you just sit still shocked by the whole scene and you go to grab Tom's hand but he isn't having it so you kept to yourself.
"Sorry about the interruption folks, we will continue with the press conference now. My sincerest apologies Mr. Holland." The conference leader says and Tom tries to slap on a smile for everyone to hide his rage.
Questions bounced around back and forth for about an hour, for the most part, you just sat there looking pretty, almost like a trophy of sorts which wasn't your favorite part of Tom's job but sometimes the attention felt nice. You were dying to just get to the after-party already until one question came up making your eyes go wide.
"Hi, Mr. Holland! The fans are dying to know when will you two lovebirds be getting married?" A perky interviewer asks excited and full of anticipation.
Tom looks over to you smiling as you can't help but smile right back and bring the microphone in front of you closer, clearing your throat to answer the question.
"Well um-I'll let Y/N answer that question," Tom says passing the question to you and you tense up unsure of what to say. Yes, the topic of getting married did come up a few times but it was never serious and you could say the clock was ticking for the both of you. You both had been together for about 3 years now so of course, the fans wanted to know when their favorite golfing couple would get married.
"That's a good question...I mean I'm not sure if that will be anytime soon...But I'm open to the idea." You say confidently yet unsure nervous smiling as you look at Tom.
"Does that answer the question?" You say unsure if the interview was satisfied with such a vague response but she seemed content with the answer and the conference leader decides to end the conference and Tom says his obligatory thank you's and goodbyes to the press. Having had time to cool off from the tension that happened about an hour ago, he grabs a hold of your hand leading you out of the room and into the hallway as interviewers shout that the both of you should kiss for the cameras. You bring yourself closer to him giving him a kiss on the cheek seeing as Tom had turned his head quick enough to have you miss his lips.
The two of you exit into the hallway, it's clear there is tension between not only you two but between Tom and this new rival of his. Without a word the whole time he leads you into the elevator pressing the button to the top floor and once the doors closed and nobody else enters behind you both, Tom corners you against the elevator wall his arm blocking anyway out you could have had, his body pressed up against yours and his eyes staring right into yours, his chocolatey brown eyes almost burning, it was clear that Tom was jealous and it was written all over his face.
Next thing you know his lips are locked with yours, his hands gripping your waist so you couldn't escape his grasp. Your lips moved to the rhythm of his, breathless gasps and moans filling the elevator as passing floors kept dinging every time you went up a level. His hands made their way to your ass squeezing as a sign for you to jump up wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you up still pressing you against the wall making sure his lips were still continuously against yours. Both of your tongues danced in unison as if fighting for dominance. The both of you hear a loud dinging, a sign that the elevator had reached its last stop being the penthouse and Tom doesn't hesitate to continue carrying you as he makes his way through the doors. Your hands find a way to tangle up in his hair making sure not to mess it up too much as his lips pull away from yours you take the liberty to start peppering kisses down his neck already making your mark on his neck as you suck and bite down softly at the spot.
As he still is holding onto you for dear life you snap out of it and look him in the eyes once more his lips and neck are painted crimson red and you can't help but giggle at the hot mess that was your boyfriend. Tom is confused as to why you are laughing but walks over into the kitchen to set you on the countertop and you teasingly push him away yet still keep him close.
"Hey, what was that for-" He says in protest as you grab a kitchen towel, throwing it at him as he catches it.
"You continue to surprise me Holland but you know damn well making out with me isn't going to solve your problems and frustrations. You have red lipstick all over babe, clean yourself off and then we can talk." You say crossing your legs in a ladylike fashion as you sit upon the countertop smirking at him and he reluctantly takes the towel and starts to wipe off the red pigment from his face and neck.
"You're...You're right I just got carried away and jealous. But hey you weren't exactly holding back either you know." He says loosening up his tie and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt revealing more of his collar bones as he wipes at the lipstick you left on his neck.
"There is nothing to be jealous of Tom. That Jordan guy was just trying to push your buttons. I'm confident you're going to do the best tomorrow, plus I'll say it a million times over and over but I'm yours. You don't have to worry about some other guy scooping me up and taking me away." You say as you motion for him to come closer to you as you loosely rest your arms on his shoulders your fingers playing with the loose hairs at the nape of his neck as he looks up at you.
"I just- I worry too much and you know that. I'm going to show him a damn piece of my mind tomorrow and I wasn't joking when I said I'd punch him. He kept looking at you like a piece of meat, it made me sick." He said resting his head against your stomach as you hugged him close.
"It's ok darling, at least I'm your piece of meat." You say with a straight face but start breaking out into laughter as you can feel Tom smile against your stomach pulling away as he goes to look up at you again.
"You could say that again." He says with a chuckle pausing as he doesn't break eye contact with you his hands gently placing themselves on your thighs squeezing softly.
"Y/N...did you mean what you said at the conference? I have to know it's practically killing me inside." He says his voice almost choking as if running out of air.
"Oh, that..." You say pausing but smiling as you look into his chocolatey eyes.
"As I said, of course, I'd want to get married. I'm not sure if that will be now, tomorrow, or years from now. What I do know is that right now, this minute, I'm here with you and only you. You're the only man I'd want to ever think about spending the rest of my life with." You say quietly as you tilt your head to the side smiling his eyes locking with yours.
"Then what about right now?" Tom asks as you can feel the palms of his hands getting sweatier as they are gripping the sides of your thighs.
"You mean-" You can't even finish your sentence before he cuts you off, his hands moving to hold yours.
"Yes...Y/N, I've been thinking about this for weeks now and every time I think about it the more, I wanted to ask you. I can't imagine not having you in my life and sometimes I wonder if I'm the luckiest guy on earth to have you as my girlfriend. I love you so much and I know we have had our ups and downs but whenever I look to my right you're always there by my side and I want you to be by my side forever. Will you marry me?" He says reaching into his back pocket pulling out a small black velvet box, lifting the top revealing a beautiful engagement ring. The pearl on top is big and beautiful with two diamonds on its side attached to a gold band.
You start bursting into tears, happy ones, and your hands go to cover your mouth nodding your head yes in the process as you're a crying mess. You're left-hand shakes as you pull it away to rest in his hand and he slides the ring on your finger.
"Am I taking that as a yes?" He asks jokingly but also smiling like crazy as you hop off the counter and embrace him immediately.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, thousand times yes! I love you so much Tom you have no idea." You say in between happy sobs of tears still gripping onto him not wanting to let go.
He is hugging you right back just as hard and long not wanting to let go either as the both of you stand in the kitchen crying at the fact that he just proposed to you in probably the most unconventional way you would have thought let alone imagined, but everything about it was perfect. The both of you finally pull away from each other as Tom holds you close, he takes a moment to wipe your tears away from your cheek as he smiles right back at you.
"I love you, darling." Is all he can think to say as you take a moment to admire the ring on your finger. The feeling of it so odd for you, not being used to having such a big and beautiful thing that symbolized his love for you.
You take a minute to wipe the tears off with the same towel he had used stained with red lipstick and you smile holding out your hand as he holds you close.
"It's so beautiful, I'm just speechless." You say giving Tom a quick passionate kiss before he could respond.
"I'm glad you love it, I was nervous you weren't going to like it." He admits and you furrow your eyebrow.
"How come? How can I not love something like this?" You say looking down at the ring once more.
"It was my grandmother's ring. She made me promise I'd give it to the woman I for sure wanted to marry, with that she gave me the ring and I've saved it ever since till right now. I looked up to my grandparents since their love lasted for over 50 years. It made me think I want to have the same thing with you too, I want to grow old with you, have kids with you and just to be completely happy with you right by my side." His heartfelt words making you want to cry even more but you do your best to hold it in.
"Tom Holland don't make me cry even more today." You say with a happy giggle as he kisses your cheek gently as you feel his hand creep up the back of your neck and slip out the metal chopsticks you had in your bun that was holding it all together. Your hair slowly cascading down your back, the silky locks covering your shoulders now.
"Ok, Ok I promise I don't have any more surprises." He says raising an eyebrow playfully as you can't help but playfully slap him on the forearm.
"You better keep that promise fiance. Oh my god, that sounds so weird yet so right to say." You gasp as you can't believe that now he is now your fiance.
"Well I'll still be calling you darling and babe so nothing has really changed has it?" He asks admiring how beautiful you look with your hair down, he never liked it when it was up in those uptight buns and ponytails.
"Your right, It will always be the same as always and that's exactly how I like it." You say right back to him and smiling once more not being able to contain your excitement and overall happiness.
"It's a good thing I wore that waterproof eyeliner. Who would have ever guessed the famous Tom Holland would propose to his girlfriend in a kitchen. Don't get me wrong babe but I love it no matter what. Big fancy restaurants and proposals aren't my thing, I liked that you made it more private and well... let's say intimate." You say giving him a quick peck on the lips hugging him again keeping him close in your embrace.
"It's a good thing I improvised because I actually did want to propose tomorrow on the golf course after I won the tournament but I figured something like this would be special and should be just between us. Plus it's great timing that the opening ceremony is going to be in exactly..." He pauses raising his wrist to see the time on his watch.
"In 15 minutes. Just enough time for-" Tom says before getting cut off as you smirk at him and he can feel your hands tighten their grip.
"For you to take off my dress..." You say blushing that you were in such a flirty mood already but hey it wasn't your fault. With all the excitement and happiness you were also burning inside to do a little bit of celebrating and let's just say Tom's idea for you to go commando under this dress was having your mind run wild thoughts.
"Well...I was going to say for you to fix your makeup but that also doesn't sound like a bad idea." He says his hands sliding down your sides his hands resting on your ass.
"Come on now future husband, I need to test out the merchandise before I marry you." You say playfully as you take your hands guiding him to grip the bottom of your dress and hike it up, exposing your naked skin.
"Don't mind if I do..." He says, his lips already having made way to the crook of your neck fluttering kisses upon the delicate soft skin.
After a long and crazy day full of ups and downs, both of you needed some alone time before having to meet more press at the opening ceremony, facing cut-throat competition on the golf course and still squeezing in time to start planning the wedding of a lifetime.
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Tom gave you no option, really. You had no choice but to love him, to fall for him as hard as you did. Oftentimes, you thought about how inevitable it was, how inevitable he was. You knew his trap was inescapable, but you were too exhilarated, too thrilled with the idea of being his, that you let him trip you. You let him, let him trip you until you fell hard.
If Tom had fallen any harder, he was positive he’d break his nose for the fourth time in five years. But no, he definitely fell, but he didn’t hit rock bottom. He’d fallen for you, and that was the scariest thing in the entire world to him — losing you, falling so hard and fearing if you’d leave. He knew if you did leave, he’d never recover, never truly live the same way.
So he’s asking for you to be his, for forever. Granted, forever is a long time, and that’s almost what Tom loves most about it. He loves calling you his, knowing you’re connected at the hip, in the mind, with your hearts. But he also loves having the security of everyone else knowing it, too.
You love it too — you love what the ring symbolizes. Your Tiffany & Co. ring, a dashing 1.27 carats. You love Tom, and the way his mind works — he didn’t go the traditional route in getting your parents’ blessing and buying a ring. Instead, he’d asked you casually.
“Hey, love.” Tom walks into the kitchen, sitting on the counter beside the stove where you’re heating the kettle for some tea.
“What’s up, baby?”
“Do you… wanna go shopping today?”
“For what?”
“A ring.”
You freeze, glancing up at him with shocked eyes, eyes full with pleasant surprise.
“A ring?”
“For… you. For us- for… marriage?”
“Tommy…” You lean back, mouth open slightly. You can feel tears starting to form, starting to wet your eyes. It’s love — you can feel it — it’s love that’s wetting your eyes, your cheeks, your face. It’s love that causes these happy tears. “What’re you saying?”
“I’m saying…” He jumps off the counter, grabbing both of your hands after coming closer to you, filling up the space between you and him. “That I want you to be mine for… the rest of my life.”
“Tom,” You pout. “I don’t know what to say.”
“That you’ll let me?” His eyes are more hopeful than they’ve ever been in his entire life. Even more so than when he’d auditioned for Spider-man. He’s practically on his knees for you, sacrificing his heart in return for yours. “That you’ll let me be yours?”
You break into a smile, arms wrapping around his neck, lips by his ear as you whisper your response, feverishly and softly and passionately. “Of course, I’ll let you. You’ve always been mine.”
That day, the two of you went into Tiffany & Co. together, pointing at the jewels and bands and accessories with smiles wider than the Grand Canyon. You had a feeling, later on, that perhaps every store worker was watching the two of you, watching your love bounce off the walls of the fancy shop. They were watching you with jealous eyes, with proud eyes, that you were taking this large step together, and decided to include them in just a small piece of your journey together.
It’s been a month since then, and for the first time ever, you’re wearing your ring out in public. You’re having dinner with Tom’s family and your own family. It’s your parents’ anniversary — at least, last week it was, but they decided to celebrate with connected family later on — which means close family is gathering for a small dinner party.
“Don’t get cold feet on me.” Tom’s chin rests in the crook of your neck as he hugs you from behind. You’re looking in the full-length body mirror, adjusting your clothes as you slip the engagement ring on your finger like you’ve done so many times when you’re alone.
“Never, Tommy.” You return his smile, turning around in his arms and leaning to give him a soft kiss. It’s not a peck, but it’s not messy — it’s passionate and intimate and everything you’ve ever wanted. It’s what you’ve dreamed of, fantasized, read in every romance novel you could get your hands on.
It’s easy, being in love with Tom. It’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done and the most difficult thing in the world. It’s hard when everybody wants to be in your place, when everybody wants to be his. But it’s easy, knowing that he’d never trade his place for anything in the universe. If he’s not by your side, then he’s betrayed everything he’s ever told himself.
He’s complete by your side. That’s cliche, and even he knows it, but nothing has ever felt so true to him. Nothing has ever felt so right.
You lock the front door, holding your potato quiche with two hands as you make your way to the car. Tom sets the gift bag in the backseat before opening the passenger for you. You smile, thanking him, and he steals a cheek kiss before closing the door. You chuckle, setting the quiche on your lap as you buckle your seat belt. He does the same, buckling his seatbelt and shifting the gear, leaving the driveway before offering you his hand.
You accept it, interlocking your fingers. He blushes at the gesture, giddy inside. There’s something so intimate about affection in an act as simple as driving or even cleaning the dishes. There’s something so knee weakening about needing to feel someone against your skin in the simplest of acts. Against your skin in a raw way that isn’t animalistic, passionate yet not feverishly or greedy. There’s something so butterfly-provoking about displays of love in settings that aren’t even romantic.
It’s suffocating yet addicting at the same time. He’s addicting, but not as much as you.
As you get closer to the front door of the Holland household, you find yourself covering your hands with the sleeves of your hoodie. As you enter the house, you’re too caught up in greetings and hugs and food and people to realize you haven’t let the piece of jewelry show.
Dinner hasn’t even been served yet and you’re already growing hot and sweaty. You’re sipping wine, leaning against the fireplace with Tom’s arm around your waist. He’s calmly sipping beer, fingers ever present on your skin. As he leaves yet another kiss against the underside of your ear, you feel urged to ask to make the announcement now, rather than during dessert.
“Can we… tell them now?”
“Really?” He pauses his latest kiss against your neck, whispering back to you. When you nod, he smiles and mirrors your headshake. “May I take your jacket then, kind lady?” He puts on a Victorian accent and you giggle.
“If you insist.”
As your arms are stripped of the hoodie, you hand it off to him for safekeeping in the coat closet. When he returns to your side, your hands are behind your back, waiting for Tom to gather everyone’s attention.
“Hey, everyone, there’s uh- there’s something we’d like to talk about with everyone.”
As Harry raises a brow, he makes eye contact with his twin who hollers for Nikki to come in from the kitchen for a moment. Your parents are bewildered, as is your sister and Harrison.
With a final look at Tom, you smile as Nikki settles onto the arm of a chair Dominic is sitting in. You hold up your left hand, proudly showing off the newest ring to your collection. Your mom gasps first, and Nikki stands up quickly when she realizes what she’s seeing.
Paddy looks at Tom for positivity on what this means, and he can only smirk with a blush brighter than the star he named after you. All in a matter of seconds, your mothers are running towards you, Harrison and Sam and Harry screaming in excitement, in congratulations. Tom is hugging your father, shaking his hand nervously.
Your sister is next to see you, pulling you into her embrace with a teary smile and happy eyes. “You’re… gonna be married.”
You laugh, nodding as you try not to cry too. “Yeah.”
“So he’s the one, huh?”
“Yeah,” You eye Tom, who’s talking to your mother and your sister’s husband. “He’s… the only one.”
When you turn your head back in your sister’s direction, she’s looking at you with soft eyes and an adoring smile. You try not to get flustered, but when you look at Tom again, he’s looking at you already, all the way from across the living room.
He’s smiling in a way he never has before, looking at you as if you’re the only person he’s ever laid eyes on. Goosebumps raise on your skin, a chill sent straight up your spine, and suddenly, you know you’re meant to do this for the rest of your life.
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falling with grace | i
Summary → lilah’s a newly single mom, tom is her charming english co-star
Words → 1.6k
Warnings → mentions of divorce, hints to anxiety and anxious behaviors, fluff
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The sun is unruly in it’s entry, wild in the background. Blonde wisps of hair blow into her face routinely and a little hand comes up to rub sleep from her eyes. The sky is a canvas of wild pastels, the morning just barely upon New York.
Lilah smiles gently as she rubs a delicate pattern into her daughter's warm skin, hoping to keep the toddler asleep for at least another hour or so. Her eyes catch sight of a crew member off in the distance. They’re preparing for a busy few weeks, though things are never anything but organized on warner brothers sound stages as they produce marvel magic.
Lilah breathed out a gentle sigh of relief when she felt her daughter's weight drop, and the telltale steady breaths dance across her neck. She shifted her bag up higher onto her shoulder, escaping the early morning sunrise into her trailer. As always, Lilah leaves the door open, anticipating the arrival of her co-star. The sun brightened her trailer as it rose fully, the sky a brilliant bright blue that teasingly reminded her of what is not yet the past.
"Hey." Zendaya greets in a whisper, "You've got Gray today?"
The toddler is sprawled out in a pack-in-play, wisps of blonde hair unruly with sleep. Zendaya frowns, watching closely as the façade Lilah built crumbles. The older blonde buries her head in her hands, heaving a heavy and heartbroken sign.
"William’s plane got delayed. He doesn't know when he'll be up to get her." Lilah ranted, lifting her head only to glance over at her sleeping toddler. This entire situation wasn’t fair to her.
The stress of a divorce, motherhood, and a movie had been weighing Lilah down for months, and the perfect life she constructed for herself and her daughter seemed to be falling apart. Even then, Lilah tried to make the best of her less-than-ideal situation.
"I'm always here if you need me, Li," Zendaya reminded with a small smile of encouragement, grabbing onto Lilah’s hands and giving them both a gentle squeeze. "You don't have to do this alone."
Lilah returned the smile, letting silence speak for her. She was never good with dependency and communication, but with Zendaya as her support system, she didn’t have to be. The two actresses went over their sides, wordlessly supporting one another.
"Good Morning.” Tom peeked his head into the trailer, a warm smile on his face. Lilah couldn’t help but smile back at him.
Lilah couldn’t help but notice that the English actor was dressed in grey sweatpants, white strings hanging untied, and a white tank top that perfectly showcased his defined biceps. A blush traveled up Lilah’s neck, and she forced her eyes away from Tom before he could notice that she was staring.
"Hey. How's Tessa?" Zendaya asked, looking up from her sides to greet Tom. He took a seat on the couch opposite the two girls, a luminescent grin brightening his features as he caught sight of the princess sporting toddler sprawled out in the pack-n-play.
Tom’s throat went dry while he racked his memory for who Tessa was. He’d been lost in a thought, one that involved himself and Lilah hours away from New York. He scolded himself for running away with the thought, pulling his gaze from Grace and instead refocusing on Zendaya with a boyish blush he hopes she won’t notice.
"She’s healing, keeps running into the walls though." He let out a small, nervous chuckle, scratching at the back of his neck. Lilah and Zendaya both quirk an eyebrow at him, but before they can ask, a head pops into the trailer and calls both women to makeup.
Lilah bites her lip, watching her daughter’s back rise and fall with the gentle motion of sleep. “Do you want me to stay with her?” Tom asks softly, picking up on the uncertainty in Lilah’s posture.
“I couldn’t ask you to do that, Tom. I’ll just take her with me.” Lilah advances towards the pack-n-play somewhat possessively, distress in her eyes as she looks startled by Tom's offer.
Tom smiles at the young mother, absolutely amazed by her strength, yet wishing she would let him in. “Don’t worry about it, Lies.”
“Are you sure?” She falters, eyes falling upon Grace with guilt. She feels bad leaving her daughter in somebody else’s care, especially now, while she’s in the middle of a divorce. “I don’t want you to feel like you half to--”
“I don’t.” Tom shakes his head, a soft promise in the words he’s spoken. “Let me help you, yeah?”
Lilah, though reluctantly, nods her head in agreement.
— ☆ —
Lilah smiled softly at Zendaya, finding the taller girl already set up in the hair and makeup trailer. Her mind was still heavy on Tom and Grace, but she tried to refocus her energy on the day of work ahead of her.
“You know, Tom is really good with her.” Zendaya mimed, looking over at Lilah with a gentle smile as to not seem like she was intending to overstepping. Nobody really knew where the boundaries were with Lilah, especially now. “I’m pretty sure they had a tea party last week.”
Lilah grinned. Her daughter was fascinated with the little british mannerisms Tom and Harry carried, and both brothers were more than willing to play-up their accents. It was no great surprise that they had taken it a step further and had a tea party with her toddler. Lilah's heart swelled at the thought, her cheeks turning crimson. Worries of William had fallen behind her for the time being, and a gentle happiness returned to her heart.
Zendaya smiled, seeing the soft switch in Lilah. They’d been friends for years, even prior to their entry in the MCU, but things with William had really taken a toll on Lilah; even before she had filed for divorce. Zendaya was glad to see that happiness hadn’t completely abandoned her.
"It's lively in here today." Jake smiled when he came in, his entrance just barely heard over Lilah and Zendaya.
For the first time in days, Lilah smiled fully and authentically; dimples carving into her cheeks that had begun to ache from laughing so hard. She felt tetherless, for the first time in weeks like absolutely nothing was holding her down.
The makeup artists finished up on her shortly after Jake came in. She smiled thickly at both of her co-stars, standing up from the makeup chair with a gentle groan, wincing at the way her thighs had stuck to the seat.
“Alright. See you later.” She waved, laughing softly when Jake insisted on kissing her head before she left to find Tom.
— ☆ —
When Lilah walked into her trailer, she smiled seeing Tom asleep on the couch. His shoes had been kicked off, and it looked like he had tried to throw a blanket over himself before he fell asleep. She couldn’t blame him, it was only slightly past eight in the morning.
She had picked up her costume on the way back to her trailer, and without making too much noise, she slipped past Tom and Grace to change. On her way to the bathroom, she fixed the blanket over Tom’s naked shoulders, grinning at the way he subconsciously curled into the soft cotton.
Acting was an escape for Lilah. She’d started when she was only young, through musicals and local commercial auditions, and somehow, she’d gotten her chance.
"Oh, hey." Tom yawns, sitting up on the couch, dropping the blanket into his lap. Lilah smiled amusedly at him, offering a shy smile and a wave.
She sits down opposite Tom, picking up the sides that had been half-heartedly highlighted the previous night. “Thanks for watching her.” She diverts her attention to the lines she knows three times over, avoiding Tom’s heavy stare on her. “It’s just, she was meant to be with William, and things came up for him. Everything was so last minute, and I couldn’t find anyone--”
“It’s no problem, Li. If you need someone for tomorrow, I’m free.” Tom disregarded Lilah’s babbling, reaching forward to squeeze her knee. He hated when she got like this; so inwardly shy and ashamed of her life.
He wished she had at least a small understanding of how admirable and strong she truly is. She doesn’t see herself the way he sees her, though, and it tears him apart inside.
This was Lilah. His sweet best friend that was losing herself in a divorce. She’s really just a kid, but she’s got her own child to worry about before herself, and Tom worries. He wonders when the last time somebody looked out for her was. Tom wanted to help her in any way that he could, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. He knew what this could look like. Like, he was trying to make a move while she was at her lowest, but that’s not the reality of his intentions at all.
"That would be really helpful." Lilah shyly admits, tempted to throw her arms around Tom and let herself melt into his chest, but she barely restrains herself, settling for squeezing at his hand that still rests on her thigh. "Are you sure that's how you want to spend your day off? What about Harry?"
Lilah hates burdening others with Grace, especially her friends. She’s suffered enough scrutiny from the media, not even to begin on her own amplified concerns and anxieties towards parenting.
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure. She's an angel, Li." Tom smiled, nodding towards Grace who is still sound asleep in the pack-n-play. He searches Lilah’s eyes, finding gentle flicks of yellow twisted into green.
Lilah’s eyes are his new favorite color.
"Thank you. For everything." Lilah reaches forward, hugging Tom and relishing in the way his arms wrap tightly around her middle. Tom doesn’t make any objections to Lilah’s affection, wishing he could hold her like this every day.
He doesn’t know what he feels for Lilah, but he knows she belongs in his arms, and he never wants to let her go.
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Seeing the Thing 2
Summary: You and Harrison have auditions to run, Tom has something to say, like usual, and your past catches up with you.
Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of sex
Word Count: 5.2k
A/N: italics with (***) around them indicate a flashback, just a *** indicate a time jump (usually just from night to morning), let me know if you want to be tagged! Masterlist in bio!
“What the fuck?”
Tom’s accent angrily filled the peaceful silence. You sat up, Harrison’s reflexes a little slower than yours but he follows your lead, squinting at the figure in the doorway.
“Can I help you?” You ask, annoyed. What did he puke all over their dorm room floor? Need Harrison to clean up his mess?
“So I ask you if you slept with 3 guys in one weekend and the next thing you do is sleep with my best friend?”
“Does it look like we did any sleeping? We literally just got back because you were busy puking and being an asshole, we just got to close our eyes.”
“Okay, let’s not fight, Tom, what could you possibly want? Are you drunk?” Harrison asks.
“Drunk? No? Why would I be drunk?”
“Because you were drunk at the party, drunk on the way home?”
“Oh right. Well I might be drunk, I don’t know. What’s it your business?”
“You’re in my fucking room? Did you need something?” You ask, starting to get angrier by the second.
“No, I, I don’t know why I’m here actually. But it’s true isn’t it?”
“Tom this isn’t something you have any business with, if it was if it wasn’t isn’t your fucking problem.”
“Oh it’s totally true.”
“Get out of my fucking room before I kill you,” you all but growl.
“Fuck, fine, just wanted to get to know ya,” you could practically hear his smirk and you wanted to throw your pillow at him. He probably sensed your growing frustration because he closed the door, leaving you and Harrison in darkness.
“I’m sorry, he’s really nosy when he’s drunk.”
“Why’s he here? Like did he really need to stumble all the way up here to ask me that? That happened five months ago.”
“I dunno, you hardly see him, this had to be the most amount of time you’ve ever spent with him, so I’m guessing he’s got a lot on his mind.”
“Why would he have a lot on his mind about me?”
“Dunno,” Harrison shrugs as you two settle back down, his chin resting on your shoulder, “you’re my best friend, he’s my other best friend, maybe he wants to know the person who I spend half my time with.”
“Did you- you didn’t tell him about that night did you?”
“No, course not, he probably heard it from one of them.”
“Assholes, told em not to say anything.”
“Yeah but boys are stupid and horny boys? They’re the worst.”
“Hey you’re a boy,” you say giggling.
“Yeah, and I can be stupid.”
“Not often,” you mumble, feeling yourself fall asleep in his arms.
***
You’re sitting on the same side of the booth, head resting on Harrison’s shoulder as Tom slides into the other side, grinning at the pair of you.
“Look who woke from the dead!” You say, sarcasm dripping from your voice.
“You two look adorable,” he says, and you throw a grape at his face. He catches it in his mouth and eats it which just makes you grumpier.
“Ignore him,” Harrison whispers in your ear, hand rubbing your waist.
“What are you doing up so early? Thought you’d be dead to the world all of today.”
“Can’t darlin, I’m auditioning for your little show.”
You had to fight against dragging Tom to his dorm and locking him in it for the day.
“You’re- you are auditioning? Why? You’ve never done theatre before,” you frown.
“What? You don’t wanna work with me?”
“Gotta get cast first, don’t get too excited,” you say with a roll of your eyes.
“Don’t worry princess, I will.”
You grumble a little as you finish your fruit.
***
Tom insists on walking with you and Harrison to auditions even though you’re getting there a half hour early to set up.
He whines when Harrison and you ignore him to talk about the plans for rehearsal.
“So your ASMs, what are their names again?”
“Gianna and Quinton, Harrison I’ve told you this a million times, they’ll sit outside the room and have people fill out the sheets, we will be watching everyone audition.”
“Sucks that I don’t have an assistant director but I’m so excited for you to work on some scenes.”
“Oh no I don’t,” you start but Tom cuts you off.
“Wait you’re going to be watching everyone audition?” He asks, catching up to you.
“Yes?” You say, barely glancing at him as he falls step by step with you and Harrison.
“Why?”
“Because that’s part of my job?”
“What is your job anyways?”
“I’m the stage manager.”
“Ah so you manage the stage, got it.”
“Yep, that’s 100% my job description,” you mutter as Harrison holds the door to the academic building open.
“So auditions are in Hills?” Tom asks, following you inside.
“That’s where we are, so yes,” you say, a little annoyed at all his questions.
You and Harrison move around, setting up a table outside the classroom with chairs for your ASMs. Tom leans against the wall and watches as you work, setting out audition sheets and pencils.
You head into the classroom, pushing desks aside and out of the way, making a small ‘stage’ for people to give their monologues.
“Hey, Y/N, there’s a girl here, Gianna, she’s looking for you,” Tom says, poking his head in the door.
“Okay, Harrison, everything looks good right? We should be set to get started?”
“Yeah, let’s go talk to Gianna,” he says and Tom holds the door open for the both of you.
“Hey Gi!” You say as Gianna sets her bag down, running over to hug you.
“Hi!” She says, hugging you before pulling away and smiling, “I am so excited to do this show you don’t even know. So today Quentin and I will be here while you and Harrison watch the auditions? I just needa get them to fill out the audition forms right?”
“Yep, and when they do, they can hold onto them and bring them inside to audition with. They’ll be told if they are called back, and are told to tell you so you can keep a list of names.”
“Okay dope, Quentin should be here soon, he’s just getting us coffee.”
“You’re too good to me Gi,” you laugh, “so we-,”
“Could I uh, could I talk to you?” You hear Tom ask, turning to face him you tilt your head.
“Me?”
“Yes you,” he sighs, rolling his eyes.
“Is it about the show?”
“No, I just, can you come here?” He says, eyes flicking between you, Gianna, and Harrison.
“Gianna, could you help me sort through the call back sheets?” Harrison asks, nodding towards the audition room.
You scowl at him before turning back to Tom as the door behind Gianna and Harrison shuts.
“What’s up?” You say crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against the wall next to Tom.
“I just, I wanted to apologize, for last night. That was a dick move. Shouldn’t have said nothing,” he mumbles.
“Said anything.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry my parents would lose their minds if they heard that. Shouldn’t have said nothing, you did say something though, so it would be shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit of a know it all?” He asks, voice laced with annoyance.
“Only when I’m right,” you smirk.
“Anyways, it’s none of my business and I shouldn’t have asked in front of your friends-,”
“It’s fine, you were drunk, people do stupid stuff when they’re drunk.”
“That why you don’t drink?”
“Who wants coffee?” You hear Quentin’s booming voice echo through the hallway and you snap your head up, turning to him.
“Hey bud, whatcha got?” You ask, walking towards him as he sets the cups down on the audition table.
“Your favorite, vanilla misto, got Harrison earl gray, I asked the barista what to get a British person and she suggested that, and I-,”
“Royal English,” you and Tom say at the same time.
“Woah, weird,” Quentin laughs, handing you your drink.
“Don’t know how you can drink iced coffee when it’s 40 degrees out,” you say as he sips his drink.
“Me and Gianna, what can we say, New Englanders born and raised.”
“First of all, you’re from New York, she’s from New Jersey, the only real New Englander is me.”
“Shhh, close enough,” Quentin says, he turns to Tom, “you’re Harrison’s other English buddy huh?”
“Yup,” He says, popping the ‘p’.
“That wasn’t obvious from the accent?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at Quentin.
“Just making small talk,” he says.
Thankfully Harrison and Gianna come out.
“You got me a medium nitro cold brew? Seriously?”
“That’s the biggest size they have for that one! I knew you’d yell at me,” he laughs as Gianna sips her drink.
“Earl grey?” Harrison asks, holding his cup.
“Hey! Don’t blame me! Blame the barista who suggested it,” Quentin laughs.
“It’s fine really,” Harrison says, looking back at you and nodding towards the classroom.
“Alright, Gi, give Quentin a rundown of what you will be doing, Tom, feel free to fill out the audition sheet for us okay?” You say following Harrison into the classroom.
“Was everything okay? With Tom I mean?” He asks as you sit down at the desk.
“Yeah, he just wanted to apologize for being a dick last night,” You say, giggling at Harrison’s shocked expression.
“Didn’t think he was going to, told him to, this morning when I got changed, but uh, didn’t expect any follow through.”
“It’s whatever, he didn’t need to, set myself up for it.”
“You totally did not, he’s just nosy.”
“It’s fine, who’s the first person auditioning?”
“Maggie, then Tom, then we’ve got around 20 more people back to back until 2. Callbacks can be at 4? We can sort through who reads with who during that break.”
“Works for me,” you shrug, “Wait, 22 people, we’d only cut what, 5 people?”
He nods, sitting next to you.
“What did you mean earlier about me directing scenes? I don’t know shit about directing.”
“Yes you do! You directed that one act last year, that was dope, and you always have good instructions for the actors.”
“What would I even direct? There are only 8 scenes and the prologue epilogue bit.”
“Well it’s your favorite show, I know you’re dying to direct the Dave and Rhonda piece.”
“That’s one of the most important pieces in the show.”
“Yes?”
“You’re the Director, you should direct it.”
“I’ll direct the rest of them.”
“I don’t want to take it from you.”
“No actually, the scene is super daunting and you always have good ideas when it comes to it, so I think you should do it.”
You hear a knock on the door and you both turn.
“Hey,” Gianna says, sticking her head inside, “sorry to interrupt, but Maggie is here.”
“Cool, you can send her in. And they can just go in one after the other if you could let them know,” Harrison says, smiling softly.
“Sounds good,” Gianna says, smiling back.
You give the two of them a look, shoving Harrison’s shoulder lightly when she closes the door.
“What?” He laughs.
“If you don’t ask her on a date I’ll ask her for you.”
“I may have already done that.”
“Harrison!”
“What?”
“Proud of you bubs,” you laugh, “just don’t hurt Gianna or I’ll kill you.”
“What are you her dad?”
“Hi,” you hear Maggie enter the room and you both straighten up in your seats.
“Hey Mags,” Harrison says, taking her audition sheet.
“Hey Harrison, Y/N, I’ll be reading Marci’s monologue.”
“Alright, let’s hear it,” Harrison says.
“Phil, I’m not mad about you working, you gotta work…”
Maggie delivers the monologue strong, thanking you both before leaving.
“Wow,” you say, “did you see her tear up at the end?”
“Shit, yeah, hopefully she’s setting us up for a good day.”
“Hi,” Tom says, peeping his head in.
“Hey Tom, come on in,” Harrison says, and Tom hands him the audition sheet.
“Alright so I just give the uh, what’s it called? Monologue? Yes that,” Tom nods, staring at his feet.
“Which monologue will you be reading?”
“Uh, what’s his name? The falling one.”
“Chad?” You ask, eyebrow raised, you’ve never seen him this nervous before.
“Yeah, sorry, just a little nervous,” he laughs, hand rubbing the back of his neck.
“Take a deep breath, just an audition, no pressure, just try your best,” Harrison says, his voice was always so calm and it made you feel better that Harrison seemed to use it with other friends as well, or maybe he just learned how to calm someone down with the tone of his voice because of all the times he’s done it with you. You couldn’t focus on that now though.
Tom seemed to calm down though, nodding and taking a deep breath before starting his monologue. You weren’t expecting much, maybe that’s why his monologue blew you away as much as it did.
“Cause I realized that there is one thing in this world that makes me feel really good and that does make sense and it’s you,” Tom finishes, breaking from Chad’s nervous flustered appearance back to his usual self.
“Do you, we’re calling him back right?” Harrison whispers in your ear.
“We gotta, only have a few boys auditioning as it is,” you say.
“Alright Tom, callbacks are at 4, be there.”
“Wait shit really?” He asks, eyes lighting up.
“Yes really, now get lost,” Harrison says and you roll your eyes.
“See ya at 4!” He says, all but running out of the room.
“There a reason he’s never done theater before?” You ask.
“Dunno, said it wasn’t his style, his style was learning about people, studying them, he’s a sociology major after all.”
You hear some shouting outside and you both frown.
“Well asshole, maybe try not to get so drunk you’re worse than you already are sober!” You hear someone, Ben, it had to be Ben, shout.
“Oh fuck right off, get lost,” You hear Tom scoff, and Harrison stands up.
He rushes to the door and opens it, “Ben, hi, would you like to join us?” He asks, giving you a quick glance.
“Hiya Ben,” you smile, you knew what he was yelling at Tom about.
“Y/N, I’ll be right back okay?” Harrison says, shutting the door as Ben walks into the room.
“Sorry about that,” Ben says, walking past you and slamming his paper on your desk.
“What, what was that about dude?” You ask, tilting your head.
“Nothing, nothing,” Ben says, shaking his head.
“We obviously it wasn’t nothing, why’d you flip out at Tom?”
“Because he was a dick! To you!”
“Okay? He already apologized to me for that, and either way, it’s not your place to yell at him for me.”
“I know it’s not I just still feel-,”
“Feel what? Last time I checked, we dated for all of two months over the summer, that was almost a year ago, and either way you broke up with me.”
“I feel like someone needed to stand up for you.”
“I can stand up for myself thank you very much.”
“I know, I just, I wanted to make sure he apologized or knew he couldn’t treat you like that. Sorry i got bent outta shape.”
“You’re fine, just, you’re probably gonna have to work with him? So chill out?”
***
“Tom, what was that? With Ben?”
“Nothing,” Tom mumbles as he pushes open the door to leave the building.
“Tom, wait, you’re going to have to work together, potentially, so you need to leave any animosity at the door.”
“Then tell that to Ben! He starts screaming at me about Y/N, not being an asshole! What the fucks his problem?”
“They dated, over the summer. And he ended it badly.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah; I’m gonna go finish auditions okay? See you at callbacks?”
“Yeah yeah whatever,” Tom mumbles.
***
“You’re gonna hate me for saying this,” Harrison sighs as stands at the whiteboard. You were working out who should read which sides at callbacks.
“What?”
“Well Ben did a really good read of Randy right?”
“I mean yeah, I know casting is your decision but he read the best Randy, he was the only one who we heard that made the connection between the confusion Randy feels, his best dude friend confessed his love for him, what the fuck? And the anger he feels because why did his friend do that? Without coming across super homophobic if that makes sense.”
“Okay that’s pretty much what I was gonna say, more words but yes.”
“Okay so you don’t want to give him Randy?”
“No I do, but after this morning’s little outburst I want to see how Ben reads with someone else, maybe Matt? For Chad? See how Tom reads with Zach for Randy. But…”
“But what?”
“You know what two characters are very similar?”
You groan, knowing exactly what he’s going to say because you told him in the first place.
“I know you don’t want to, but let’s see how he reads as Dave okay?”
“No, you’re totally right, like I said, Chad, Randy, Dave, And Rhonda are all totally best buds, and in their stories the way Chad acts is very similar to the way Dave asks. I’d just say Chad is more embarrassed than Dave.”
“Oh totally, okay that’s settled, we’ll see how they read for both, and then make a decision based off of that. Can you believe we had just enough boys to fill the cast?”
“I guess it’s not that bad of a thing Tom auditioned,” you shrug and Harrison gasps, way too over the top to be real.
“And how many girls did we call back?” Harrison asks, changing the subject.
“We called back, let’s see, 12, and we’ve got 9 spots.”
“I think right now it’s really between Nicki and Emily reading for Rhonda right? Whoever’s got the best chemistry with Tom, then between Zoe and Chelle for Gayle. I want to see them blow it out of the park with this one, especially in how they can guide the side between Lendall and Gayle.”
“Mhm, Gayle is definitely the alpha of that household, so I’m hoping that they pick up on that reading this side and do their best to show that.”
****
“Tom, will you be in the room tonight?” Harrison asks as you start to put back the room together. The callbacks went pretty well, other than the fact that Tom read a better Dave than Chad, and that most likely meant you’d be directing him. He and Nicki has amazing chemistry in their scene, as amazing as it could be for two awkward twenty something characters learning they love each other.
“Nah, Jason’s throwing a party to start the semester so I’ll be there.”
“You don’t haveta help us, we’re good cleaning up ourselves,” you say as you push the chairs back to where they should be.
“It’s fine, party isn’t for another half hour anyways, don’t wanna be lame and show up early.”
“Alright see you later Tom,” Harrison says as he tosses his backpack over his shoulder and let’s his arm slide around your waist.
“Laters,” He says nodding at Harrison, eyes quickly glancing at you before walking away.
You let your head rest on Harrison’s shoulder as you walk back to the dorms.
“Now that was a long day,” you sigh as Harrison unlocks his dorm room.
“Wanna order pizza or something?”
“Yes please,” you say, flopping down on his bed.
“Okay, I’ll order us some pizza, you grab the whiteboard and let’s cast this show.”
“Fuck, forgot we haveta do that still,” you laughed, pulling his mini whiteboard from the wall.
You uncap the marker as he calls Leo’s Pizza.
“Okay, so, say no to anything, there’s a few roles I’ve got up in the air, but I was thinking Ben as Randy, he showed again in callbacks he’s the only one who can read Randy well.”
Harrison sits on the bed next to you as you write the names of all the characters on the board.
“Nah I totally agree, just means Tom as Dave right?”
“Yep,” you sigh.
“I really do want you to direct that scene still, your ideas are a million times better than anything I could ever come up with.”
“I mean, I will, we didn’t get snippy with each other today, that’s a start.”
“Then let’s do it,” Harrison says and you scribble Tom’s name down.
“Okay and Nicki as Rhonda?” You ask.
“Yeah they played off of each other really well.”
As you go down the list of characters, some easier to place and cast than others, Harrison leans down and grabs his ukulele.
“You know what song I think goes super well with Almost Maine?” He asks before being cut off by the ringing of his phone.
“Must be the pizza?” You ask as he answers.
He nods, “Yeah I’ll be down in two minutes.”
***
Harrison’s sitting up against his headboard, your head resting on his thigh as he finishes another slice of pizza.
“How the hell do you eat so much pizza?” You sigh as his other hand runs through your hair.
“Listen, I’m a growing boy.”
“Sure,” you giggle.
He tosses the pizza box on the floor and you sit up, “let’s cast this one fucking role.”
“Who? Oh yeah, one left. So I really liked Jackie.”
“Mhm,” you nod, feeling your heartbeat speed up.
“Wait, isn’t she, she’s the one who-,”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes it does! I don't want to work with someone like that.”
“It’s fine really.”
***
“You know, she’s a total slut, I wouldn’t be surprised if she slept with every single guy on the cast,” Jackie says.
Your hand hovers at the dressing room door, about to knock and let her and the other girls that they were due backstage for the start of the show.
“Well she’s definitely slept with Harrison and Ben, maybe she’s been double-teamed by Harrison and his hot roommate.”
You feel your lungs tighten like there’s no air to breathe.
“Hey love, calling everyone backstage?” You hear Harrison behind you over the blood rushing to your ears.
You nod, feeling the tears in your eyes you blink them away.
You quickly knock on the door, “five to curtain,” your voice comes out weak, almost like a whimper.
“What’s wrong?” He asks as the girls in the dressing room scramble to get ready.
“Nothing,” you say, pushing past him and to your place backstage.
You take a deep breath, although you feel like you didn’t get any air. Your brain was swimming through a sea of insecurities, “Y/N on com.”
The show went off without a hitch, Jackie either didn’t think you heard her or was ignoring the fact that you did.
“Y/N, coming to the cast party?” Katie asks over com.
You didn’t realize she said it until she called your name again.
“Oh, uh, maybe, I’m really tired might go back to my dorm and sleep, sorry.”
They wouldn’t want you there anyway.
Harrison must’ve heard you as he was coming back from greeting some friends who saw the show.
“What? You don’t wanna go?” He asks and you look up at him, tears in your eyes as you remember the incident earlier.
“No just not uh, not feeling up it,” you lie and he sees right through you.
“Lemme walk you back to your dorm at least?” Harrison asks.
“You don’t haveta.”
“But I want to, promise.”
“Okay, let me just check in with Katie and see if she needs anything from me.”
On your walk back, Harrison’s got his arm slung around your shoulder and your head is on his shoulder. He knows something is wrong, your breath comes out in either short pants or long heaves. No matter what you did you couldn’t find a steady rhythm of breathing.
You heard a car approaching, the lights bright on your back. You start to walk a little faster but Harrison slows your pace down again, “you’re fine,” he whispers in your ear, fingers drawing slow circles against the skin of your arm.
“So that’s why you won’t come to the party!” You hear
someone shout and both you and Harrison turn to see Jackie hanging out of the passenger side window, laughing at you.
“What the fuck?” Harrison shouts as they drive away. You feel him tense next to you and you worry, never really seeing him angry before.
You don’t know what to say, if you have anything to say, so you don’t, you cry instead. Tears running down your cheek as you make your way back to your dorm room.
Harrison’s rubbing your back as you try to unlock your door. Your hand is shaking and the key is jingling in it, your vision blurry.
“Here, I gotcha,” he says and his hand covers yours, guiding the key into the lock.
The second you get inside and Harrison closes the door you break. Your crying turns into heaving as you keep taking big breaths but there’s no air getting into your lungs, why isn’t there air getting into your lungs?
“Hey you’re here, I’m here, look at me, okay look at me,” why did his voice sound so funny? Like you were hearing it through a wall, all muffled and distorted.
You rip your backpack off your arms, when did it get so heavy? You blink away the tears in your eyes, trying to focus on Harrison in front of you. There’s a heavy weight on your shoulders, it’s not your backpack, what is it? You turn your head to see Harrison’s hands steadying you. Why is he steadying you? When did you start shaking?
“I, I,” you start, not really sure of what you were trying to say.
“It’s okay, look at me okay? Look at my eyes,” he says, voice slowing becoming less and less distorted.
You blink, eyes focusing on his, Harrison had really beautiful eyes so it didn’t take much. You noticed how they were like the color of a very clean ocean, peaceful.
His hands steady you more, grounding you into reality. Your big breaths start to allow air into your lungs and you’re finally able to exhale.
“You’re here, okay? Right here with me,” he says as you continue to breath.
“I’m sorry,” you’re able to get out and he tilts his head, confused.
“What’ve you got to be sorry for?”
“Imma mess.”
“That was a panic attack right? My little sister had them a few times when we were younger.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you okay now?”
“Maybe?” You say, not quite sure yourself.
“Do you wanna talk about it? What triggered it?”
“I’m gonna, can I hug you?” You ask, always a fan of his hugs since the first one he gave you two months ago.
He nods and pulls you into his chest, arms tight around you, making you feel safe. He didn’t freak out. He didn’t run away. He didn’t look at you funny.
You sigh against him, arms wrapping around his waist and holding him there. You take deep breaths, quite enjoying the air now filling your lungs.
“Jackie, she was, she was just saying some nasty stuff,” you say as he drops his arms and you sit on your bed.
“Like what?” He asks, sitting down next to you.
“Stupid, just said I was a slut. Not to my face or anything. But I heard her, before I knocked on their dressing room.”
“Did you say anything? You haveta say something to them.”
“What would I say? No I’m not a slut? They wouldn’t take my word, what even is a slut anyways? How many boys would I haveta sleep with to be a slut? 5? 10? 20? Who makes that decision?”
“Hey, listen, you don’t need to tell them shit if you don’t want to. You don’t need to justify who you sleep with to them. That’s your business, not theirs.”
“Thank you Haz.”
“Haz?” He asks, grinning.
“Harrison, sorry,” you sigh.
“No, I love it, people have called me that before.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I dig it. I like the American accent with it.”
You laugh.
“Are you doing better?” He asks, rubbing your back.
“I’m fine, you can go to the party, I know you’d rather be there.”
“No way, I’d most definitely rather be right here,” he says.
“If you say so,” you shrug.
***
That night was the first night Harrison slept in your dorm room, cuddled up behind you, his arm a comforting weight against you stomach as you slept.
That night was also the first time he’s seen you had a panic attack and helped you through it. And he hasn’t let you down since. Never made you feel like a burden when you needed him.
“Nope, we’re not casting her, Sarah it is.”
“You don’t haveta-,” you start but he cuts you off, grabbing the marker from your hand and scribbling her name down.
“Already done,” he says, grabbing his ukulele, “as I was saying, you know what song reminds me of Almost Maine?”
You shake your head and listen to him strum a few beats.
“A Salvation Army band played, and children drunk lemonade, and the morning last all day.”
You watched as his fingers strummed against the strings and he sang, voice quiet but not too quiet, you loved hearing him sing.
“And the morning lasted all day, all day. And through an open window came, like Sinatra in a younger day, pushing the town away, ah, hey ma ma ma, hey, life in a northern town.”
He paused and looked at you, eyebrows raised.
“Wow a song about a northern town reminds you about a northern town?”
“Hush, I know you love to listen to me sing.”
“Yeah, why do you think I got you that dumb ukulele?”
“I thought that was because you didn’t want me playing the ukulele app on my phone all the time.”
“Ah yes, that stupid app. Why play that when you can have the real thing?”
“This was a great gift you know. Always give the best gifts.”
“I try,” you say with a yawn.
“Tired?” He says, resting the ukulele on his lap.
“Just a little,” You say.
“Here, take a little nap,” he says, putting his ukulele back on the ground, stretching his legs out on the bed.
“You’re too good to me,” you smile, laying down on his pillow.
“Imma watch a movie but I’ll use headphones okay?” He says and you nod, curling up by his side as he opens his laptop.
You fall asleep to the sound of Harrison’s humming that song and a movie playing, wishing that things would never change.
You’re startled awake before you can get into a deep sleep cycle by the fumbling of the doorknob to Harrison’s dorm.
You aren’t shocked when Tom stumbles in, but what really makes your jaw drop is who he’s with.
Now it’s your turn to say, “what the fuck?”
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New Imagine coming tonight 10PM EST!
I know the wait has been incredibly long, thank you so much for your continued support!
Based on the following request.
imagine finding out Peter is Spider-Man because he was late to your date (or even missed it) for the third time and you’re so frustrated with him you tell him that you can’t do this anymore and he’s begging you to forgive him and understand and you’re like “Understand what Peter? What are you hiding from me?”
SNEAK PEEK BELOW THE CUT
Daisy xxx
You sat with your arms folded, fists clenched, checking the door every time it squeaked open, which at this point was completely useless.
“Seriously Peter, are you fucking kidding me,” you hiss to no one but herself. You were fuming; angry and hurt. This was the third time he had stood you up for a date, usually citing Aunt May or Ned desperately needing his help, or staying late with Mr. Stark to finish a project. Always going on and on about how he was going to make it up to you; he never did.
You could barely stand to look the waitress in the eye, the young woman having circled by you for the fourth time. She gave you a pitiful look and you just shook your head, pathetically motioning at the empty seat before you. “I’m sorry honey,” she said as she removed the menus from the table.
You sigh, fumbling with your wallet to pay for your drink, but she stops you. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t want to get you in trouble. Only one of us can have a shitty night,” you comment, trying to joke to keep yourself from crying.
She insists, “Sure my boss will understand. You take care of yourself alright.”
You nod, slipping some bills on the table as a tip anyway, before wishing her farewell. You pull your coat tighter around yourself as you were met by the brisk New York air. You can feel the tears falling, and you desperately wipe them away, wanting nothing more than to be home. Two hours you had waited. Like a fool. A fool for a boy with disheveled hair and a crooked smile and too many lies.
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Choices | Series Masterlist
Peter Parker x reader series
Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.
Warnings: Pure Angst!, fluff!, swearing, some little descriptions of sex. +18
Author's note: This happens after 'No way home' so it can be considered as spoiler if you haven't watched the movie.
CHAPTERS:
One - It Has Always Been Her
Two - Tick Tock
Three - Take Me Back To The Day We Met
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The Art of Eye Contact
Chapter 2 | All chapter - HERE -
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Hello hello I'm really loving your fic choices 😭🫶 it reminds me of " if you ever have to choose between me and her, choose her because if you really loved me there wouldn't be a choice " and I'm just ahhh😭😭😭💔
Hello anon! Thank you so much for the feed back, like 😭😭💗. I am really happy that you like it and yes! It's just like that.
I came up with this idea because I thought like "Why would happen if MJ remembers everything and Peter is already on a relationship" and I am literally a whore for angst so I said "yeahhhh".
It's literally one of the saddest things I've ever wrote and I haven't even decided yet if a good or a bad ending would be better. What do you think?
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Just wanted to say your amazing! If you come across this request, (take your time) maybe something about Tom talking in an interview about Cherry and saying how you kept him grounded and helped him so much? And you also in the corner in awe🥺
i got a sorta similar request so if u dont like this one, another one will be out soon ! :)
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“What was the hardest part about being in a movie like this?”
Tom was on a press tour — well, as much as he could be in the middle of a pandemic. He’d been in the office all day, filming interviews and answering questions since the early hours.
He smiled politely, thinking deeply about the question. He already had somewhat of an answer, but he knew more questions would arise if he said what he was thinking.
“I’d have to say… not falling too deep into- into Cherry, or Nico, if you will,” he clasps his hands after running them through his hair. He’s dressed in a yellow shirt, one that accentuates his biceps nicely. His smile is contagious, and he’s practically glowing. “It’s- it’s heavy, the topics we cover in this movie. It’s hard not to let it consume you, so- so I think staying on top of that was important in the makings of this film.”
“What helped you most in staying out of that mindset- or not letting it consume you, as you put it?”
“I would say…” he exhaled. “My girlfriend. She was such a huge help throughout the whole thing — I honestly couldn’t have done it without her.”
“That’s really sweet,” The interviewer smiled, as did other cast members. “Was there anything specific she did to help? Or was it just her presence..?”
“A bit of both, I’d say,” Tom blushes, though he hopes the camera can’t pick up on it. You do. “She definitely kept me grounded throughout the months. She was so reassuring and- and she ran lines with me and made sure I’d eaten during those days where I needed to lose or gain weight. She- she’s just.. Yeah, she’s really amazing.”
“That’s great to hear. It sounds like she was your rock.”
“Oh yeah, she is for sure my rock,” he smiles at you, sitting in the corner unbeknownst to everyone. You’re practically melting at his words, smiling from ear to ear because you love him so much. “I don’t know what i’d do without her.”
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