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The Marriage Project (17)

Y'ALL. I just realized we are nearing the end of this fic and tbh it's got me a lil bit emo after spending soooo much time fleshing this out, however I am SO excited to start posting my next series once this is done.

YAY

Masterlist

Word Count: 3392

Warnings: high schoolers bein high schoolers

% approximately the 3rd week of November %

Walking into school Monday, the normal congratulations people would be giving the football team for winning their first round of finals was overshadowed by yours and Tom’s situation. People watched you walk down the hall and you could hear some of them faintly talking about you.

Tom was clearly annoyed when he met you at your locker after his morning workout, so he decided to put on a show.

You had shut your locker when you heard him say “good morning princess” in a breathy tone. Before you could say anything, he tossed a hand behind your back and pulled you into a deep kiss that ended in you staring at him wide eyed as everyone around watched closely.

“What was that?” you whispered, aware of the other students once again mumbling to each other.

“Just wanted to make our relationship clear to everyone since they all wanna talk so much,” he replied, speaking louder than normal with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You rolled your own and from the corners of your eyes could see students shifting awkwardly and turning away.

“Yeah well if anyone didn’t know by now, they must’ve been living under a rock. Now come on, let’s just get to class.”

In home ec, Grace sat on the opposite side of the room as you and your other friends, shooting glares often to which you just rolled your eyes and tried to ignore. What did she know about anything, anyways?

Caroline and another friend had been filled in about her texts and were frustrated at her behavior as well.

You didn’t want to be mad at her forever or for her other friends to just drop her, but you were comforted by the thought that the others actually cared and would defend you.

You also hoped the week would turn out uneventful since Thanksgiving break would be the next week and you’d get to spend 9 whole days at home not thinking about school.

Thankfully, it did.

Despite the anger with Grace and the whole school turning your relationship into their own personal reality show, not much actually happened. Most people were too busy with all of the tests and quizzes being given out before break to stir up drama.

You also luckily did not have to work on the project. Mrs. Flynn was aware of the academic load everyone had along with another football game that weekend which would determine whether the team would get to go to the state final.

Friday night, everyone packed the bleachers in anticipation for the game, happy that because of their record, the game had been on their home turf.

It went well and Tom played fantastically. The game ended with only a touchdown lead but regardless, they won. They were only one step away from being state champions. In your excitement, you’d hopped over a wall and ran to Tom, hugging and kissing him in front of everyone.

After whistles and whoops rang out, you looked around sheepishly. You had just shown PDA in front of not only your fellow students, but teachers, parents, and siblings from both schools.

It was a little awkward at the very least.

The moment was over as quickly as it happened, though, and not long after, families were making their way home for the night, ready to start their Thanksgiving breaks and get out of the nipping winds.

Tom, sweaty despite the chill, now had you cornered over your car like you were in a typical football movie. Helmet hanging down his side as his other arm pinned you to the door.

“I still cannot believe I ran up and kissed you like that. That’s so embarrassing!” you exclaimed, ignoring the fact that you were still very much in public.

“Is this your way of saying you’re embarrassed to be with me?” Tom prompted, to which you playfully shoved his chest.

“Way to fly right over the point, genius. Of course I’m not embarrassed by you. I’m just not the PDA type, you know? Feels wrong.”

Tom laughed and glanced around.

“Well… we’re kind of private right here just in case you want to prove you aren’t embarrassed of me.”

You raised a brow as you looked just past him. Though the two of you were somewhat wedged between your car and the one next to it, you could clearly see more people leaving the football field.

“This really is not that private but… I guess I’ll let you get away with it this time,” you teased, not pulling back when he leaned in for another sweet kiss.

You stayed there for a few minutes, hopeful that the moment wouldn’t be ruined.

But of course it was.

The car beside yours alarmed and you and Tom pulled apart with a jump, heart racing from the surprise. Tom whipped around and you shifted to the side to see what was going on. At the driver’s door was Chris laughing.

“Dude, what the hell!” Tom exclaimed as you breathed out your own chuckle.

“Sorry, dudes, I was trying to get you out of the way so I don’t run you over when I pull out. Figured it was better to do that than say your names. It was at least funnier,” Chris shrugged.

“Are you really that bad of a driver that you think you’d hit me while leaving this parking lot?” Tom rebutted. Chris looked like he was weighing his response.

“I mean… maybe.”

“Fair enough,” you laughed, standing from your leaned position on the car door. “We should probably head out anyways. Got that NHS thing in the morning.”

Tom groaned, tossing his head back and loosening his knees.

“I forgot about that. I’m gonna have to wake up at like 10. That’s sooooo earlyyyyy,” he complained.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll end up okay,” you amusedly reassured, patting him on the chest. “Now go rest up and I’ll see you in the morning, alright?”

∆

Tom was late.

To be fair, you were early, it was to be expected, and it wasn’t by much. But still.

While of course you knew people in the National Honors Society (it’s not like it was that big), you weren’t friends with many of them, and the ones that you did know couldn’t make it due to family obligations. Back in sophomore year, you had wanted Alexis to be in NHS but she refused, and despite not wanting to join, your parents had made you.

It’s not like membership was that taxing. A monthly lunch meeting where food was provided plus service hours each semester wasn’t asking a lot of you, but now you had hoped that Tom would be there on time to give you someone to talk to.

In the past, that someone had been Grace. Now, the two of you only shared awkward looks from opposite sides of the large group.

Since it was fall, the group’s task was to rake up and bag leaves from people’s yards so that they could be composted. The spring task was always using that compost to make gardens around the community look pretty and stay healthy.

As you were standing around a neighborhood park getting grouping assignments, you heard a car door shut, then fast paced crunching through the leaves.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know that it was Tom. This was further confirmed when a shoulder came and brushed up against you and the panting of your stressed boyfriend was clearly audible.

“Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find my coat,” he whispered and you just smirked, shaking your head.

Despite the awkwardness before, Tom’s lateness somehow ended up in your favor as he was put in a group with you and two others. They were both younger than you, the teachers wanting older and younger students to work together and get to know each other.

That sentiment went down the drain though, as the junior and sophomore who trailed behind you and Tom to your assigned lawn seemed too scared to talk to either of you. They had only introduced themselves (despite you knowing who they were since the NHS was so small) and told you to lead the way.

As you were leaving, a teacher called out from the meeting spot.

“By the way! There will be a competition to see who can rake the fastest and neatest! Pace means nothing if it looks bad!”

You and Tom looked at each other with wide eyes and opened mouths. Neither of you could resist a competition, and while in the past you were always happy to try and beat Tom, working together with him was just as appealing.

As your group picked up the pace, you saw Grace’s group across the street, starting on their lawn, and she sent you a look, one that said “I’m going to win.”

She’d see about that.

You took charge once you reached the house you’d been told to go to. The subdivision you were working in housed mostly elderly people who lived on only a few variations of the same plot. In general, the playing field was meant to be even.

Each group only had two rakes, so you and Tom began gathering leaves furiously in a large pile in the front, allowing the younger students to bag them together. As the number of leaves on the ground dwindled, it became harder to gather them as smaller debris just passed through the rake tines.

Next, you moved to the backyard, which only housed a small shed and paved deck. You used the same method as before, piling together the leaves until no small ones could be gripped by the rake.

Now, you were looking for a solution for the smaller leaves and twigs that didn’t take up much time.

Soon enough, all four of you were on hands and knees, laughing as you got to the ground to push leaves with your hands towards the center of the backyard. It didn’t take long for the majority of remaining debris to be bagged and you were again back in the front lawn doing the same thing.

While you hadn’t talked much while raking due to the physicality of it, doing such ridiculous movements together had finally broken the ice, the entire group now conversing like good friends.

After a final scan of the front and back yards, you were satisfied with the work and now needed to bring the bags of leaves back to the meeting spot, the last step in determining who would finish first. It was probably unfair to the people in houses furthest away, but it didn’t matter now as you ran.

Thankfully, your younger group members had been smart enough to compact the leaves in the bags, allowing you to stuff only 4 of them full. They were heavier than they would’ve been otherwise, but this meant that you only needed to take one trip back.

You all lumbered towards the meeting spot, bags thumping against your backs, when you saw Grace’s group with 3 full bags do the same. Their front yard looked great, so you nervously picked up the pace and called on your group members to do the same.

After a few more moments, you realized it would be futile despite your efforts. They were traveling at a faster pace, one that your group couldn’t match, but you encouraged everyone on anyways, hoping that there might be perks for second place, too.

As soon as Grace’s group dropped the bags, she turned to you, who was panting as you tossed your own bag down a few feet away.

“HA! Suck on that! We won and you lost!” Grace yelled.

Instead of acting disappointed or offended, your first reaction was to snort in amusement. You could feel Tom looking at you in confusion.

“Wow. Very graceful of you,” you deadpanned, shooting up a brow and then chuckling after.

The rest of your group snickered as well, giving you low fives in appreciation of your comment. Grace only fumed more as she stomped off.

It didn’t take much longer for the rest of the groups to finish up, those who were waiting sitting at picnic tables or messing around on the playground. The teachers had wanted everyone to finish before they judged the yards.

After everyone was back in the meeting place, the entire cohort walked back down the road towards the house Grace worked on.

“Wow, this yard looks great. Looks like you all are the winners after all,” one teacher started, but you quickly raised your hand slightly to interject.

“Are we not also being judged on the backyards?” you feigned innocence, but with the way the corners of your mouth turned up, you couldn’t hide your agenda from the other students. You could see Grace pale from your peripheral.

“Oh right! Of course, I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me, y/n,” she responded as the other two teachers nodded to you as well.

Everyone was then led to the back gate, where the other side told a very different story than the front.

The backyard hardly looked like it had been touched. There was a pile of leaves left in the corner and still some spread around the lawn.

“Oh, wow. Everyone, this is what we meant by saying that finishing first doesn’t mean you will win! Let’s head over to the second place finishers and see if theirs is any better,” another teacher said.

Your group members looked at each other in satisfaction as you headed towards your group’s house, the front yard also looking spotless. All of the teachers were nodding their heads in approval before turning towards the back yard.

“Look at this! It’s perfect! You all did an amazing job here and are the clear winners!” One teacher said.

“How did you finish this so fast?” another asked.

You tossed one arm around Tom while high fiving your other group members.

“I guess teamwork makes the dreamwork,” you laughed.

“But seriously, we dug around on our hands and knees to fill the bags,” Tom explained.

“Well, it paid off. You four are the lucky recipients of free meal vouchers for the diner. Spend them wisely!”

You all “yessed” and fist pumped as you were handed the coupons and started to disperse. As everyone walked back to their cars, they grumbled that there hadn’t even been a point in trying against you and Tom.

Back in the parking lot, you were saying bye to the younger two of your group when a voice called from behind you.

“Hey, y/n. I hope you’re happy,” Grace spat, clearly trying to rile you up. Again, instead of giving her the reaction she wanted, you snorted and held up your meal voucher.

“Oh believe me, I am. Lookin’ forward to a free date with this guy,” you responded, jutting a thumb towards Tom and winking.

Again angered, she only stomped and turned around, leaving you happy to not have to deal with her for the next week.

“Soooo… about that free date,” Tom started once she had slammed herself into her car. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

You and Tom sat in the diner conversing over your order of cheese fries, the only thing you’d be paying for since they didn’t come with a meal.

“So you’re gonna be at the G-parent’s all week?” you asked.

“Well, Monday through Friday, but yeah. My mom likes to go early to help prep food, and my cousins always come up on Wednesday. We all have a giant sleepover in the living room. No one actually sleeps since the floor isn’t all that comfortable, but it’s always the best part of Thanksgiving. Usually one of my aunts comes and yells at us from a bedroom for laughing too loud.”

You chuckled at the image of Tom and his family getting told off for disturbing the peace before replying.

“I can’t imagine. I’ll be out of state through Friday at my own grandparents’. I’m super excited for Black Friday this year because these rhinestone boots I want are going to be on sale. They’ll be perfect for the color’s day dance in January and maybe even graduation. I have a feeling my mom is gonna try to pass them off as a Christmas present, but I plan on spending my own money on them. Probably still gonna wrap them, though.”

“So we’re both going to be back after Friday? We should meet up then. Two weeks out and I’m already pretty nervous about the state final buuuuut,” he reached forward to grab your hand, “hanging out with my pretty girlfriend will hopefully make me feel a little better.”

“Hmmm. While that alone would be great, this pretty girlfriend has a better idea. What about a spa day?” you offered with brows raised.

“Spa day? Like nail polish and makeup and stuff?” Tom asked, confused. You chuckled and shook your head.

“First off, no, I mean like facemasks and massages. And second, don’t knock nail polish till you try it. I personally think it looks hot when a guy wears nail polish. Shows he’s secure in his masculinity,” you winked. Tom’s brows raised in newfound interest.

“Oh yeah? I’m open to trying new things,” he started, making you grin. “Seriously, though, that sounds amazing. We should definitely do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You ate your fries in silence for a bit before Tom cleared his throat.

“Um, actually, there was something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” he said with eyes down. Your stomach dropped and heart picked up pace. Now what was going on?

“Oh? What is it?”

“Well… I met with Mrs. Johnson again Friday and…”

“Friday? When? We were together pretty much all day,” you interrupted. Tom stretched out his fingers, gesturing for you to pause.

“Before the game, before warm ups. She pulled me aside and well… I’m back in the running.”

You perked up. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold on, what? Like… the academic running or..?”

Tom rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Yes, princess. The academic one. You’ve got competition for valedictorian again, so you’d better start stepping it up.”

“Ohhhhh nice try, pal. We both know you can’t beat me,” you teased.

“I guess we’ll just have to see,” he shrugged, earning the toss of a fry right at his face. “But seriously, she said she won’t hold any of what happened against me after all’s said and done. I’m no longer on probation either. Your amazing boy is off the hook.”

“Well my amazing boy had better try staying on the hook because doing this without a semblance of competition was starting to eat away at me.”

“Don’t think that just because we’re dating now I’ll take it easy on you.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, babe.”

A/N: like I said before, it's hard to believe I'm finally getting close to the end. It's like a light at the end of the tunnel. There are definitely still a few more chapters left and the epilogue but it's close!!

Thank's for sticking around!

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FIC EVENT MASTERLIST

I HAVE FINALLY PUT TOGETHER ALL THE POSTED FICS THAT WERE SUBMITTED TO THIS EVENT.

IF YOU CANNOT SEE YOUR FIC BELOW, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

to add, I am happy for you to carry on writing fics that i will add to this masterlist - once you're finished writing;

post your fic!

tag me within the post

also, use the tag #tomhollandficsevent2022

thank you to all the writers that entered the event :)

*Double Whiskey On The Rocks - @tomsholland2412

a little getaway at a hotel leads to you meeting a hot bartender and forget about your ex-boyfriend in one night

*In The Background - @yesitsmewhataboutit

you bring tom to set so he can watch you, he loves watching you work and it gets him riled up

Poker Face - @yesitsmewhataboutit

you get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout - of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own - lttle do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night

Intruders - @yesitsmewhataboutit

tom has important things to take care of, but that means nothing when it comes to you, especially since you’re pregnant - you get hurt though, and he has to get to you, a lot of things go wrong in the process

*Pub Quiz - @takenbyheartstrings

every saturday sucks, until it doesn't

*Taken For Granted - @merrellholland

"i always thought that there was good in people- that we’re all human, so we could be understood by one another - but you? i can’t give you any more chances - it ends here“

*A Night With You - @melodicheauxxo-writes

"as beautiful as you look, all i want to do is rip that dress off right now" (and prompts 13, 20, 23)

Fake It 'Til You Make It, Darling - @melodicheauxxo-writes

“how mad would you be if i kissed you?” (and prompts 5,6,16 & 18)

Physical Therapy - @mcwriting

"you're lucky you're hot" (and prompts 15 & 16)

*Push Your Heart, And Pull Away (Series) - @sparklingsin

you’ve got yourself in a predicament that involves fake dating the star employee of your company (who you might have feelings for), all to convince your family that you’re finally happy, after what happened with your last shot at love. can you, the ceo of a booming business, your family’s darling daughter pull off the biggest lie you’ve ever told?

#ur amazing as always #tomhollandficsevent2022

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mcwriting · 2 years

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Hey, how are you? That’s nice that your back 🥰 I remember speaking to you before, about a request and you said you will see if you could do it. But don’t worry about it! I’ve actually started my own blog with writing for Tom Holland and characters. I changed my username.. since thou!

Hiiii sorry it’s taken so long to answer but I do remember! It’s been in my drafts but I got busy with other projects and it got buried. I’m good though! I had a pretty boring summer if I’m being honest but it was nice to have a break from the most insane past year of my life. I hope you’re doing well, too!

I’m so excited for you! I can’t wait to see all that you write!

Please let me know if you want to be tagged in any tag lists or I need to change it! I get confused sometimes on who needs what 😅

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The Marriage Project (16)

I'm baaaaaccccckkkkk

Okay I've actually been here this whole time, but I got caught up in a bunch of other projects that I'm working on (mostly on AO3 @mcwriting like here)

But yay! Enjoy!

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Word Count: 3063

Warnings: slight callback to chapter 12 but unsubstantial; teenage rudeness (?)

Tom had told you to wear something nice but comfortable, so you tugged on some baggy jeans and tucked in a sweater, looping a belt around your waist and donning your feet with ankle boots. You did a little hair and makeup and put on simple jewelry and once you were done, you paced the living room expectantly.

“Honey, you look like you’re going to throw up. It’s just one little date!” your mom said when she passed by you to enter her office.

“It’s not just a little date, mom! This is the first time I’ve ever been out on a real date with a guy who I call my boyfriend, and I don’t want to mess this up!”

Your mom set down some papers and came back into the room.

“Based on the way that boy looks at you, I don’t think there’s a single thing you could do to mess things up,” she began, giving you a kiss on the head. The doorbell rang and you looked at each other. “Well go on, then. Don’t want to make him wait in the cold.”

You rushed to the door, taking one last deep breath before opening it. In front of you stood your boyfriend, holding a bouquet of dark red roses. You both smiled.

“These are for you. You look wonderful,” he said immediately, holding out the flowers, which you took happily. You led him inside.

“Wow, thank you. You don’t look half bad yourself,” you replied, going to set the flowers in the kitchen.

You weren’t lying, he really did look good.

He was wearing a pair of black jeans, a fitted black tee, and a grey felted coat over top. On his wrist was a silver watch you’d never seen and he’d finished the look with a belt and some black dress shoes. His curls were extra curly today and he’d pushed them back out of his face.

“It’s nice to see you, Tom! Congrats on the win last night,” your mother greeted. “And look at these! A man of good taste, I see.” she added, gesturing to the flowers before pulling a vase from the cabinet.

“Nice seeing you as well, Mrs. y/l/n. Is your husband around? I’d like to chat with him real quick,” Tom replied, earning wide eyes from you. Why would he want to talk to your dad?

“Oh, yes, he’s just in the office. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind chatting with you for a moment,” she said.

You led him down the hall to where your father was. The two men greeted each other with a handshake.

“I just wanted to say, sir, that your daughter is in good hands,” Tom explained. You mentally rolled your eyes.

This boy.

“Well that’s good to hear, but I know she can handle her own pretty well. That being said, you’re a smart young man with a good head on his shoulders, so I have no doubts that you’ll treat her right. Now go, have fun,” he said, then turned to you. “See you later, kiddo. Be safe.”

He kissed your head as Tom led you to the front door. You picked up your bag on the way out.

“So where are we going?” you asked the second both of your car doors were shut. He gave you a look.

“I was thinking that we go play a bit of topgolf, and then I’ve planned for us to have dinner at the steakhouse down the road,” he explained, cringing a little before quickly adding, “Is that alright? We can do something else if you want.”

You laughed lightly.

“Tom. That’s perfect. And you don’t have to spend all this money on me if you don’t want to. I’m very easily entertained.”

“That’s the thing. I really do want to do all this for you. You’re like, the woman of my dreams and I think you deserve to be treated as such.”

With that you headed off to the golf place. You were excited to know that his competitiveness wasn’t being threatened by your relationship.

“Alright, now I’m sure you know by now that I play golf on the side, so don’t be too discouraged if there’s a learning curve,” he explained confidently, a driver in hand. “Watch how it’s done a few times first, alright?”

He swaggered up to the tee box and hit a few balls, landing two in a far target. Even dating, you couldn’t help the natural banter between you.

“And that’s how you do it! Do you want some help on your swing?” he offered as you picked up a hybrid club. ‘You sure you wanna start with that one? Might be easier with an eight or nine iron.”

“Let me get one out of my system and I’ll go from there, alright?” you said. You lined up the club and looked out over the targets. With a smirk, you pulled back and swung through, sailing the ball right into a target.

“Huh. Must’ve been a lucky shot,” you said. Tom was looking at you suspiciously. “Maybe I should try another.”

You sent 3 more balls right into targets before Tom said anything.

“Now hold on here. Your form is perfect… Do you play golf? ” he asked. You burst into laughter.

“My dad taught me when I was a kid. I thought I’d be a little rusty since the last time I played was over the summer, but guess I’ve still got it,” you explained. His jaw dropped.

“You little shit! Just letting me believe you didn’t know what you were doing! And to think I was going easy on you. Well not anymore. No ma’am, the game is on!” he exclaimed, pulling you in to press a kiss to your cheek and tickle your side.

“Say you were letting me off easy all you want, I’m still gonna win,” you taunted.

“We’ll see about that.”

Between all the games you got in during your hour time slot, you and Tom had been pretty evenly matched. He had a further drive than you, though you were the more accurate one, so he ended up beating you by only a couple points.

You were joking around as he went to pay when an older couple from the family beside you came up to you.

“Hi there, sorry to bother. We just wanted to say that you reminded us of ourselves back in the day, and it brings us joy to see you two have so much fun together,” the man said.

You beamed at Tom as he pulled you tightly beside him.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet. This is our first real date together,” you shared happily.

“First date! Well, if you’re anything like us, you’re in for a wild ride,” the woman said with a wink. You exchanged a few parting words before heading back out and towards the steakhouse.

Your conversation with the couple had you thinking, though. Were you and Tom going to end up married like them? You hadn’t even dated a week and suddenly you were thinking about marriage?

Maybe this is moving too fast. But do I even mind it?

When you made it to the restaurant, Tom checked in and you waited for your reservation.

You were standing off to a corner watching the videos and commenting on the pictures you’d taken of each other at top golf when he had an idea.

“Oh, hey, we should get a picture together!”

He scanned the room and saw that nearby was a couple in their thirties just talking, so Tom approached them.

“Hi there, sorry to bother you, but do you mind taking a picture of my girlfriend and I?” he asked.

Your stomach fluttered. This was the first time he’d explicitly introduced you to anyone as his girlfriend. The woman grabbed his phone and you posed together in front of a decorative stone wall.

He thanked them and you were looking at the pictures she’d taken when the hostess called Tom’s name, leading you to a table towards the back of the restaurant.

The dinner was going well, the both of you laughing and talking like you had been in the past couple of weeks, except that now everything had a different intention behind it. You got a few glances as stares when you laughed a little too loud over Tom accidentally clinking his knife on a plate.

As you ate your entrees, you thought back to the pictures and videos you had taken of each other so far but not shared.

“When should we tell people about this? Us? I mean everyone already thinks we’re together, but… you know,” you trailed, stabbing your fork into your food and grabbing a bite.

“That depends on when you want to tell people. I’m happy to go shout it from a rooftop right now or wait until you’re comfortable. I only care about you.”

“Honestly, I want nothing more than to put your picture up on my instagram and tell everyone, but another part of me is afraid of what kind of rumors we’ll fuel.”

Tom chuckled as you went in for another bite.

“I’m pretty sure every move we make is under the microscope right now, but it's still your call. Who cares what other people think?”

You thought about it for a moment as you chewed.

“Yeah you’re right. I’m pretty sure it would be worse for us to tease it than just come out and tell everyone. I mean… you don’t think we’re moving too fast do you? Of course, I’ve never been in a real committed relationship before so I don’t really know what the normal speed is but… I don’t know,” you blurted.

“I don’t really know either. We’re in this boat together. Do you think it’s moving too fast?” he asked apologetically.

“No! No, I like the speed we’re moving, I just don’t want to be the one to scare you off.”

“Babe, I’ve told you before, I have liked you for so long that it would take a lot to run me away. I like this pace too. It’s our pace,” he reached over to grab your hand, rubbing his thumb over it.. “We’re doing things on our own time and that’s what matters, okay?”

“Yeah… yeah,” you breathed, then spoke in a normal volume. “I think we should go public. Everyone will get to gossip about us in their groupchats before school Monday and I’ll get to show everyone my incredible boyfriend.”

You both laughed at that last part.

“Well I am pretty incredible, aren’t I?”

You sat together in Tom’s car in your driveway picking through pictures to post on instagram.

Tom chose his cover photo to be one from homecoming night that his mom had taken of you two smiling at each other, along with the one from the date and a video he’d taken of you golfing. He captioned it “Been waiting too long to show off my lil disco ball” in reference to your silver dress.

You instead made your cover image one of him tossing you over his shoulder from your senior pictures and also added other pictures from the dance, homecoming parade, and your date. Your caption read “Finally decided to start dating my husband because married life just wasn’t cutting it,” knowing full well you’d get lots of surprised comments.

Both of you hit post and quickly turned over your phones so people could freak out while you talked some more. By now it was dark out (that darned winter sun) and the only light illuminating the car’s interior was from the moon and your house lights shining in.

You looked at Tom. Sure, you’d been on a few casual dates with guys before, whether it be a group thing where you and a guy just sat next to each other at the movie theatre, or maybe the one time you’d met a dude at the coffee shop only for him to freak out about you and Tom’s rivalry, or yeah, the foreign exchange student who’d asked you to freshman homecoming.

Either way, you didn’t really know how to end a date. So you mustered up the knowledge from every romcom and blurted out the one line every character seems to say:

“I had a really great time tonight.”

It’s true, you did. But, geez, could it be any more cliche? Tom smiled back at you.

“Oh yeah? I did too.”

“How is it that we were so awful to each other for years, but now I know that you’re one of the sweetest guys ever? I mean we were both total assholes,” you said, earning a laugh.

“The world works in mysterious ways, princess, but I realized a long time ago how incredible you are. It just took awhile for you to see it in me.”

“Why did you even like me? Obviously, yeah, you weren’t afraid to fire back, but what did you see when I was making passive aggressive comments and even sometimes actually insulting you?”

“It’s not hard to look past your tough shell and see who you really are inside, especially when we’ve been in the same classes and clubs and sports everyday for this long. When I look at you I see someone who is smart and beautiful and strong and funny and a million other things. That’s what I saw back then, too. I still can’t believe that you feel the same way about me. Since when did that happen?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. Consciously, I admitted it to myself, like, last weekend, but I’ve been denying it for a long time. I think I became aware of my feelings back when I got my period at your house and you were really cool about it. But I also think there’s a part of me hidden behind everything else that’s been attracted to you for years. I think that’s why our rivalry became this big thing between us.”

Tom hummed in response and reached to grab your hand, fingers interlacing.

“Well, whatever brought us here... I’m glad it did. I’m glad that I’m the one by your side through everything that’s gone on this semester and I hope things stay like that for quite a while.”

You both sat in silence for a while, just looking at each other much like you’d done that one evening in his room. After a while, you sat up to lean over the console and kiss him, your hands resting on his cheeks.

After your lips broke apart, his arms wrapped around your back and you snaked yours around him, too, resting your chin on his shoulder. With a little shifting, you were eventually sideways on his lap, legs stretched across the console and the passenger seat.

He started to press his lips to your neck when you gasped and stiffened. It was where Harrison had done the same thing. Tom immediately pulled his head away and squeezed your waist tighter.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I forgot,” he whispered. You buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, it just. It’s still fresh. Try my shoulder.”

He moved the neck of your sweater a little and brushed some hair away, now kissing above your collarbone lightly. Eventually he moved up to your cheek and lips. After a while, you pulled away.

“You know I’d love to stay and do this for… ever, but I think I need to get inside and get some rest. I think Lex is coming over tomorrow. By the way, she mentioned that you guys made out at a party once?” you smirked. His eyes widened.

“Years, I mean years ago. I- I was drunk and basically imagined it was you and-”

You laughed at his small panic.

“It’s okay! She told me everything. I don’t blame her either. You’ve got some pretty kissable lips, Holland..”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“I could say the same for you. And don’t tell her this, but I much prefer kissing you than her.”

You sat on your bed looking at yours and Tom’s instagram posts, reading the comments. Most everyone just said “knew it!” or “finally!”, but there were a few shocked commenters. Your dm’s were filled with people wanting you to spill tea, which you either ignored or gave a generic “we finally figured out we were right for each other” reply.

What stuck out to you was the text Grace sent you about it, reading:

Hey, y/n. I saw your post on instagram and just had to say that I can’t believe you and Tom actually got Harrison expelled just to turn around and start screwing each other (as if you weren’t already). Obviously I saw the damage on you, but he doesn’t deserve to have his high school experience ruined for that. I guess you two are meant for each other since you’re both snakes.

Your jaw dropped when you read her text and you were seeing red. After a few moments of contemplation, you realized something.

From the catcalling incident up until now, you realized how she had always seemed to defend Harrison for the smallest things. She liked him, and you were now the one responsible for “taking him away from her.”

It took you a few minutes to come up with a reply that wasn’t too mean and might prove her point about you, but you finally thought of something.

Look, Grace, I get it. You like Harrison and are pinning the responsibility of his expulsion on me, but he’s a dangerous person. He threatened to do a lot worse to me but luckily the right people were there to help me out. He’s the one who ruined his own experience by being a predator. As for Tom and I, we aren’t just “screwing around” and there’s a lot more to our relationship than what you or anyone else has seen and if you care to know about it why don’t you just be straight up and ask me? Now please, if you’re going to make unsubstantiated claims, at least do it to my face

In return came another angry reply that you just left on read. With that, you and Tom sent each other a goodnight and you let yourself fall into restless slumber.

A/N: lol remember when I said I was gonna finish this over the summer? yeah Top Gun: Maverick happened so that went out the window but we're nearing the home stretch, I promise

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hey! i am on your taglist & changed my name from kayasholland to crvshnburnn <3 i would love continue getting tagged in your work, so i’d be really happy if you changed it !

Ty for letting me know!!! I plan on posting soon so I would have hated to accidentally miss you :)

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The blonde wordlessly took the cue and knelt down low, cupping Rooster’s chin and lifting it so he could study Rooster’s exhausted face.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, alright? Come on,” Hangman said, impossibly soft. Rooster gulped as he suddenly felt another fire wash over him and his heart start beating faster again, thumping hard against his chest.

He had never seen Hangman like this, and they were so close. So close. He closed his eyes again as his heart pulsed even harder and-

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Aka Rooster catches feelings for the person he thought he hated most, something which doesn't aid his growing anxiety.

Turns out, someone else caught feelings, too.

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Okay I am very much a dumb person and first off forgot to post this to tumblr and then PUT IT ON MY MAIN BLOG so if ur one of the 6 people who liked that post and are seeing this again um pretend that didn’t happen xoxo

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"At exactly 1000, the ceremony would begin and Maverick would be promoted to…

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… No one really knew, actually."

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Aka Maverick gets an unexpected promotion and everyone he loves gets to celebrate with him.

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Slight continuation of my previous work :)

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Thank you so much!!! I’m glad you liked both parts! Like I said in the intro, I am considering a final part with a happy ending but don’t know when I would release it 😅

I’d be happy to tag you when I eventually post it, though!

Why R U Here?

I was inspired by @peachescream06 saying that y/n deserves a happy ending after GOOD 4 U and instead gave us this 😀 I am actually considering a real happy ending piece but we shall see. I'm kind of liking the angst

Also semi based on MGK's "why are you here" but also not at all? Lol

Ship: Technically none but past Tom Holland x Y/N

Word Count: 2955

Warnings: Language, angst, some discussion of alcohol and illicit dr*g usage

NO HAPPY ENDING

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The New Year's Eve party was bustling as ever when you arrived, your date in tow.

Old friends from over the years cheered when they saw you come in, and even more when you raised a large bottle of champagne in the air.

Greg smiled at you, smitten with the way you were always the life of the party.

In the five years since Tom's fateful wedding, you had finally moved on with your life, drifting apart naturally.

After his wedding, you had muted all of his posts, now only seeing them when you randomly remembered him and searched his name. There wasn't much to see, though.

He hadn't posted in months.

You had met Greg not long after Tom's wedding but were only work colleagues for a while. Eventually a friendship emerged and after you had left that job, he reached out to let you know that he was into you.

That had only been a couple of months prior.

Nothing was serious at all. You didn't even celebrate any of the holidays together since things were too fresh. This was his first public outing with you and you were excited for him to meet your friends.

"Hey, y/n! I'm glad you could make it. Who's your friend?" your closest friend jokingly asked, pointing her head towards Greg. She had heard about him, but they were yet to be introduced.

It didn't take much introducing him to people before he got lost in conversation with some of the other guys attending.

It gave you a chance to go around and chat with other friends you hadn't seen in a while, alone. You were pouring some champagne when one approached.

"Nice guy you've got there. Seems cool," she said. You chuckled as you turned around and leaned back on the counter.

"Cool? That's all you've got for me?"

"Hey I've barely met him so far. But look, seriously y/n, we're just happy you're finally dating again."

You rolled your eyes playfully and sipped your drink.

"And what's that supposed to mean, hm?"

The girl looked back and forth to make sure no one was listening in before answering.

"It's just... you were so torn up about Tom... We were worried about you for a while there. We're all happy that you're doing well now."

"Oh don't be too dramatic. I was sad for a while but honestly, I stayed single as long as I did because I didn't want to deal with another relationship. Now I'm finally able to do that with Greg without any pressure. We're just taking it slow to see where things go."

"That's good. We were worried that you were gonna fall off again after everything with Tom came out a couple months ago."

You paused, brow twitching.

"I'm sorry... what? What's wrong with Tom?"

"Oh you know, the divorce?"

Divorce???

Your friend could see the confusion on your face and she became slackjawed, a blush creeping to her face.

"I... take it you didn't know that he and his wife spilt up?" she asked meekly, like she had accidentally blown a massive secret.

You started shaking your head before speaking with disbelief.

"No. I mean... I'm not necessarily surprised but no, I didn't know that at all. All I knew is that he stopped posting on instagram a while ago. We don't keep up with each other. Last I saw him in person was their wedding night."

Her eyes widened even more.

"Well that might end tonight."

You looked at her with even more concern, brows knit together and a dip in your chin forward.

"What?" you asked pointedly. She almost cowered before speaking.

"He's here. Brought some girl but they haven't been together, like, at all tonight. That's her over there." She gestured to a slim woman with bouncy blonde curls falling down her shoulders. She looked uncomfortable standing alone with her drink.

Well this is just great.

You shook your head again, unable to wrap it around the entire situation when suddenly he appeared.

Tom was standing there next to his date and you were in shock.

And then he saw you.

Both of your eyes widened considerably and you immediately looked away, hoping that he wouldn't come over.

Of course he did, though.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you!" he exclaimed as he walked up. He wrapped you in an excited hug and you awkwardly reciprocated it.

"Hey, Tom. Good to see you too," you replied weakly.

This was all too much, especially on a sober mind. You quickly finished the wine in your glass and turned to get more.

Tom didn't look like he had in the last picture you could find of him. He looked tired and thin, very unlike his typical muscular physique and lively attitude.

"So... how have you been? It's been a while," he started. You weren't in the mood for small talk with him but didn't want to be rude.

"Oh, you know. Things are pretty good these day-"

"Hey what's going on over here?" Greg interrupted goofily. You tried not to sigh too loudly in relief. "Y/n, who's this?"

Before you could answer, Tom was sticking out a hand and introducing himself.

"Tom. Pleasure to meet you. And you are..?"

"Greg." The man gave you a subtle glance. He knew who Tom was, to an extent. At least, he knew you were exes, and that's about it. "I'm y/n's plus one for the evening."

"Ah. Lucky man you are, then," Tom said with a wink. "Y/n always knows how to get a party going, right darling?"

Tom was ever the charmer, trying to put Greg at ease. It was a smart move considering Greg had at least 6 inches on him and bulging biceps.

"Darling?" Greg asked, suspicious.

"Apologies. I forget that saying darling in the states is far less common that back home in London."

Greg easily bought it, but you knew that Tom was just spinning things. He had always called you darling and never used it on other people when you were dating.

"Well, Tom, it was so good seeing you, but there are a few other people that I've been meaning to introduce Greg too. So... maybe we'll circle back later?"

He accepted that and you dragged Greg off, glad to finally be over that conversation. You ignored the fact that you ended by giving Tom another chance to speak later, but hopefully by then you'd be at least nursing a decent buzz.

The party was going well as people chatted over finger foods and progressively became less sober. From what you could tell, no one was completely sloshed yet in anticipation for the clock to strike midnight, but the overall murmur was getting louder over time.

Between conversations, you occasionally saw Tom and could tell from the corners of your eyes that he was looking at you. You tried to ignore him but eventually would glance when he got caught up with someone.

It led to a few brief instances of eye contact that you weren't proud to have. Your stomach was churning from anxiousness but you continued to push it away, wanting to end the year on a positive note.

You also couldn't help but notice his poor date. The girl was mostly left out of Tom's conversations and clearly wasn't enjoying herself.

She looks like someone who deserves better than that. You thought, but not long after, the lights dimmed and a TV was turned onto the New Year's Rockin' Eve as there were only a few minutes left of December.

People started shuffling around to get a better view of the screen and make sure they were up beside their partners for when the clock struck 12.

Greg's strong arm wrapped around you tightly and you leaned in, continuing to try and keep any thought of Tom out of your head.

And then people were counting down the minute, getting louder the lower it got.

"3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" everyone exclaimed in unison, tossing confetti. You felt kinda bad for the host having to clean it up later but ignored that as Greg's strong hand grabbed your head and pulled you to kiss him.

People were blowing on horns and cheering and singing but you were lost in Greg's lips. After a few seconds, you pulled away and smiled, starting to dance happily in celebration of new beginnings.

You started to stir, though, quickly realizing all the champagne was starting to take a toll on you, so in the commotion you excused yourself to the bathroom.

The hall bath was slightly tucked away from the main part of the house, so you relished in the calm while appreciating the muffled sounds of excitement. You reached to grab the doorknob when it turned and the door flung open.

"Oh so sorry I-" you stopped. It was Tom. Wonderful. "Uh. Sorry, I didn't realize you were in there."

Tom quickly shook his head.

"No no! Don't even worry about it. I, uh, I'm glad to see you again. Crazy party, huh?" he awkwardly said with what seemed to be newfound energy since you'd talked before. He didn't move from the doorway, however.

"Hah, I wouldn't call this one of our craziest, but it's definitely fun!" you answered. He still didn't budge as an awkward silence fell between you.

"Look, y/n, I'm sorry for the way things happened between us. I hope you can forgive me."

Oh great. Now he wanted to get all heavy on you. What a perfect way to start your year.

"You know what, don't be. I worked out my demons a long time ago and... and I'm glad I was able to move on... I, uh, I heard what happened. Must suck." you replied, instantly regretting the last part, but you couldn't have stopped the words from flowing out if you'd wanted to.

"Uh... yeah, no. It was definitely rough but I think things are looking up, you know?" There was another long pause. "I hope you're happy, y/n."

You were taken aback by that statement.

"I- I am. I'm really lucky to be where I am and to have Greg."

"Greg? That guy? You could do better, you know."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"That guy gave me weird vibes. He doesn't deserve you. You're amazing, what's he?"

"I'll have you know he's a great guy. And if he doesn't deserve me then who does? You?"

"No, I don't and that's what sucks." he trailed. You stared at each other for a while before suddenly your lips were on each other, fueled by raging anger and alcohol.

The heated kiss lasted for a while until you pulled away to look at him. You were prepared to gently stop things when something caught your eye.

There was a white residue on his upper lip and nostril.

"What the fuck?" you exclaimed suddenly and stepped away, causing him to jerk back as well.

"What? What's wrong?"

"You're asking me what's wrong when you're the one that's coked up right now? Since when do you even do coke?" you started exclaiming. You tried not to be too loud despite knowing that the crowd likely couldn't hear what was going on.

"I- no I, I can explain-"

You put up a finger to stop him

"No. I don't ever want to hear another one of your bullshit excuses so you better leave before things get uglier than they already are, Tom. And I mean that."

With that, you pushed past him and slammed the bathroom door closed, locking it furiously.

You couldn't believe what had just happened. You looked at yourself in the mirror, finding yourself paled. Shaky hands reached out to grab the counter when you felt powder below your left fingers and immediately jerked back.

How great, now you had to clean up Tom's mess for him.

You quickly grabbed some tissues and wet them, wiping the counter and flushing them down the toilet when you thought everything was clean.

You were still mad, but the pause gave you time to cool down a little more before you could finish your business. You again looked at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands and wanted to cry.

Your stomach was churning but you held it down and forced back the tears from forming. You knew your face would be red when you exited the bathroom, but you could easily blame it on alcohol.

When you returned to the party, your closest friend approached as you looked around, wanting to locate both Tom and Greg.

"Hey, do you know what's with Tom leaving?"

"Huh?" you asked as you continued looking around, not quite processing what she said.

"Well he came from the hall and grabbed that girl he brought and rushed out. I'm not sure he even said goodbye to anyone. Seemed weird."

"Oh, uh. Yeah I actually ran into him when I went to the bathroom. He didn't look like he was feeling well."

Your friend hummed and nodded her head. You probably weren't being a very good liar right now, but all you wanted to do was find Greg and leave.

Your night was over.

"Hey there you are! What took you so long?" Greg asked cheerfully from behind you, making you jump.

"Oh my gosh! Greg," you breathed, adrenaline suddenly flowing through your blood. "You scared me. There was, um, a line. Uh... actually I'm- I'm not feeling all that great. Would you be opposed to turning in early?

"Whatttt? You don't want to keep hanging with all the cool people?" your friend said. You chuckled lightly.

"Hah, you know I'd love to but suddenly I just don't feel great. Not sure what's going on... but it was great to see you and everyone else! Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

You leaned forward to hug her and then grabbed Greg's hand to lead him towards the door. Other partygoers called your name and you waved, only stopping to toss on your coat and grab your bag.

The chilling air outside was like a slap to the face but you trudged through the yard regardless towards Greg's SUV.

"Hey, y/n. Are you okay? What happened back there?" he asked, trying to keep up with your brisk pace.

"I already told you, I don't feel well," you snapped, immediately feeling bad. This wasn't his fault.

He stepped away to give you space as you got into the passenger seat and slammed the door. You felt guilty watching him walk around the front of the car to his door.

Once he got in the car, he started it but sat silently for a moment, like he was in thought. You looked at him in the low light, his face barely illuminated by the streetlights and moon.

"Greg, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come off so harsh just then and leave the party without any notice I just..." you paused. Part of you wanted to tell him what happened, but the other part wanted to forget it forever.

Greg quirked a brow at you, looking expectant for you to finish.

"... I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I have a migraine and the sound and everything was really affecting me and I'm sorry about that. We can stay if you want to."

Greg's hand gently moved atop yours, where he then turned it to interlaced his fingers with yours.

"Hey, it's okay. I get it," he murmured quietly. "My mom used to deal with them like crazy when I was a kid so I've seen how bad they can be. Let's get you home and in bed, okay?"

He pulled your hand up and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, causing you to flash him a soft smile and nod.

The hour ride home was pretty quiet, save for the radio playing at the lowest level and the occasional pops and flashes of fireworks in the distance.

Halfway through, you felt your phone buzz in your lap and picked it up instinctively. The bright screen was initially blinding before you could turn it all the way down. You groaned slightly to maintain the act, then refocused your eyes to the device.

It was a text from none other than Tom and your stomach dropped but you didn't move or open it yet. You weren't sure if you wanted to deal with him any more but eventually curiosity got the best of you.

Y/n, I'm so sorry about what happened. I'm not the same person I was back then and I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I also apologize for tonight. I hope you can forgive me - Tom

You wanted to toss the phone out the window, laugh maniacally, scream. There were both a thousand and zero thoughts passing through your brain.

Instead, you simply huffed, shook your head, and deleted the message, placing the phone facedown on your lap.

"Everything okay?" Greg questioned lightly, not taking his eyes from the road.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just a drunken text from Katie saying she hopes we make it home alive. At least, that's what I think she was saying," you lied, hoping he assumed your reaction was more laughter than disapproval.

He clicked his tongue and chuckled before another silence fell thick.

You resolved yourself to leaning back and to the side, resting your forehead on the freezing window to look up at the sky, hoping to see more fireworks among the stars to calm your racing heart.

And as tears trailed your cheeks in bitter silence, you couldn't help but grin at the golden glimmers above you.

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A/N: So um. That was sad af. Oops. Also was not expecting this to be longer than the first part but yeehaw. Hope you enjoyed!

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