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❝ got no shame, calum hood.

summary: there’s a viral trend on tiktok where you get naked in front of your significant other and film their reaction. well, you thought it’d be fun to do it while your boyfriend calum is streaming with the band ---- promoting their new album.

authors note: this is pretty much just PURE SMUT, so be warned! i’ve been on tiktok way too much lately... also, stream calm and enjoy a cute lil’ quickie scenario!

You’re bored out of your mind.

After taking a much needed shower, you find yourself in your favorite plush bathrobe, body sprawled across the king-sized bed you and your boyfriend share. Time inside these confined walls (to you) felt like it was dragging by, especially when Calum’s been busy doing promotions for the new album. Most of the time it was just you and Duke, and even he liked his naps throughout the day.

Blindly reaching out to grab your phone from the nightstand, you began to browse through your socials. Twitter, same old. Instagram, getting kind of boring. Facebook, always the same people posting the same thing.

Quickly growing tired of your feeds, you decide to check into the livestream that the band’s been holding for Amazon Music. Once you’re in, you immediately roll your eyes upon hearing Ashton’s attempt to write his own fanfiction about Calum and his ukulele ---- even getting a small laugh out of you.

As they continue on with their live shenanigans, you can’t stop staring at your boyfriend’s face on the top right of your screen. He’s always been more kept to himself than the rest of the guys, but when he makes those soft (and adorably funny) comments here and there, it made your heart flutter.

Something deep in your core begins to bubble after practically admiring your boyfriend through the screen, and before your mind goes further south, you decide to close out of the stream and browse through something else. TikTok immediately comes to mind. While you never really showed interest in the hype of it all ---- being in this quarantine for weeks has convinced you to give it a shot. And you’ve been hooked since. So here you are, scrolling through your feed as if it was your newfound addiction.

There’s this new trend circulating around the app where people would get naked in front of their partners (who were usually busy doing something) and film their reactions. The video idea has piqued your interest. You wonder how Calum would react if you do something of the like, mostly because he was always an avid fan of taking your clothes off for you. He found it sexier that way.

If you weren’t bored out of your mind right now, you would’ve waited. If you thought that your own fingers could give you the same satisfaction, you would’ve waited. But you’re craving for it now ---- your boyfriend’s attention, his eyes, his hands. You want him.

The guys wouldn’t mind, right?

Getting up from your previous position, you toss the towel wrapped around your damp hair to the side. As you’re standing, phone already in hand, your fingers work their way around the knot of your robe before untangling it.

Your thumb presses record once your robe unwound, the cool air trickling your skin as it entered through the opening. You then reach for the door to open it, making your way out and down the hall, towards the room Calum was streaming in. You can hear a string of laughter coming through, followed by your boyfriend murmuring a story about his favorite tattoo.

It doesn’t take long before you’re by the door of his office, body leaning against the frame. Calum’s sitting only a few feet away with his back turned against you, clearly focused on the livestream. He probably couldn’t hear you with the chunky headphones hovered securely over his ears, so saying something wouldn’t be the best idea. You didn’t want to disrupt the stream either.

So, you push the robe that was draped over your shoulders off. It glides down your bare body, before falling flat onto the dark mahogany floors. The mixture of the sight of your boyfriend and the thought of your body, revealed is enough to make you feel incredibly needy. You need to be touched, and it’s too late to go back.

As you reach down to grab the plush fabric from the ground, you mentally hope that you’ll be blessed with good aim at this very moment. You then take your chances and toss your bundled robe over Calum’s direction, and it perfectly lands on his head while he’s listening to one of his band members speak.

Instantaneously, his office chair swivels towards your direction. Your gaze meets his, and as his eyes trail further down your body, the gap between his lips grow wider.

His lips mouth a soft ‘fuck me’ while keeping his eyes on yours.

You can’t help but laugh softy, stopping the recording. You begin to really tease him by trailing your fingers down your skin. They start on your shoulder blades and move down to the tip of your nipples; a sight that’s left your boyfriend speechless.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back guys… I uh, need to use the bathroom,” Calum’s voice wasn’t steady at all.

And before he can even get a response from his friends, he’s already up from his chair, tossing the robe onto the couch that’s placed across from the desk. The beating of your heart turns rampant; you don’t know what to expect ---- is he angry? Annoyed?

Your question is soon answered when your body presses against his, his lips harshly colliding with yours full-force. His hands roam around your naked body, giving your ass a good squeeze before moving to the front to have his fingers brush against your throbbing clit, and back up to massage your breasts. These actions alone are enough for your core to pulsate. He’s hard too. You can feel it stiffen against your folds as you wrap your legs around his waist, letting your phone fall to the floor.

“God, Y/N,” he breathes, wasting no time to bring you back into the bedroom. “You can’t keep doing this to me, you know you’re my fuckin’ weakness.”

A soft giggle escapes your lips, bringing a finger up to delicately trace a line down his jaw. “I know,” you reply. “But I need you.”

That alone has your boyfriend letting out an involuntary moan, because fuck, that sounded so hot to him ---- he needs to be inside you.

Your back hits the soft mattress of the bed, and Calum settles between your legs, grinding his hard erection onto your wet pussy. You take it upon yourself to remove the hat that hovers over his eyes, throwing it as far as possible, before pulling him in for another kiss.

“We gotta be quick babe, the guys think I’m taking a shit,” he whispers with a small chuckle, which earned him a laugh on your end. It doesn’t ruin the momentum though, because after you nod, his hand snakes between your thighs, prying them apart.

His touch feels like electricity beginning to course through your veins. You can’t help but moan at his gentle fingers massaging circles around your clit. He dips them lower to spread the wetness across your folds, then bringing it back up to lubricate the sensitive bundle of nerves. You can’t contain yourself because god, his fingers feel so good on you. Your lips pepper kisses across his collarbones, softly moaning against his skin.

“I need you inside me, Cal,” you say softly into his ear, planting small kisses at the lobe.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Another moment isn’t wasted, and you help him push his athletic shorts and boxers down just enough to have his hard length spring free.

He lines his erection up against your slick folds before gradually pushing it in. Your eyes roll back at the pleasurable sensation, and you both moan in unison. His pace starts off as gentle and slow, leaning in again to satisfy his craving for your lips.

When he pulls away, he trails kisses down your neck and down to your breasts. Once he stops at your nipples, you’re greeted by his tongue flicking them, causing you to arch your back.

His pace begins to quicken and the two of you are slapping skin. His grip on the thick duvet tightens until his knuckles lose color, and you rake your nails across his back muscles --- leaving red marks that won’t disappear until the next morning.

Calum pulls out without finishing, having you confused. He uses the time to properly get on his knees, using your legs to pull you closer to him. He takes your right leg and brings it up to rest on his shoulder and pushes himself back in. “Fuck, baby,” you almost say inaudibly at the feeling of him hitting your g-spot in the perfect way. You can feel yourself coming close to finishing as your fingers curl against the sheets.

“You ready cum for me?” there’s a smirk that’s laced across his features, fully aware of how he’s making you feel. He uses his thumb to rub your throbbing clit, matching the intensity of his thrusts. “Ready to cum all over my cock?”

Nodding feverishly with a moan, it doesn’t take longer for you to come undone. You begin to breathe heavily from the intense sensation, before flashing a smile over at your boyfriend. “That’s my girl,” he muses at the sight of you recovering from your orgasm, turning to kiss the leg that’s over his shoulder.

Calum’s thrusts begin to become sloppier and erratic. Quickly, he pulls out and begins to pump his length over you, before letting out a satisfying moan as he his strings of milky ribbons land on your glistening body.

You both take the moment to catch a breath. As your eyes meet, still breathing heavily, the two of you share an ‘I can’t believe that happened’ laugh. He pulls his shorts and boxers back up and grabs the nearest towel (the one you had on your hair after your shower), cleaning up the mess he’s made across your frame.

Once you’re all cleaned up, you hurriedly push your boyfriend out the door and back to his office to continue the livestream that totally flew past both of your heads. Calum rushes over to his chair and plops back down so hard that it almost causes him to fall off the chair. You snort at the sight ---- so loud that it definitely was caught in the stream.

“What the fuck happened to you, mate?” Michael’s voice echoes through the room. Calum must’ve removed his headphones from his computer. “You were gone for like, fifteen minutes. We thought you died, or something!”

“I had to take a shit, bro!” Calum laughs, running his fingers across his obvious sex hair before taking another deep exhale. “At least I take my time, unlike Ashton here. Fucker doesn’t even wash his hands.”

“Hey!” Ashton exclaims through the screen. “That’s not a nice thing to say, Calum. I hope…”

You need to do TikTok trends with him more often.

#calum hood #calum hood smut #calum hood imagine #5sos imagine #5sos smut #calum hood x reader #5sos fanfic #calum hood x you #anyway i kinda made this.... soft?

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sleepyfics · 4 years

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i’ve been listening to calm all day and y’all... anyone want calum smut? 👀

#calum hood #5 seconds of summer #calum hood imagine #5sos imagine

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sleepyfics · 4 years

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❝ i’ll wait through your phases, peter parker.

summary: you and peter go through the years as online friends. deep down, the two of you always knew you were meant to be together, but time always came in between. inspired by this and this.

authors note: look who’s back with another chapter woohoo!! thank you to everyone who’s read this so far, it makes me so happy to see people interested in my writing :’) i decided to make a decision to switch tenses because it sounded better to me like this i’m so sorry BUT i hope you all enjoy! i’m probably going to be writing the next one asap since i’ll be stuck at home all weekend due to the craziness happening in the world so... anyway, stay hydrated and healthy friends, happy reading!

tags ( ♡ ): @eridanuswave, @theolewebshooter, @cyrusandhiscollaredahirts, @juliebean247, @pluckypete

CHAPTER TWO. YEAR: EARLY 2016.

“Happy New Year!”

“Ned, you do realize that you’re like a million hours ahead of us right?” Valerie points out. You can hear constant clicking with her mouse as if she’s occupied, which doesn’t surprise you. She’s always doing something on the side.

The background noise emitting from Ned’s end was beginning to become overwhelming. Fireworks with a variety of crackling and booming noises, relatives screaming and blowing horns, the whole New Year shebang. He’s been staying in the Philippines since school ended, and judging from all the pictures and videos he’s been sending to the chat, he’s having a great time.

It must be nice.

On your end, you haven’t been really doing much since the break started. It mostly consisted of being behind the computer for hours on end----whether it’d be playing video games, watching films, or delving into a deep hole of YouTube videos until the sun came out. While your family usually had things planned over the holidays, the older you got, the less interesting things became.

“Happy New Year from the future!” Ned reiterates, which causes everyone in the call to laugh. “Spoiler alert: 2016’s already looking pretty sweet.”

“I hope we’re getting flying cars this year,” Isaac adds. “Tony Stark needs to step it up, ‘cause if the guy can make flying suits of armor… he can definitely make flying cars.”

“I just want another Frank Ocean album man,” Ned sighs longingly. “I’m getting tired of listening to the same stuff over and over.”

“What about you, Y/N? What do you wish for next year?” You hear Valerie ask.

You pause the video that you were watching that’s minimized on the side, before actually contemplating on the question. As your mind drifts, it instantly brings you to the thought of Peter. No one’s heard of him since his disappearance two weeks ago. Not even Ned, who apparently hasn’t seen him around school either.

You just hope he’s okay.

“Earth to Y/N? Earth to Y/N…”

Immediately, you snap back to your reality. Letting out a deep breath, you press your lips together to leave a trail of hums while you think of an answer that seemed right.

“I don’t know, for Captain America to date me?” The answer’s the first thing that chimes into your head. Realizing how weird it might have sounded, you let out an uneasy laugh, hands waving in front of you as if they can see your gestures. “Don’t judge me! He’s cute, okay?”

And of course, everyone begins to laugh.

“You probably drool all over him in those lame videos they play in school, huh? Weirdo.” Valerie retorts, followed by a small giggle. She can’t seem to get over it.

Well, she’s not wrong.

“I’m more of a Thor guy,” Ned states matter-of-factly, which causes you to burst out into a laughing fit in the background. “What? Cap reminds me of an old guy! The dude lived through World War II, it’s like being attracted to someone who’s a hundred years old!”

“Fair enough,” you chortle. Your hands fold across your chest as your body sinks deeper into your cushioned chair. “But you can’t deny that Cap has a nice ass.”

“Amen.”

“True that.”

“Yup.”

You hear someone calling Ned out on his end, though couldn’t understand what was being said because it’s in a foreign language. Then Ned groans. ’There are few moments left in silence that follow suit, along with obnoxious shuffling (which probably was Ned playing with the mic of his headphones).

“Sorry guys, my aunt wants me for pictures,” Ned says quickly, to which you can hear him stand up from his seat. “BRB.”

He leaves the call.

You blankly stare at the call screen. That only leaves you, Valerie, and Isaac. You’re about to continue the video that was paused, but was greeted with a notification that meant you receiving new direct message.

Peter_skywalker: Hi…..

The longer continue to stare at the message, the faster your heart begins to pound. You don’t even know where to begin.

Why is he resurfacing now after being gone for so long?

You: peter?? You: is that you or did someone hack you???

Peter_skywalker: Hahaha don’t worry it’s me Y/N ! Peter_skywalker: Sorry I disappeared ☹ Peter_skywalker: I felt so bad for leaving you guys ☹

You: no it’s ok, did something happen? You: like are you ok?

You slightly jump at the sudden ringing that surprises you on your screen. It’s Peter. He’s now calling you, and for some reason, that alone has you in full-panic mode. You’ve never been in a private call with him-----the two of you were always just put in a conversation with the group. There was never any reason to. Besides, you wanted to avoid all of the suspicions your friends would have if it did.

So why now?

With shaky fingers, you reach over to your mouse to press the ‘Accept’ button. There’s silence that lingers for a minute while it disconnects you to the group call and connects you to the private one. Calmly, you take a deep breath to regulate the beating of your pounding heart.

You didn’t know what to expect from this. Thoughts of the worst possible outcomes already filling your mind.

It’s not Peter, he’s been kidnapped.

He’s going to tell you he’s leaving the group for good.

Ned told him about the time you accidentally admitted you liked Peter’s voice the most.

God, you want to puke.

“Hello?”

The sound of his voice has you melting in an instant.

Typically, in the group calls, you’re not afraid to showcase how you are. Outgoing, always either telling stories or cracking a joke or two that made everybody laugh. But why does it feel like that’s been stripped away from you all of the sudden? As if you’re flustered?

“Hey!” You answer almost too enthusiastically, clearing your throat to recoup from that horrendous outcome. Warmth is radiating in your cheeks, and if you’re to look in the mirror right now, your complexion would probably resemble a ripened tomato. “Long time no see--- or---- uh, talk.”

He laughs. “Yeah… sorry if me calling you is weird, I um… thought it’d be easier to just talk like this.”

“No no it’s okay,” you quickly reply. Behind the screen, you’re already wiping your sweaty palms on the material of your sleep shorts. “So um, what have you been up to? We all missed you, Peter.”

It’s quiet. You’re not sure if you said anything wrong, but if you did, you deeply regret accepting the call now.

Suddenly you can hear him softly sniffling, as if he’s now in tears. Your eyes begin to brim with worry---- feeling guilty of everything that’s come out of your mouth thus far. Now panicking, your eyes shift wildly as you try to conjure up something to say that’ll make the situation even slightly better.

“Peter, I----”

“My uncle died,” he interrupts. It probably took him all the courage he had left to say it, and you crash. As he continues, you can tell that he’s fighting the tears and losing. Like he’s trying to smile and laugh through it but failing. “His funeral was yesterday and… I miss him so much, it hurts.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction

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❝ i’ll wait through your phases, peter parker.

summary: you and peter go through the years as online friends. deep down, the two of you always knew you were meant to be together, but time always came in between. inspired by this and this.

authors note: HELLO! the idea for this just came into my head and i need to write asap! so... y/n and peter are basically internet friends who met through a game. they are long distance, so most of their interactions would be done through their voice chats with the group. there will be a lot of time skips in this story, since i’m basically going through peter’s canon life in the films while adding his and y/n’s relationship in the mix. hope you enjoy!!

CHAPTER ONE. YEAR: 2015.

It was your safe place--- your second home.

Never would you have ever imagined meeting your second family through a video game called Beast Slayer, yet here you were. Sitting comfortably in your chair, grinning ear to ear as you listen to your internet friends argue over who the most powerful Jedi was (the answer’s obviously Anakin).

The group consists of five people. First there was a kid from Michigan named Isaac. The two of you met from being randomly assigned as teammates from the game, and found a connection after a thirty-minute game through voice chat. He was kind of the leader of the group, since he was pretty much responsible for bringing everyone together in the first place.

After Isaac, you met Valerie. The two of you bonded over---- well, being one of the very few females who played the game. You brought her into the group, and everyone loved her as much as you did.

Isaac brought in a guy named Ned from New York not too long after. Apparently, they’ve met through a different game, but found out that they also were big on Beast Slayer too. Ned is the funniest guy in the group--- always finding a way to make everyone laugh.

Then, there was Peter.

Peter was Ned’s best friend in real life. He wasn’t as into the game as Ned was, but would always play if everyone played together. He always found it more exhilarating if you all played as a team, and it helped that he wasn’t relying on strangers with unknown capabilities.

To you, he was the one who caught your attention the most.

“Are we just going to forget that Yoda exists?!” Ned argued over the mic, the clicking of his mechanical keyboard coming through. You could tell that he was currently in a game, though that didn’t stop him from getting the upper-hand in the midst of the argument. “He literally led the Jedi Council for ages, and he kicked everyone’s ass! He’ll definitely kick Luke’s too if he had the chance!”

“I don’t know man, Obi-Wan’s pretty up there,” Isaac remarked. “You can’t tell me his fight with Darth Maul sucked.”

“Oh, give me a break, dude. Obi-Wan got his ass kicked by Darth Vader,” Ned reputed. You could already imagine him rolling his eyes behind the screen, which made you laugh quietly.

“Well, if you think about it… Obi-Wan did train Anakin. So he probably knew how to fight against him,” Peter chimed in the call. His voice was always so soft, and quiet. It still didn’t stop you from involuntarily smiling to yourself, though.

You didn’t think it would be possible for you to feel this way towards a voice, yet here you were. Drawn to him, as if you were in each other’s lives for years. When in reality, you’d only met him three months ago. There wasn’t even a face to match the voice or the name.

“Y/N?”

The sudden call of your name had you reel your mind back to reality. You were stuck in a train of thought again, wondering what it’d be like to talk to your friends in real life. While it wouldn’t be possible now, since, you were all still Freshmen in high school---- the future might hold a possibility.

Fixing the headphones that hovered over your ears, you brought the microphone closer to your lips.

“Hm? Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m getting tired of this conversation, are you?” Valerie answered, a hint of annoyed laced in her tone. While you were more inclined to be interested in all the Star Wars talk, she wasn’t.

“You’re just hating on Star Wars, Val,” Ned remarked. His clicking has become more obnoxious now, and everyone could clearly tell he’s widely spamming the keys.

“No--- she’s right. Let’s talk about something else,” you made an attempt to help your friend out. “I’m getting kind of sick of it too.”

“Thank you!” she said. “So… how was your day guys?”

“Fine.”

“Same old.”

You could already hear her groan to her microphone. You wanted to give her a more in-depth response, but, life at school wasn’t all too exciting. It mostly consisted of class, choir practice, more class, then home.

“Peter and I went on a field trip,” Ned replied after a moment of awkward silences all around.

“That sounds fun,” you said, scooting your chair closer to your desk. “Where’d you guys go?”

“Some science lab. It wasn’t even that great, to be honest. All we looked at were some test tubes and a bunch of spiders.”

“Spiders are cool,” Valerie said. “Are they like, the type that kills you if you get a bite?”

The conversation went on for a good while, since, it sort of went down a rabbit hole of theories and questions that remained unanswered. Throughout the conversation though, you noticed that Peter had been radio silent for a while now, despite still being connected to the call. You were curious was to what happened, since he was usually the type to say something if he were to leave. And, if he fell asleep, anyone could easily hear him snoring softly through the microphone of his headphones.

“Peter?” Isaac had finally noticed too. “You still there, dude?”

“Yeah, where’d you go man?” Ned added.

It still fell quiet for a good while. No one knew what to say, since, there was no response from the other end. You could tell that everyone began to worry. This kind of behavior was unusual, and you couldn’t help but think of the worst possible outcomes.

Finally, you hear his voice come through. But something didn’t feel right.

“I gotta go,” he spoke faintly, voice feeling further and further away. “I don’t… feel so good.”

And with that, he disappeared from the call.

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sleepyfics · 6 years

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girl we need that next part

it’s up!! hope u enjoy!!

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sleepyfics · 6 years

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❝ how deep is your love, chris evans & tom holland.

summary: you and chris find love through a small encounter on a rainy day, but the 10+ year age gap soon gets to your relationship. so, he did what he thought was best and introduced you to someone closer to your age, tom.

author’s note: i’m baaaack :-) hey friends, so sorry it’s been a hot sec, real life things haven’t been so kind to me. BUT! i poured it all out into this part, so i hope you enjoy. honestly? this might be a good part to end the series on, though i haven’t decided for sure yet! we shall see. <3

PART SIX.

A part of you desperately wanted to say no.

But the other part also longed for the truth. You and Chris were adults, and you knew very well that a talk in person was needed. Gliding your fingers through your hair, you let out a sigh of defeat. There was still Tom you had to worry about, as he was clueless to the whole situation.

You really didn’t need to break two hearts in one night.

“Sure,” you replied weakly. Shuffling around the carpeted ground to get up properly, you felt a hand help hoist you back up. Chris smiled with his hand on yours, only to let your cheeks flush in a mauve pink.

“You mind giving me and Y/N a sec, Tom?” You heard Chris say from beside, as you were unable to make proper eye contact with Tom. It was all too conflicting. You couldn’t face him right now, not when your head’s not in the place to put people’s feelings on the line again.

You loved Chris with every fiber of your being. And while that spoke to its truth, you also didn’t want to become a burden in his life. You witnessed the glimmering look in his eyes when he danced with that mysterious woman, and the pained one he gave when you wanted to break things off hours before the event. It wasn’t a perfect match. It never was.

Then, there was Tom. He has been nothing but a complete sweetheart, catering to your needs in this rough time. If timing wasn’t so much of a problem, and if you didn’t have your heart occupied by someone else, maybe you two could’ve happened. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

You heard Tom mumble a short ‘yeah mate,’ before brushing past by you. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to alleviate the minor pain in your chest upon seeing him.

It hurt even more when he briefly looked back, and you could only meet his gaze for a moment before your head fell down to the ground.

Chris swiped the room’s key in the minute the elevator closes, opening the door before the two of you. He motioned for you to go in first and you entered, tossing your purse, along with your shoes carelessly to the side. Rather than taking a seat at the side of the bed, you merely stood there with your arms crossed, an expressionless face painted over. The room fell silent.

He became the first to speak. Closing the door behind, he took a deep breath before parting his lips. “I know you’re mad at me. But what you saw out there? It wasn’t what it looked like, Y/N.”

The response made your blood curdle, as if what he told you didn’t sound so genuine. You didn’t know what to believe. Chris was never one to lie, but at the same time, what’s stopping him from doing so now? Especially when you just caught him happily dancing with another woman to your song?

Your fingers began to absentmindedly pick at your skin as you rearranged the thoughts flowing through your head.

“And why should I believe you?” You met his gaze, eyes emitting in both rage and disappointment. “You can dance with all these gorgeous, older women all you want, but to do it right in front of me? To our song? That’s just being a straight up dick.”

“Oh, and you think seeing you all happy with Mr. Young and Handsome was easy on the eyes? I felt fucking miserable,” he protested back, never breaking eye contact with you. “It was already hard enough to hear you say that you didn’t want to be with me anymore!”

“You were the one who set us up, Chris! You! Tom told me!” Your face incidentally leaned in closer to his, but the anger across your face didn’t shift. “He said you thought I’d be this perfect match for him. What kind of boyfriend sets his girlfriend up with someone else?!”

“The kind that cares.”

You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous remark. Bullshit. That wasn’t an act of love, it was an act of stupidity and selfishness. You took a moment to massage your aching temples before inhaling deeply. The stress was beginning to be too hard to bare.

It wasn’t even a mature consolation between two adults anymore, it was a screaming match between children.

Maybe you should give him a chance and actually hear him out.

“Why did you do it then?” the words left your lips as they quivered, unable to shake the image of them dancing out of your mind. You tried your hardest to pull it together to make yourself seem bothered, but the tears were prepared to stream at any given moment. So, you moved towards the bathroom to clean your face as an excuse.

He soon followed suit. You pretended not to notice his presence and continued to wipe the smeared makeup off your puffed face, but it was hard to ignore his eyes on you. The blue hues that were always so hard to resist.

“Look, I did it because I was being stupid,” he finally answered amidst the silence, palm now resting against the sink as his large frame hovered the bathroom’s entrance. It was a way for you to stay still for a moment, and all you can do is comply. “I was drinking, and I know that’s not an excuse, but------” he sighed. “I really thought you weren’t happy with me anymore. So I thought if I could distract myself from that, processing that thought would be easier.”

Instantly, you stopped what you were doing. “Chris...” Your heart had sunk to your stomach knowing that you’ve made him believe in such a lie. That was never the case. Setting down the damp makeup wipe to the side, your hand slowly found its way on top of his, giving it a small squeeze. “You know that’s not true.”

Truth be told, it was far from the truth. If anything, you felt as if he’s the one who’s unhappy with the relationship, not you.

“Then why do you keep giving me these signs that you aren’t happy, Y/N? I’m trying my hardest here. I’m doing everything there is to make you happy, but I always end up hurting you no matter what I do,” You could feel the muscles behind his palms tense up through the touch. “We can pretend all we want, but let’s be real. I saw how much better of you are with someone like Tom. Not this------ old guy who’ll never understand you.”

This time, it was evident he was being genuine. As he spoke, you could easily sense that each word was getting harder and harder for him to say. Soon enough, he was caught taking the makeup wipe you once used to catch the fallen tears off his face.

That’s all it was, a misunderstanding.

“Hey...” Your body turned around to fully face him. Reaching out, your hand softly cupped the side of his tired face, using a thumb to swipe the tears that were left. “I didn’t mean it. I only said it, because I was frustrated at the fact that I know you deserve someone who’s more... within your league. Someone who has their life together, and that’ll... never be me.”

His hand moved off the sink and over yours. "No, don’t say that, babe,” the term of endearment made your heart skip multiple beats. With all the time you’ve spent with him, it still never ceased to bring pleasure to your ears. Chris had calmed down from the previous altercation, as his expression dipped from frustration to apologetic. “You’re perfect in every way. I love you because you’re you.”

“And so are you,” you answered right back, feigning a reassuring smile. It had taken you a long time to realize that Chris needed validation sometimes too. While it may not seem like he was the type to need it on the exterior, he was just as sensitive as you were.

He immediately pulled you into his arms. Tightly would to your body, you held him just as strongly. For a few minutes the two of you sat in silence as you inhaled the familiar scent you’ve grown fond of. Though you’ve gone through a complete emotional whirlwind tonight, you could only imagine what he was going through as well. All this time he was certain that you were ready pack your bags and leave the relationship, when in reality, you were only pushing back because you felt the exact same way.

But for now, things have settled again. Perhaps there was a chance the two of you could come out of this stronger, now that everything has been put out in the open.

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke into a slight murmur, his words were in a whisper. Tears continued to stream down his cheeks, so much so that you could feel them seep into your skin through the fabric of your clothing. “I really don’t want to lose you.”

The sight of him so vulnerable like this only made you burst into tears too.

“I’m sorry too,” you managed to respond amidst the shared cries, forcing out a laugh to hide the pain you felt across your body. Your other hand moved to run fingers across his slicked back hair, pulling out of the hug for a moment to look up at him with a grin.

It only made him catch your laughter, a sight that you’ve always loved.

The gesture took you off guard at first, but you soon fell comfortable with it. He grabbed both of your hands to meet with his, bringing them both up to rest on his broad shoulders. His hands then rested on your sides, then swinging to a nonexistent beat.

“‘Cause we’re livin’ in a world of fools, breaking us down...” the song left in a low, intimate tone of voice. He was grinning from ear to ear now. As his line finished, he kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger.

The smile on your face only grew, swaying to his lead. You too, joined into singing the song. “When they all should let us be...”

“We belong to you and me...”

The two of you continued to slow dance in the hotel bathroom, with your voices’ acoustics echoing off the walls. Your head comfortably rested on his chest, his chin falling gently on top of yours.

This was the dance you’ve dreamt about. The one that was meant to happen tonight.

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Are you still with us?

YES, i am in fact still here and ready to hit you with a super feels-y chapter!!

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when are you updatinggggfff

hopefully by tonight, my bb! school and my personal life hasn’t been super kind to me, but thanks for being patient!

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hey guys! i made a poll that'll decide the end game of this mini series (sadly my dream didn't tell me who i end up with rip :/). i'm planning to write out about 4-5 more parts, so if you have the time to help a gal out, that'd be amazing!!

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❝ how deep is your love, chris evans & tom holland.

author’s note: hey guys! sorry if this one’s a little short, i wanted a lil bit of suspense for the next part :/ real question here: would u pick tom or chris tho.... i tried fixing some things like my tenses, so i’m sorry if it seems a little different or off, i’m totally always open for your feedback/opinions and such. also, happy back to school for those who are back! college has been sajkjeg, but i’m hanging in there, and i hope you are too. <3

PART FIVE.

The tears welled up in your eyes made your surroundings a blur.

Because of the fact that you left your hotel key on the nightstand inside, you weren’t able to resort to your bed for comfort without having to speak to Chris. Instead, your back slid down against the door in defeat. You couldn’t care less if your uncontrollable sobs were heard across the hallway, the ache in your chest was too hard to suppress.

He only wanted you to move on, so he could too. You were never long term to him, and he came to terms with that decision without telling you beforehand.

The image of Chris happily dancing to your song with another woman kept replaying in your head, and all you could imagine was the rampage of media outlets waiting to burst once they announce their engagement.

‘I’m gonna marry the hell out of you one day, Y/N. Get ready.’

‘You’re my whole world and I never want to lose you.’

‘I couldn’t care less about what other people are gonna say about us. As long as we’re happy, screw ‘em.’

It hurt knowing that this could really be the end. After tonight, it’ll be as if you and Chris never happened, not even seen as a distant memory. No one will know about the abundant love you two shared, nor the memories that came along with it. Everything will turn into dust.

There were a series of footsteps marching through the hall after a faint ding! from the elevator. Your head continued to lay low, hiding your smeared makeup look in case anyone passes by.

“Y/N?”

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing your name. It wasn’t Chris, and you were a little thankful it wasn’t.

It was Tom.

“Why are you here?” the tone of your voice was cold, as if it radiated no sign of empathy. A small part of you was happy to see him, but for the most part, you’d prefer going through his alone. No one understood, and you didn’t owe him any sort of explanation.

So, you kept low, masking your face with your palms.

He immediately noticed the shift in you. Instead of walking away though, he slowly made his way towards where you were sitting, before taking the empty spot beside you. Your body instinctively shifted to create a bigger distance, still refusing to make any sort of eye contact.

“I went through all the floors searching for you. I thought I said something to upset you down there, and I wanted to apologize. Maybe I was being too forward with you. We’ve literally just met, I took it way too far, and I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I feel like an absolute dick.”

The expression on your face slightly softened. Tom shouldn’t be dragged into this, you knew that. This was a matter that needed to be settled between you and Chris, and having Tom around would only cause further complications.

Besides, there was nothing for him to apologize about. As far as you knew, you had a great time accompanying him in that short while.

“No, it’s...” you used the back of your hand to wipe your eyes dry. You also took a moment to deeply inhale, regulating your staggered breathing. “It’s not you, Tom. None of this was on you, I---- I just haven’t been in the right head space.”

He soon have you a look, a look that read concern all over. His arm soon wrapped around your body, allowing for your head to fully rest on his shoulder. The kind gesture only made you cry even more, knowing that you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve him being this kind to you when all you’ve done was ignore him throughout the evening for your boyfriend who was clearly distracted with somebody else.

Maybe you didn’t deserve anything nice at all.

“I’m all ears if you want to talk,” his voice was gentle, keeping you close.

Every fiber of your being wanted to finally let it all out. Ever since you and Chris began dating, you had to keep it a secret between friends and family as well. While you didn’t really have many friends to begin with, hiding it from family was tough. There were many instances where you wanted to let everyone know you were finally in a good relationship with someone who was virtually perfect in every way. You wanted to have someone to go to when you were going through these relationship obstacles, but had to result to your school therapist using made up names. And even that was a challenge in itself

You know you should keep your mouth shut. But bottling all of this up was unhealthy too.

Chris was supposed to be the one to chase after you. He was supposed to be the one comforting you, talking you through this pain, not this stranger you had just met. While you were grateful for it, a big part of your heart still longed for the one who you truly loved. He shouldn’t be out there with anyone else.

He should be with you. No matter how badly your stars aligned.

But what if that alone was a bad idea? What if things were supposed to end up this way for the better? What if the universe wanted you and Chris to separate, so you could run into the arms of someone else?

There were so many things to say.

“Someone...” you finally began, already feeling your heart wrench through one word. There were already thousands of thoughts lined up and ready to be said, but you knew you couldn’t do it. Your foot began to violently shake at the nerves, fingers clawing at your own skin. You took a deep breath again. “Someone I really care about is pushing me away, and it------ it’s starting to suck,” you tried to weakly laugh it off as if the matter wasn’t serious. “The worst part? I made them do it.”

And those were the words you didn’t think would affect you the most. Admitting to it only made it a reality, with you realizing that you were the one who took the relationship for granted. You were the one who first pushed Chris away with your doubts.

At this point you couldn’t care less. Your arms were completely wrapped around Tom, sobbing, begging closure altogether. You wanted any sort of comfort, something to tell you that things were going to be okay without Chris. That you could move on and heal on your own, no matter how many times his face will constantly be paraded around your life.

Tom only held you tighter than before. Pressing his lips softly against the top of your head, he began to gently massage your back in the process. “Look, I know it may suck right now... but if this person really cared about you, they wouldn’t back out without a fight,” he cooed into your ear. “You’re a fucking catch, Y/N. I may have only met you tonight, but I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know you these past few hours. And you’re amazing.”

They were words that made you smile.

There’s a small grin that began to creep into your lips as the weight in your chest began to gradually alleviate. You weren’t sure if you were being spoon fed sugar coated lies, but it did help deal with the heartache.

He handed you the handkerchief that was once neatly folded in his blazer’s pocket. You take it and quietly mouth a ‘thank you,’ before using it to dry your eyes.

“Why are you going through all this trouble for me, Tom?” It was a question that continued to linger. After all, the two of you were only acquaintances at best.

This time, you were finally brave enough to look at him in the eye, run down mascara and everything.

His other hand tucked a loose strand of hair back behind your ear. There was this silence you shared for a while as his gaze met yours, but you didn’t mind it. It almost felt soothing.

“Because I think I’m beginning to like you.”

This was one of those moments again. Those moments that you only see in movies, where amidst all the darkness, there came a beam of light.

You knew it was wrong, but the wave emotions you felt at once was overriding your fair judgement. There’s a tear that fell across your cheek, but this time, it wasn’t from the pain in your heart. You were speechless. Genuinely, completely, speechless.

Suddenly, your ears pick up another noise.

It resembled the clearing of the throat, but more obnoxious and forced. Your head glanced up to give them your attention, only to see that it’d been Chris. He was now hovered over you and Tom, hands deep into his pantsuit’s pocket.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

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HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE IS FREAKIN BREAKING MY HEART!!! SO DAMN GOOD

AHHH THANK YOU SM!! thank you for making my day srsly, i hope you enjoy the last few parts i plan on putting up soon!!

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❝ how deep is your love, chris evans & tom holland.

author’s note: guess who suddenly got muse for this at 1am and decided to write? wowie, it’s me! anyway, thank you for all the love in this mini series, i appreciate every single one of you. and to those who follow this blog, i wish i can follow back, but unfortunately this is a sideblog connected to my rp blog. so, i advise you to just turn on notifications if it’s easier! i also tried to make this part a little longer as i’m planning to end this after a few more parts so, yeah. fair warning: just when you thought part 3 was sad? get ready for this one.

PART FOUR.

Then and there, you can already feel your eyes well up with tears.

This wasn’t a ploy to get back at you. He only wanted what was best, even if it risked his own happiness.

And the guilt couldn’t have eaten you alive even more.

You continue to stare at the same two text messages on the screen, as if you were wishing they’ll magically change into something you wanted to hear. You were at a loss. You were conflicted with various thoughts----- why would he do this, and why now out of all times?

With trembling fingers, you attempt to type up a reply.

To chris 🐻💙: please don’t do this

The latter half of the evening came in a complete blur. Before you knew it, hours have passed by. There was nothing but hollow emptiness you feel inside, and your mind went haywire. You didn’t know what this meant for your relationship with Chris, or how things will be once you see him again in the hotel room you both were staying in.

While you were thankful Tom and his friends let you forget about the issue from time to time, every second your eyes find Chris, your heart breaks all over again.

The two of you lock eyes for a moment, but he only shrugs it off, pretending to laugh at something funny the guy who played Falcon said. It wasn’t genuine.

“How’d you like the food, Y/N?” You hear Tom ask. He was only trying to make conversation, since, you’ve been silent throughout the whole dinner. It wasn’t his fault, you were just already beginning to feel detached from everything around you with what’s going on in your mind.

“I liked it,” you try to answer as energetically as you could without it seeming forced. Sure, you didn’t have much of an appetite and only ate small portions of each course, but you still tried to play it off as if you were having the best time. “The dessert? My mouth felt like it was blessed.”

He laughs, taking a sip of his red wine. “You are actually so adorable.”

Tom’s friends were very nice. You can tell that filming together really brought them together as a really tight-knit family, judging by the way they were fond of reminiscing the adventures they have. From the late night bowling trips to the incessant amount of inside jokes, they were the group of friends everyone dreams about.

Not only that, but you felt very comfortable around them. Maybe it was because they were around your age and everything they talked about was something you knew too, but the atmosphere was easygoing and laid-back. You didn’t feel the pressure of having to seek for their approval, they already saw you as a friend. They were also hilarious. It was hard to not laugh when you’re engaged in a conversation with them.

While you hate to admit it, having to socialize with Chris’ friends would’ve been a lot more challenging. Just the thought of trying to fit into their conversations already scares you. Or imagining the judging looks they’ll make if you say something they may not get. It was already hard trying to explain to Chris why you keep referencing Vines or popular memes around the Internet.

“So what do you major in, Y/N?” Zendaya questions after sensing you were slowly backing out of their conversation. It was her attempt to reel you back in, make you feel more included.

“Art,” you reply with a shy smile.

Answering that question was always a two way street: they either think it’s great, or they judge you for spending your future on something that wasn’t practical. You’ve heard it a million times before.

Surprisingly, everyone thought it was great.

“And she’s amazing at it,” Tom adds as he flashes a warm grin at you, only making you feel flustered. No matter how many times people have complimented on your skill or work, it was still hard to get used to. “Chris showed me a painting she’s made once, and it was phenomenal. It’s like, fully displayed on his living room, framed up and everything.”

Chris was always in love with your art. He was the one who always admired everything you ever made, always helped you through late night art portfolio filings before finals week, and always surprised you with better art supplies that he took time to research in before buying. And whenever you had a piece to show in the campus art gallery, he was always there, even if it was in a horrible disguise.

You begin to recall all the afternoons you spent sketching his side profile as he read books, or when you’d paint landscapes on his back until he falls asleep.

Another glance at Chris’ table, another shot of sadness. It’s like he doesn’t even want you here anymore, like you ceased to exist.

“How much do you reckon you’ll charge if I want a large portrait of Tom posing nude beside a tiger?” Harrison asks, causing everyone in the table to laugh. Tom gives his best friend a look before playfully punching them in the arm.

“I’ll do it for free if he posts it on Instagram and frames it in his bedroom.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Y/N,” Harrison says, which only has Tom continue to laugh in embarrassment (but succumbs to the idea too).

With the final hour of the event coming to its course, a lot of the guests begin to either call it a night or move to the dance floor to dance the night away. The band has been replaced by a DJ now, who was playing a music that everyone can dance to.

Everyone at the table chose to move to the dance floor, but you decided to sit it out again. Dancing was never your thing, you’re almost sure you were born with two left feet. Chris even tried to teach you how to tap dance once, but after one minor head injury later, you two agreed to just stick to slow dancing when the opportunity comes.

Your fingers fumble around your phone, waiting for that text back. Nothing. He was still sitting around in that stupid table pretending to have fun instead of coming over to fix things with you.

What if he was already set on his decision? What if he really wanted to walk away?

There’s a tear that falls directly onto your phone’s screen. You wanted all of this to stop, to make things normal again. You wanted to go back to the hotel room with Chris, make up, and pretend this night never happened.

“Hey gorgeous,” you hear Tom call from behind. This time, he gently places a hand on your back, leaning in with a concerned look on his face. “You’ve been a little off, are you sure you’re alright?”

All you can do is nod, even if it was a lie. Your hands quickly wipe your eyes as subtly as you could, but anyone could tell the tears were there.

There’s silence that looms over for a while, but Tom’s comforting hand surprisingly made the situation a little better.

Suddenly, you can feel his hand snake through to grab yours. And your heart skips a beat.

“Come, let’s get your mind off of things and dance with me,” his voice was soft, sincere.

Normally you’d say no, but this time----- because you were desperate to numb the pain in your heart, you take his hand fully and let him lead you to the dance floor.

Before the two of you could even dance to something upbeat, the tone begins to shift as the DJ puts on a song to slow dance to.

It was ‘How Deep Is Your Love’ by The Bee Gees. The song that played in your ears when you met Chris for the first time that one rainy day, the song that Chris would always sing to you to sleep after a rough day at class, the song that belonged to the two of you.

I know your eyes in the morning sun I feel you touch me in the pouring rain

Tom places both hands on your waist, and you rests your arms over his shoulders. The movements were cautious and slow. Even if it was Tom you were gazing at, holding onto, pressing up against, it just didn’t feel right.

And the moment that you wander far from me I wanna feel you in my arms again

“I had a really nice time with you tonight, Y/N,” he admits, continuing to lead you to the dance. “I’d love to see you again.”

For the first time in a while, you smile sincerely. Though it was hard to admit, in the grand scheme of things, you had a nice time too. Tom gave you an amazing night despite the situation you’re in, and he made you smile as much as he could. He was a gentleman with a kind heart, and if things were different, you would’ve definitely taken that chance with him.

'Cause were living in a world of fools Breaking us down When they all should let us be We belong to you and me

Before you could say anything at all, your eyes see something that you wish you didn’t.

Just a couple of feet away from you in the dance floor, it was Chris.

And he wasn’t alone.

In his arms was another woman------- tall, gorgeous, and older. Even in the dimmed lighting, you could tell she can take anyone’s breath away.

They were slow dancing to your song.

What made it more painful was the bright smiles on both of their lips as they talked through the dance, faces centimeters apart. Chris had that look on his face, the look that he used to have when he wanted to tell you he loved you.

Tom was saying something, you know it, but your attention was fully on them. You wanted to scream, sob, throw a fit, but it was clearly a bad idea.

So you ran.

You pushed people aside, took your things, and ran back to the hotel room to cry.

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❝ how deep is your love, chris evans & tom holland.

author’s note: wow 2 updates in one day? i’m on a ROLL! anyway, thanks for all the love i’ve gotten from my past two parts, my heart is literally so full. this chapter’s a little longer and got a little more real than it should’ve but, no regrets oops. i hope you guys enjoy part 3!

PART THREE.

“Oh, I--I can’t, I’m actually waiting on somebody-----”

You didn’t know why your nerves were raked high out of nowhere. Then again, it was a famous actor asking you to sit with them. And it didn’t help the fact that he’d called you darling, especially in that mildly intoxicating British accent of his.

You tried to recall all of the past Marvel films you’ve seen or heard, but you couldn’t really put a finger on anyone who had an accent like that except for the one who played Loki. Thor was around the same boat, but he had more of a raspy, deep tone.

"You’re Evans’ plus one, right?” he smoothly interrupts, but continues to keep a friendly smile across his face. “He’s told me all about you. I’m Tom.”

Exactly how many of them knew about your relationship with Chris? You were almost sure he’d kept your relationship under wraps, but maybe you were wrong.

Looking at his open palm, you take it and give it a small shake. “Y/N,” you greet back, matching the grin that he had. “I didn’t think Chris would say anything about us.”

“You’re joking, right? He talks about you nonstop.” The words cause your heart to skip a beat, in a good way. “You seem like such an amazing friend. I wish I had one like you, no offence to my mate Harrison. He thought we’d get along okay, and set us up.”

Wait.

Set us up? He has to mean as friends, right?

The news had hit you like a storm. You weren’t sure if Tom was joking about the whole ordeal, but managed to laugh awkwardly anyway. Your eyes try to quickly scan to room for your boyfriend, but he was still nowhere to be found.

Before you could even say anything, there was a voice that came from the stage. It was a guy named Kevin, whoever that was, beginning to spark a thank you speech to the crowd. Everyone in the area began to scatter to their seats.

There was still no sign of Chris.

It leaves you no choice but to take Tom’s offer. You don’t know if this was some kind of a game Chris was trying to play, or if this was all genuine. It still hurt nevertheless.

Then again, you figured you do deserve all of this this. After everything you’ve made Chris feel, the pain and frustration, it was almost warranted.

“Where’s your table at?”

The two of you arrive at the table Tom had been sitting at. It was placed by the stage and a little to the right, and all of the seats have been taken but two. The eyes on that table immediately turn straight to you, and you could feel your anxiety kick into full gear.

“What up, nerds,” Tom teases at all of them as he pulls out the chair for you, then taking his own seat. There was a string of laughter on their end. “This is Y/N, my lovely date for the evening.”

It didn’t sound right. Nothing did.

You wanted Chris to quit this act, and go back to the way it was before. How he wanted to show you off, meet his friends, have an amazing time. You didn’t want to be stuck being some stranger’s date.

It was obvious this was to get back on what you’ve said to him a few days ago. While you didn’t mean it, you’ve once told him during an argument that you wished you were with someone younger, because Chris couldn’t understand where you were coming from. And you know that those words alone hurt him, so you vowed to never say something like that again.

Maybe they were just hard to forget.

“Hi guys,” you finally say quietly but kindly, while waving to the others. You didn’t want to rudely talk over whatever the guy in the mic had to say, so you just flashed them a smile, and they all did the same back.

“They’re my Spidey Squad,” Tom whispers into your ear, moving his seat a little closer to you. “That’s Zendaya, my best mate Harrison, Jacob, Laura, and Tony. You’ve seen us in Spider-Man, right?”

Truth be told, you haven’t. The Winter Soldier was the last film of Marvel you’ve seen, and the last Spider-Man film you can even vaguely recall had Andrew Garfield play as Peter Parker. You have heard about them in retrospect through news outlets, but never really matched the faces into their names.

Another British Spider-Man, huh?

“Okay, don’t hate me, but... I haven’t,” you can feel yourself cringe from the answer. It was a little embarrassing considering you have been seeing Captain America for half a year, and haven’t bothered catching up on the franchise he works in. Not even the newest one, where apparently half of the heroes die? You only remember, because Chris looked incredibly good in that beard.

He always looks good, but Captain America all rugged? It’s a yes. You could still remember the feeling of his beard between your thighs.

Tom was very good-looking though, there’s no doubt about that. But he just... wasn’t Chris. You’re sure he has a nice personality, but you find it hard finding any kind of connection when Chris was in your mind throughout the entire time.

“Well, I’m not going to hold you to it, but promise me you’ll see it eventually,” He continues to whisper, laughing softly. His arm was now resting around the back of your chair, as if the situation already has him feeling relaxed around you. “How about you come 'round my place sometime? I can help you catch up on all the films, tell you stories, neat things.”

You slowly turn your head to fully face Tom, with your faces only a few inches apart. His smile only radiates to you, no matter how wrong it felt.

Before you could even give him an answer (a no, but it was tempting to say yes), you spot a figure in the background making their way to their seat.

It was Chris.

No matter how dimmed the lights were, you could already tell in his flushed complexion that he’d been upset, or crying. A look you knew far too well.

A big part of your entire being wanted to get up from your seat then and there, and run to him for answers. But you knew that wasn’t the right way to do it, to not cause a scene in an event that wasn’t even catered to you.

You’ve never hated yourself more than you did now.

Completely ignoring what Tom had to say, you still continue to nod as if you were listening. Your eyes were sneaking glances at Chris every two seconds, wondering what he’ll do, what he’ll say about you. This was supposed to be his night, and you ruined it. He was supposed to have a great time with his friends, share a few laughs, but he comes into the room heartbroken.

No matter how many times he’s trying to act like the happy, sweet Chris he was towards his friends in the table, you knew it was all for show.

There was a round of applause from everyone around, an indication that the speech was done, and everyone was free to mingle. You knew you had to go talk to Chris, apologize, and fix things if it was still possible.

“You alright, love?” It was Tom’s words that snap you from your train of thought.

“Yeah,” you reply, shakily even. It was hard for you to keep a straight voice as if you were okay, when deep down, guilt was eating you alive.

While Tom and the rest of his friends stood from the tables to mingle with the other actors and directors, you decided to sit this one out. After all, it’d be pointless, considering you were just invited as a guest. You stay seated in your chair, enjoying the music played by the band, waving hi to those who were kind enough to greet you.

Your phone vibrates, and immediately, you check to see what it was.

(2) NEW TEXT MESSAGES!

from chris 🐻💙: I just want you to be happy. from chris 🐻💙: And I’m sorry I can’t be that person who can do that.

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❝ how deep is your love, chris evans & tom holland.

author’s note: hello, it’s me again! i couldn’t help myself, i just had to keep this going. i can’t stop watching interviews of these two beans and with that recent video chris made sent me over the MOON he’s so cute. anyway, i hope you enjoy! this is the second part of my lil fic, and you can always check back on my previous posts if you haven’t read the first one. :~) i also tried to make this as generic as possible (aside from the gender and age) so feel free to use your lil imagination to your heart’s content!

PART TWO.

“You okay?”

The sudden voice causes you to snap out of your trance. It was Chris, who apparently snuck up from behind to check and see how you were doing.

All you do is nod for an answer, following a soft smile.

But you’re not fine. This was the first time you were going to meet a lot of Chris’ friends and co-workers, the event was a huge deal. Marvel decided to throw a small gathering for their actors (and their plus ones) to show their appreciation. The event was under wraps except for those who were invited, a clear indication that it was a big thing.

It didn’t help that there was tension in the waters. Things have been a little different since your last fight, and it wasn’t one that ended easily either. With your relationship with him stabilizing by the day, you started to think about the future, and what it meant for you.

The public may not be aware of your relationship now with him, but it will soon. There’s going to be a time where you’ll be bombarded by press, paparazzi, fans who disapprove of the age gap (14 years was a lot), and it will be too overwhelming to handle. Or worse, what if his family didn’t approve? Thinking about it already made the air hard to breathe in.

Then it also comes down to, what if Chris will soon feel the same way?

Being with him for these past six months have been pure bliss. He soon became your best friend, someone who you’ve grown to love a lot. You two share this indescribable connection that was hard to let go of. He looks at you as if you were his world, and the feeling was mutual. It was hard to come to terms with the fact that Chris was in love with you, but he’s been showing nothing but that feeling.

There’s a small frown that he makes after your lie, using the mirror in front to fix his gaze. “I don’t know what else you want me to do,” he sighs in defeat.

His tone already makes your heart shatter. Chris was doing the best he can in this situation, you know that. But you still couldn’t let go of the possible future.

“I don’t know either,” you reply flatly, hiding the pain in your chest.

“Then why are we still together, y/n? I don’t just bust my ass off trying to make you happy to deserve just an I don’t know. You can’t keep doing this, there are people’s real feelings here that are being hurt. My feelings.”

He was right. This was simply an act of you being selfish, and only caring about what other people think. When in reality, it Chris’ opinion should only matter.

But you were still young. Chris should be close to settling in with his life, being comfortable, starting a family. You were still a senior in college rummaging through midterms and papers, clueless of what your future holds. And as much as you wanted to make Chris happy, it was still unclear if you could give Chris what he wanted.

Despite the deep connection, something about it just didn’t match.

“I’m sorry,” you finally say into the mirror, eyes fixated on his reflection. The look on his face was already a tell that he’s exhausted from your selfishness, and he doesn’t deserve it. Your fingers fumble with the lipstick cap on your grip, sighing. “Maybe we should just-----”

“Don’t,” he interrupts as if he dreaded hearing those words. “Not tonight, okay?"

There was nothing but silence after that. From the walk from the hotel room to the elevator, to the elevator ride down to the venue, it was dead silent. There were no shared glances like usual, there were no small comments, nothing from the two of you. Chris looked as if he was texting someone on the way down, and you just stood there, dumbfounded.

Chris meant the world to you, but you know deep in your heart you can’t give him what he deserved. He deserved someone who knew what they want, smarter, prettier, older. This could easily be a short chapter in your lives that will come to an end soon. You know you can’t fit into his world. He needs someone who will.

Upon arriving at the large decorated ballroom, your breath was instantly taken away by how beautiful it looked. Normally events in hotel ballrooms were a bit lackluster, but the company really put effort into this. From diamond encrusted chandeliers to tall centerpieces, a live band on the stage playing old time jazz music, it almost felt like a dream. Chris seemed to be taken aback too as he admired his surroundings.

If anything, you felt out of place. Probably the youngest one in the vicinity too.

Here comes the social anxiety.

Over at the corner was a table already full of people talking. You couldn’t exactly make out their faces due to the dim lighting, but a part of you already knew it was Chris’ friends. You look at him as a signal of waiting for his next move. After all, the event was for him. You were just there to tag along and be his date.

"I’m gonna go use the bathroom,” he leans into my ear to speak through the loud music. “I’ll be right back.”

His voice was cold, and distant. It wasn’t like you could say no, so you only continued to stand by the entrance, probably looking like a complete idiot. You tried to rummage through your purse to fish out your phone to look busy, but before you could even unlock it, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

That was quick.

“Trouble finding a place to sit?,” The voice almost threw you off guard. It wasn’t anything like Chris’ at all, the accent was what gave it away. Slowly, you turn you to see who it’d been.

He was a little taller than you were, but not as tall as Chris. Brown, slicked back wavy hair, warm smile. One of the newer ones, you remember. You hadn’t been keeping track with the films after the second The Winter Soldier film came out, so there were still faces that need remembering.

You wave awkwardly, laughing off the nerves settling in your stomach. “Yeah, kinda.”

He chuckles. “Why don’t you come and sit with me, darling?”

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❝ how deep is your love, chris evans & tom holland.

author’s note: i literally dreamt about this and i felt like writing about it ??? i’m just writing it for fun but if anyone ends up reading this comments and feedback are much appreciated !! anyway quick synopsis of this fic: you and chris kinda find this spark after a small encounter but as it develops the idea of this 14 year age gap gets to you.... so he thought he did the right thing by introducing you to a friend from work, and closer to your age, tom.

PART ONE.

You remember it like it was yesterday.

it was one of los angeles’ rarest sightings, a gloomy sky with just the right amount of fallen rain. there were feet scurrying against the puddled pavements, people huddling towards the nearest possible shelter that provided to place to stay warm and dry.

and there you were, standing perfectly still in the midst of it all. how deep is your love by the bee gees leave your lips in soft hums as your combat boots tap against the wet street, making small pattered noises. you were waiting for a ride like everybody else, at the same time after class, everyday. at 6:45 pm the bus comes, takes you to the nearest stop by your tiny studio apartment, and leaves.

but that day wasn’t just any ordinary day. that was the day you met him. sure, it took you a while to notice, but he was there. by your side, unexpectedly.

“i would’ve at least worn a jacket if i knew that 20% chance of rain was actually going to happen,” was his attempt to start some kind of small talk. pretty dorky way to go about it, but in a very cute kind of way. and despite his entire attire being drenched by the rain and his hair sticking out in all the wrong directions, the smile on his face caused warmth to radiate across your cheeks.

“that’s why i don’t take my chances,” you quip right back, returning the grin that plays from ear to ear. after all, you were the only one in a mile radius that came prepared with a bright lilac raincoat and an umbrella that matched. your words cause him to let out a small chuckle, a sight that you didn’t think would have your heart accidentally miss a beat.

maybe it was the rain, or the sappy song that your spotify music was playing, but for a second it felt like one of those moments. a moment where you meet someone in the most bizarre ways, only to realize that they’re going to be someone special in your life.

the bus came around not long after. as the door slid open, everyone who waited came rushing in, pushing you two aside to get someplace relatively warm and dry. the two of you look at each other and laugh, with you already making your way up the steps. as you walk in, you feel the thump of footsteps behind.

“i know this is going to sound awful, but...” your breath hitches at the sudden voice entering your ears. “think you can cover my ride? i kinda left my wallet at my place like an idiot, and... i don’t think i can handle a ten mile walk in the rain. especially going uphill.”

you don’t say anything back. a chuckle sufficed. instead, you simply swipe your bus pass twice and give the driver a smile before heading towards the seat. he only follows you, surprisingly, and takes the seat right next to you.

“you’d think captain america would be responsible enough to bring his wallet and umbrella when he goes out,” you comment as a sly grin slowly creeps across your lips. of course you knew who he was. you weren’t going to pretend you didn’t.

it only causes chris to laugh. that adorable, chest grabbing, head lifting laugh.

present day.

[ COMING SOON! ]

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