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spideybitey18 · 6 years

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Not What I Had In Mind - Part 3

Hey guys! After a few months, i am finally back with part 3!!! This is quite angsty and not a happy ending, but please let me know what you think! I LOVE YOU <3 <3

Harrison x reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Heartbreak, Not a Happy ENding, NOT EDITED

PART 1 PART 2

Not What I Had In Mind - Part 3

You slowly carried yourself up to the apartment you shared with Harrison, your legs weak and frail as you held the railing for support. You were drunk and off your head, all of your emotions having been released from the bottle due the amount of alcohol you have a consumed in the last hour. You were now left feeling numb, and void of any emotions. Tom was following behind you, a little less drunk but not in his right mind.

You were both tired after the events of today, it was supposed to be perfect, a picture perfect dream but it turned out to be what was your worst nightmare. You finally reached the end of the staircase, where your small apartment was at the top of the building. It was nothing special, just a two bedroom apartment that was a little rundown, but had everything you and Harrison wanted to start your journey together as a married couple. You unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal the darkened living room, where all of your wedding presents have been delivered, and scattered all over the room. A lump was formed in the back of your throat at the reminder that it will now only be you to send everyone not ‘thank you’ cards, but ‘I’m sorry that you had to spend and waste your money, but now I wont be needing this’ card.

As if all the anger came rushing back, you strided towards the presents picking up random ones and throwing them around in frustration. How dare he, If he wanted to leave this way, the least he could do is fix up his own mess instead of leaving it with you.

Tom stood by the door, his blurry eyes watching your every move before he stumbled towards you. He grabbed a hold of your hands which was holding a very expensive vase. It had a beautiful pattern that would complement a nice bunch of sunflowers, you thought. Your eyes widened as he shook his head, his hands softly grabbing it out of your shaky grasp. You sighed, your eyes watering once again. Tom smirked down towards you, his hand gripping the vase tightly before he threw it against the wall, the glass breaking into millions of pieces like your heart. You gasped, your hand moving to cover your mouth. Without realising, a small giggle left your lips before you started completely laughing, your head thrown back. Tom soon joined in, both of your laughter joining together and bouncing of the walls of your empty apartment. You both kept laughing almost like you were insane, masking the true feelings that you held behind the happy façade.

A light knock from the door, interrupted the laughter. Tom and you both shared a look before walking towards the front door, curious as to who would come here at 2am in the morning. You weakly twisted the knob open, before opening the heavy door to reveal the last person you would think would show up after everything that had happened.

“Harrison?” You mumbled, your eyes widening at your fiancé.

He gulped, his eyes puffy and red. You took a good look at him, noticing that his expression held exhaustion, and his hair was dishevelled and out of place. He still wore his wedding tux, the tie undone from the constant pulling at it. You remembered how Harrison used to complain about how tight the tie would be, before pouting your way, asking you to fix it. It was annoying, but you loved doing it.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as he looked dashing and handsome, like always. He looked just like your Harrison, the love of your life. Minutes passed by as you both continued to stare at each other, basking in each other’s presence.

“I-I’ve come to pick up some clothes I’ve forgotten”

You slowly nodded in understanding, your eyes moving to look at the floor nervously. You still made no effort to move out the way, too stunned to even believe that Harrison was here, but not in the way you were hoping. Secretly, you wished he came back to apologise and beg for forgiveness, and you would’ve in a heartbeat, your love for him overpowering any other emotion.

“Y/N?”

You flinched at the sound of his voice, before slowly retracting back into the room, your dirty torn up wedding gown following behind you. Harrison’s eyes widened at the sight of your tattered dress, even though it was ruined beyond repair, you still looked beautiful, like a broken beautiful queen. He slowly stepped in to his apartment, noticing glass shards all over the carpet, a few opened presents thrown across the room and some still kept in their packages sitting by the couch, untouched. Tom cleared his throat, his brows furrowed disappointedly at his best friend. Harrison gulped, his eyes refusing to meet his best friends face.

Harrison quickly disappeared into your shared room to gather the rest of his belongings without another word or explanation. Your knees buckled beneath you before collapsing onto the carpet, your knees red with carpet burn. Your dress surrounded you in puffs, the waist feeling tight as you struggled to breathe, your throat closing up as tears threatened to spill.

He’s actually leaving me, you thought.

Tom watched as you struggled to get back up before joining Harrison in your room.

“Why do you have to leave?” you mumbled, your voice hoarse.

Harrison jumped, his back facing you as he continued to pack his clothes in his suitcase.

“W-what did I do wrong? Please tell me so I can fix it baby please”

Harrison still kept quiet, a sigh falling from his lips as he moved towards the bathroom to grab his toiletries. He wanted to make this quick, so he could leave as soon as possible. He was hoping that when he turned up here, you and Tom wouldn’t be here yet.

He came back into the bedroom, his hands full with his stuff before placing it into the suitcase. Out of frustration you came up behind him, your voice coming out with desperate with pleads.

“Harrison please I beg you, please don’t leave me.. I don’t know what I will do without you”

He slowly zipped up the suitcase, his eyes downcast.

“Please..”

He picked up the suitcase, before brushing past you without a word.

“Wait.. where are you going, please stay so we can talk about this..” You hiccuped.

You followed him out, your hand grasping his bicep to make him stop, but he was too strong. You didn’t notice, but he had tears in his eyes as well, ignoring you was the worst thing he could ever do, and it was hard.

As the front door came into both of your view, Harrison sped up to escape. You became more desperate, stumbling over your dress as you cried, begging him not to go. Tom watched the scene unfold with a heavy heart, his gaze locking with Harrison’s. Harrison’s eyes were begging Tom to help, his crystal blue eyes more prominent with the tears. Tom nodded in understanding, knowing that this must be hard on his best friend too, even if he didn’t know the real reason. Tom met up with your pace, just as Harrison spun the door knob, ripping the door wide open to reveal the staircase.

You throat was raw from sobbing uncontrollably, your hands reaching for Harrisons suitcase in his hand as if that would stop him from leaving. Tom wrapped his hands around your waist, his strong arms pulling you back and away from fiance. You yelled in protest, your tears drowning your cheeks. You kicked and screamed, your arms grasping the air towards Harrison as Tom kissed and whispered comforting words into your ear to help calm you down. Nothing helped, your eyes watching as Harrison spun around to give you one final look, his own heart clenching at the sight of you in such pain.

“H-HAZ please don’t leave me” You sobbed, your tears mixing in with your mascara.

A tear fell from Harrison’s eyes as he watched your heart break even more.

‘I love you so much’, he mouthed watching as your face faltered and your cries subsided. He knew you got the message, his eyes watering further as your face scrunched up in further pain.

He turned around slowly, taking large breaths preparing for what was about to come. You watched him descend down the staircase, your body shooting forward in an effort to follow him, but your body was caged in Tom’s comforting arms, his grip tight and secure.

“Tom! Let me go! I-I need to follow him, please! I-I love him, I need him please let me go!”

You continued to sob, every cry begging Harrison to come back, but he never did.

Minutes passed and Harrison still hasn’t come back. Your body fell against Tom’s in exhaustion, your throat throbbing with pain. Tom whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his lips moving to press a kiss against your forehead.

“I’m here darlin’, I’m here and im not going anywhere” He whispered.

You nodded limply, an occasional hiccup leaving your body. Your hand grasped a hold of Tom’s shirt, as you placed your head against his chest, listening to the beats of his heart, the sound oddly comforting you.

A stray tear fell from your eye, descending its way down your cheek before finding its destination on top of Tom’s hand that was holding yours.

His hand flinched.

“I’m not going anywhere” he repeated.

HOLY SHITE! i wonder what the reason is, as to why Harrison has left!? Tell me what you guys think, and what maybe the reason he is leaving? Hope you have enjoyed part 3 :))

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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More Jelly, Please! [T.H] 18+

Summary: A press tour with Harrison to promote your new movie leads to fans and interviewers alike to question your relationship with him, much to Tom’s distaste.

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (will be marked with ** so you can skip, extended warnings under the cut), swearing, angst, tom being kind of an ass

a/n: here is part 2 to Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly! this one is much angstier, but does have a very happy ending! tom is low-key the biggest jerk in this, but i think his viewpoint is at least understandable? hope you enjoy! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! i read them all!

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extended smut warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), spanking, praising, and slight degradation, hand job

“What a wonderful evening here tonight!” James Cordon smiled as he began his show, “We have the utmost special treat for tonight’s show, up and coming actor and actress Harrison Osterfield and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

The crowd cheered as the band began playing entrance music; you and Harrison’s cue to go out on stage. With your hands clasped and smiles on your faces, you strutted out in your matching blue outfits. A navy blue suit and tie for Harrison, gifted to him by Louis Vuitton, and a custom baby blue wrap top and navy blue suede pants for you, courtesy of Gucci.

“Well look at you two!” James came over for hugs and handshakes, “all matching, that’s adorable, isn’t it guys?” he asked the audience, who cheered louder.

You and Harrison laughed as you each gave James a hug before sitting down on the comfy leather sofa next to him.

“Thank you so much for being here, guys,” James smiled, getting comfy.

“Thank you so much for having us,” Harrison beamed, “this is honestly a dream come true for both of us, I think.”

“Definitely,” you nodded, “I’ve wanted to sit on this couch since I was sixteen years old.”

“Well I hope it lives up to your expectations,” James chuckled. “So, your movie has been out for nearly two weeks now and is already breaking box office records. Many critics have been saying it’s because of your chemistry on the big screen, what do you guys think?”

“Well,” You smiled, thinking about it for a moment, “it is true, Harrison and I do have great chemistry. I mean, we were friends before the movie, so by the time we went into film we had this automatic connection with each other. That made it so much easier since we could work with each other in a way that usually takes time to build up.”

“I completely agree,” Harrison nodded, “I mean, (Y/N) is an amazing actress and has so so much talent. There’s no doubt in my mind that she would’ve been able to pull through, but our shared history definitely made it a lot smoother and, honestly, probably a lot more fun.”

“And, just to get the hard questions out of the way,” James smirked, “what were the intimate scenes like? I think I can say with confidence that we all enjoyed them,” he joked, causing the audience to chuckle.

“You owe me ten pounds,” You turned to Harrison, “told you they were gonna ask that.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, but still proceeded to pull the money out of his trousers and hand it to you.

“Anyways,” you smiled, pocketing the cash, “that’s a great question, James. I’m not sure about Harrison, but for me, it was a fun challenge.” You nodded, “I’ve never done anything like that before and it was definitely out of my comfort zone, but in the end, I think it brought an already great friendship closer.”

“I agree,” Harrison nodded as well, “it definitely pushed us past what we are used to, and in the end, we were better for it.”

“So,” James raised his eyebrows suggestively, “‘it brought an already great friendship closer’, how close are we talking?” He joked, causing raucous laughter to sound from the audience.

“Close enough that I know the size of it and I can personally say ‘good luck’ to any future girlfriends,” you poke Harrison, causing him to groan but laugh along with you and James.

“Ouch,” James winced, “oof, tough break, Harrison.”

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“Hey, Tommy,” You smiled into the phone once the interview was over and you were now on your way back to your hotel with Harrison. “I miss you.” you cooed.

“Aw,” Tom gushed, “I miss you too, darling. I’ll be coming to meet up with you when you get to New York. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Same here,” You smiled, “are you gonna watch the interview?”

“When does it air?”

“Tomorrow at 9 p.m., west coast time.”

“Of course I’ll watch it, baby,” Tom smiled, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I’m literally getting cavities from how disgustingly sweet you two are,” Harrison grimaced from beside you.

“Oh, bug off, mate.” Tom huffed, “I gotta go now anyways, I love you my little Pookie bear.” Tom puckered his lips to blow you a kiss.

“Okay, Harrison might be right on that one babe,” you joked, “that was a little much.”

“Yeah, I heard it right after I said it,” Tom sighed, “I’ll talk to you later, love, bye!”

“Bye!” You waved, “Mwah!”

You ended the call and tucked your phone in the pocket of your pants. “You guys make me sick,” Harrison gagged.

“You make me sick all on your own, Haz.” You retorted, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Ten pounds says Toms gonna freak out and go through another jealous fit when he sees the interview,” Harrison said, holding out a hand to shake.

You shook your head, “I don’t wanna bet that.”

“Why?” Harrison smirked, “‘Cus he’s your boyfriend?”

“No,” You frowned, “‘Cus you’re 100% right and then I’ll lose the 10 pounds I just gained.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, “You’re no fun, (Y/N).”

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“Harrison! Harrison!” The flash of the cameras and shouts of the paparazzi bombarded you and Harrison when you got out of the car at the Nobu. “Look here!”

You and Harrison gave smiles and waves at the small crowd that began to gather. A few fans wanted pictures and autographs, which you happily agreed to, “(Y/N)!” One of the paparazzi yelled, flashing his camera in your face, “Are you and Harrison dating?” He asked, pushing past many genuine fans, that you were taking quick pictures with.

“Woah,” You held a hand out, trying to avoid him and the other photographers.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled jostling into you, “Can we get a clear answer on your love life?” You began to stumble through the crowd, too many people began to grab onto you and take more pictures.

“Back off, dude!” Harrison wrapped an arm around you and held you upright, pushing past the paparazzi.

Your assigned security finally stepped in, encircling you and Harrison as you made your way into Nobu, finally away from the shouting and bright flashes of light.

“Shit,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead, “that’s going to be all over the tabloids tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Harrison dismissed, leading you to the front to get your table, “I think we looked super hot. You could never take a bad pic, (Y/N), trust me, I’ve tried to sabotage you many times” He joked, nudging you playfully with his elbow.

“Haha,” you said sarcastically, “but I’m more worried about how Tom will feel.”

“Just give him a call tomorrow,” Harrison shrugged, “It’ll all work out.”

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Tom was in London, finishing his photoshoot for British Vogue when the photos of you and Harrison’s “Romantic Night in the City” were released. The tabloid, partnered with People Maganize, dropped the newest addition with exclusive photos, but the main People twitter page had all the photos, for free.

Tom was livid when he saw a ship name between you and Harrison trending on Twitter. Fans were constantly reposting your photos alongside stills and scenes from your movie. The worst part was when fans commented “my dreams have come true!”. No, they haven’t, Tom thought, right?

It slipped your mind to call Tom the next day when the photos were circling the internet. The only reminder being the constant tagging in edits and tweets, but you got those all the time, so that morning was no different. Until Tom finally found a chance to give you a call.

“Hey,” You answered, cheerfully, “what’s up?”

“What’s up?” Tom was nearly seething on the other line, “What’s up is that I just found out that my girlfriend and my best friend had a “romantic night in the city”, that’s what’s up!”

“Shit,” you sighed, “babe, I’m sorry about that. It was nothing, honestly, we just went to Nobu for dinner.”

“(Y/N),” Tom inhaled a sharp breath, “Nobu is notoriously a couple’s restaurant for dates, and why was Harrison holding on so tight to you? Why would he need to grip onto you like that? He practically clings onto your side in these photos!”

You put Tom on speaker and pulled up the photos yourself to assess the damage. He was right, if you didn’t know any better you’d think the two in the photos were a couple going on a date. The way Harrison put a protective arm around your torso and the way he shielded you from the aggressive paparazzi did look more intimate than intended.

“Tom,” You turned your phone off, continuing to pack your bags for New York like you were doing before he called, “the paparazzi were crazy last night. Honestly, one of them probably would’ve ripped my hair out for a good shot. Harrison was just trying to watch out for me.”

“Okay,” Tom sighed, “I just—it’s really hard, seeing how the media will twist things. A-And what if we go public? Will everyone be disappointed? What if you lose a bunch of fans or if they don’t like us together—”

“I don’t give a flying fuck if the fans like us together,” you interjected, “I like us together, that’s what matters to me.”

“You're right,” Tom conceded, “I’m just being insecure, sorry love.”

“It’s alright, Tommy,” you cooed, “I promise, as soon as this press junket is over, it’s me and you for the long run, okay?”

“Okay, darling,” Tom smiled, getting the affirmation he needed. “I’ll see you soon, my flight’s tomorrow.”

“Okay, bye, love you!”

“Love you too,” Tom puckered up to the phone, “Mwah!”

He hung up with a smile on his face, feelings much less stressed than before. You were right, it wasn’t all about the media, love goes deeper than what social media can portray, and it’s impossible to get the full story on something from a little screen. He just needed to be patient and trust you, like you did with him.

“You’re whipped,” Harry clicked his tongue behind Tom, “whipped like a puppy on a new leash.”

“Oh, shut up.”

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The next stop was finally New York. Tom was supposed to meet you here, he had no future plans at the moment so his main plan was to help you and Harrison finish up your press junket.

As Tom’s best friend, Harrison was constantly on the move with him, providing tons of emotional and moral support. Without him, it’s unlikely Tom would’ve gone as far as he did. Harrison was constantly pushing him to do more, advertising his movies, and pushing his own followers to support Tom in all walks of life. He even took time to help stand up for Tom when the fans got too crazy. Or when he needed a shoulder to lean on, Harrison was there.

You were also there on his most recent ventures. You held Tom through the night when the emotional stress of acting became too much, and for the times he needed to reach a dark place, you were there to fish him back out into the light. You could also help him manage his stress in a much more efficient way than Harrison.

In return, Tom felt like he needed to be there for his two biggest supporters. He had the time and the means to meet you in New York, so he decided that that’s what was best for all of you. Harry and Tuwaine could even join him, so while you and he were having your own ‘romantic night in the city’, Harrison wouldn’t be lonely. And Tom intended on going all out for you, making it a night to remember while he made up for lost time.

“Okay,” Tom smiled, as he finished zipping up his last bag, “I’m all ready. Harry? You good to go?”

“No!” Harry yelled after a loud crash sounded from the bathroom, “I can’t find my fucking toothbrush!”

Tom rolled his eyes, “What about you, Tuwaine?” he asked, turning around to get a view into the living room. Tuwaine held up a finger and shushed Tom gently, then holding up the red toothbrush that belonged to Harry.

“Harry,” Tuwaine called, “I’ll lend you one if you give me five pounds.”

“Aw, fuck!” Harry yelled, following another crash. “Fine whatever, stupid fucking toothbrush,” he grumbled, sulking into the foyer where the rest of his bags were.

“Okay, divs,” Tom chuckled, “let’s get going, I want to be in New York in time to catch tomorrow’s interview.”

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“Hello, everyone! Thank you for tuning into Hot Goss, I’m your host Christine Mitchells and here with me today is up and coming actor and actress, Harrison Osterfield and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” The blonde hair lady introduced both you and Harrison, smiling widely as she gestured to you.

“Hi!” You beamed, “thank you so much, Christine, for having us! I’m absolutely in love with your radio show, so this is definitely a big day for me.”

“Yes,” Harrison agreed, “I listened to your podcast the other day about the UFO sightings in New Jersey, and I have never been more enthralled.”

“Aw,” Christine held a hand to her heart, “you two are making me blush, that’s so sweet.” She smiled before holding up her little stack of papers, presumably with questions and conversation topics. “So, your new movie Collateral Damage has been out for about two weeks now and already made almost $600 million at the box office. That’s extremely impressive, what do you credit this success to?”

“Well,” Harrison spoke up, “I feel like I say this all the time, but it’s genuinely so true; (Y/N) and I’s chemistry on set definitely melted into all of our scenes together. She’s so talented and inspiring, even when I wasn’t directly filming with her, I felt the need to be on the top of my game as to not bring her down. It also was a combination of an amazing cast and crew. The crew made the behind the scenes so seamless and easygoing, probably one of the best sets to be on.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “the editing team also did so amazing, and it definitely shows in the final product. As for Harrison and I, it was extremely helpful to already be friends beforehand, it made tough scenes and intimate scenes much easier to get through. We could skip the awkward or solemn moments after our scenes and just laugh it all out, which greatly lessened the stress that filming a movie like this brings.”

“How did you two meet?” Christine asked, motioning between the two of you.

“Well, I think our first encounter was on the set of Spider-man 3,” You recalled, “I only filmed a few scenes for that movie, but it was another once in a lifetime opportunity.” You smiled, recalling when you first met Tom and how sweet he was, despite how nervous and flustered you used to get around him.

“That seems like a happy memory,” Christine commented knowingly, mistaking your smile to be for Harrison.

“It is,” You affirmed, “but Harrison and I didn’t really begin to get close until the filming for that was over and I went to visit him and Tom in London before the press tour. He was actually the one to convince me to audition for this movie, so naturally, most of the success is owed to him.”

“That’s so sweet,” Christine awed, putting a hand to her heart, “you guys really are the dream team. Are there any projects for the two of you currently?”

“I just got the contract for a Netflix show,” Harrison announced proudly, “I can’t go into too much detail yet, but it is the next in line for me, so I’m beyond excited about that.”

“I was going to sign onto a new movie during the break we had between filming and the press tour, but I decided to focus my priorities on my friends and family,” you explained, “I missed them all so much while filming, and I wanted to be there to support their ventures as well. As of right now, I have a few auditions lined up, but I’m just taking one project at a time; I really have no idea what my next move will be, but it’s a bit more exciting that way.”

“That great,” Christine nodded, “and if there were to be a sequel for Collateral Damage, would you both sign on?”’

“I would,” Harrison nodded, “but honestly, it’s very dependent on what (Y/N) would do. The movie wouldn’t be the same without her, and I’m not sure if it’s right for me to continue an adventure that she’s such a big part of.”

“Aw,” you gushed, squeezing Harrison’s hand, “I would too,” you nodded, “and I can’t say for sure, but based on the book the movie is based on, there is a big chance for a sequel.”

“Right,” Christine snapped her fingers, “it’s a trilogy, right?”

“Yup,” Harrison nodded, “it’s Collateral Damage, Save Our Souls, and Surrender Becomes Power.”

“Have you read them all?” You asked Harrison.

“Yeah, and trust me, I cried for eight days over the last one.”

“Oh, I remember that!” You laughed, “He was AWOL from the group chat for three days and when I finally got a hold of him he was in his pajamas eating ice cream binge-watching The Office.”

“I was grieving.” Harrison defended, “those who’ve read the book know exactly what I’m talking about.”

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Tommy <3: Just landed, can’t wait to see you!!

You: perfect, we’re staying at the Waldorf Astoria. Harry and Tuwaine’s rooms are already booked so they just have to check in! :)

Tommy <3: Does that mean I’m with you?

You: why don’t you come to room 32A and find out? ;)

You laid in bed already in the red lace set you brought, awaiting Tom’s arrival. Cheeky as ever, you even sent him a picture, covering most of the set in a white fluffy robe, but leaving out a red strap, cueing Tom into what was waiting for him.

Tommy <3: You better stay right where you are, woman. God, the things you do to me…

Tom had never checked into a hotel so fast. It was already ten in the evening, and he raced to the elevators, even managing to slam the door in Harry’s face after he made it to your room.

“You’re in the room down the hall!” he yelled from the other side of the door, “goodnight!”

“You have my charger, Tom!” Harry’s voice was muffled on the other end, barely audible to Tom, who was already removing his jacket and bounding for the bedroom.

“Darling!” opened the double doors to the master suite, “Oh, holy hell.” he sighed as he saw you laid out on the bed, red lace clinging to your curves.

“You look exquisite,” Tom murmured, making his way to the bed, “so bloody gorgeous.”

You pulled Tom in the second he reached you, holding him tight in a hungry kiss, “Missed you.” You sighed in between kisses.

“Missed you too, love,” Tom smiled. “Missed every part of you, but especially that perfect fucking pussy.”

You moaned as Tom began to claw at your bra in a desperate attempt to remove the fabric. The moment your breasts were set free you felt Tom’s length harden against your leg, straining even in his sweats.

“Mmm, Tom,” you sighed contentedly, as he caressed and licked your nipples, hardening them into firm buds. “I want tonight to be about you.”

You nudged Tom gently, signaling for him to flip over and let you take the lead. As much as he loved control, Tom was desperate and needy after being away from you for so long, so he happily conceded, letting you crawl across his body, helping him remove his t-shirt and sweats, leaving him in his boxers.

You sat comfortably in his lap, legs on either side of his.

“Fucking hell,” Tom groaned as you palmed him through his boxers, taking your sweet time getting him fully hard. “Love you so much.”

You giggled, leaning in to catch his groans between your lips, “love you too.”

You smirked, before you pulled the waistband of his boxers down, as he lifted his bum to help get the boxers off quicker. His length stood tall, slapping against his stomach, small beads of precum already present on the slit.

You licked your hand before rubbing over the head, causing a hiss and groan from Tom, “feels so good darling,” he praised, jaw tightening at the pleasure.

You ran your hand over his shaft and back up to the head in rapid succession, pulling as many groans as you could from his swollen lips. “Shit, babe, shit,” he tossed his head back, basking the shocks of pleasure that ran up his and down his spine.

Just as he began to feel his balls tighten, you pulled away, silencing his pouting with a kiss.

“Are you ready?” You asked, tucking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties to remove them.

“Yes, please darling,” Tom begged, “I’m leaking for you.”

You scoffed, “shut up,” you rolled your eyes, removing your panties.

Just as you were lining Tom up with your cunt, he grabbed your wrist and stopped you, “I get a taste next time.” He stated, rubbing a deft thing over your clit, grinning at the sigh of pleasure you released as you nodded.

You sunk down onto his cock, a small squeak escaping your plump lips he began to fill you up. “Oh fuck,” You hissed, clenching around him.

“Shit, (Y/N),” Tom sighed into the skin of your neck, “fuck I missed this tight pussy, missed it so goddamn much.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself as you began to bounce up and down, savoring the feeling of him filling you up with each thrust. “Feels so good, Tommy,” You gasped, gripping onto his hair.

“Fucking love this,” Tom grunted, planting his feet onto the mattress, fucking up into you, meeting you each time you came back down, “it’s so much better when I give it to you, isn’t it?”

You nodded the best you could, only being able to gasp and moan in response.

“Yeah,” Tom reached between your bodies to toy with your clit, “my slut likes it when I give it to her? Huh?”

“Yes, Tom!” You cried, “Shit, I’m so close.” Tom gripped into your ass, giving it a harsh slap before molding it in his hands, massaging over the red spot.

“Me too,” he groaned, “come on, love. Cum all over me, make a fucking mess.”

You convulsed around him as you tipped over the edge, the flood gates now opened as you cried your release into his neck. Tom gripped onto your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck as he grunted, nearly shaking as he coated your walls with his cum.

You both were breathless, coming down from your highs intertwined with each other. Tom lazily kissed the neck, moving down to your collarbones and then your boobs. You sighed at every kiss and mark left by him on you, loving the feeling of his lips caressing your body.

“Love you so much,” You hummed into his neck.

“Love you too,” Tom sighed, running his warm, callous hand up and down your bareback.

You involuntarily clenched around Tom, causing him to let out a groan and then a chuckle at the sensitivity.

You pecked his lips, smiling as you looked into his warm chestnut eyes, “round two?”

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The next morning you woke to Tom giving you soft kisses on your bare shoulder. You smiled softly, turning around to face him.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He cooed, giving you a gentle peck.

“Good morning,” you sighed blissfully, nuzzling into his bare chest, “what time is it?”

“Half-past ten. Harrison texted about ten minutes ago reminding you what time you needed to be up by.”

“We still have a few more hours, right?” You asked, basking in Tom’s warmth.

“Yeah,” He nodded, running his fingers through your tangled hair, “but we need to get up soon, I want to take you out before your show tonight.”

“Where?”

“I was thinking we could go to Times Square and shop for a bit, then maybe lunch? Or the other way around depending on how hungry you are.”

“That sounds wonderful,” You smiled, “let’s go get ready.”

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“Harry,” Tom groaned, “stop trying to intrude on our date.”

“I need a new toothbrush, Tom.”

“Then go to a convenience store!”

“I won’t even be around you guys,” Harry explained, “just go off on your own to have changing room sex or something.”

“W-We do not have changing room sex!” Tom gasped.

“Yeah,” you piped up from the other side of the lobby as you walked over to the boys, “strictly shower and bed sex.” you joked, causing Harry to laugh, but Tom to groan.

“You guys suck.” He grumbled, rubbing his forehead.

“Oh hush,” You shushed him with a kiss on the cheek, “just let Harry come, he’s got his own things going on anyways.”

“Fine.” Tom conceded as you walked out of the hotel to the black SUV waiting for you.

The Times Square strip was beautiful, the billboards and signs twinkled and danced around while you, Tom, and Harry moved from store to store. What made it even better was the few fans that greeted you and asked for pictures, rather than the hoards you’d been getting accustomed to.

Part of you was nervous about going to such a busy place to shop, but everyone seemed to be in their own little world, not paying any mind to you guys. It was a nice refresher from the hectic crowds thrust upon you and Harrison these past few weeks. One of the worst occasions being when Harrison intercepted a drink thrown at you. He smelled like blue Slurpee during the entire dinner, and his white shirt was blue and sticky.

“I’ll be right back,” You nodded to the restrooms in the little cafe you went to for lunch, “I’m gonna go use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” Tom hummed, focused on his phone, taking the time between shopping at eating to look at emails and work out his scheduling for the next few months.

As he was reading an email from a new director he was planning on working with, his phone began going off with notifications of him being tagged in a photo. Usually, he just ignored when he was tagged in pictures and videos, he was tagged in hundreds of pictures and fan edits each day, so it was impossible for him to look through all of them, but now he was being tagged in hundreds of photos and videos, just in the ten or so minutes he’d been sat down.

“Yo,” Harry called his attention from across the table, “look at all these tweets.”

Harry flipped his phone over and handed it to Tom. His name was trending on celebrity news with photos of him, you, and Harry surfacing from your shopping trip. The photos showed you and Tom holding hands casually while Harry strolled behind you.

You never explicitly tried to keep your relationship a secret, but the media hadn’t yet found out about you and Tom, and with the speculation of you and Harrison being an item, social media was baffled.

“Is she dating Tom?? What??” One comment wrote with a few puke emojis, “I can’t even fathom this…”

“Tom, I love you but you are crushing my dreams here.” Another person commented on the pictures, already garnering hundreds of thousands of likes.

“What a snake, stealing his best friends girl…”

#HomewreckerHolland began trending, not very high up, but high enough to piss Tom off. Everyone was so accepting of a relationship that wasn’t even real, but now that they see the truth they refuse to accept it, and it was fueling Tom’s anger.

You were no better. You never addressed all of the rumors circling the internet, you just let them slide, even when you saw how much they hurt Tom. At times, you even indulged in what the fans wanted by giving Harrison a kiss on the cheek or posing for photos with him.

Tom could feel the venomous pit of anger building its way up to his brain. “Hey,” You said, once you arrived back at the table, taking a seat next to Tom. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You placed your hand on Tom’s shoulder. Only for him to shake you off.

You looked at Harry for answers, but he just shook his head.

“Tom, what’s going on?”

“I can’t believe you,” Tom muttered, “look at this shit.” He practically shoved the phone in your hands.

“What?” You began to look through the photos and the hashtags, frowning when you saw how awful the media was to Tom. “Tom, I’m sorry. I’m sure they don’t mean it, they just don’t know—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Tom spat, standing up with his jacket, “they know enough and they don’t like it. Simple as that.”

“Who cares if they like it,” You protested, “it’s not their lives, it’s ours.”

“Yeah, (Y/N), and it’s my image that’s being dragged through the mud.”

“Tom,” You stood up as well, “You’re not being fair.”

“Yes, I am!” Tom seethed, “If you would’ve just denied all of the dating rumors instead of practically pouncing on Harrison whenever you were together then maybe people wouldn’t have shit to say about this! But they do because you can’t keep your bloody hands to yourself!”

Tears began to brim in your eyes as Tom’s words knocked the wind out of you. He wasn’t even remorseful, even after seeing the tears slip past your eyes, coating your rosy cheeks.

“What about you?” You argued, “Fans have been shipping you with Zendaya for years, Tom, but I don’t let it get to me because I know I have you. I’m content just knowing that you fall asleep in my arms.”

Harry stood up now too, putting himself between you and Tom, facing the latter. “Mate,” He chastised his brother, “calm down. It’s not (Y/N)’s fault.”

“It is!” Tom insisted, “You could’ve just explained to the media, the second you saw the rumors, you could’ve said something but you didn’t! I’ve said countless times that Z and I are just friends, but you just let them say shit that isn’t even true!” Tom pointed an angry finger at you, hollering his distaste, “You might as well fuck Harrison since it’s what the goddamn world wants anyways!”

“Fuck you, Tom.” You spat before gathering your shopping bags and leaving the cafe, heading outside to hail a taxi back to the hotel rather than going back in the black car waiting for you, Tom and Harry.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harry shook his head, disappointment lacing his tone as he reprimanded his brother. “What the actual fuck is your problem?”

“I—” Tom was still seething, red hot anger was burning his eye with unshed tears, “she just—I can’t fucking believe her.”

“I can’t fucking believe you, Tom.” Harry frowned, gathering his things as well, “You’re on your own for this one, Mate.” Harry sighed, rushing out the door to try and catch up with you.

Tom gathered his belongings, shaking his hand, trying to get the anger out of his system so he could think clearly. But his whole head was foggy with rage.

`He made his way back to the black car and instructed the driver to head back to the hotel, explaining that you and Harry had gotten back via taxi. He didn’t question it and drove Tom back.

When he got back to your room, his luggage was thrown out into the hallway, along with the necklace he’d given you that you always wore. Harrison and Tuwaine watched from the doorway of their room as Tom gathered his things, the reality of what he had said finally sinking into his gut.

Harry explained what had happened when he got back, and Harrison and Tuwaine just looked on disappointedly.

Harry opened his room for Tom to stay in, but he refused to talk to him about it, too ashamed of how spiteful his own brother could be.

Harrison, Tuwaine, and Harry discussed it amongst themselves, trying to figure out the best course of action moving forward. You didn’t need to appear at your interview with Jimmy Fallon until eight that evening, giving the boys only a few hours to do damage control on the situation.

Harrison agreed to talk to Tom while Harry attempted to console you, though you refused to let anyone into your room and it was unlikely you would change your stance for a Holland, even if he wasn’t the one that had hurt you.

“Tom,” Harrison, entered Harry’s room where Tom was laying on the bed in an emotional rut. His eyes were hazy and shiny from tears but he wasn't crying, “what the hell, man?”

Tom groaned, shoving his head into the throw pillows on the bed, “I know, I know. I fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Harrison agreed, sitting on the armchair in the room. “What’re you gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” Tom mumbled, “I’m still so mad, I-I just can’t fix this right now.”

“You know,” Harrison began, “I get why you’re mad, I really do. So does (Y/N). Every time the paparazzi would get a photo of us she was so stressed about how you’d react. Every interview she tried to stay amicable, bubbly, and friendly—and she did—but afterward, she’d was worried about how the media would portray our relationship. She could hardly enjoy herself on the press tour for her movie because she was so focused on how you’d feel.” Harrison sighed, “She always cared about your feelings like that. She told me not to tell you, but she turned down a major movie when you were filming Cherry. She wanted to be by your side when you got into that headspace. She wanted to be the one to pull you back. She turned down what could’ve been the best deal in her career for you.”

“I didn’t ask her to do that—”

“But she did.” Harrison snapped, “And you couldn’t even give her the benefit of the doubt. The media will say what it wants. What matters is what the truth is, what your friends and family know, what she knows, what you know. And right now, all I know is that you need to make it up to her, any way possible, because she didn’t deserve that.”

“What do I do?” Tom asked, rubbing his eyes, “I messed up so bad. I just love her so much, it makes me fucking crazy sometimes. Every time I see her out with you, I see how the media twists the perspective, it hurts. I know I need to be better, I need to move past that, it’s just hard.”

“I posted a statement today defining (Y/N) and I’s relationship.” Harrison stated, “Overall, the fans aren’t the happiest, that’s true. But eventually, they’ll have to learn to accept it. (Y/N) is beautiful, funny, and kind, but she’s not my girl, Tom, and I’m perfectly fine with that.”

Harrison fiddled with the rings on his fingers, “Harry’s helping (Y/N) get ready the best he can, then we’re leaving to go to the studio. You’re still welcome to come.” Harrison stood up and walked over to Tom, patting his back gently, before leaving.

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“And with me here tonight is two of Hollywood's hottest stars, Harrison Osterfield and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” Jimmy announced, clapping along with his audience.

The music started playing while you and Harrison smiled, walking out onto the stage and waving. Jimmy greeted you once you made it to the small sofa next to his desk, giving you praises and well wishes before you sat down.

“Wow,” Jimmy smiled, sitting back down, “you two look amazing tonight, how are you?”

You and Harrison both nodded, “I’m good,” You smiled, “this is pretty much the last stop on tour, so I’m kind of disappointed for it to come to an end, but I’m so happy for the experience.”

“What are both of your plans for after the tour?” Jimmy asked.

“I’m going back to London to visit family, and then I’m starting the filming of a series,” Harrison said proudly.

“I’m probably going to head back to my hometown in Chicago and settle down with my family for a bit. I have a few auditions and offers lined up, but I really miss my family and I just need a bit of calm after this storm.”

Harrison furrowed his brows, he was sure you said you were going back to London with him and the boys. You must’ve changed your mind after the fight. He didn’t blame you of course. Tom was being completely unreasonable, it was only logical that you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a city with him for god knows how long.

Tom showed up late, finally pulling himself out of his reverie, ready to apologize and make it up to you. He was backstage with Harry and Tuwaine, watching the show on the T.V. in the dressing rooms. When he heard that you wanted to go back home instead of going to London with him, his heart sank to his feet.

Anyone would have registered you as tired or dazed, but he and the rest of the boys could see the little glint of sadness in your eyes when you announce your decision. Knowing the reason behind your choice was solely Tom, made him feel like shit. He was driving away the only thing that mattered to him, and he couldn’t stop it.

He was almost positive that he was the storm you were referring to.

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Jimmy greeted you and Harrison was the show was over, “That was great, guys.” He smiled warmly, “It’s been a pleasure to meet you and I’d love to have you back in the future.”

“Of course,” You nodded, “thank you so much for having us.”

Once Jimmy was gone, your belongings were packed up, and you were ready to head back to the hotel, Tom decided to make his move.

“(Y/N),” Tom walked up to you in yours and Harrison’s dressing room. “Can we talk? Please?”

Harrison gave you a look, silently asking if you were okay talking to him, you nodded so he left the room, leaving you with Tom.

“(Y/N),” Tom began, sighing dejectedly, “I am so so so sorry, I-I was just being so insecure and I was worried and I acted like an ass. You didn't deserve that, all you’ve ever done is love and support me, and I appreciate you so much for it. It’s my insecurity, it’s my problem, and I need to be the one to do better.”

You frowned, “I just don’t understand,” you said softly, “all I ever wanted was for you to feel safe, loved, and comfortable, and I thought I was doing a good job at that.” You chuckled bitterly, “But you just couldn’t get out of your own head, and somehow I’m the one that got shot down for it.”

“I know,” Tom nodded, “and I’m so beyond sorry. I love you so much, and I need to trust you like you trust me. I never want to lose you (Y/N). And I understand if I’ve already lost you. As much as it hurts, I understand. I just want you to know that that’s not what I wanted to—”

“I know,” You interrupted, “I know you love me, and I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me, but you did. I love you too, Tom, and I don’t want to lose you. This isn’t the end, I just—I’m so hurt.” Your voice broke as you said the last word, tears beginning to slip past your eyelids. Tom immediately pulled you into a hug while you sniffled into his blazer. It broke his heart more than he could possibly fathom to see you cry in his arms, it nearly killed him to know that he was the cause for your tears.

“I’m sorry,” Tom squeezed you, “I’m so sorry, love.” You squeezed back, trying your best to calm the onslaught of tears you were holding off during the show. “A-Are you going to Chicago?” Tom asked hesitantly.

The original plan was for you to go to London with him and the boys and spend the next few weeks with him and his family, but it was understandable if you wanted to change that.

“Yeah,” You nodded sadly as you pulled away, “I just need to see my family, I miss them so much.”

“I understand,” Tom nodded, “I could come visit you there if you want?” Tom offered.

You wiped your eyes and gave Tom a small smile, “That’d be really nice. My dad’s been dying to meet you.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Well that’s reassuring,” he joked, pulling you back in for another hug, “are we gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, pulling away to give him a chaste kiss, “we’ll be okay.”

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“Tommy!” you squealed when you opened the door to your family home, only to find your amazing, handsome, British boyfriend on the doorstep. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“I wanted to surprise you, love,” Tom smiled, lifting you up in a hug and spinning you around. “Happy one year, darling.”

“I missed you so much,” You littered Tom’s face with kisses once he set you down, “Let’s never spend a minute apart again, that was torture.”

“It was only a few weeks?”

“A few weeks of hell,” You joked, grabbing his hand and leading him through the house, “come on! Everyone’s gonna love you.”

Tom laughed as you dragged him around the house, introducing him to your parents, your siblings, and your nieces and nephews. You’d talked about all of them before, but he never realized what a big family you actually have.

Now, he was all the more excited about the little, velvet box in his carry-on. Now that he could see what a loving family he’d be joining.

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✧tags & moots✧ @ptersmj @princessofguineapigs @peterbenjiparker @cherrytholland @itsapeterthing @justapurrcat @thirstiestpotato @kelieah @iovebug @waitimcomingtoo @rosyparkers @parkers-gal @allegra-writes @starktonyx @celestialholland @hollandcrush @londonspidey @blissfulparker @spidernerdsblog @spidey-sophie @spideyspeaches @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology @andilovetowrite @sinisterspidey @asonofpeter @westcoastcigar @arlo-sanders @love-peterparker @boiolay @letssee2468 @white-wolf1940 @fandom-life-12 @selfcarecap @micaelaf05 @lovelybarnes @lililourve @pradastardust @hollandsdream @miseryholland @greenorangevioletgrass @annathesillyfriend

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #peter parker smut #harrison osterfeild fluff #harrison osterfield

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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 2 years

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Hi!!! So today marks 1 year that I have been on this blog and it has been the absolute best year I could ask for. I’ve met some amazing people through this app and lemme tell you, it has been a trip! To show my gratitude and to celebrate, I decided to do a writing challenge. I’ve always wanted to do one so this was the perfect opportunity, so here are the rules! ❤️

Rules:

Up to 3 people can choose the same prompt/AU. You can send me your choice via asks or messaging me, I will tag you next to the prompt and AU you choose. There will also be a character list that you will need to choose from as well.

You can write fluff, angst, and hurt/comfort. Some of you may ask to write smut, my answer is please keep it to heavy make-outs and impliedness! Please use warnings if needed.

Absolutely no St*rker and Th*rki. If you need to check up on my guidelines, here they are!

Important Dates:

Requesting Period: Feb, 28th - March 3rd

Writing Period: March 3rd - April 8th

Posting Period: April 8th - April 15th

Characters:

Tom and Co (Harrison, Harry, and Sam) @parkerpeter24

Peter Parker @darlingbassett

Arvin Russell @yespolkadotkitty

Simu Liu @littlestatesman

Shang-Chi @beakeoghan @tom-whore-dleston @blackbat05

Florence Pugh

Zendaya @for-doritos-and-aslan

Dylan O’Brien

AU’s and Tropes:

Royal AU

Mob! AU

Professor! AU (@/tom-whore-dleston)

Frat boy or college AU

Roommate AU (@/beakeoghan)

Enemies to lovers (@/blackbat05)

Best friend to lovers

Exes to lovers

Secret Dating

Fake Dating

Famous AU (@/littlestatesman)

Rich Kid! AU

Angst:

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Don’t leave.”

“Just talk to me please”

“Let me help you”

“I can’t do this anymore”

“You haven’t been yourself lately”

“I just need some time to myself”

“I don’t want to lose you too”

“Leave me alone”

“Who did this to you?” (@/beakeoghan)

“Don’t make this harder than it already is”

“There’s nothing you can do”

“It’s better this way”

“I can’t promise anything”

“Why did you come back?”

“Did I not mean anything to you?”

“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why would you do that?”

Fluff:

“Why are you smiling like that?” “Because I just realized I get to wake up next to you everyday for the rest of my life”

“I like the way your hand fits in mine” (@/littlestatesman)

“Wait a second, you have something in your hair. I’ll get it.”

“Can you hold me for a minute?” (@/yespolkadotkitty)

“You look so cute like that.” (@/parkerpeter24)

“You’re terrible at this.” “I am not!” “You literally forgot to preheat the oven.”

“I really love holding you” (@/blackbat05)

“Can I kiss you?”

“Your lips taste like strawberries” (@/tom-whore-dleston)

“I can’t get over how beautiful/handsome you look right now”

“You look really cute in my clothes”

“Just relax, I got you” (@/for-doritos-and-aslan)

“I think I’m in love with you” (@/darlingbassett)

“As if you couldn’t get any cuter, you go off and do this”

“Here, let me get that”

“You look so kissable right now”

“Come back soon”

“I’m only doing this because I love you”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“You’re such an idiot.” “But I’m your idiot.”

***When you are done writing and it is posted, please tag me, and use the tag, Hailey’s1yrwc

Tagging moots!

@hollandsmushroom @hollandprkr @hollandsour @wint3r-h3art @crazycookiecrumbles @tom-whore-dleston @darlingbassett @darling-im-moonstruck @parkerpeter24 @togrowoldinv @badassbabeparker @marvelswhore69 @subspider @theglitterymess @loverspidey @selfcarecap @feliciahardly @spidernerdsblog @subspider @claireunoia @buckybleu @tmholland @blackbat05 @beakeoghan

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Something Hidden - T. Holland Imagine

NOTE: the color black can be associated with strength, formality and SOMETHING HIDDEN.

SUMMARY: something hidden between you and tom is unveiled to your older--and very protective--brother, harrison. [INTERACTIVE IMAGINE]

“Hey,” Harrison appears in the doorway to your bedroom, wiggling his phone for you to see your shared messages throughout the day. “I got your text...everything alright?”

His question halts your furious pacing, yet triggers a churning ball of regret in the pit of your stomach. Your sock-clad toes begin flexing apprehensively, as do your fingers.

You finally breathe out a small, “yeah” in response. But Harrison is less than convinced as he studies your gaze set to the floor, and your teeth gnawing your bottom lip. “I just didn’t know when the time would be right to tell you this. So I figured sooner rather than later, you know? But if you’re busy right now then that’s fine. We can talk later--”

“Y/N,” your older brother approaches you cautiously and sets his hands on your forearms to steady their intense shaking. “Whatever it is you need to tell me, I’m all ears.” Eventually, he helps you to steady your breathing, and you advise him to take a seat on your bed while you figure out how to exactly tell your brother that you have been dating his best friend for half a year in secret.

“O-okay,” you start, “I just wanted to thank you first for letting me stay with you and the guys here this summer. It’s been great getting to know them better and hanging out with you more.” Harrison’s eyebrows cinch together in puzzlement but he nods, nevertheless.

“Of course, Y/N. You don’t need to thank me, Tom’s the one who set it all up.” He chuckles. You spare a laugh of your own, but it comes out forced.

“It’s great you mention Tom!” You point a finger at him. “Because I was actually curious about something…”

“Yeah…” He beckons you to continue, leaning forward from his seated position.

“Just a quick hypothetical for you,” waving your hand nonchalantly, the question finally slips off your tongue, “how would you feel if he and I were...you know...uh, together...romantically?” The query is clumsy as it reaches the air, its graceless cadence hardly intelligible from your point of view. And you cringe when Harrison takes more than a few seconds to process your words and search for a valid response to them. And when he finally does, your heart stops.

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HOW DOES HARRISON REACT?

HE LAUGHS IN YOUR FACE →

HE LOOKS DISGUSTED BY THE THOUGHT →

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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No More First Dates

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping

Summary: Harrison is upset when (y/n) tells him about an upcoming date. Worried for her, he sets out to make sure the date doesn't happen.

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“Is (y/n) here yet?” Harrison asked hopefully as he entered Tom’s home.

Tom nodded, “Yeah, she’s out back with Tessa.”

His eyes lit up, making Tom smirk, “I’ll go join her.”

“Of course you will,” Tom rolled his eyes, “You know, you could just ask her out or something.”

“Don’t say it so loud,” Harrison bit back.

“She’s in the backyard mate, she’s not gonna overhear us,” Tom chuckled at his panic.

“Shove it,” Harrison snapped as he slipped out the back door.

“Hey guys,” she beamed at them, cuddling up to Tessa affectionately.

“Hi pet,” Harrison smiled back at her, “How was work?”

“Boring, oh except the new boy, Owen,” her face lit up suddenly, obviously excited about what she had to share, “He asked me out.”

Harrison was too in shock to speak, leaving Tom to carry on the conversation, “Like on a date date, or just a getting to know each other date?”

“Well definitely more of a getting to know each other date,” she clarified, “Oh, so I can’t hang out this Friday by the way.”

“You said yes?” Harrison frowned.

She nodded, “Yeah, he seems cool so far so I figure I’ll give it a shot.”

“You barely know him,” he argued, “I mean he could be a total creep.”

“Well I’m going out with him to get to know him better,” she rolled her eyes, “You guys don’t need to worry, we’re going out in public. I’ll text one of you when I leave and get home and all that. You don’t need to worry about me, I know how to be safe.”

Harrison shook his head and scoffed, “This is still way too fast, you just barely met him.”

“Haz,” Tom scolded, “They’re just getting to know each other.”

“I know, I know,” he insisted, “I’m just looking out for (y/n).”

“I’m not gonna marry him or something,” (y/n) assured, “And if things get serious I’ll introduce you guys and you can vet him and everything, but right now it’s just a date.”

It was serious, at least to Harrison, it was beyond serious, and completely unacceptable. He dwelled on it all night, wondering what she could possibly see in this other man that made her so into him. He was uncharacteristically quiet, only really speaking when (y/n) addressed him. Tom could tell Harrison was still thinking about it, even after (y/n) went home.

“Mate you’ve got to let it go, they’re just getting to know each other,” Tom tried to assure him, “I’m sure she’d go on a date with you too if you asked.”

“She doesn't need to go on a date with him to get to know him,” he snapped back.

“No, but that’s what you do when you’ve got romantic intentions with someone. If you don’t want her to date other guys you’ve got to show her that you're interested.”

“I did!”

Tom went wide eyed, “You told her you’re into her?”

“Well, no, not exactly that,” Harrison blushed, “We hooked up.”

“You hooked up and you never told me?!”

“Yeah, about a month ago. I didn’t want to say anything until she and I talked about it but now she’s going on a date with some asshole from work,” he scoffed.

“Did you try to bring it up?”

“No, I figured she’d just bring it up when she was ready.”

“That’s the fucking problem div,” Tom groaned, “Harrison if you just talk to her I’m sure this whole thing will work itself out.”

Harrison stayed quiet for a moment, “I bet he’s an asshole.”

“Probably, and she’ll probably drop him the second she knows you’re interested.”

“I’ll talk to her,” he assured, “At least about dropping him.”

Tom just sighed, “You’re hopeless.”

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Harrison rapped at (y/n)’s door, bouncing on his heels nervously while he waited for her to answer. The door swung open and she smiled brightly at him, unaware of how nervous he was. He’d decided that morning he was going to confess, or at least convince her to cancel the date, he’d do whatever it took.

“Oh hey,” she cocked her head in confusion, “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to stop by, I should have texted you, sorry.”

“No problem,” she assured, opening the door for him, “Come on in, I’m just going through my clothes.”

“Sounds fun,” he chuckled, “Need a hand?”

“Oh sure,” she blushed, “I was trying to find something for my date.”

“Oh,” his smile dropped instantly as they entered her room, “You’re still doing that?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “But I can’t figure out what to wear.”

“Can’t you just wear jeans or something?” he pursed his lips.

She rolled her eyes, “Come on Haz, it’s a first date, I wanna dress up a little.”

“Where is he even taking you anyway?”

“We’re just going out for dinner.”

“How original,” he rolled her eyes as she plucked a dress out of her closet.

“What’s your problem?” she frowned at him, “That’s a perfectly normal first date.”

“I just think you deserve a little more than perfectly normal,” he scoffed.

“I know you’re trying to look out for me but I promise he’s a good guy Haz,” she held the dress up to her chest, examining herself in the mirror, “What do you think of this one?”

“It’s pretty,” he confirmed, “But don’t you think it’s a little revealing?”

She whipped around to face him, “Harrison you have seen me go out in way less than this. And since when do you care about how revealing my clothes are anyway?”

“I don’t,” he flushed, “But I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about you.”

She rolled her eyes, “Okay whatever you're implying, you better stop right there. It’s my body and I’m gonna wear whatever I want and if you’ve got a problem with it then too bad. I’m not giving any kind of ideas just by wearing a short dress.”

“I wasn’t trying to say that,” Harrison groaned, “I just haven’t met him, I don’t know what kind of guy he is, I don’t know if he’s safe. I don’t want you out there with some creep.”

Her expression softened, “Haz I appreciate you looking out for me, but I promise he’s a really nice guy.”

“Well how am I supposed to know that?” he challenged, “Look why can’t you just wait a little longer? Introduce us first, let us check him out, this is all moving way too fast.”

“I’m going on the date so I can get to know him, this is super casual right now,” she explained once again, “If things get more serious I’ll introduce you guys, but until then I just need you to trust my judgement. I’m not jumping into anything, just getting to know him.”

“You don’t have to do that by dating him,” he argued.

“Why is it such an issue for me to go on a date?” she questioned, “I mean seriously Haz, it’s one date, why are you so worked up?”

“Because I’m worried about you!” he flushed, “What if he’s a serial killer or something?!”

He was worried about her safety, but much less than he was worried about her falling for someone else. Someone who wouldn’t love her as much as he did, someone who would never be able to give her what she deserved. He just couldn’t stand the thought of someone else stealing her away.

“You don’t need to worry, I’m not gonna do anything stupid,” she assured, “We will stay in public the whole time and then I will come home. I really do appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me and everything, but you need to drop it alright?”

He sighed and leaned back on his hands, “I don’t wanna drop it.”

“Harrison he’s a totally normal dude,” she groaned, “Can we please move on?”

"Why him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why him?” he repeated, “I mean why are you into him? What makes him so special?”

“Nothing, I just think he’s cute and I’m giving it a shot, and I’m not explaining that to you again,” she warned, “So you need to drop it now.”

He pursed his lips, knowing he wouldn’t be able to let it go he started again, “Why not me?”

She froze, “You?”

He nodded, “We’ve done stuff, and we actually know each other, so why not me? Why him?”

“You never brought it up again,” she flushed and cleared her throat as she tried to turn her attention back to her closet.

“Neither did you,” he reminded, seizing her wrist so she’d be forced to face him.

“You ran out that morning and never said a word about it,” she snapped, “It was pretty clear you thought it was a mistake.”

“I was nervous,” he corrected, “I didn’t think it was a mistake.”

“Well neither did I, but it didn’t seem like you were interested so I moved on.”

Her lips were just as soft and sweet as he remembered, the same intoxicating, indescribable feeling he knew he’d never be able to get enough of overtook him the second they were pressed to his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything but I love you so much.”

She flushed and sat down on the edge of her bed, “Haz this is a lot.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” he sat next to her with a frown, he understood feeling overwhelmed, his feelings for her overwhelmed him all the time, “I’ve been too scared to say anything, but the thought of you with someone else drives me crazy. I’m sorry it took this for me to spit it out.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” she assured, “I mean obviously I’m into you too, but I think I just need a little bit to process this.”

“That’s alright, I’m happy to wait,” he set his hand on hers with a smile, “We can put on a movie or something?”

She shook her head, “I think I just want to be alone tonight.” “(y/n) I’m sorry I-”

She cut off his apology almost instantly, “Haz I’m not upset, I just wanna think this over before making any decisions. I promise I’ll call you tomorrow and we can talk it over alright?”

He nodded, a wave of relief flooded over him, “Yeah, I can do that. You know I love you right?”

She smiled and pulled him in for a hug, “I know, I love you too.”

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Harrison had been buzzing all day, he was on cloud 9 knowing that his feelings were reciprocated. Best of all, he knew it meant she’d be meeting him at Tom’s house for their normal Friday night hangout, no date. He had hoped she’d call him before he headed over, but he didn’t think much of it when she hadn’t, figuring it’d just slipped her mind. He was beaming ear to ear when he arrived at Tom’s house, making Tom suspicious about what had him in such a good mood.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Is (y/n) here yet?” Harrison peaked around for her as he entered the home, “Out back with Tess?”

“No, she’s not coming, she’s got that date,” Tom reminded, raising a brow at Harrison’s odd behavior, “You alright mate? I was kind of expecting you to show up all pissy…”

“Well I would have, but (y/n)’s not going on the date,” he beamed proudly, “We talked it over last night.”

“What does that mean?”

“I told her how I feel, she said she felt the same but she needed a little time but she promised she’d call me tonight and we’d talk,” he explained, “Isn’t that great?”

Tom smiled and squeezed his shoulder, “About fucking time you div, I’m glad you finally said something. She called it off with him then?”

“Well she didn’t say that, but I don’t see why she wouldn’t.”

“Alright, well she didn’t tell me she was coming over, but maybe she just decided she still wanted to stay home or something,” he shrugged.

Harrison frowned, “I’ll call her, no reason she should spend Friday night alone.”

“You sure that’s a good idea mate?” Tom questioned, “You said she asked for some time.”

“It’s been a whole day,” he laughed, “I’m just gonna ask her if she wants to come over.”

“Okay, I mean if you think it’s fine, but I think you should wait.” Harrison rolled his eyes, “Well I know her better than you do,” he stepped into the backyard for a bit of privacy. He bounced on his heels while he waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” he smiled happily at the sound of her voice, “Did you want to come over to Tom’s tonight? We don’t want you to spend the night alone.”

She frowned, “Harrison I have that date tonight.” His heart dropped, “What?”

“It’s tonight, I was gonna call you aft-”

“You’re still going?”

“Well yeah, I wasn’t gonna cancel like the day of, that’s rude.”

“So?” he snapped, “What about last night?”

“It had nothing to do with our talk Haz, I’m just being courteous because I still have to work with this guy. I’ll call you when I get back okay?’

“I-I wanna see you,” he blurted out nervously, “We need to talk about this, in person.”

She sighed, “I mean that’s fine, I’m not supposed to meet him until 7 so you could come by for a bit, but there’s really not anything to talk about Haz, I’m just being polite.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he shoved his phone into his pocket before stomping inside, heading straight for the front door.

“Woah woah, where are you going?” Tom grabbed his shoulder, “What happened?”

“I just need to go talk to her,” he explained, “I’m sure we’ll be back soon, I’ll text you.”

“O-Okay,” Tom was puzzled, “Are you sure you wanna go over there? You seem pretty angry. Why don’t we talk about it first?”

Harrison shook his head, “No, no, I just need to talk to her.” Harrison sped to her house as quickly as he could, his stomach flip flopped nervously as he pounded on her door. He knew if they just talked about it she’d understand, and she wouldn’t care about the date anymore.

“Jesus christ Haz, I’m not deaf,” she chuckled as she opened the door.

“You can’t go on that date.”

“Oh I’m good Haz, how are you?” she rolled her eyes as he entered the home.

He shot her a glare, “What about us?”

“Well I wanted to have that talk later tonight,” she sighed, a light blush spreading across her cheeks, “I was a little worried because after we hooked up I thought you weren’t interested, and that really hurt. But I’m really into you, and I wanna give it a try if that’s what you want.”

“Of course that’s what I want,” a smile came to his lips as he took her hands in his, “I want that more than anything. But you can’t go on this date with him.”

“It’ll be a few hours at the most, we’re just gonna grab dinner and I’ll come home,” she assured, “I just don’t want to make it awkward between us because I still have to work with him. It’s nothing more than that.”

He shook his head, “You don’t know that, you could fall for him.”

“I’m not gonna fall for him in two hours,” she laughed, “Harrison I get why you don’t like it, but I’m just gonna go and explain the situation. Then he’ll understand why I’m not interested and that’ll be the end of that, alright?”

He knew she was trying to help but it only fueled his anger, he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else being with her. Not even for a night.

“No, you can’t go. Please, just cancel it.”

“I’m not cancelling a half hour before we’re supposed to go out,” she frowned, “And you’re not gonna boss me around like that. I explained my reasoning to you and that’s that, so I’m gonna go and then we can meet back up after. I think you need to cool off a bit anyway.”

He shook his head, “I said no, you’re not going.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and pulled away, “You should go Harrison, I’ll call you when I get home.”

“You said you loved me, you can’t go out with him, please,” he pleaded again, “Just stay here instead.”

“No,” she shook her head, “Look you’re freaking me out, I’m leaving, maybe you should go talk to Tom about it or something.”

“Don’t leave,” he grabbed her wrists again, holding her in place as she tried to leave, “I’m sorry, I’m just worried about you. I mean what if you reject him and he freaks out or something?”

“That’s why I’m doing it in public,” she frowned as she tried to pull away again, “Harrison let go of me.”

“I can’t, not if you’re going to go out with him.”

“Let go of me now,” she said more sternly, trying once again to pull him away, “Seriously Harrison, you’re scaring me.”

Anxiety was swelling in his stomach, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to hurt her of course, but he couldn’t bear letting her leave, he was sure something awful would happen if she did.

“I’m sorry.”

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(y/n) head throbbed against her skull as she forced her eyes open. Her room came into focus slowly, she found her hands tied above her head, securing her to her bed frame. She tugged against them but the bindings wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Harrison warned, his voice came out broken and scratchy.

She looked over to him, seated at her desk, he’d obviously been crying, “Haz?”

It all came back to her slowly as he stood up. He came to sit beside her on the bed, his face falling as she tried to scoot away from him.

“I won't hurt you,” he tried to assure, “I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier, I just wanted you to stay.”

“You tied me to my bed!”

“I’ll let you down soon,” he promised, “I just needed to make sure you wouldn’t try to leave again.”

“Harrison you have to let me go,” she tried to reason, “I know this isn’t you, we can get you help.”

“I don’t need help, I just need you, I need us,” he brushed her hair off her face.

“Haz please, let me down, let me help you.”

“I’m helping you, I’m keeping you safe,” he kissed her forehead as tears began rolling down his cheeks, “I love you so much, I just want what’s best for you.”

“This isn’t best for me, even if you keep me here I’ll never be happy, please,” she pleaded, “Harrison I love you, I’m not gonna leave you but you need help. We can still put this behind us, we can figure out what’s wrong.”

She feared he’d keep her there forever, or do something much worse. Harrison was usually the calmest person she knew, she’d never seen him so unstable. She was scared for both of them.

“You can be happy with me,” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her, “We can be happy together.”

“Haz please.”

“We have to be together, I’ll die without you,” he cupped her face as he watched her eyes grow glossy, “Please don’t cry pet, I can’t handle watching you cry.”

She tried to hold herself together, “Just let me go Harrison, we can talk about this. You don’t have to feel like this.”

He pressed his lips to her forehead and closed his eyes, “Just a little longer pet, I can’t let you go until I know you’ll stay, that’s the only way you’ll be safe okay?”

She said nothing as he wrapped his arms around her. Both sat teary eyed, fearful of what was yet to come.

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highontomholland · 3 years

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I'd do it all again. (ch.1)

I'd do it all again. Chapter 1 Summary: Tom Holland one of the many frat boys out there, and you are his little secret. He has a “reputation” to keep up and you apparently don’t look too good next to his side, so he keeps you in the back of his pocket. Type: Angsttttt Inspired by: Reading a bunchhhhhh of frat boy!tom one shots... oops haha Pairing: Frat boy!Tom x Fem!Reader Some mentions that the reader does: -Put on makeup -Does hair -Wearing tight/showy clothes -Drinking -Partying Word count: 2.2k “Y/N you have to come to Harrison’s party with me tonight!” My roommate Paisley literally yelled in my face as I was trying to take a nap. “P, I have no interest in going to some-” She cut me off right before I could finish. “Your little fuck buddy Tom Holland is gonna be thereeee… Plus we’re on break.” She said in a little sing-song tune. Fuck she knows me so well I thought.

Tom Holland and I weren’t exclusive, nor were we in an “official” relationship. It was kind of a lowkey thing. We’re just taking our time. Well maybe he’s taking his time, I honestly don’t know… It’s complicated. But only Paisley knew about Tom and I. She smirked at me which made me laugh. “You promise you won’t leave my side like last time.” I looked at her and gave her a little death stare. “I promise! I promise! I promise!” She hugged me tightly and pulled me out of bed to go and help me do my hair and makeup. As Paisley and I were putting on our makeup, she couldn’t help but ask some questions about my “relationship” with Tom. “Does he spoil you with a lot of gifts?” “Is the sex good?” “How did you pull Tom Holland? You know Y/N/N we’ve been roommates since freshman year and I still don’t even know half of your life.” P was right… How did I pull Tom Holland? I wasn’t even like any of his ex girlfriends… Tom did tell me about them though, and they’re all the same. They all made a name for themselves, like to drink and party, social media’s definition of “gorgeous”, daddy’s money, and most importantly they pulled Tom Holland. Just like me. So how the hell did I pull someone like him when I’m nothing like his exs. “Y/N?” Paisley snapped me out of my thoughts. “Sorry P, I was just thinking… Um can you do that little bubble braid you did on me not too long ago?” I looked at her with puppy eyes. “Yes! Can I curl the ends of your hair too?” She asked. “Do whatever you want, just make me look good.” I said, I trusted P for almost my whole life. She’s crazy good at everything: dressing up, doing hair, making drinks… etc. Thirty minutes P and I were done with both of our hair and makeup. “The theme’s twinning Tuesday, is it okay if we wear hot pink?” P said while looking through her closet. “Whatever you want to do, I’m down for anything… Wait, how did you find out about this party, and the invite? Why didn’t Tom invite me?” I asked Paisley as she was going through both of our closest for a cute and similar outfit. “I don’t know, ask him when you get to the party. Here put this on.” She threw me a hot pink cropped tank and skirt that was a matching set. I quickly went into the restroom and changed into the outfit and asked Paisley if she was ready to see the outfit. And we both couldn’t help but laugh and scream together. P was wearing a hot pink bralette with shorts, she then went over to her dresser, put on a pair of pink sunglasses, and gave me a pair of pink sunglasses identical to hers… to top it off. “Are you ready to get fucked up tonight?” She nudged me as she quickly slipped on her shoes and grabbed our room key. “Unless I have to babysit you.” I said as I slipped on my shoes as well, we both laughed and walked to the party. When we got there you could hear the music blasting, red solo cups in people’s hands, everyone matching, and bottles everywhere. “Paisley! You came, I thought you wouldn’t come!” I was guessing it was Harrison? He went up and hugged her, talking/ yelling over the music... plus this was his party. “Harrison! This is Y/N, this is Tom’s girl!” Paisley yelled over the music. “No way Y/F/N Y/L/N, you’re Tom’s little fuck buddy?” Harrison looked at me up and down. I knew Harrison from History class, we worked together but I didn’t know Tom and him knew each other. “Um I guess, has he mentioned me before?” I questioned. “No, never. He’s just told all of us he’s been seeing someone.” Harrison told me. I was confused as hell. Tom has told me that his friends knew about me. That he told them about us. What the fuck… Harisson must’ve saw the disapointment on my face because he then told me to “Fuck Tom” and “Go have fun” and showed us the direction of where the drinks were. “Y/N/N, are you okay? I know you said you and Tom weren’t anything official, but I know how much you like him… And you know what literally fuck Tom, what Harrison said! Also how did you know Harrison, why don’t you tell me anything.” Paisley was rambling while I couldn’t wrap around the fact that I’ve

been with Tom for three months and he has never told his friends about us. “Take a shot with me.” I interrupted her. “That’s my girl!” Paisley poured her and I a shot of whatever there was and we cheered to have a good night. Paisley and I were talking about something random when these two guys from the frat who were hosting the party came up to P and I and asked us if we wanted to dance, of course we did. The guy Paisley was dancing with was Brandon Hiker, football team member of this fraternity, and one of the top students in our class. On the other hand I didn’t know who the hell I was dancing with. He was tall, taller than me, hazel eyes, brown hair, muscular, and he was matching with Brandon Hiker. “I’m sorry your name is?” I asked him over the loud music as we were dancing. “Daniel Case! And you?” He laughed over the fact that we were yelling over the music which made me laugh. “Y/N L/N! I’ve never seen you before!” I said. “Do you go out to the football games?!” He asked me. “Yeah of course, that’s how I know your buddy Brandon!” “I’m number #5, on the team!” He replied. How was I supposed to know who this guy was on the football team. There are so many numbers and he just adds- Then I was snapped out of my thoughts. #5 was the QB of the football team, also team captain, and also a year older than me, P, and Brandon. We were Juniors in college. “Ohhhh, I am so sorry! I didn’t recognize you at first!” I laughed. “It’s fine, do you and your friend want to go play some beer pong? Losers take a hardcore shot of winners choice.” He smirked at me as if I was going to say no to his offer. “It’s on.” I tapped P and Brandon on their shoulders and mentioned to come outside so we could play some beer pong, and told them the deal I made with Daniel. As we were walking to one of the many beer pong tables outside I noticed a familiar face playing with girls all around him. Of course Tom Holland. Him and Harrison were playing together vs these girls. I watched as he slung an arm around one of the girls beside him, watching and he tapped a finger to his cheek probably for “good luck” she did what he asked for, shot the ball, and made the cup. All the girls cheered for him and Harrison gave him a high five. He then looked in my direction where we started to set up our cups. His happy grin turned into a subtle one, tapped Harrison, and pointed in our direction. This was my time if he could go and act like I meant nothing to him, I could do the exact same thing. I saw from the corner of my eye that he started walking towards our table. “Daniel, maybe we should team up Paisley and your friend look too busy chatting it up.” I told him. “So you want to be on the winning team, huh?” He questioned me. “What no I just think that-” “Fine, you can be on MY team, but reminder… I never told you I was good.” He said and laughed, I couldn’t help but laugh at how contagious his smile and laugh was. Kind of reminded me of Tom. Finally Tom approached our table and said hi to everyone. P caught my eye from across the pop up table and made a throwing up expression which made me laugh. “Y/N it’s nice to see you.” Tom said and smiled. “Thanks, care to watch our game?” I asked him, a little snarky. “Sure why not.” He had a beer in his hand, hair slicked but still poofy enough, Our game lasted a good five minutes until Paisley and Brandon had one cup and Daniel and I had one cup. At this point there was a crowd around us wanting to see who the losers would be. It was Paisley’s turn; she gave the ball a quick kiss, flicked it, and it went. Everyone screamed and cheered for them. Daniel and I looked at each other scared but also confidently. “Daniel.” I said to get his attention, and I knew everyone was looking at us so I put a finger to my cheek and tapped it. “Good luck kiss?” I said and smirked a little. Daniel cupped my face with one of his hands and gave me a kiss on the lips. Everyone cheered and screamed, I felt my jaw drop but I played it cool. I also knew Tom saw that shit. He then whispered in my ear “Don’t miss

this Y’N.” As I flicked the ball, it hit the edge of the cup and fell off, and hit the ground. Everyone awed and was looking at Daniel to see if he’ll make his. He flicked his ball and it hit the rim of the cup, and also fell off. Everyone awed for Daniel and I but also cheered for Paisley and Brandon. I was clapping for them and I could see Tom’s mood change. People slowly started leaving, but there was still a crowd around us, waiting to see Daniel and I take the shot. While P and Brandon went to go get some shot glasses and their liquor of choice. I turned to Daniel and whispered a quick “I’m sorry.” and gave him a pouty face. He pulled me into a hug and said “It’s okay.” And we both laughed. Paisley and Brandon came back with the liquor, shot glasses, and chaser for Daniel and I. They poured the shot for Daniel and I and before we were about to take it Daniel stopped me and said “Interlock our arm and take it.” I shook my head yes, interlocked our arm and took the shot. Everyone was cheering for us as Daniel and I shook our heads from the disgusting, fiery taste of the alcohol. Hours later I’ve probably taken around five shots, I was starting to feel tipsy. I was dancing around Daniel and our friends. Paisley never left my side like she promised. I told Daniel I was going to go get a water bottle so I won’t have a bad hangover tomorrow and that I'll be right back. As I was reaching into the bucket cooler I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and it was Tom. “What do you want, Tom?” I sassed at him. “Y/N, can we talk please? In a quiet place?” He asked. “Why?” I questioned him. “Do you really want to be seen with me at the moment! Cause you might be too embarrassed to want to tell people that we were seeing each other! Oh yeah and lets not forget the fact that you literally had someone kiss your cheek, when you damn well know what we are! I don’t even know what the fuck we are Thomas!” I was yelling at this point. Thank goodness we were in the corner of the kitchen, so it didn’t draw a lot of attention. “Y/N Daniel kissed you on the lips! Why are you upset over the fact that some girl kissed me?!” He asked me, trying not to yell but he had too because of the loud ass music. “You think I asked him to kiss me on the lips?! I asked for a kiss on the cheek! He kissed me on the lips, those are two different things!” I told him. “You could’ve told him that you were seeing someone!” “And then what, he asks me ‘who’ then I tell him what? Because Obviously you are too embarrassed to be seen with me or even tell your friends about me. Yeah Harisson told me that you’ve never told your little frat friends about me. That’s fucked up.” My voice got quieter at the end, and those shots were kicking in. “Y/N please don’t take this the wrong way. I never wanted to hurt you.” Tom said while trying to hug me. “Well too fucking bad Thomas, you already did. I should’ve fucking known the minuete you didn’t want to ask me to be your girlfriend and make it ‘official’.” I said as my eyes were getting teary eyed. I grabbed the water and quickly left Tom and went back to Daniel. Hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't been posting a lot :( I've been so packed and writing one-shots haven't been one of my top priorities. I hope you all can understand. I'm currently writing this fan fiction for you guys. It won't be long, maybe a few chapters and if I'm honest... I was not expecting this to be 2.2k words long... If I didn't decide last minute to make this one-shot into multiple chapters then it would've been wayyyy more. I hope you all enjoy this little mini series as much as I loved creating it! -HighonTomHolland.

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leewritesstuff · 3 years

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Keeping Up With The Hollands MASTERLIST

Summary: You and Tom were offered to document your life since you are both famous in the entertainment industry. Now as you got older you left the entertainment industry and head for the medical field. How difficult can it be? Also, did I mention that you have kids?

Masterlist

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 |04 | 05

P O S T E R

Just needed a doctor on the poster. This is my first Tom Holland series, and for far the support has been really good! The idea came from "The Return of Superman"

Thank you for enjoying it! Your feedback is appreciated.❤

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exile

ask: Tom Holland x actress/ex girlfriend reader, they see each other at an event/premiere

a/n: this was a long winded one and honestly I don't think it's that good so some feedback would be much appreciated. sorry about the wait anon, had a bit of writers block, but thank you for the request honey! still looking for a ghost reader btw so if you're interested lemme know :)

requests: open

I can see you standing honey, with his arms around your body

Tom's hands ball into fists at the sight before him, he had just entered the after party that was being held in the giant mess hall following some award show he honestly doesn't give a shit about. His life had been so chaotic recently, with a new movie deal being forced on him and his breakup with his long time girlfriend. He had almost passed on coming to the award show all together, he deserved some time to himself, but his friends had practically begged him to go, saying he needed out of his head.

But now he stands at the entrance of the mess hall, his heart in shambles and his temper about to go through the roof. They had been broken up for 5 weeks, not like Tom was counting or anything, and she was already attending events with some other guy.

Some other guy who's hands are all over her body, touching her waist, holding her close, just like Tom used to do, just like Tom should be doing.

And it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

He can still hear the moment she decided to leave, a record playing in his head on repeat constantly. How cruel he can be to himself when he's at his lowest point.

It took her five minutes to pack a small bag, saying she would be back tomorrow for the rest of her things, but when tomorrow came, she was nowhere to be seen. She didn't come the next day either, or the day after that. Now her clothes collect dust in their closet, waiting for her, just like Tom.

He hates to admit that he is waiting, he should be over her already, but he can't help the aching in his chest and the void that now resides inside of him. He can't help that his soul begs for its partner or how the breath leaves his lungs when he enters their home and she still hasn't come back.

You're not my homeland anymore so what am I defending?

His mom had told him that all good things come to and end when he came to her sobbing one night, that it was her fault for not staying and figuring them out. Tom was quick to shut her down, blaming himself before he would ever make Y/N the bad guy.

How could it be her fault? She was perfect to him, everything she did was for a reason, including leaving him, the reason though he's still not sure of. The fight had escalated into something worse and they stood yelling harsh things at each other until the the early morning, and now here he is with his eyes glassy and his cheeks red, defending the person who ripped his heart out to his own mother, defending his home.

I can see you staring honey, like he's just your understudy

Her eyes had drifted to the door the moment he walked in, her breath caught and her hands started sweating, she wasn't ready for this. She saw the way his hands clenched into balls and his cheeks puffed out with anger, and she regretted all of it. They were supposed to be here together, as a happy couple, like they always were, except now some guy she barely knows cradles her body against his while he talks to someone he knows.

She'll admit she only came with him so she wouldn't have to face Tom alone, the thought alone makes her want to vomit, but maybe she was wrong, maybe she should have come alone. Because the look Tom's giving is all she needs to see and she knows, knows that there is nothing left of them now, no way of fixing them.

Second, third, and hundredths chances, balancing on breaking branches

All she can think about is how many times she had to start a fight about this or about that just for him to take her seriously, how many times she had to beg him to choose her over everyone else. How many times she begged him to just miss his flight for one more day of them before he left again. She was willing to do it every time she was called to film, why wouldn't he choose them.

She had given over a hundred chances to him, every single one being buried along with her as she fell into her life without him once again. The last part of their relationship was like walking on egg shells, like everything would fall apart with one wrong move. Although sometimes she felt like she was the only one who could feel it.

I think I've seen this film before, so I'm leaving out the side door

She gives a sorry excuse to the guy she's with, something about needing air before they move to the next room, and he gives a curt nod before going back to his conversation. She can't help but roll her eyes, what an asshole.

Cold air hits her hard in the face and chest as she opens the side door of the mess hall. She contemplates just leaving the after party all together, she has her phone out ready to call just about anyone to get her out of this mess when the door opens again and a head of brown curls pokes around the corner.

"I saw you leave and I just wanted to make sure you're alright," Tom's voice is choked and his heart is going a mile a minute, this was a dumb idea. He can tell by her face that he was the last person she wanted to see.

"Fine Tom," her voice is dismissive, but her heart is anything but, she wants so badly to be in his arms, "I'm not your problem anymore. Go back to the party."

He almost does but he can't seem to stop himself from getting everything off his chest, this could be his last time alone with her, he had to take his chance, "What happened to us, Y/N?" She can tell by voice that he honestly doesn't know and she really does roll her eyes now. "You never even gave me a warning sign."

"I gave so many!" Her voice cracks as she practically yells at him, how could he be so dense, she had done everything she could to make it obvious she wasn't going to stay with him unless he tried to help fix their problems, instead he ignored them.

"I never learned to read your mind Y/N," He's being harsh now, his voice going from soft to hard in a matter of seconds. He never meant to be so mean, but in his defense he's heartbroken and all she is doing is confusing him further.

"Tom, come on, we never saw each other, you were gone or I was gone, there was no time for us. I love you, but we couldn't turn things around." Her eyes are glossy, she's doing everything in her power to not shed a tear at this confrontation, this was the last thing she wanted to happen tonight.

"You didn't even hear me out, you don't know how much I want to save us. I can change Y/N, we can change," he's desperate now, he would do anything to have her back in his life, he needs her like his lungs need air.

She stops then, her breathing just a little ragged and her cheeks now wet, but she contemplates his offer, one more chance. That's all he wants, all he needs, that's all she has left in her. One more chance. She nods then, her movement slow but precise, this was it, if they couldn't fix them now their relationship would be exiled, they would be down the drain eternally.

"One chance Tom," he had heard a better sentence in his entire life.

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Harrison Osterfeild Masterlist🦋

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No Body No Crime

Summary: Tom knows you had something to do with the victims disappearance and its driving his crazy that you don’t crack easily

Pairing: Detective!Tom x reader

Warning: Murder?? Sexual innuendos, Cops

Word Count: 1412

Note: Based off the song no body no crime by Taylor Swift. This idea came to me in the shower and like I do with all my writings I wrote this when I was half asleep. Anyway ACAB

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You sat in the dark room. The only light coming from the small window to your left. They had you seated facing the mirror, but you knew they were watching from the other side. Just waiting for you to crack. One small slip up and this case would be solved.

Thankfully you were smart. You kept your composure as you waited for the two detectives to come in. It wasn't long till their return. Talking amongst themselves as you sipped your water.

Soon they turned to you getting ready to start the interview. "Ma'am my name's Tom and this is my partner Harrison" he was eager to start the questioning you could tell by his rushed introduction. "Let's just get to the point I know you had something to do with it" He spoke. His British accent was exceptionally rare for the small southern town you lived in.

Your eyes shifted to the man beside him who was hesitant compared to his partner. You could tell he didn't entirely agree with Tom. "Im sorry detective but you call me up here at 9 in the morning and tell me I have something to do with a crime that I'm completely unaware of" you faked your voice trying your best to sound completely oblivious to what was happening.

He scoffed looking as his partner before looking back at you. "Oh please. You're telling me you have no idea about Gus Armstrong's disappearance"

"Oh that" you sighed, "well then you're wrong because I had nothing to do with it". You wanted to smirk but kept a straight face.

"Mr. Armstrong's wife went missing a couple months back" his partner finally spoke. His British accent matching his friends, "I understand Tom here questioned you about that case as well"

You watched as he opened the small folder in front of him. His eyes scanned through the interview manuscripts. You nodded your head as he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Tom.

"Yes Este was my closest friend I miss her dearly" They stared at you trying to determine if you were faking it. It was sincere. She was your closest friend, it nearly killed you when she went missing.

"You said that you fully believed it was her husband that was the cause of her disappearance" Harrison stated as he leaned closer trying to understand everything. You nodded your head, "yes I did and I still do. I know he had something to do with it"

Tom chuckled, "what makes you think that?"

You perked up at his sudden interest. He didn't seem to care when you sat in this same set a few weeks ago. "Este knew her husband had been cheating. The constant late nights. The new jewelry purchases. There was no question about it"

You took another sip of your water, "she was a strong woman and so she confronted him. I waited for her 2 hours at the restaurant for our usual Tuesday night dinner and wine. But when she didn't show up I knew something was wrong. When she was reported missing the next day I knew he did it. Gus always had problems with his anger. But no one believed me. No one else seemed to notice the new tires on his truck or even how his mistress moved in so quickly after the case had be closed"

You could still hear the words Tom had said to you the day the case was deemed unsolved.

“So you’re just gonna let him go” You stared at him anger filling all your senses. He sipped his coffee not having the nerve to look at you.

“Sorry Ma’am, No body No crime”

"And that's when you took matters into your own hand" Tom finally spoke. You chuckled in amusement. He truly believed he had you.

"I'm sorry but as far as I'm concerned I'm not even a real suspect. I heard most people believe it was his mistress" They both leaned back in their seats slightly disappointed that you didn't crack.

You played with the chipped polish on your nails. "Yes it really doesn't look good for her. Taking out such a large life insurance policy just days before your new husband disappears"

Harrison rolled his eyes completely irritated that he had even entertained the thought of you being the suspect. "I need some air" he rose from the table and left the room leaving just you and Tom who didn't seem to give up as easily.

"You're good" he leaned in closer to you catching eye contact. "Too good"

You smirked as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. You loved to see a strong man get frustrated. "Tell me Holland" you got up from your seat leaning in closer as your fingers gently drawing mindless shapes over the skin on his arm. "What do you think when you see me"

He took a deep breath shifting around in his seat, "I see a woman who thinks she's in control" he grabbed your wrist pulling you even closer. Your faces are only inches away from each other as he whispered in your ear. His grip on your wrist was firm but not tight enough to hurt you. "I'm the one in charge here now sit your pretty ass down and confess"

You smiled taking your time as you sat down in your chair again. "I'm usually on my knees when I do a confession" you teased loving the fact that you can work him up with just your words.

He took another deep breath wanting nothing more than to see you on your knees. "Where were you two nights ago?" he asked hoping that staying on subject would stop his filthy imagination.

You sighed crossing your arms as you leaned back in your seat. "Like I said before I was with Este's sister"

It wasn't a complete lie. You had been with her that night just not the whole time. "Yeah well im having some officers go confirm that for me" he spoke as he looked through the file once more. You couldn't help but stare at the long bruised covered fingers that tapped mindlessly on the table. Your head fills with lust filled thoughts as you try to regain your composure. Only moving your eyes once he looked at you

The room remained silent as you both stared at each other. You enjoyed watching Tom try and keep his cool. He enjoyed watching how effortlessly you were able to trick everyone. He found it sexy.

Harrison returned shaking his head. "Well her alibi checks out" he turned to you. "I'm sorry for any problem we've caused"

You stood up slowly, your eyes still attached to Tom. "Well officer I'm afraid you've got a mistress to arrest" Tom didn't want to watch you exit, leaving him alone with his filthy thoughts

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You waited until the case was closed to show your face around Tom again. It was at the town's yearly festival. He sat on the bench sipping his tea watching the floats drive down Main St.

You sat down next to him not saying anything just enjoying the silence. He spoke first, "Case went unsolved"

His voice was blunt yet quiet as if he only wanted you to hear. You took a sip of your own coffee enjoying the breeze. You knew it drove him crazy. You hadn't intended to do it but you did enjoy the way he was so frustrated by the case.

Minutes of silence went by before you decided to end his torture. The case was closed after all. You sighed, "my daddy made me get a boating license when I was 15"

His head shot towards you but he stood silent wanting to hear more, "I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene"

It was sort of comical how the rest of the world seemed to be happy outside of the small bubble you both created on that bench. "Good thing Este's sister swore she was with me"

You took a sip of your coffee watching as his mouth fell open slightly. You both sat quiet as you gave him time to process. "Why are you telling me this?" He asked. If you hadn't been so close to him you wouldn't have heard him speak.

You chuckled finishing up the last of your coffee before getting up. Turning to him slowly, "No body No crime"

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly [T.H]

Summary: Tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and Harrison are cast as love interests in a movie.

Paring: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warning: Suggestive themes, fake smut (very light), jealousy, probably some typos, swearing

a/n: i have no idea how filming a movie, or auditioning for one actually goes so don’t crucify me for this. i’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially considering that this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. also, Burt Kreisher is one of my fav comedians in real life, he has 3 shows on neflix and a mini series.

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Tom was not a jealous person. At least, that's what he always told himself. He prided himself in thinking he was a very level headed individual who didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That worked best for his job anyways; always being able to control his emotions and not get in his own head. That simple, pacifistic mindset seemed to change when it came to you.

You were one of the many actors Tom got the pleasure to help hone their technique and work closely with. You were new to the lifestyle of Hollywood and the only roles you had before were in small indie films that never garnered too much attention. The first major role that you landed, which also happened to help kickstart your career, was in the MCU. You played the secondary villain in the third Spider-man movie.

Meeting the cast was a dream come true; they were all extremely helpful and they provided tons of tips and tricks in navigating the hectic schedule required for such a huge production. By the time filming wrapped up, you were considered part of their little Spider-man family.

Tom was easily the most helpful. Whenever he saw you struggling with anything, he offered to help. You two spent hours upon hours together in his trailer, ordering take out and practicing lines. Some nights you two planned to work through your script, but inevitably ended up falling asleep binge watching The Office, and laughing about crazy shit that happened on set that day.

When the movie wrapped up and you went home for a month before the press tour, you were completely unsure and nervous about what direction your career was going in. You auditioned for a few new movies, but had yet to hear from any of the directors about casting decisions. You kept in touch Tom during the month you were apart and expressed your concerns.

“I don’t know, Tom. I’m just so sick of waiting around and hoping that some director out there throws me a bone, ya know’?” You said on facetime, while making cookies.

“Yeah, I totally understand that, (Y/N/N). I had that issue a couple years ago before the Marvel movies. Trust me, you did outstanding in that role and once it gets noticed I’m positive you’ll have directors calling you, begging for you to audition.” Tom smiled warmly into the camera as he walked around his apartment in London.

“Yeah, easy for you to say, movie-star.” You giggled, turning your face away from the camera in hopes that Tom wouldn’t notice the blush his compliments painted onto your cheeks

“I’m serious! You were outstanding! Like in that one scene where you—”

“Tom! Tessa chewed a hole in my trousers again!” A voice came from outside of the frame, “Mate, you gotta get her to stop doing that somehow.”

Tom sighed, and waved his hand dismissively at the figure, “Okay, sure. I’m busy right now.” Tom looked back to the camera, “anyways, as I was saying, don’t stress about not having a new project yet, (Y/N)—”

“(Y/N)?” The other voice whisper-yelled. “Let me say hi!”, suddenly the phone was yanked out of Tom's hands and the video shook around a bit as Tom wrestled to get it back. Finally, the camera stilled and Harrison was on the other end smiling. “Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, hi Harrison!” You smiled back, laughing. You'd met Harrison a few times when he visited Tom on set. “How are you?”

The camera started moving around more as the background behind Harrsion whizzed past. You assumed Tom must’ve been chasing him to get the phone back.

“I’m good! I just auditioned for a new movie. You should audition too! The main female lead’s description looks just like you.” He exclaimed, running past the kitchen to his room.

“Oi! Give me my phone back you div!” You heard Tom yelling in the background, no doubt in hot pursuit of Harrison.

“I don’t know, I'm not sure I’m prepared for a lead role.” You sighed, “What’s the movie called? I’ll look into it.”

“It’s called ‘Collateral Damage’, it’s a spy movie.” Harrison said, shutting the door to his room, while Tom pounded on it from the other side. “Yeah, it’d be really fun working with you. Tom constantly talks about how much fun you are on set.” Harrison wheezed out, trying to catch his breath.

“Aw, that’s sweet of him.” You laughed. “Well I’ve got to go. Just tell Tom he can call me tomorrow or something.” You waved at the camera. “Bye!”

“Yup, bye.” Harrison said right before the video cut out.

Harrison finally opened the door to a seething Tom. Tom grabbed the phone back from Harrison and noticed that the call had ended.

“Dude! Why would you do that?” Tom whined.

Harrison just patted Tom’s back, “Sorry, mate. She said she had to go, though. I was about to give the phone back.”

Tom huffed and sulked for a moment. “Whatever, I’ll just call her later, I guess.”

Harrison nodded and smirked at how whipped Tom was. “You should just ask her out if you’re so desperate for her attention.” Harrison teased.

“Shut up. I’m not desperate for her attention, I just like her voice and her personality, and the way she talks, and her funny sayings, and how her hair looks when she just woke up.”

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It was only a few days later when you received an email from the director of the movie Harrison told you about, asking for you to audition. You were ecstatic, Harrison must’ve already sent in some things about you since the director seemed adamant that you were of high interest for the role.

You called Tom immediately to share the good news.

He picked up after the third ring, “Hello, darling! How are you?” he beamed when he answered your call. He usually was the one to call you so he felt a sense of pride knowing that you were calling him for once.

“Tom! The director of the movie Harrison auditioned for just emailed me asking for me to audition!” You squealed excitedly.

“Really? That’s wonderful, love! Harrison just got the part of the lead too, so you’d be filming with him if you got it.”

“That’s so exciting, I’m flying to London for the audition in two days. Are you still there?” You pulled the phone away from your ear and switched it to speaker. “I’m booking the flight right now.”

“Yeah, I’ll be in London for another week and a half. Then we have the press tour starting in Japan.” Tom said, also switching to speaker phone to look at his calendar. “You can stay with Harrison and I while you’re here. Since we have to go to Japan together anyways.” Tom offered nervously. He really wanted you to stay in his flat with him. It’d be all cute and domestic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d spend enough time with you to not feel nervous about asking you on a date. If he was lucky, that is, but awaiting your reply he was a jittery ball of nerves.

“Yeah, that sounds wonderful. I won't be intruding though, right?” You said, smiling from ear to ear. Thank god you weren’t on facetime and Tom couldn’t see the stupid smile adoring your features.

“No, of course not. Harry will be so excited to see you. And Tessa too, she really misses you.” Tom shuffled around with his phone, shooting a quick text to Harrison letting him know you were coming to stay for a week.

“Ok, thanks so much, this is really thoughtful of you. I absolutely can’t wait to see you!” You gushed, finalizing your purchase of a one-way ticket to London. “K, the flight is at 2:30 pm here, it’s about 9 and a half hours, but you’re also ahead of me, so I’ll be in around..5?”

“Yeah, that sounds right to me,” Tom chuckled, “I’ll come pick you up. I’ll wear my incognito disguise.”

“If you mean that stupid t-shirt you got that says ‘I’M NOT A CELEBRITY’, then maybe I’ll ask Harrison to come pick me up…”

“That’s cold (Y/L/N).”

You giggled softly, “I’m sorry, Tommy. If it makes you feel better, that shirt isn’t as bad as that stupid blue beanie that you never wear correctly.”

“How the fuck would that make me feel better? You’re killing me, (Y/N/N).”

You laughed at his over dramatic reaction, “Sorry that you’re a sensitive babe. I gotta go now, see you soon!” You hung up before Tom could respond with a sassy quip. Then immediately after you received a text:

Tommy: The second you get here I’m bout to 👊

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Tom called Harrison up after you got off the phone, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn’t say or do anything to embarrass him in front of you.

“Tom, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive? I mean, she’s only staying with us for a week and you already know her so well from spending all that time filming with her.” Harrison sighed, sick of listening to Tom ramble about every possible embarrassing situation he could be put in, in the coming week.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It's no big deal. But don’t mention that time I accidentally shit my pants at the club, or that time I got hit in the head with a golf ball ‘cus I got distracted by a flock of geese, or that time a got chased by a flock of geese, or—”

“Geez, mate. At this point we might as well not even talk to her.” Harrison chuckled, thinking of all the stories he could bring up about Tom around the dinner table with you. Tom really was just a walking ball of embarrassing moments.

“Stoppp ittt,” Tom whined, “when we were on set it was usually just the cast and Harry around, but you? You could do some real fucking damage to my love life, Haz.”

“What love life?” Harrison barked out, laughing.

Tom then hung up and began praying to whatever god was out there that this week could go by without a hitch, and then you and him would be on your way, together, to Japan.

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The whole week spent in London actually went really well, especially the audition. Tom and Harrison both accompanied you for moral support, well Harrison actually had to be there to be your scene partner, but it was still nice knowing he supported you.

The director shook your hand and you went through the normal formalities before beginning your scene with Harrison. It was a quick scene with a monologue in it. The main premise of the movie was all about choosing love over work, especially in dangerous, life-threatening scenarios. The scene you used to audition with Harrison was the scene where the main character, Lincoln, and his lover interest, Mallory, were arguing, trying to push each other away to keep each other safe. The scene had a lot of raw emotion that you were able to tap into, and the directors gave your performance a standing ovation once the scene concluded.

They said that they’d get back to you within the next few days, but they also mentioned how the chemistry between you and Harrison was off the charts, leaving you hopeful. Tom and Harrison both gave you hugs and pats on the back. Tom had watched the whole scene unfold and he was in complete and utter awe of your talent. Part of him was annoyed that he didn’t audition for the movie and a chance as your love interest. But Harrison deserved this big break and so did you, so he was hopeful of the outcome being something that benefitted both of his best friends.

After the audition the rest of the week went by nearly perfectly. The real kicker was when Tom’s family invited you and Harrison to join them for dinner. Tom had not anticipated his mom asking you to come to family dinner, so he wasn’t able to stop the embarrassing anecdotes his mom told on his behalf.

“Tom had the cutest little tush,” Nikki exclaimed, placing the old homemade scrapbook in your lap and flipping through a couple of pages. “See look,” she happily pointed to a picture of Tom as a toddler in a bath, surrounded by bubbles, his little bum poking through them.

Tom sat uncomfortably on the sofa next to you, cringing at the now 21 year old photo of him. He expected you to also cringe along, or worse case scenario, get up and make a flimsy excuse to leave his crazy family, but you just chuckled along with Nikki and continued making your way through the scrapbook, making little comments here and there.

“Oh, and this one,” Nikki said, pointing to a photo of Tom crying and Sam holding up a superhero action figure triumphantly, “that was Tom’s favorite toy, but when Sam saw how much Tom liked it, he made an effort to always be playing with it when Tom came into the room and he wouldn’t share.”

You giggled at the little whiny face Tom made in the picture, and turned to him, replicating it on your face, making fun of him. Tom laughed along and playfully shoved you. He adored how well you seemed to fit in with his family and his feelings for you only multiplied.

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The week in London was one of the best in your life. You didn’t realize how much you missed Tom until you got to the airport and he was there waiting for you, unfortunately in his stupid blue beanie, and no, it wasn’t on right, his big ears poked out of it horrendously.

The last day you had in London before you and Tom went to Japan, you finally received a call about the audition. The director called you to congratulate you on getting the part, and he sent you numerous emails about scheduling, where to be, and when. Harrison was elated to have a familiar face playing his love interest on screen, and Tom was over the moon excited for you, this on top of the Spider-man movie coming out, you were certainly becoming a force to be reckoned with.

You spent the night celebrating at a club, Harry and Sam also showed up to party with you. The night was still young and the club was already packed and in full swing. Tom ordered two shots for each of you to start off the night before he was whisked away by a few fans to sign autographs. When he didn’t return you took it upon yourself to have his shots, giving you an extra edge to help spice up your night.

Harrison found Tom in the corner of the club talking to some fans. But throughout his whole time taking pictures with them, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once and a while. You looked so carefree and beautiful, dancing around in your shiny silver top and leather leggings.

“Tom.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s gawking and directed his attention to the small group of fans Tom was with.

Tom nodded and finished up his pictures and autographs before wishing them all a good and safe night. Once he reached you, you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you for such a great time in London, Tommy.” you slurred, already feeling the impact of the four shots you took. “I had the best time of my whole life.” You pecked his cheek and pulled him close to dance with you.

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The following month or so on the press tour was a once in a lifetime experience. You travelled to more cities than you even knew the name of and you had all of your friends by your side. More so, you had motivation to remain approachable and well liked by fans considering that you were moving up in the industry. Some interviews were mostly for Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. Your role in the movie was big enough for you to be needed for some interviews, and most people were genuinely interested in getting to know you, but there were also a handful of press activities that you weren’t included in, which you didn’t mind.

When you didn’t have anything to do for an hour or so, you would text Harrison and send him funny memes. He was quickly becoming one of your closest friends; you had already created a surplus of inside jokes with him just over the phone.

Tom noticed how you were always laughing at your phone or rapid fire texting. Even when you were being interviewed, Tom could faintly hear the buzz of your text message notifications going off.

“Tom,” you snapped in front of his eyes, “did you need something?”

“Huh?” Tom blinked a few times, “Uh—no, sorry.” Tom’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed for having been caught staring at you. He couldn’t help it though, you were dressed so pretty that day. You had your hair done up in two bubble braids and you wore his pink sweatshirt over your yellow sundress.

“Okay then.” You smiled at him. You went back to your phone, reading what Harrison had just texted you. “What was the name of that comedian we watched the other night?”

“The one on Netflix?”

You hummed out a yes, tapping away at your phone.

“Burt Kreisher, why?” Tom asked, leaning over to your chair to try and catch a glimpse of who you were texting. When he saw the contact name “Hazzy”, he couldn't stop the little angry pit of jealousy that started in his stomach. Sure, you were here with him now, not with Harrison, but when you two were apart you also texted him nonstop, and the texts seemed to all be inside jokes, which was something you also shared with him that he held near and dear.

“I made a joke referencing him to Harrison and he didn’t get it. Fucking nerd.” You chuckled, texting Harrison a link to the skit you were referring to.

Tom chuckled along, but he couldn’t help but frown slightly at how bright your smile was when Harrison replied.

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The press tour and premiere of the movie seemed to go by lighting fast. You’d never been to a premiere for a production this big, and your nerves for the red carpet were starting to get to you.

You and Zendaya were stuffed into a hotel room with both of your respective teams, both trying to rapidly get both of you ready for the event.

“So when do you start filming for your next project?” Zendaya asked, she sat in front of a broadway-equse mirror, bright bulbs of light giving a luminescent glow to her already near flawless complexion. She hadn’t even finished her makeup yet and she was so pretty.

“In a month, I have to go back to London next week.” You said, sifting through the opinions you brought for dresses. You brought three options, just in case you changed your mind after seeing yourself in the dress. “Harrison and I are going to go over the scripts together and we were also told to go out in public a few times; for press and whatnot.”

“That’s exciting!” Zendaya mused, she glanced at the clock and gave her hairdresser some instructions about how much time she had to do hair. “It’s a good thing you guys are already friends. I remember when I filmed ‘The Greatest Showman’ I didn’t know many of the actors personally, so we had to go out together and do press all while being almost strangers. It was a bit nerve wracking.” Zendaya smiled at you fondly, she was like an older sister to you during this whole movie-making process, she constantly had your back.

“Yeah, I mean I’ll probably be in a situation like that at some point, but for my first lead role it’s nice to be working opposite a friend.” You smiled back, finally deciding on the red, sequined dress.

You both sat and worked through the makeup process in comfortable silence.

“So you and Tom…” Zendaya broke the silence and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

“What?” You looked at her with a dumbfounded look, before nervously laughing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb, (Y/N/N).” She poked your arm and laughed, “He’s literally obsessed with you.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. A movie star, and very famous movie star at that, obsessed with you? You? Impossible.

“Yeah no, sorry but you got the wrong girl, babe.” You sighed, pulling out your phone to snap and selfie with her for your instagram story. You quickly snapped a pic of the two of you, her kissing your cheek, leaving a small, faint lipstick mark. “I mean it’d be nice,” you back tracked, “but I’m sure that’s just my wishful thinking.”

“What wishful thinking? I thought you were a pessimist?” Zendaya chuckled, taking her own photo with you to post later.

“I am, but I can’t help but indulge a bit.”

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Before you knew it, you were back in London, staying in a rented out flat for the next three to four months. Harrison was kind enough to come over to help you set up a work space, but he also offered you to spend most of your time at his place. Since Tom was in New York, doing interviews about the new Spider-man movie and having meetings with the Marvel Cinematic Universe team to try and gauge his future in the MCU, he wouldn’t be around for almost a month, so Harrison offered up Tom’s office when you needed to go over a scene by yourself and wanted a place that was already set up.

The days of filming seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Most of your scenes were with Harrison, and he was the perfect scene partner. He rarely messed up, but if he did then he was quick to use it as an opportunity to improvise. His skills weren’t as well honed in like Tom’s, but it was obvious that their style ranged from a similar source.

The main thing about this movie that you were excited, but extremely nervous for, were the two sex scenes. The first one is at the beginning, where the two leads give in to each other for a night, then there's some implied stuff in between, and the last one is when the two leads part ways for the final time at the end of the movie. The first one had to be rough, fast, and needy, whereas the second one was direct to be more slow, thought out, and sensual.

Both were extremely stress-inducing to film. Harrison had also never done any scenes like this before, so he was on the same boat as you. Thankfully you had an amazing director and stunt coordinator to work with and with the help of other crew members, the scenes were mapped out so that it wasn’t too much improv or guessing on your part.

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The first intimate scene you shot actually happened to be the one at the end of the movie. That scene was more tame and dealt with more emotional subtexts than physical. Since you filmed that one first, you went into filming the next one with more confidence. It only took a few days to get the first scene down to perfection, so with this newfound confidence, it shouldn’t take too long to get the next one done.

On the days you shot intimate scenes, you only needed to wear the costume you wore before the scene and then you changed into a robe with nude underwear underneath. The bits with the outfit on before were already shot, so the director called a 30 minute break until you could begin shooting the actual sex part.

You were standing by the snack table, eyes scanning the table for any more muffins leftover from breakfast. The robe you wore made your skin prickle whenever a draft came onto set.

Just as you had found the muffin you were looking for, a pair of warm hands covered your eyes.

“Guess who!” An all too familiar warm, British accentuated, voice called.

You turned around in his arms, effectively nudging his hands from your face, and soon you were met with the warmest hazel eyes. Eyes that you missed so much this past month.

“Tommy!” You squealed and thrusted yourself into him in a hug. He immediately reciprocated it and wrapped your body in warmth. “What’re you doing here?” You asked once you let go of him.

“Harrison gave me the location so I could come watch you film. I just got home, like, two days ago.” Tom eyed you up and down, not realizing what little you had on. “Um—are you wearing anything under that?” He pointed up and down your figure.

“Nope, today and tomorrow we’re scheduled to film the sex scene.” You said casually, doing a silly twirl. Tom gulped.

“A s-sex scene?” He choked, “I didn’t know you guys had one.”

“Yup,” you smirked, “two actually, this is my first one ever, Haz’s too, I think. Well actually, we filmed the sex scene at the end of the movie last week.”

“Yeah… t-that’s cool.” Tom smiled weakly.

Right as you were about to continue your conversation with Tom, an arm swung over your shoulder and pulled you close. Harrison smiled at the both of you. He wore a similar robe to yours, except he left the front open. His plaid boxers on full display.

“Don’t listen to her, Tom. She’s a natural.” Harrison pinched your cheeks. Tom clenched his jaw at the comment. He knew Harrison hadn't meant to imply anything with it, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind the otherwise innocent compliment.

You giggled and pushed his hand away, “Only ‘cus my scene partner is so darn cute.” You retaliated, poking and tickling his pecs.

This kind of goofy banter was normal between you and Harrison, but Tom hadn’t seen either of you in so long. He also had never seen you two interact so fluently with each other. He watched the interaction with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along and shrugging every once in a while to seem like he was paying attention. In reality though, he couldn’t pry his thoughts away from how close you were to Harrison.

“Ok everyone! Places! Let’s wrap this scene up and put it to rest today!” Your director called. You and Harrison smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Harrison pointed to a chair in the room that had a nice view of the set where Tom could watch. Tom nodded and walked over to the chair, enthusiasm for watching you work completely dissipating.

The scene started off rough right off the bat. The second the director said ‘Action!’ you and Harrison were practically pouncing on each other. Harrison had you pressed up against the wall and you were both breathing heavily. He was leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collar bones. Your moans, which Tom always imagined to sound like music to his ears, sounded too real for his liking. But no matter how much he tried to look away, his eyes were glued to the two bodies moving fluidly with one another.

“Cut! Cut!” The director yelled, effectively ending the scene. You and Harrison pulled apart and he gave you a peck on the cheek, as in saying ‘good job’. “That was good, but Harrison,” The blonde nodded, awaiting further instruction. “You gotta be a little rougher, hm?”

Harrison nodded along with the critique. “(Y/N)?” the director moved his attention to you, “would it be okay if Harrison marked you up? Just a few hickeys to really sell the illusion. We can do without, though, if you feel uncomfortable.”

Tom overheard the interaction and internally hoped that you were too uncomfortable for that, but deep down he knew you would do it. You were never the type to stray away from a challenge.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, chest still heaving from the scene. You looked at Harrison. “Is that okay with you?”

Harrison nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, you guys have been working at this scene for days now, but he’d never been rough enough to leave marks. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t invigorate him.

So the scene started from the top, you pressed up against the wall, all your weight shoved between the flimsy wall of the set and Harrison’s strong arms. Harrison did exactly as the director required, leaving noticeable dark spots across the top of your chest. Unlike your previous moans, which had just been for show, this new roughness in his actions tore real moans from your lips.

Tom sat uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he picked a different day to visit you on set. He shifted around, watching twin moans pull from both you and Harrison’s throat. He watched as you nipped at Harrison's ear as he faux thrusted into you. The jealousy that had pitted itself in his stomach soon turned to self-loathing. You looked really into the scene, he couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding. He knew you were a great actress, but he couldn’t believe that this was all acting. In his eyes, he believed that some part of you must wish that this was real. And part of you did like this scenario, but you wouldn’t have picked Harrison to be opposite you in this little fantasy.

Your moans and Harrisons both grew louder, leading up to the climax as scripted. Tom, not wanting to watch anymore exited the set quickly before he could watch the scene end.

You and Harrison finished up, gaining applause and praise afterwards from the director and crew members on set.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked, scrambling back into your robe and smoothing out your now roughed up hair.

Harrison, now noticing the absence of his best friend, began to feel a bit guilty. He knew Tom had a thing for you, maybe he should’ve told Tom not to visit set today.

“Um, (Y/N)?” He mumbled, pulling you aside slightly.

“Yeah?” You still looked around for Tom a bit, heart sinking when you realized that he must've left without saying goodbye.

“I shouldn’t be the one telling you this,” Harrison began, drawing your full attention, “but Tom really likes you. He always downplayed it, so I didn’t realize how much, but I think watching this scene might’ve upset him a bit.” Harrison looked towards the exit, no doubtedly where Tom left through, out into the parking lot.

“Oh—oh!” You gasped, feeling terribly for having put Tom in such an awkward position. “I didn’t know he felt the same.” You whispered, smiling softly to yourself. Guess Z was right after all. You pulled away from Harrison, “I’ll go talk to him.”

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Tom didn’t go far. He still wanted to be there to support you; he didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick, but he couldn’t keep watching that intimacy between you and his best friend. He sat on the curb outside of the building the set was built in. A few people passed him going to their designated buildings on the lot, but he didn’t pay any mind to them, too lost in his thoughts. He needed to tell you sooner rather than later how he felt. No time to be a pussy anymore.

“Tom?” You walked up next to his sitting figure, still only in a robe, tightly wrapped around you. He looked up to acknowledge you, mumbling a soft ‘Hey.’ before looking back down, trying to collect his thoughts and courage. It’s now or never.

You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Harrison told me something interesting in there,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “about you.”

Tom’s head shot up, and he looked at you with frantic eyes, only imagining the worse. There were too many things Harrison could’ve told you about Tom to sully your image of him.

“Whatever it was, he's a lying prick!” Tom rushed out.

You giggled, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes boring into yours.

“That’s a shame then,” You shrugged, “considering I like you too.”

Tom breathed out a sigh of relief, before looking back at you, doing a double take.

“Wait, what?”

“Mhm, yeah.” You said casually, standing up. “But since Harrison’s a liar then I suppose he was wrong.” You teased.

“No!” Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back next to him, but his aim was a bit off and you ended up in his lap. “He lies about a lot, but not about this.”

You smiled at him, “I should hope not, considering I’m crazy about you.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face, but then he noticed the marks left on you by Harrison. Remembering why he was insecure in the first place, he looked away.

“What about Harrison?” He asked. You looked at him utterly confused. Tom caught on and explained further. “You looked like you were really into that scene with him.”

You giggled and pinched Tom’s cheek, turning it red. “I’m an actress, you idiot.”

Tom scoffed, “I know that. It’s just— I didn’t realize you could fake that kind of love.”

You looked at Tom’s downcast face. You leaned in and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. You nipped and sucked softly, leaving a nice, dark pink blotch that would go away in a few days under his jaw and he whimpered softly.

“I’d never fake that kind of love with you.” You grabbed his face, holding it gently in your hands. “I’d never have to.” You whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and sweet.

Tom pulled you closer, resting a hand on the small of your back, kissing back fervently.

The short make-out session being cut short by the door to the set bursting opened. Harrison rushing out, now dressed in slacks and a white button up for the next scene you needed to shoot that day.

“(Y/N)! Hair and makeup need you.” You lugged yourself off of Tom’s lap, promising to talk to him after you finished for the day. You went back inside, jokingly blowing a kiss to Harrison on your way.

Harrison stayed outside and sat next to Tom.

“Did she confess first?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yup.” Tom smiled happily, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick he saw you put on earlier.

“You owe me 10 pounds then, you wimp.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Tom groaned, promptly pulling ten pounds out of his wallet and handing it to Haz.

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Okay so looks like we’re gonna do the prompt ideas and dialogues!

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hey i have a request where the reader and tom holland are good friends. and suddenly the reader passes away in an accident like drowned and tom finds out through social media? thank you

Accident ~ Tom Holland

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warnings: mentions of death, drowning, sad tom :(

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Tom collapsed onto his bed or rather the hotel one. He had been stuck in America for weeks filming for a new movie which he usually would be ecstatic about but not this time. He always misses his family while away - his friends too - but this time was different. All the things he was missing was intensified, which is why he found himself calling his friend, y/n, at four in the morning.

Y/n lived back in London, which is where they met. Tom had walked into a pub around the corner from his house having already done pre-drinks with Harrison there - he was slightly buzzed. He made his way to the bar ordering a round of drinks for him and Harrison but stopped when his eyes met yours. You were dressed casually - in jeans and a shirt - which differed from the girls surrounding you. Your friends or rather coworkers dressed up for this trip to the pub and coincidentally didn't tell you. You didn't really want to be there and that was clear to Tom even from across the room.

"Hey, are you okay?" Tom walked towards you as your friends vacated the area.

"Uh yeah. Having a ball," Tom quirked his eyebrow at you, "Okay so maybe I'm lying." He chuckled at you and nodded offering to pay for your drink refill.

And from then onwards you were close. You became such a regular in his life that even his fans knew and adored you. And if he could admit it to himself he adored you as well. Fans often speculated whether your relationship was platonic or not which you and Tom always thought was so funny. You loved and cared for each other as friends and whether it would develop into something else in the future was a whole other story - one Tom was hoping he could visit.

The phone rang a few times before you answered offering Tom your beautiful voice. "Hey, Tommy."

"Hi love," he groaned feeling the lasting effects of a 12-hour working day.

"You tired?" you giggled.

"So tired," He mused, "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine Tommy. Jus' getting ready and stuff," you sat down at your kitchen table and looked at the clock realising what time difference it would be, "Tommy what time is it there?"

"Uh four-ish," He sheepishly admitted laughing when he heard your disappointed sigh.

"You need sleep," You insisted.

"I know I know. I just wanted to talk to you," Your heart warmed at his words.

"Well, then I suppose it's okay then," You bit back a smile, "How is everything over there?"

"Boring," Tom confessed, "I miss everything. I miss mum and dad. I miss Paddy and Harry and Sam. I miss Tessa. I miss you."

"I know, sweetheart, I miss you too. We all do. But you will be back soon. What is it two more weeks now?"

"Yeah, well less than," he exhaled, somewhat more cheerfully.

"See it's not long now. Don't be such a downer, Holland. You're forgetting you are doing your dream job - something people would kill for. So enjoy it... for me?"

"Yeah alright then," He gave in, "How's everything over there?"

"Ugh, stressful. My boss is being a prick as usual. Plus I heard from Stephanie that she thinks I'm getting fired soon," You unravelled.

"Don't say that, love. How could they fire you? You're the best... wait hold on what do you even do?"

Chuckling you responded, "I honestly have no clue either Tommy. Maybe that's why I'm going to get fired."

Tom laughed, "Well maybe that's for the better, aye?"

"Yeah maybe," You beamed, "well anyways I gotta go on a run now. So I'll call you back later, alright? Get some rest in the meantime."

"Sure thing, love," He sighed not wanting to hang up.

"You better get some sleep, Holland, and not just lie to me while scrolling through Instagram. It's not clever and you don't even hide it well."

"I know I'm sorry," He snickered, "I promise I'll get some sleep. Enjoy your run."

"Thanks, Tommy," You got up from your spot.

"I love you, y/n," Tom told her.

"Love you too, Tommy. Now go to sleep," You commanded.

"Okay night. Be safe."

Sighing Tom's eyes fluttered open. The blinding sun ushered in through his curtains - yet another thing he missed about home, the lack of sun. He thoroughly rubbed his eyes of his restlessness and struggled up only to settle back down again realising he didn't have to be at set for another 3 hours. Tom reminisced his conversation with you, vaguely remembering how you were to phone him back later. He checked his phone only to see a missed call from every number he had but yours. Tom shook of the peculiarity and opened Instagram.

He scrolled for a moment passing the average photo of either some Instagram models or one of his castmates but what caught his eye was a picture of you. It was one he took when you went to the beach together. Tom thought you looked stunning - he still does. He scrolled down to the caption it consisting of a sentence that would haunt him to this day, 'found dead.' Instantly he dropped his phone. It was a joke. It had to be a joke. Tom retrieved the device, looking at the account - it was a newspaper for his local area, a trusted one. And certainly, one that wouldn't sprout fake news like this.

The panicked man clicked into the comment section. Many of the comments were his fans sending their condolence and saying how much your death affected them. But one stuck out it was of a friend of yours she said how messed up it was that you were gone. Still, Tom couldn't admit it to himself. You just couldn't be dead. He spoke to you only hours before so what happened between now and then. How could this of happened? Why?

The familiar tune of his ringtone sounded in the eerily quiet room, it was his mum. "Mum?" He cried into the phone, "I-is it true?" Nikki and you had been close and she always favoured you over some of his other friends. She didn't even have to ask what he meant because she knew. Having no close family in the area the Hollands were the only thing close enough. And the police thought that was enough to show up at their house that afternoon and tell them the news. 'A freak accident' is what they said, 'she fell', 'drowned', 'gone'.

The whole family had been trying Tom for the entire day Nikki only getting lucky now, "Y-yes it is." The older woman shut her eyes as her sons sob's found their way down the phone. "I'm so sorry, baby," She attempted to console.

"I-i don't understand. H-how? Why? God no this is a joke. It has to be a joke. Y/n isn't dead, she can't be," Tom wailed.

"Tom please listen to me-”

"No Y/n isn't dead," He persisted breaking his mother's heart further.

"Y/n is gone, baby. I'm so sorry." The following minutes after consisted of Tom breaking down beyond consolidation. Nikki struggled to listen as he sobbed. She never thought something like this would happen. She never thought she'd have to hear her son in such a state.

"H-how?" He croaked finally.

"She went for a run a-and took a fall. Oh god... she landed in the water-"

"No. no. no. no. Stop lying she can’t. Mum please she can’t be," He begged, "I just spoke to her. She was okay. She was fine. She was going out-," He paused, "She was going on her run before I hung up. God mum it's my fault, isn't it? If I stayed on the call longer? If I told her to stay instead. Mummy, it's all my fault. Y/n's dead because of me."

"Tom no, baby. It was an accident. it was not your fault it never will be," Tom snapped his eyes shut picturing her there alone, struggling, "Come home okay Tom? I spoke to Harrison he's spoken to the director and you're allowed to come home. Harrison is on his way, alright?"

"R-right," He whimpered and hung up. Tom sat back leaning his head on the bedpost. The tears refused to stop as his eyes became clouded with memories of you. He didn't understand and he couldn't imagine ever being able to. You couldn't be just dead. No, you had so much going for you. You had a future. You had a future with Tom even.

Harrison showed up soon after, distraught by the news, but Tom said nothing. He couldn't. Whatever words he wanted to say was only to you and you were... just gone. You were in heaven hopefully but his pessimistic mind told him otherwise. You were nowhere. Or if you were somewhere it was dark and empty and nowhere near what you deserve.

"It's my fault," Tom finally broke the silence as they boarded the private jet together.

"It's not, Tom. Don't say that," Harrison assured.

"No, it is. I should've done something. I should've stopped this from happening somehow," Harrison shook his head wiping tears from his eyes.

"Don't say that mate, please. There was nothing anyone could've done. It was an accident."

"An accident?" He cried, "No fuck that she deserves more than just a fucking accident. She deserves to be here. Fuck she drowned. Do you know how painful that is? I know. I looked it up. She suffered. On average it takes 4-6 minutes for someone to drown. Y/n had to breathe in water for that long. She had to feel it fill her lungs and take her breath. She had to struggle to fucking breathe. Her head would've turned blue. Her chest wouldn't rise anymore. And she would've been dead. She died in pain. In so much fucking pain. Tell me Harrison how the fuck can you just call that an accident. Because it's more than that it's fucked. It's not what she deserved. She died alone, Harrison. Maybe she thought someone would come and save her. Maybe she thought I would. But no one did. I didn't. Why didn't anyone come and save her? Why didn't I come and save her? How is it fair? H-how-"

"It's okay mate," He pulled Tom close to him. Harrison tried to help him - comfort him in some way but it was no use. Tom carried throughout the entire journey, which just made Harrison cry further.

When they exited the plane Tom's family was waiting for them outside. Nikki ran to Tom straight away, the rest of his family joining soon after. It was killing them all seeing Tom like this. They loved you. Tom loved you. So why did you have to leave them?

"I loved her, mummy."

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