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leetotters · 3 years

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hi i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is few years younger than tom holland ( maybe like 20?? )

note: i did not expect for this to end up being so long and probably senseless to some readers lmao but i tried. blame it on the lack of sleep and the unwanted essays i have to complete!

warnings: age gap, some dirty talk at the end, bad writing!

tom holland x younger!reader

summary: something like request ^

tom and younger!reader and college essays.

A soft smile graced your lips as you felt your boyfriend's hands wrap around your waist, his fingers interlocking with your own as he guided them away from your computer and binders which were scattered across the large bed.

"We have to leave soon love, Haz just called said he's already at the restaurant." He mumbles into your hair as he sweetly pecks your forehead.

You only hum, eyes wandering over the notes before you as you attempt to find the minor errors hidden within the multitude of words.

"Darling.. you need to go and shower or else we'll be late." Tom chuckles, even though the situation wasn't funny. He knows that you won't tear your gaze from the computer screen until you spotted the fine mistakes. He knew how important and serious you were when it came between college and essays, yet he couldn't help but at least try to pull you away from the eye blinding screen.

When you ignore his words and continue to sway your body side to side, he gently tugs you away by your hand, his figure plopping on top of your own as you tried to release yourself from his grip.

"Tom get off of me! I have to finish that by today or else-" He presses his lips to your open ones, seeing as it was the only way to shut you up. "I know what you're doing Holland." You muttered against his lips, not finding the energy in yourself to pull away. His lips moving together with your own somewhat comforting and distressing for you.

Tom laughs, pulling away from you as you bite his lower lip. "Got to admit though, i'm pretty good at distracting people." He raises his head so he was able to run his nose along the apple of your cheek. Tom could feel you calming at the touch, the tense, worrisome look on your face replaced with your natural, soft features.

"How about we cancel dinner with the boys hm? We can spend the rest of the night by ourselves, no Harrison, no twins and no computer. Just you, me and Tessa." Tom proposed, running his hands along your sides as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I really do like the sound of that," you trailed off, brushing your hands through his curls, the thought of your unfinished essay slipping your mind as you agreed.

tom and younger!reader telling niki and dom about their relationship.

Tom was one happy man when he walked up the front steps of his childhood home, his grin even wider when he glanced beside him, to see you, mirroring his enthusiastic grin that hadn't left his lips since you both arrived in the lovely city.

"They're going to love you, darling." Tom smiles, kissing your cheek as he goes forward to unlock the door. The footsteps behind becoming more audible as the door finally swings open, revealing Tom's parents with warming smiles on their face.

"Mom! Dad!" Your boyfriend exclaims in utter joy, the interaction before you making your heart do multiple flips, you knew how much pain Tom held being away from his family. As he pulls back, he brings you forward, his hand soothingly placed on your waist.

"Meet my girlfriend, y/n." He introduces, eyeing the surprise expressions on his parent's faces.

"Nice to meet you, Miss and Mister Holland."

You held in a breath at the look you receive from his mom, it was a simple pursed lips before it soon contorted to a small smile, it reminded you of Tom's.

"Welcome, why are we standing out here, come in!" She laughs, pulling you by your hand as she guides you inside. "I'm Niki and this shy man over here is my husband, Dom." She says, offering you a seat on the sofa as she takes the single couch to the side.

"She knows your name, mom." Tom chuckles, plopping down beside you, his hands quickly finding your own. "Where's Paddy?" He asks.

"Out," Dom answers. "So how'd you two meet?" He inquired as he hands his son and yourself a bottle of beer.

"I can't drink yet." You decline, a shy smile on your lips as you notice the older couple reaction.

"How old are you dear?" Niki asks, giving Tom side eyes as he gulped his drink.

"I'm twenty years old, miss." You answer, fiddling with Tom's hand as he tried to calm your shaking leg.

Niki doesn't react, she simply clears her throat and repeated Dom's question, her tone still pleasant making you a little less tense.

"Oh, funny story actually, we bumped into each other on his set, literally." You laugh, recalling the day. "He was running in his hero suite and I guess we were both too distracted to notice the other passing by."

"Yeah, it wasn't my fault though, I was rehearsing my scene and someone here- might I add snuck onto set with her friend trying to snap photos of her favorite superhero and bumped into me." Tom joked, earning giggles and a light shove from you.

"And you know I still didn't get my picture with Doctor Strange," You pouted, the once awkward atmosphere now hearty.

"Wait, isn't Peter Parker you favorite?"

"Uh yeah." You hesitantly nod.

The action made both Niki and Dom chortle as their son immediately feign hurt by your words. They watch how you were quick to wrap your arms around him, pecking his head a few times as you apologized.

"That's one unique story," Dom spoke, a grin on his lips as you two broke apart. "When did you start dating?"

"It'll be a year next month." Tom remarks, he couldn't believe it had already been an entire twelve months.

"Quite some time together and you managed not to tell us?" Niki gasps playfully knowing her son was somewhat known for spoiling things.

"That really is surprising," you add, nudging his side, however you knew the precautions he took to keep you away from the media and fans. He wanted you all to himself, he wanted to secure you from the judgmental statements and privacy invading paparazzi for as long as he could.

"I don't spoil everything!" He defended.

"I don't mean to pry here but are you in college dear?" Niki speaks up, the question was itching in her throat for quite some time.

"Yes, my second year actually. I'm majoring in neuroscience."

Tom grins at your words, the fact that his girlfriend was a genius only increases the love and admiration he has for you. He knew how much it meant to you, the hours of work and study you put behind books only makes him prouder.

"That's remarkable and for you to be doing this at such a young age is outstanding."

You smile at her words, there were familiar, but hearing it from your boyfriend's mother made you feel a wave of relief and pride.

tom and younger!reader paparazzi photos and gossip articles. (almost caught)

Tom blinked in shock at the article before him, he stared in disbelief, the pictures of you both in his car right below the gossip news atop.

Male actor, Tom Holland (25) also known as the one and only Peter Parker, Spider-Man has been spotted kissing an unknown female while stuck in unmoving traffic.

Fans of the well known actor say it's an old friend while others deny the hot kiss for being a public relationship for the upcoming Spider-Man movie. Some say it's a young college female as students claim to notice the car on campus. Who is this mystery lover?!

He groaned, chucking the device under the duvet before wrapping his arms around your snoozing figure. Even though a splash of rage was fuming inside of him, he couldn't help but smile at your soft breaths and light snores, the peaceful look on your face calming to him.

Tom wished he could've stayed in that particular moment forever, but reality kicked in as soon as he cuddled into your warmth, the sound of his ring tone from his business phone filling the once quiet room.

With a sigh, he reluctantly removed himself from you, tucking you in comfortably and kissing your pouted lips before making his way to the en suite bathroom.

"Hello-" Tom rubbed his eyes, the bags under his droopy orbs begging for a full night rest.

"Don't 'hello' me Tom, did you see the articles?! It's literally three in the morning and I have to wake up to a headline- which is now trending on twitter might I add- let me read the exact words for you. 'Tom Holland and his young sugar baby exiting college campus' and that's not even the worse one!"

Tom didn't respond, the words of his manager deaf to his ear as he heard the headline. He couldn't believe it, a day hadn't even pass and he's already receiving offensive articles about his relationship.

"Ok calm down, does any of the photos capture y/n's face?" Tom asks, the question was hesitant, he only hoped the photos contained nothing more than your back facing the privacy invading cameras.

"No, but i'm positive sure it won't take the media long to find out Tom. They already know what college she attends, it's only a matter of time."

Tom knew his manager was right. It wouldn't take long for the computerized world to figure it out. Hell, for all he knew, they probably already did.

"Tom, where are you baby? come back to bed."

The sound of your soft voice calling for him makes his heart leap. He ends to call with a quick tap and exits the bathroom, the miff look on his face magically vanishing as his eyes land on you, making grabby hands for him to come back in bed.

"I love you." He whispers sweetly, the tip of his nose stroking your cheek as you slowly let sleep overtake you. The events of the morning to come playing in his mind as he thinks of ways to avoid the unwanted reveal of his relationship.

tom gets asked about his relationship status during an interview

It was exactly three weeks before the premiere of Tom's upcoming marvel movie, which also meant that he was scheduled for various interviews with multiple media entertainment companies.

"Out of all the Spider-Man movies you've filmed, which one would you say was your favorite? And why?" the interviewer asked, folding his paper as he read the last words.

Tom scrunched his nose, pondering the question which much thought.

"That's a really hard one mate, you're basically asking me to pick a favorite child," Tom chuckled, looking at the camera with a raised eyebrow and pointing at the interviewer with his finger. "All of them are my favorites, can't just choose one, I literally portrayed my childhood hero mate, all of my movies remind me how far i've reached and what I accomplished in my twenty five years of life."

The interviewer nodded, thanking and shaking hands with Tom as he stood from his seat and exited the room.

It wasn't a minute later when the second person came in, he quickly pulled the chair out as he greeted Tom and took the slip of paper the cameraman held out for him. There was a little short ‘how are you’ between both men before the interview began.

“So Tom, can you give us a little overview of Peter’s relationship with MJ in this new movie, we see that the relationship between both characters has plainly developed from the short clips shown in the trailer..” The interviewer, Nikel, asked with curiosity laced in his voice.

Tom took a deep breath and rubbed his hand together, it was safe to say he was prepared to answer such question. “Yeah, the relationship between Peter and MJ is burgeoning. She is with Peter throughout his identity reveal and they both try to find the best way to move past what Quentin Beck did as a unit.”

“I think the marvel fans would be beyond elated to hear this news,” Nickel laughed making Tom nod his head in agreement. “Is it true that Spider-Man has the ability to woo women?” He jokingly inquired, while the fun little clip between MJ and Peter played on the small screen, with the two on the roof together as MJ read to Peter all about his supposed ‘powers’ including his ability to woo women.

“No man, Peter doesn’t need powers to get the ladies.” Tom quipped, chuckling when MJ called Peter ‘spider lord’.

“What about Tom? Does Tom need powers to woo women? But I have to say the recent paparazzi photos already answers my question..” Nikel stated obviously trying to get information about the actor's current relationship status and hopefully the identity of the mystery 'girl'.

"Have you seen the comments on my instagram posts mate? That surely confirms that I do not need abilities to woo women." Tom answered, avoiding the main point the interviewer was attempting to get at.

"I'm guessing your good boy charm helped you get that college chick of yours?" Nikel chuckled, thinking his sentence would be somewhat funny.

Tom stopped himself from rolling his eyes and instead chose to adjust himself on his seat and sip a bit of water. It was his way of washing down the bitter feeling inside of him and also a way for him not to cause an unwanted scene.

"Enough about me mate, my manager told me this was strictly a movie interview not a personal one." Tom uttered, once again shutting down the query and resuming his interview.

tom and younger!reader date night.

Date nights with Tom in public were rare, as he and you both preferred the safety of his house and also the privacy that came with being cuddled up with your boyfriend while a movie of your choice played on television screen.

However, from time to time Tom would suggest taking you out to fancy restaurants and such just so he could get the opportunity to spoil you. And you weren't one to deny his request.

"Oh my gosh babe, they have that classy red wine I like." You squeal in utter joy showing Tom the menu. "We'll have a bottle of this please." You smile at the waiter, but to your dismay, he had to ask you the question you so ambitiously loathed.

"May I see you ID please ma'am?" He kindly inquired.

"Um it's all right mate, we'll have iced tea." Tom spoke up.

You were suddenly uncomfortable in your own skin, an embarrassing look plastering over your face as the waiter left with a curt nod. A short laugh from your partner makes you glance up.

"Darling it's fine, iced tea is just as good as that wine." Tom tried to convince, placing a kiss on your forehead. "It's not your fault you look so adorable baby. My adorable baby." He smiled.

"I am adorable aren't I?" You joke, whipping your hair to the side dramatically and kissing Tom's lips.

Little did you know, someone was recording the interaction between Tom and yourself.

tom and younger!reader decide not to address relationship rumors.

"Are you sure about this?" Tom questioned for the fifth time that night as you both snuggled into each other's warmth. The only source of light illuminating from his phone screen as his finger hovered over the 'add post' button.

"Yes Tommy," You whine, tired of hearing him repeat the selfsame words. "But we don't have to, I mean i'm completely fine with being your hush-hush sugar baby," you teased, recalling the articles you'd seen after your date.

You found them humorous and uproarious while Tom felt the absolute opposite. He detested the misinformation which was spoken about you on the internet, and with that video of you both in the restaurant, it wasn't long after every one scooped you out.

His manager's words played in his head as he scrolled through the thousands of stories and posts which replaced his standard twitter feed.

Seeing as he didn't falsely laugh like he usually did, you straddled his waist and took the phone out of his hands. "It's fine babe, don't let this sour your mood again please." you beg, kissing the tip of nose softly.

"But if I don't do this y/n, they'll just keep on ridiculing us, they'll continue hating on you and you don't deserve that kind of treatment love." He responds, looking up at you with soft eyes. "We don't deserve that."

"I know," you felt like crying and kissing the fuck out of him at the same time. The way he was with words had you weak on your knees. "It's not our fault Tom and we have to face reality here too. Not everyone is going to be okay with our relationship baby, but at least we know what we are, how much we love each other and cherish the time we have. Even if you do tend to fall asleep at ten."

"I was about to cry until that last sentence." He rolls his eye and pulls you down beside him so he was able to attack you with kisses. "And I do not fall asleep at ten you div!"

"Oh please Thomas, I have pictures to prove you wrong!" you immediately shot back. "You're such an old man sometimes." You playfully said.

"Me? Old? Would an old man be able to make you come multiple times a night darling? Would an old man fuck you so hard that you pass out before you can even study-"

"Shut up, old man." You snort at his dirty words.

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hollandbaby · 6 years

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ok guess which bitch is having to have a blood test but has crippling anxiety and a fear of needles since childhood? that’s right, this bitch :))))))) I’m shitting it

ALSO my ask box is open for any requests, lovelies, don’t be scared to message me :) I’m the least intimidating person ever

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 3 years

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Hey could I request something for Harrison where he’s madly in love with her and gets a little jealous seeing someone flirt with her (can get a little steamy)

Should be me (H.O)

A/n: I wasn't quite sure how steamy a little steamy is.. so I stayed on the safe side lmao.

Anyway, hope you enjoy ☺️

Warnings: swearing, some suggestiveness, alcohol consumption.

Word count: 1.3k

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"Harrison, your face," Tom chuckled at his best mate.

"Huh?" Harrison asked, not having been paying attention.

"You look like you're about to explode mate," Tuwaine added. Harrison glanced back to where you were leaning on the bar counter, talking to the bartender.

"Does it look like she's flirting with him?" Harrison asked. The boys all turned their attention to where you and Harry were standing waiting for your drinks.

"With Harry?" Sam wondered.

"What? No, the barmate," Harrison chuckled.

"Oh, uh I'm not sure. Why does it matter?" Sam asked, eyebrows raised with suspicion.

"I guess it doesn't," Harrison huffed, sliding down a little in his seat. If he was being honest, it did matter, it mattered quite a bit, because if anyone should be flirting with you it was him. He watched as you laughed at whatever the man was saying and nodded along. He felt jealousy raging inside of him, but he could do nothing about it, without you finding out how desperately in love with you he was.

Harry made his way back over, leaving you on your own at the bar. "That guy is persistent," he chuckled as he slid into his seat.

"What do you mean?" Harrison quizzed.

"He asked for y/n's number twice, got shot down twice, and is still shooting his shot," he laughed, glancing back at you.

"You left her over there?" Sam asked.

"No, she said we had to get back to our friends, I didn't even realize she was still standing there till I was halfway back," he told the boys in defense.

Haz wasn't sure exactly what prompted his next decision, but one minute he was sitting and the next thing he knew he was walking up to your side and putting his arm around you. You glanced up at him smiling, thankful to have him by your side, a perfect excuse to get away from the chatty bartender.

"It was nice talking to you but I really do have to get back to my friends," you told him.

"Like I said before, I'll be here if you're ever interested," he shot you a wink, making you wince in disgust. Haz saw the way he made you feel uncomfortable.

"Hey mate, if she said no, that's what that means, no need to make her uncomfortable," Haz told the guy.

"Hey, sorry I was just being friendly," he said, throwing his hands up in defense.

"Yeah well there is a difference between friendly and creepy, learn it." Harrison pulled you away from the bar, and back towards the table.

"What was that?" You asked him.

"What?" He Wondered.

"That look you had when you were talking to him, it was kinda hot," Harrisons cheeks flushed red at your words, he wasn't sure what to do, or say. "thanks for coming to the rescue," you told him, kissing his cheek gently. You slid into your seat, grabbing your drink and joining in on the conversation with the boys.

A few hours had passed, and after many beers and lots of laughs you were ready to go home. "I'm gonna head home boys," you told the group standing up.

"Are you getting a car?" Harrison asked. You smiled and nodded. "Can I come? Make sure you get home safe?"

"Sure prince charming," you giggled as he got up. You waved goodbye to the rest of the boys, blowing them each a kiss before walking towards the front door of the pub. "Car should be here in a few minutes," you told Harrison as you rubbed your arms, which were filled with goosebumps from the chill in the air.

"Cold?" He asked you.

"A bit," you admitted, he walked over hugging you, pulling your body into his. He was warm and smelled amazing. "You were jealous earlier," you told him as you nuzzled your cheek against his chest.

"What?" He asked.

"The barmate, you snapped at him, cause you were jealous, Sammy told me," you giggled.

"I swear that boy has the biggest-" you pressed your finger against his lips shutting him up.

"You know, you don't have to be jealous, one question and I'm all yours Hazzy," you cooed. You watched as his eyes widened, and just as he was about to respond the car pulled up Infront of the two of you. You climbed into the car sliding over to the far side so Harrison had space to sit. The car ride was quiet, and quick. Before you knew it you were back at your flat, your drunk fingers fumbling with the keys to unlock the door.

"Got it!" You cheered pushing your front door open and walking in, Harrison following closely behind. "Ok prince charming, I'm home. Are you staying with me tonight? I'd hate to send you away," you said cheekily.

"Want me to?" He wondered as he sat down in your living room.

"Always," you giggled, as you danced your way to sit next to him on the couch. You sat up, putting your feet in his lap, heels still on and everything. "Take em off?" You asked.

He smiled at you, unclasping the buckle to each heel, pulling them off of your feet, and dropping them on the floor in front of you. He let his hands rest on your ankles rubbing them slightly, but you could tell he was holding something back.

"What's on your mind?" You wondered. He glanced up at you, a small smile on his lips.

"One question?" He repeated your words from before. Your cheeks flushed.

"Haz, you are so smart, but so oblivious," you giggled.

"What? Why?" He laughed. You considered your next move for a few seconds, deciding to just go for it (thanks alcohol). You pushed yourself up and threw one leg over his, so you were straddling him now. You rested yourself on his lap and grabbed onto his shoulders for added balance. "You ever wonder why I never leave the bar with anyone, despite how many people hit on me?" You asked.

"Why?" He asked, bringing his hands up to your waist.

"Cause I was waiting for a total div to realize that I like him, guess I'm just gonna have to make the first move myself though," you shrugged, shooting him a smirk. As you went to lean in for a kiss, he lifted you, flipping you so you were laid out on the couch on your back with him between your legs.

"Wanna know what I was thinking about Tonight?" He asked, his face dangerously close to yours. You nodded your head watching as he stared down at you. "I was thinking about how mad I would be if that loser actually managed to get your number when I couldn't even muster up the courage to tell you how I feel," he said.

"Tell me now," you whispered.

"I'm madly in love with you Y/N. I have been for so long. You drive me crazy. Everytime I see you, I want to pull you in to a kiss, and last week when we were at the hot tub party, I wanted to rip that bikini off of you and take you to my bed and fuck you for hours, untill you couldn't take it anymore," he whispered, leaning farther down.

"Do it now Hazzy," you whispered. He groaned loudly at that. He shook his head, sitting up.

"Not like this, not while we're both drunk. I want you, I want this, but I want you to want this too," he told you. He threw his head back and groaned again. You sat up, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to you.

"You're too good for this world, for me," you giggled, pressing your lips against his in a quick kiss. "Can we cuddle at least?" You asked him.

" 'Course we can," he told you, pulling your body against his. You couldn't wait till tomorrow morning when you were sober, because you knew you wanted him, as much as he wanted you.

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tomthesoftie · 3 years

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her hidden crystal tears

❧ synopsis: keeping a relationship under covers isn’t an easy feat. when a popular, successful jock of a college, who has many obsessive fans, dates an average student, they decide that it’s better to keep their relationship secret due to safety reasons, but when the jock starts to become more ignorant of how their s/o is feeling, what might happen to their barely stable relationship?

❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: angst

❧ warnings: lots of angst (?), petty girl fights technically harassment, crying, pent-up emotions, unhealthy coping

❧ a/n: this is an unedited fic, as always and I didn’t know how to end it because I had two endings in mind. I might write both endings (angst and fluff) or maybe I’ll let you guys suffer lmao I’m kidding I originally was writing a blurb about the reader hiding their emotions/hiding their tears by feigning happiness, but I ended up writing like a 2500+ word fic lmao. also if some shit seems wack, it’s because I posted this on my phone.

alternate fluff ending here: let them flow

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Swerving through the large crowd, you found yourself a seat on the filled bleachers, squeezing to fit in the front rows to spot your boyfriend. Looking about, you located your brunette partner jogging into the field arms raised in the air, pointing towards the crowd you were hidden in. He waved his hand mindlessly, eyes scanning the ocean of screaming schoolmates and “fangirls.” His gaze finally fell on you, and his face lit up, bringing a pink haze to your cheeks as he blew a kiss in your direction. The girls sat beside you screamed out, pretending to catch his kiss and sending one back.

You and Tom decided to keep your relationship under covers, due to the overly obsessive “fangirls.” Both of you knew it would be the best option to keep you safe. If you were ever injured or threatened by one of his “fangirls,” Tom wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Tom held the leather ball in the crook of his arm, with the other pushing his way through the attacking team. Calculating his success, he dove into a touchdown, scoring him and his team the winning point.

The anticipating crowd jumped up, cheering loudly and hugging one another, whereas the visitor team’s crowd let out a loud, mutual sigh of disappointment.

You jumped out of your seat, screaming out your lungs as you stared, wide-eyed, at your beaming boyfriend. His teammates had lifted him into the air, tossing him about. You giggled as he caught your eye, slyly winking at you.

Lost in your own world, you almost ran down to where Tom was before you saw a hoard of girls jumping and reaching their arms out to grab at him. Frowning, you walked away from the crowd to retreat to the warmth of Tom’s car.

You scrolled through the collection of images you and Tom had had together, warmly smiling at the memories. You let out a breathy laugh, selecting on one specific memory: Tom’s head laid on your lap, eyes shut, and lips puckered lightly as he let out even breaths.

The car door beside you opened, shaking you out of your train of thought.

“Hey,” your eyes were met with the blue pupils you weren’t expecting.

“Haz?” You looked behind him, hoping to find your beloved boyfriend.

“Tom — um — he told me to drive you back to the dorms, said he would be heading to the celebratory party,” Harrison explained, eyes shaking with concern and sympathy.

“Oh, I understand,” your smile not quite making it to your eyes.

“He was being hoarded by his,” Haz hesitates, “fangirls. He didn’t want you to get involved.”

“It’s all good, Hazzy. No need to worry about me,” you let out a feigned laugh.

You stepped into the warm building, waving Harrison goodbye. Another football victory, same schedule.

You go to Tom’s game to support and cheer him on, Tom wins, you avoid him, Tom’s “fangirls” hoard him, you wait in Tom’s car, Harrison comes instead of Tom, Harrison brings you back to your dorm while Tom goes to his party, you fall asleep in your own arms: the ‘Tom’s football victory’ schedule, named and created by you.

To say the least, you weren’t fond of the last half of the schedule. You always were left alone to celebrate Tom’s victory on your own, while Tom was doing who-knows-what at the afterparty.

In full honesty, you were slowly growing tired of hiding your affection for one another. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold onto this style of dating. If the pair of you were going to date, you would date publicly and however you wanted, whether it meant risking your safety or not. Besides, you weren’t some helpless girl that doesn’t and can’t protect herself.

The next day, you woke up with an aching head and puffy eyes. Groaning, you looked into your mirror located at the corner of your room. You flinched at the sight of your pink, tear-stained cheeks and tangled, mop hair. Pushing yourself off the soft mattress, you stumbled into your bathroom, prepping a warm shower to start your day off fresh.

With your laptop and notebook resting in your arms, against your chest, you made your way to your next lecture. You walked sluggishly across the large campus, occasionally catching a glimpse of passing football team members.

A specific group you walked past caught your attention. You saw the familiar brunette curls in your peripheral vision, immediately making you turn your gaze towards it. You saw his warm smile as he chuckled with his group of friends, some of his “fangirls” giggling along with the group.

There Tom stood, laughing and joking about with his peers, radiating happiness. He was basking in the attention he received from his friends and “fans.”

You tried to catch his eye, and you swore you did for a split second, but he only walked past you as if you weren’t even there. Not even a hidden smile or wink of acknowledgment was sent your way.

Your walking came to a stop as you frowned at your boyfriend’s back. You wanted to shout out his name, call for his attention. You wanted to nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his scent. You wanted to look into his chocolate-pooled eyes, see the twinkle of adoration as he stared at you. Nevertheless, you couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything with Tom in public, for you were just another girl on campus, trying to get by, and Tom was the successful jock with a bright future ahead.

You walked into the large room, taking a seat, conveniently, in front of Tom. This time, you were the one to not spare him a single glance, albeit he probably wasn’t expecting or looking for one.

You tried your best to listen and focus on the lecture, but the consistent whispers behind your back began to nag at your patience. You leaned your down further into your notes, as if it could fix the slowly kindling fire in you. Checking the clock, you saw that only five minutes of the lecture had passed, and your professor had barely said anything.

“Five minutes? I swear it felt like half of the lecture had gone by. And the professor. I swear he had just said like tons of important information,” you muttered to yourself under your breath, catching a few students’ gazes.

You gently pounded a fist into your temple, forcing your attention onto the lined sheets of paper on your desk. You expected to see notes, not illegible scribbles. You silently groaned, switching the sheet for a new, clean page. You took a deep breath and began jotting down the key points of the presentation that was being projected onto the large whiteboard.

A feminine voice cleared their throat beside you, “Excuse me.”

You looked up from your work, a glare on your face as you were pulled out of your focus once again.

“Can I help you?” You asked, irritated.

“Uh, yes, you can. You can help me by moving yourself to that seat over there,” she pointed at an empty seat across the room, “and giving this,” she placed her hand on the desk, atop you notes, “seat to me.”

You scoffed, “And why should I?”

“Oh, honey,” you cringed at the nickname, “Tommy, here,” she nodded towards Tom, “shouldn’t have to suffer by looking at your terrible hair. Like, honestly, do you even care for your looks?”

You were practically fuming in your seat, but to avoid trouble, you responded with a monotonous voice, “I’m sure “Tommy” can take care of himself. Spare us both the inconvenience, and go sit yourself on that empty seat because if you couldn’t tell, I’m occupying this spot.”

“Who do you think you are?” She shouted, hand crumpling your notes.

Furrowing your brows, you grabbed at your notes, hoping to spare them.

“Move your ugly ass before I kick you off this seat,” she threatened, pulling you by your hair.

The professor stopped talking, glaring at the pair of you. You took it as a sign to shut up and not fight back.

Fist clenching, nails creating red crescents in your palm, you stood up, pushing the girl off of you, ignoring her gasp. You grabbed your notes and laptop, turning to see if Tom would defend you, but when you saw his passive expression, you let out a quiet laugh of disappointment, carrying yourself to the back of the room.

For the rest of the class, you stood in the back, writing your notes with blurry, tear-filled vision. Although you were still in shock due to the event that had unfolded minutes into the lecture, you wouldn’t let it falter how you were doing in school.

As soon as you were dismissed, you bolted out of the room, heading to your safe haven on campus.

Not many people, if any, knew about the hidden garden located within the campus’s vast park. You had only discovered it by accident when you were a freshman looking for your way around campus.

The first thought you had when you walked in was that you were transported into a different dimension. Thinking back on it, you were naive to think that, but you were still justified. Anyone would think such a beautiful place couldn’t belong to the aggressivity and rashness of this world. The variant shades of light green and pastel pink flowers growing between the weeds of grass gave the place a heavenly feeling, followed by the mist that sparkled under the sunlight.

You dropped yourself at the thick tree’s stump, letting your notes and laptop slip out of your grasp. You cried into your knees, pouring out all of your stresses. Your breaths were short and heaved, occasional hiccups bubbling from your lips. Your sobs slowly lulled you closer to sleep, emotional and physical fatigue catching up to you. That is, until you heard the recognizable clang of the door handle hitting against the wooden door.

“Darling,” the accented voice you longed to hear spoke up.

Quickly wiping away your tears and sniffling away any evidence of your sorrow, you stood up, “Tommy!” A feigned smile lay on your supple skin as you ran over to your boyfriend, embracing him in your arms, “What’s up?”

“Are you alright? I’m sorry I didn’t speak up for you during class. I should’ve told that girl to get her hands off you,” he stroked your hair, “She didn’t hurt you, did she?”

Letting a pained giggle out, you shook your head, “Nope, I’m fine. You know how strong I am.”

“I really, really did want to speak up, but you know that we should keep our relationship under covers, for your sake,” he spoke gently, placing a kiss on your head.

You scowled into his shirt but kept up your cheerful facade, chirping, “Mhm, safety.”

“I knew you’d understand,” he sighed. His hold on you weakened, “I should get going, though. The group will start to wonder where I’ve gone.”

You frowned, pulling away from him.

“Don’t be like that, darling,” he cooed, “I’ll come over tonight. Don’t worry.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Of course, as you always do.”

His brows furrowed at your sudden mood shift, “What are you on, darling?”

“Oh, nothing,” you chirp, hopping back to the tree, collecting your notes and laptop. “Go ahead, meet with your friends. Leave me behind like you always do,” you murmur the last half.

“Love?” His voice neared you, and you barely registered the stray tears betraying you, rolling down your peachy cheeks.

Quickly bringing up a hand to wipe the wetness away, you keep your back facing Tom.

“Shouldn’t you be going? Don’t want your friends to worry,” you laughed, lightly. A hand placed itself on your shoulder, the sudden contact startling you. “You scared me, Tommy. You shouldn’t do that,” you giggle, hiding your true emotions, “You know how easily scared I am.”

“Darling, can you look at me?” He asked, quietly, concern lacing his tone.

“What for, Tommy?” You inquired, nervously laughing.

“You’re acting quite… strange,” he explained.

“No need to worry about me, bubs. I’m as peachy as always,” you quipped, shoulders bouncing in emphasis.

“I’m giving you one more chance to turn, or I will do it for you,” he said, sternly.

You stayed, unmoving, forcing Tom to turn you with his raw strength. At first, you tried to fight it, but you came to the revelation that there was no way you could overpower him.

When you met his warm, liquid eyes, you felt your own tear up, and suddenly, your shoes were an intriguing sight.

“Baby, please look at me,” he whispered, hands rubbing up and down your arms.

You shook your head in denial, trying to keep your weakness hidden.

“It breaks me to see you this way,” he lifted your face with a finger to your chin. His thumb moved to wipe away your crystal tears.

“Then leave,” you hissed, weakly.

“W-What?” Tom stuttered at the unforeseen reply.

“I’m tired, Tom. I’m tired of hiding, of you ignoring me and me, you. How long are we going to do this? It’s so stupid, all of it,” you dropped your head again, this time of fatigue.

“B-But, you know why we’re doing this-” you cut him off.

“I know, and I can’t help but think that this was a stupid choice,” you motioned between the two of you, “You’re barely around me, and on campus, you don’t even acknowledge me. On the slim chance I do have you to myself, it can only last for so long. At this point, it feels like we’re not even together.”

“I-I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?” Fear filled his eyes as the pit in his stomach became more and more noticeable.

“I think it would be better if-” you stuttered in a breath, “if we took a break.”

“Why? Just because we’re hiding our relationship? You know why I- we chose to keep it secret,” he rushed out his words, hands gripping yours.

“Do I? Do I really? Today was display enough that even though we act like we don’t know each other, I’ll still get harassed by those “fans” of yours. Not to mention, you saw it all unravel, and what did you do? Nothing. There’s no practicality to keeping our relationship hidden because either way, some “fans” will go overboard no matter who the person. Also, I think I showed that I can defend myself from crazy people when I pushed that girl off of me today,” you spoke, ferocity and resentment spurring you on.

“I know I messed up when I didn’t help you, but I thought about our relationship-” you scoffed.

“So what? Even if we weren’t in a relationship, you should’ve helped a girl out. Especially when she’s getting harassed because of you,” you jabbed a finger into his chest.

“Tell me how to make it better. I want to make it better. Don’t end us, please,” he begged, gripping your hand tighter.

“Stop, Tom. I told you that I want to take a break. Besides, it won’t be any different to how our normal relationship is,” you laughed. Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you walked away, “Now, I won’t have to waste any tears on you anymore.”

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Hate how the term "tracking pixel" has become almost normal, because if you called it "the 1x1 px image we load on every page to track you in a way you can't avoid without breaking the website" i feel like people would be more mad about it's existence

#lmao shut up haz #one of my works clients is obsessed with tracking customers for god knows what reason

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lauras-collection · 3 years

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✮ electric love | part 1 ✮

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader | fwb!roommates au

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Summary: Living with your best friends Tom and Harrison is all fun and games until one drunken night alone with Harrison, you give in to your attraction to him. You tell yourself you should leave it at that, forget about the night you spent with him and move on to not ruin your friendship, but neither of you can stay away from each other. So without considering the possible consequences, you make a deal. But how are you supposed to keep your shenanigans from Tom? And how are you supposed to not break the number one rule of an arrangement like this: do not fall in love.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ [protected sex, drunk sex], alcohol consumption and being drunk, reader and Haz being horny idiots? (this kinda goes for the whole series lmao)

A/N: Ahhh I'm so excited for this (mini) series!! I hope you guys like it!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Growing up, your dream was to go to university and have the time of your life with your best friends. It wasn’t until about a year ago that that dream started to become a reality. You and your best friends Tom and Harrison all got accepted to the same university. A university all three of you had dreamed of going to for years. So without having to think twice about it, you registered for the fall semester and started looking for a flat together.

You’d had countless sleepovers with the two boys, and went on holiday together, so you had an idea of what you were signing up for moving in with them. They weren’t neat freaks but knew how to keep a place clean. That was all you were asking for. No way were you going to be their maid and clean up after them.

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was that the harmless attraction you had felt towards Harrison for a while now got increasingly more prominent. Yours and Harrison’s friendship and the way you interact with each other had always been flirty. But ever since your final months in school you’d been a little confused by your feelings towards Harrison. You never did anything to explore those feelings, though. He’s your best friend, and there are always consequences when you cross that line with a friend. You told yourself it’s just a phase.

Anyway, living with Harrison presented itself as more of a challenge than initially anticipated. The guy has no shame running around the flat half-naked. Neither does Tom, but that doesn’t affect you in the way that it does with Harrison. Both of them are attractive, yes, but your belly does somersaults whenever you get the slightest view of Harrison’s naked skin. You hate it. And you start to wonder if moving in with him was as good of an idea as you thought.

Besides the inner turmoil, you’ve honestly gotten used to over the past couple of months, living with Tom and Harrison is a blast. You always have someone to talk to, to vent about how annoying uni homework can be, and always someone to cheer you up at the end of a stressful day.

Whenever one of the three of you is down, the other two are always there to make it better.

Tom had taken up a bartending job a couple weeks into the first semester, which ended up being beneficial to all of you. For Tom, the obvious benefit was earning money, for you and Harrison, it was discounted drinks. The pub he worked at quickly became your go-to spot even when Tom wasn’t working.

Right now, however, Tom was working and you and Harrison didn’t feel like going out. There’s no party or at least none that you are interested in going to, so you decide to throw your own little private party. And by private you mean no guests, you couldn’t be bothered to clean up after dozens of people who don't give a crap what they keep lying around.

Plus, both of you had a stressful week with tests and deadlines, and you’re looking forward to just chill for a bit. Harrison got the booze, and you took care of the snacks and movies, so now you’re sitting on the couch watching one of the most ridiculous horror films you’ve ever seen while guzzling down one can of cider after the other.

"Oh my gosh, no! Don’t go in there!” You shout at the TV, not that it makes any type of difference. “And he went in there. And now he’s dead.” You say matter of factly, causing Harrison to laugh.

“He’s not dead yet.” He points out, but it doesn’t take long for the music to get more intense. And ten seconds later, the guy on screen is, indeed, dead. You give Harrison a look, but he just keeps laughing.

“Why are people in horror films always so stupid? Wouldn’t it be much scarier if they were super smart and always did the right thing and end up getting killed anyway?”

“But then you wouldn’t be shouting at the TV. Don’t you think it’s kind of cathartic?” Harrison asks with a raised brow, “Honestly, I feel like you’re bottling up all your frustrations and then let them all out when we’re watching horror films.” You can see the amusement in his face, and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“Shut up.” You throw a pillow at him, which he, unfortunately, catches. Watching bad horror films was sort of your and Harrison’s thing. Tom wasn’t really a fan of them, so whenever he was gone, it was an unspoken rule that you and Harrison would be watching a horror movie that evening. There might be a limited amount of good horror movies, but for every good one, there were at least fifty bad ones.

“You want another drink?” Harrison asks as he gently moves your feet out of his lap and gets up from the sofa. He picks your empty can up from the coffee table and takes it to the kitchen along with his own empty can of beer.

“Yes, please!” You call after him even though your living area is an open space, so you can still see him as he opens the fridge. “There's only so much I can take while being sober.”

“You’ve already had two drinks, there’s no way you’re still sober.” Harrison chuckles, plopping down on the sofa next to you before handing you a new can of cider.

You make an undistinguishable noise as you open the can and take a sip.

An hour later, you’re both proper drunk. The movie has long since been over, but neither of you have been bothered to turn off the TV or put on a different movie. Harrison is slouched next to you, his arm loosely thrown over your shoulder, his fingers playing with your hair as he watches you intently while you try to explain to him why you think that one of your professors is actually working undercover for the MI6.

"It makes complete sense! Why else would he be late and unprepared all the time, huh?"

Harrison just raises his eyebrows “Maybe he doesn’t take his job very seriously?”

“No, he takes his job too seriously. Because he’s a secret agent for MI6 and spends his whole time fighting the bad guys instead of preparing his lessons!”

“But didn’t you say he’s undercover? Why would he neglect his teaching if that’s part of his job for MI6?”

“Shhhh” You shush him, placing your pointer finger over his lips “Don’t question my logic”

Harrison gently wraps his hand around yours to pull it away from his mouth.

“I’m sorry to say this, but there isn’t much logic behind that theory, love.”

“You’re mean” You push your bottom lip forward in a pout.

“I’m not! I’m just stating facts here” He’s still holding your hand in his and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of your skin that’s touching his. So in an attempt to stop the shivers running down your spine, you try to pull your hand out of his hold, but his grip just tightens. When you look up, he’s already looking at you, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” You ask your voice barely above a whisper.

“Nothing” He shrugs his shoulders, the corner of his mouth kicking up into a smirk. And then he tugs on your hand, pulling you on top of him, and in a movement that has your head spinning, he rolls both of you over so he’s now hovering above you. You don’t even have the chance to say anything before he’s got his hands on your sides, tickling you.

“Oh my god, Haz, no” You press out between laughs, your stomach already starting to hurt. You try to curl up into yourself to get away from his wiggling fingers, but it’s no use, Harrison’s got you pinned down.

You hadn’t even been aware that he’s positioned between your legs, and the sudden realisation makes your breath catch in your throat. You try to get a grasp on his arms to push him away, get him to stop tickling you, but he’s too strong, taking your hands and pinning them above your head. The motion has his face only inches from yours, his breath hitting your lips, and it takes everything in you to keep still. The air between you is charged, his eyes flitting over your face, and you can feel his chest touch yours with every breath.

By now, he’s completely covering your body on the couch, and all you want to do is wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer into you. But you can’t move, kept in place by Harrison’s pale blue eyes. And then everything happens so quickly it takes your breath away.

Harrison makes a noise in the back of his throat, and then his lips are on yours. He takes your top lip between his, then your bottom lip and then you’re finally registering what’s happening and lean up, chasing his lips.

His grip on your wrists loosens, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as you open your mouth, inviting him in deeper. You bury your hands in Harrison’s soft hair, tugging on his dark blond curls.

Harrison groans and rolls his hips into yours, and the feeling of him against you makes you throw all caution into the wind. You’re overcome with desire. With a swift but clumsy movement, you tug his shirt over his head.

Meanwhile, Harrison’s hands have also found their way under your shirt, his fingertip trailing over your skin, causing goosebumps to rise wherever he’s touching you. Your breathing’s uneven as he moves his lips to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses all over your skin.

Arching your back you press yourself closer to him and wrap your legs around him. You run your hands over his toned back, feeling his muscles contract with each of his movements.

It’s been a while since you’ve been touched like this. And all of the sexual frustration you’ve been bottling up is threatening to spill over with the way Harrison’s hands are caressing your skin.

It almost feels like your brain shuts off completely when Harrison finds your sweet spot and starts sucking on it. You feel a tingling sensation in your lower belly, and then your clit’s throbbing, and you lose all sense of rational thinking.

“Fuck me” The words leave your lips without you even realising, and for a moment both you and Harrison pause. He lifts himself up to look at you, searching your face. And he must’ve found whatever he was looking for because in the next second his grip on you tightens, and then your shirt is pulled over your head.

“Gorgeous” The word falls from his lips with a hushed breath, as if he’s in awe, his eyes roaming over your half-naked body.

With frenzied movements, you both undress, not without getting tangled a couple of times. But then you’re naked, and if your mind wasn’t so foggy with desire, you would take a moment to appreciate Harrison’s handsome form as he positions himself between your legs. He’s got his hard cock in his hand about to enter you when he pauses.

“Fuck. I need to get a condom”

You let out a soft whine, but Harrison is back so quickly you hadn’t even really registered he was gone.

With one hand on your bent knee, he runs his fingers through your slick folds and lets out a low hiss.

“You’re so wet, this all for me?” You can hear the cocky smirk in his voice, and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes.

“Yes, now please fuck me already.”

And then you feel his tip against your entrance. Harrison doesn’t give you much time to prepare as he starts pushing into you. You’re not complaining though, the feeling of his girth stretching you out is better than anything you’ve ever experienced.

When he’s completely inside of you, he halts his movements, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“So tight” He murmurs against your skin, then places a sloppy kiss on your shoulder. Your cunt is throbbing, and in an attempt to get him to move, you roll your hips against his, causing Harrison to curse. “Fuck, you’re needy, aren’t you?”

You don’t grant that with an answer, and you don’t need to because the next thing you know, Harrison starts thrusting, moving in and out of you, his movements getting quicker and quicker every time he enters you.

The living room is filled with the sounds of skin hitting skin and breathy moans.

“Right there” You throw your head back with a groan when Harrison’s cock grazes your g-spot, and then Harrison seems hellbent on hitting it over and over and over again until you can’t think straight anymore. Your whole body is tingling, the coil in your stomach about to snap as you try to spread your legs even further, to feel him deeper.

You barely notice Harrison’s strained groans as he places his thumb on your clit. The sudden stimulation makes you cry out, your walls spasming around his cock as your release washes over you in shuddering waves.

You dig your fingernails into whatever you can hold onto as you cum around Harrison’s cock.

Your release pushes him over the edge as well, his cock twitching inside you as he orgasms with a deep groan.

You both need a moment to catch your breath. Your skin is sticky with sweat, but you don’t have the energy to get up and take a shower. Especially not with Harrison sprawled on top of you.

He pulls out of you, and before you can even register the cold air around you, he pulls the blanket from the back of the couch and covers you with it. He tugs on his boxers and gets up, probably to dispose of the condom, before he joins you back on the couch.

He squeezes himself between you and the back of the couch, pulling you close to him so you won’t fall off the couch.

“How was that?” He whispers as he joins you under the blanket and tangles his legs with yours.

“Good” You hum “Very good”

Harrison’s grip on you tightens a bit, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing a kiss there.

“It was, wasn’t it” You can feel him smile against your skin, and you let yourself sink into him. You’re starting to feel the energy draining from you.

And with nothing but Harrison filling your thoughts, you fall asleep.

A/N: here it is! the first part!! I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think!!! <3

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shuahoonie · 3 years

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out of love [tom holland]

PAIRING: tom holland x female!reader

SUMMARY: being close friends with your ex is fine, right? even if your love for them was unparalleled among others. even if you were still in the process of moving on from them. even if you know they’re happy with someone else. even if you have no clue whether they loved you like you loved them.

WARNINGS: foul language, so much angst, it starts ok at first then goes downhill from there. i literally write things on the go so i don’t know if this will have fluff at some point

(if it does and i didn’t state it here, send me a cute photo of tom and a message of: ok wow she pulled thru 🤪; and if it doesn’t have fluff, send me a meme and a message of: miss girl i simply cannot today ✋😃)

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

A/N: hello! tonight, we are going to be sad!!! i know i usually like to write about all things fluff, but this?? this is just for me because i am having one of those episodes. i just need to feel something again aside from the stress of writing 3 academic papers per week lmao. i’m def not expecting people to like this type of vibe but yannoe. i apologize in advance.

this is inspired by that one episode from new girl (season 6 x ep 16)

gif credits: @thollandgifs

vanessa’s masterlist | taglist form | part two - pandemonium

“You know, you can still live with us right?” Your friend Maia commented as she placed the box, labelled “fine china that mom gave me but will i ever use them?”, on the kitchen island.

“I know,” You murmured dropping the heavy case of pots and pans on the floor. “But maybe living alone will be good for me.” You replied, forcing a smile. “Besides, I don’t want to int—“

“Hey, Y/N, where do you want this?” Harrison asked as he held out a box that’s labelled with “books that my grandpa passed on. HANDLE WITH CARE!”

“Oh, just set it down on the living room—“ before you could even finish, Harrison dropped the box on the floor as if it was nothing. “Harrison!” You hissed, as you quickly rushed to check on the box.

“Y/N, babe, they’re just books. Surely they can withstand any amount of pressure, yeah?” Haz tried to reassure you.

“Haz, those books are from my grandpa—which I’m sure he got from his grandpa.” You sighed. “They’re really old and fragile, so I just want them to be in a well enough condition to stand in my bookcase.”

“‘m sorry,” He murmured, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s just, why do you have to move out?” Harrison asked, frustrated at the whole thing.

“Like I told Maia, maybe having my own place will be good for me.” You replied calmly, as you neatly put the box filled with your grandpa’s books in the corner room—the initial place where you want to build your bookcase. “It’s been a while since I’ve lived on my own.”

“Yeah,” Harrison acknowledged “But there’s absolutely no reason for you to move out. You can’t possibly leave me with her!” He pointed at Maia who let out an audible gasp. Harrison was being dramatic of course.

“Haz—“ You were trying to fight off a laugh. “You two are my constants and if I became dependant on having you two at my convenience, it’s going to be a huge problem.”

“In my opinion, I don’t see it as a problem.” Maia pointed out childishly. You shook your head in disbelief. You had to move out because you miss having a place to yourself— a place where you can be at your complete worst and you don’t have to think about your friends worrying about you.

Besides, moving out means you don’t have to see Tom that often and that was a bonus in your book. It wasn’t a sour breakup per se, it’s just really difficult to feel happy for your ex when he practically showcases how different he is now with his girlfriend.

You prided yourself as a mature and well-rounded person who could be complete friends with her ex as if that’s normal. You could only keep the façade for so long.

Four months. It’s been four months since you and Tom broke up. You lived with Maia soon after the breakup and that enough was a blessing. Maia couldn’t bear to handle the fact that you would be alone at a time like this. Harrison usually crashes at Maia’s so he was bound to move in with you two. In fact, he was always there more often than you.

That was the point where you were convinced that Harrison liked Maia and that Maia liked Harrison.

Conveniently, you and Tom never ‘officially’ moved in together so you could avoid him freely at all costs.

Of course, that was eventually going to end soon. You and Tom were in the same friend group so you were bound to see each other, much to your dismay. You couldn’t exactly make Harrison and Maia pick friends because it’s not fair for anyone.

You were all friends before you and Tom decided to date. Maybe that’s why people say to never date a friend—especially if they’re near and dear.

You were coming back from work when you found people in the living room, and as if the universe really wanted to test you, it was the least likely people you’d expect to see.

“Y/N!” Maia’s voice was pure panic. “I didn’t know you’d be home this early.”

Your eyes quickly flickered between the two people standing across you before you diverted your attention to Maia. “Uh—yeah. There wasn’t really much to do in the office so I came home early.”

Maia turned to Harrison who was equally lost on how to handle the situation. I mean, who wouldn’t?! What were you supposed to do when your friend drops in unannounced with their new girlfriend and to makes the matters worse, your other friend—whom your friend dated before— decides to come home early?

You didn’t know how what kind of spirit took over your body that prompted you to extend your hand to the girl sitting beside your ex and say: “Hello, I’m Y/N.”

The girl looked surprised but shook your hand in return. “Nadine,” Nadine smiled slyly “I—um, I’m Tom’s girlfriend.”

Tom looked mildly uncomfortable but you chose to ignore it. You were becoming good at that—ignoring Tom.

You returned the smile at Nadine. You could feel the burning stares from your friends, mostly Maia. You cleared your throat and said, “I’ll just be in my room to finish the papers I need to send to my editor if you’ll excuse me.”

Before you left completely, you gave Nadine another smile and said, “It’s nice to meet you again, Nadine.”

You don’t remember how you got to your room but that was the least of your concern. You were just undeniably overwhelmed with what just happened that you didn’t even notice that there was a knock on your door.

When you opened the door, it was the last person you expected to see standing in your doorframe.

“Can we talk?” Tom asked in almost a whisper.

You gave him a half shrug and opened the door slightly wider for him.

“We’re okay, right?” He asked, looking at you in the eye.

At this point, you convinced yourself that you were numb. You never talked about the breakup. You never overtly said anything about what you felt. You felt empty. You convinced yourself that you were empty.

You stared back at Tom and without missing a beat, you replied “Of course. Why shouldn’t we?”

“Just admit that you two will miss me,” You teased, grabbing another box from Maia.

“Only if you admit that you’re moving out for an entirely different reason,” Maia whispered carefully as her eyes flickered towards Tom who was also helping with your move out.

You pressed your lips together and acted like he wasn’t even there. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, you know, like a liar.

You weren’t a vocal person. The idea of talking about your feelings was really difficult for you so you try your best to avoid it. Actually, it’s worse than that. You’d go to extreme lengths to avoid confrontation.

Obviously, it wasn’t healthy. You would always distance yourself whenever you feel emotionally exhausted, and you really meant that distance. It wasn’t bad at first—maybe a day or two was all you needed before you felt comfortable enough to be around people again.

Then it became worse when you were in university. You were beyond unreachable. Aside from being emotionally exhausted, you were mentally drained too. You were always buried with papers and readings which was unavoidable but it took a huge toll on you. So whenever you get a chance to get a break, you completely shut off from people.

Your friends definitely noticed it and they tried their best to help.

Tom was among the people who definitely went out of their way to help you. He would always drop by at your dorm with food or coffee—he would literally just drop them off, most of the time. He would leave small notes that up to this day, you still kept and tucked away in a box.

Both Maia and Harrison followed Tom’s approach. They would all alternate on who’s dropping what and when. Some days, Maia would drop off a new skincare product she’s been using or a lovely box of macarons from your favourite patisserie.

On other days, Harrison would drop off some of his home-cooked meals or maybe a book he saw from a local bookstore—a book that reminded him of you.

Tom was very persistent though. He would sometimes wait out on the hall, just so he could see you and reassure himself (and your friends) that you were okay.

You found it taxing at first—you would often try your best to match the energy from your friends, which only left you exhausted at the end of the day. You wanted space and you clearly weren’t getting that from Tom. You did acknowledge that he only did it out of pure concern.

You often wondered why he did that, staying, but you didn’t ask him. You never did.

Maybe you were afraid that you’d come off as rude or that you’d seem ungrateful for dismissing someone when they’ve clearly taken the time off their day just to check on you.

However, every time you’d open that door, it always seemed that Tom would breathe a huge sigh of relief when you lock eyes. Even if it was just for a quick second. You wondered about that too.

Tom wasn’t really being intrusive. Most of the time, he will leave a few minutes after you’d open the door to get the things your friends would drop off. You’d always ask him if he wants to stay inside for a bit, but he’d always decline.

Except for that one time, though. That one time that you knew you were going to fall in love.

It was the week of midterms and deadlines. You were knee-deep with papers from different classes that demanded to be finished that week, one of which was a research paper that practically tied you to your laptop and made you consume an unhealthy amount of caffeine.

It wasn’t until 2 am when you were about to go on a quick drive to a McDonald’s but saw Tom dozed off in the hallway, his back pressed against the wall.

“Tom,” You shook him gently, trying not to startle him. “Tom, wake up.”

His eyes slowly fluttered open, seemingly disoriented at first but would soon fall into the warm familiarity that your face always brings.

“Why are you sleeping in the hall?” You asked quietly, careful not to make a fuss. The walls in your dorm were very thin and you learned that the hard way. You’d think they’d put a disclaimer about that in the lease when you’re housing a bunch of university students with raging sex drives.

It took Tom a minute to fully comprehend the question, seeing that the bright fluorescent light was being harsh on him and that he’s generally like that when being jolted awake.

“Oh, erm, I—” Tom was finding the right words to use. He can’t exactly exclaim ‘I’ve been worried sick about you!’ out of nowhere. Instead he said, “I was waiting for you to open the door, just to see if you’re alright.”

“All night?”

Tom scratched the back of his neck. “It seemed that way, yeah.” He muttered sheepishly.

You were dumbfounded. Surely this was the first time someone actually fell asleep outside your door, waiting for you to come out. It was sweet but highly unnecessary.

“I was just about to head out and get some McDonald’s, do you wanna come with?” You asked, giving him a hand to hoist himself up.

“I should get going—“

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked cutting him off, taking Tom by surprise. He shook his head no. “Then you should really come.” You said, jingling your car keys in front of him.

Tom was debating whether or not to go with you. It’s been a while since you hung out, but that was the same case for everyone. None of your friends have properly hung out with you ever since the semester started.

Tom should say yes, right?

“Let’s go, Tommy,” You said as you grabbed his hand and dragged him across the hall. “I’ve been staring at my laptop all day and I really need some unhealthy food to balance out the concerning amount of caffeine I’ve consumed.”

“Is that why you’re practically bouncing off the walls?” Tom asked amused, trying to keep up with your pace with your hand holding his.

“Totally,” You grinned at him. “I need to wear out the caffeine or else, I’d have to skip my morning class again.”

“French?”

You nodded. “They’re counting the amount of absences in that class and I really need to keep my shit together.”

“‘m not exactly sure why you took that as an elective,” Tom commented, properly wrapping his hand around yours with fingers interlacing each other.

You tried to ignore it, you really did, but the warm feeling that settled around your stomach drove you crazy.

“Why not? I think it’s cool to learn another language.” You nudged him playfully which he gladly returned.

“I know and trust me, I’m in awe that you’re learning another language! erm—I guess it’s just I feel like you’re overworking yourself too much.” Tom pointed out softly, hoping he didn’t come off as rude or intrusive.

“Eh, I don’t mind.” You replied “It’s what drives me to keep going and for me that’s more than enough. Even if it leaves me little to no sleep, even if it takes too much of my time—it’s enough reason for me to do it.”

Tom stared at you in admiration as soon as those words slipped out your mouth and you didn’t even notice it. You were walking towards the student parking lot, consumed by the twinkling lights from the neighbouring lanes near campus.

Maybe if you weren’t busy consuming the quiet campus grounds, you’d notice the very first time Tom fell in love with you.

“Besides, I know a phrase in french now.”

“Hm—and what’s that, then?”

“Je ne suis pas l’escargot”

“L’escargot? Isn’t that—“

“I am not a snail,” You giggled. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

Tom laughed, “I supposed so.”

Maybe if you weren’t so afraid of confrontation, you’d have an idea of when Tom knew that you were his person.

See, the thing is— you needed to face reality sooner or later and both your friends could see right through it.

“Honestly, Y/N, how on earth can your box of art materials be this heavy—” Tom appeared in front of the door frame, heaving as he carried the box from two flights of stairs.

You quickly averted your gaze from Maia, who was staring at you expectantly, and cleared your throat. “You can just set them by the door, Tom. I don’t know where to put them yet.” You said as you tried your best to act normal.

“You sure? They’re a tad heavy and I don’t want you to strain yourself.” Tom asked with furrowed brows.

All you could do was nod. The last thing you wanted was Tom’s focused attention on you.

“If you say so,” Tom sighed in defeat “I’m going to grab more boxes—Baby, you don’t have to carry that!” Tom was quick to disappear as he urgently dashed towards his girlfriend, Nadine.

“Oh, but I want to help, Tommy.” You heard Nadine say sweetly, assuming she was also pouting.

You could see Maia roll her eyes, urging you to give her a nudge and a taunting look. “Maia,” you called her out, silently pleading her to stop.

Maia settled down but she wasn’t exactly calm about it either. “I’m still not sure why she’s here.” She murmured. You and Harrison were close enough that you can hear her rambles—which was expected from her anyway.

Maia and Nadine go way back—like toddlers and playgrounds kind of way. Though that sounds figuratively adorable in a way, Maia and Nadine never got along.

Nadine used to date Maia’s brother, which already caused Maia a great demise. As one could expect, the relationship didn’t end well. She left him out of nowhere, saying she needs to find herself—or something along those lines.

A week after the breakup, what Nadine found was herself in the arms of another man. Of course, Maia’s brother was devastated—He truly loved Nadine. Maia had to be the pillar that her brother leaned on. It took Maia a great amount of time to help her brother pick up the pieces that Nadine left.

So yeah—Maia wasn’t thrilled when she heard that Tom was Nadine’s new boyfriend.

“She offered to help, Mai,” You whispered “Who am I to deny help?”

Maia looked at you as if you managed to empty your head while you were moving in between flats. “She’s been after me ever since we were kids. She’s also the reason why it took my brother months to get out of bed,” Maia deadpanned “and She’s Tom’s new girlfriend. Remember Tom? Your ex?” She said rather loudly.

You gave her a tiny pinch on her arm, causing her to yelp. “Maia, are you nuts?!”

Harrison left the two of you so he could grab more boxes, while you and Maia bickered silently amongst each other.

“You are thicker than I thought—Seriously, Y/N. Quit pinching me!” Maia aggressively rubbed her arm.

“They’re going to hear you!” You hissed. “The last thing I want is for those two to get involved.”

“Babe, they’re already involved. Tom, especially.” Maia remarked. “I see the way you look at Tom. I also see the pain you feel whenever he’s with she who must not be named.”

“I’m not doing this Maia,” you mumbled as you walked past her. Your objective was now to help Harrison with the remaining boxes. Your objective was anything but to talk about you and Tom.

“You have to face it sooner or later, Y/N.” Maia called out “I’m not leaving you or this apartment until you tell me what really happened.”

“What’s going on?” Harrison asked as he entered the apartment, carrying three sets of boxes. You grabbed one from him and actively avoided his question.

Before Maia could reply, Tom and Nadine appeared on the doorframe, with Nadine practically glued to Tom.

“Harrison got the last remaining boxes so we’re heading off now,” Tom announced as Nadine’s face painted with clear desperation to get out of your place. “Are we still going bowling tonight?” Tom asked before Nadine whispered something in Tom’s ear and left.

“I’m actually exhausted so I’ll pass,” You answered, obviously avoiding spending time with your ex and his current girlfriend. You’re not that pathetic.

“Same might actually have to just drink the night away,” Maia responded with a grin.

“Well, there’s no way I’m third-wheeling so I’m good,” Harrison said as he threw himself towards the plush teal couch that you snagged from a flea market.

For the tiniest second, Tom seemed disappointed but gave a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, maybe we can reschedule our bowling night, then?” He asked. “It’s not as fun to go bowling with just the two people.”

You, Harrison, and Maia all shared a look. You weren’t on board with bowling-night, to begin with, but you didn’t want Tom to feel as if you were avoiding him—which you were but no one needs to know that.

Maia looked at you, waiting for an answer because god knows she will solely depend on her decision based on yours. You don’t even have an answer, to begin with.

“What are you two supposed to do then?” Harrison asked Tom. Thank god for Harrison.

“I might take Nadine to this poetry jam event that she’s been dying to go to” Tom replied with a soft voice.

“A poetry night?” Maia almost wanted to laugh “You don’t even have the slightest interest in literature, Tom.” Maia didn’t mean to offend him or maybe she did? She wasn’t completely fond of Tom ever since you and Tom broke up—well, she wasn’t fond of the idea that Tom was dating her ‘arch nemesis’, but Tom was her friend and so were you.

“I know that, Mai.” Tom rolled his eyes “but Nadine likes it and I’ll do everything to make her happy.” That left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“If you say so,” Maia murmured before she took a quick look at you. She looked like she wants to give you the biggest hug. But you held a stoic look on your face—something that you picked up because you were afraid of confrontation.

“I’m serious,” Tom defended, lost in his feelings, which only irked Maia even more.

“I know, I heard you— we heard you,” Maia replied, her face showing only one emotion: annoyed. “God, read the room,” Maia grumbled to herself. Harrison had to reach for her hand, urging her to calm down.

“I really love her,” Tom whispered. That left a slap in the face.

It was a cold Saturday afternoon and it has been raining almost all day. It was one of the rare weekends that you weren’t really occupied to do anything other than to lay on your couch and consume a copious amount of entertainment.

Despite the spitting rain, you actually want to head out this time. Being confined to your desk and the university was torture especially since you couldn’t do anything about it—the four of you were graduating this year, no one could afford to slack off.

You and Tom were cuddled against the sofa— Tom was busy watching something on TV while you were busy scrolling on your phone.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yes, my sweet girl?”

“Do you want to go downtown?” You asked, looking at your phone as you read the details of an event happening this weekend.

“Right now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “There’s a book fair being held at the local theatre.” You rested your chin on top of his chest and gave him a pout. You were getting sick of being cooped up between your study table and the library. This book fair was a change of scenery and it’s definitely right up your alley.

“But it’s raining, darling” Tom tried to say in the softest way possible. It’s not exactly up in Tom’s interests though.

“I know,” You sighed “I guess I’m just getting sick of this place.”

“You’re getting sick of me?” Tom asked with a huge pout. He was kidding of course.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you, Tom.” You chuckled softly.

“Okay,” He hummed, pulling you closer to him—if that was even possible. “Then can we stay like this for a while?”

“Anything for you, angel.” You whispered as you closed the details about the local book fair. Maybe next time.

Soon after Tom left, Maia pulled you to her side and asked, “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You feigned innocence. It was clear as day that you weren’t okay, your friends knew that.

Knowing that you weren’t going to budge, Maia walked towards the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine from the fridge.

Harrison raised an eyebrow at her and asked, “When did you manage to put that in the fridge?” All of you had been occupied with grabbing boxes that there was no way that Maia had the time to put wine in the fridge, let alone obtain them from somewhere.

“It was supposed to be a celebratory drink for Y/N’s new place,” Maia replied as she set the wine and three various mugs on the coffee table. “Obviously, that’s not happening now.” Drinking wine using the oddly designed mugs you collected over the years was a cry for help.

“It’s 4 pm, Mai.” You pointed out as you stared at the white LED clock that you bought off Amazon—another impulse purchase enabled from scrolling on Pinterest for way too long. “We haven’t even had lunch yet.”

“Oh please,” Maia snorted “If there’s one thing that I’ve picked up from university, it’s drinking with little to no food consumption.”

“And if there’s one thing that I’ve picked up from university, it’s cancelling all of my plans for the entire day because I have to tend your hungover-self, Mai,” Harrison remarked as he grabbed the bottle and placed it back on the fridge. “I’m ordering food and no one’s drinking until everyone has finished a meal.”

You heard Maia mutter a string of curses but most especially the part that she said, “This is not the version of daddy that I envisioned Harrison to be.”

All of a sudden Maia’s idea of binge drinking doesn’t seem like a bad idea, you thought.

Turns out Harrison had no intention of letting any of you drink. He was pretty adamant about not having to babysit two drunk messes in one night.

“As if babysitting one isn’t enough,” You recalled Harrison say. He was obviously pertaining to Maia, in which she just huffed the entire time. You often wondered if Maia and Harrison noticed the obvious tension between them, because personally you found it endearing. It was no question that they were meant for each other.

“Y/N, you still haven’t told us whatever happened between you and Tom.” Maia suddenly pointed out. You, Maia, and Harrison were still in the living room, silently watching TV.

You were actively avoiding this conversation for the longest time as you haven’t told anyone about it, and based by the curious faces of your friends, you figured that Tom didn’t tell anyone about it either. You’re still not sure whether that’s a relief or not.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You mumbled. It’s not like you were lying, there really was barely anything to talk about. Heck—You and Tom never got to talk about it properly either.

“We see the way you look at him, Y/N.” Harrison replied softly. “I think there is something.”

“Look—” Maia sat up properly “I know you’re not really vocal about your feelings, but the fact that you’ve never talked nor showed any emotion about your breakup terrifies me, babe.” Maia’s tone was laced with concern.

“I remember the day you told us about it too,” Harrison couldn’t hide his concern too “We were having brunch together at our usual diner and half-way through our meal, you promptly said “We broke up” when Maia asked where Tom was,” Harrison recalled it like it was a fever dream. He and Maia had already expected that you weren’t going to tell them about the breakup when it just happened. However, it baffles them that it’s been over a year since you and Tom broke up, and not one word has been said about it.

It was silent for a while, except for Criminal Minds that was playing on the TV. You blankly stared at the screen, hoping that you’d catch whatever the agents were saying. It was impossible, especially when all your mind could focus on was the recollection of the day Tom knocked on your door at 1 am to breakup.

You were relatively busy that day from volunteer work, so you haven’t seen any of your friends the entire day—or Tom for that matter. Actually, you haven’t seen Tom in a few days. He would send texts periodically throughout the day but they were always short and most of the time, you always forget to reply.

You figured Tom was busy with his own thing and both of you established early on in your relationship that texting—or lack thereof— shouldn’t account to your relationship, especially since both of you are equally bad at it.

You didn’t think any of it since you were bound to see your boyfriend and your friends tomorrow for brunch anyway. He will have your undivided attention by then.

So imagine your surprise when you heard a soft knock from your door at 1 am, only to find Tom in disarray. His eyes were bloodshot red, tears falling down his face. His messy curls were masked under the hood from his jumper.

At first you were in panic, you thought that something terrible had happened to any of your friends—his family even.

But as soon as Tom dropped to his knees and whispered, “I’m sorry,” you had a clear idea what was bound to happen next.

It’s been silent for a while. The door was still open and Tom sat out in the hall with his back leaning against your wall. You did the same thing except you were on the other side of the wall that Tom was leaning on.

You two were close enough to the door frame that you could hear each other, actually facing each other was a whole other thing. Tears kept streaming down your face as you kept your eyes closed and rested your head against the wall.

At some point in your relationship, you prepared yourself in case this happened— that you would accept whatever happens between you and Tom. You didn’t exactly anticipate that it would happen so soon.

“Was there someone else?” You asked quietly. It was the first time you spoke after Tom dropped to his knees. You hoped there wasn’t. In fact, you silently begged to yourself that there wasn’t someone else, because you knew that you couldn’t handle that.

“No, no—of course not.” Tom immediately answers.”I could never do that to you.”

It was silent again. You were starting to feel numb—you tried your best to gather your thoughts and forced words out of your mouth, but you couldn’t.

“Are we not worth fighting anymore?” You practically whispered. It was a gamble— you weren’t exactly sure if Tom had heard it and you don’t have enough strength to ask it again.

“Y/N,” Tom sniffled. “You can’t say that.” He placed his hand on top of yours. You had your hand resting on the floor and you didn’t exactly notice that it served as an invitation for Tom hold it again.

You love Tom with all your heart. He kept dismissing it but Tom made you a better person. He made you feel like love can be expressed through different forms of things—not just words.

You loved him by exclusively making time for him. You went on museum dates where he would make cheesy remarks, saying that you’re the most remarkable piece of art in the entire place. You went on dates to watch football games—you never understood it but Tom was happy, so you were happy.

You loved him through your touch. You would often massage his back because he had been tirelessly working himself to the core. He didn’t ask for it but you knew it would make him feel better. Your touch didn’t have to be intimate—though you expressed it through that way too

You loved him through mindless actions. Almost every time you would stop by at the local cafe to grab yourself some coffee, you would always recite Tom’s favourite order on autopilot.

You loved him through silence. Study dates were gems for you. Even if you didn’t talk for the entirety of it and even if you were the only one who studied for the most part and Tom was just playing on his phone, having Tom beside you was enough.

You loved him so much that it pains you to think that maybe you weren’t enough for him.

“I don’t think I can fight for someone who doesn’t even want to,” You muttered bitterly. “Just answer the question, Tom.”

He didn’t answer. All you could hear were the silent sobs that you two were trying to hold back. At this point, you knew you wouldn’t look at Tom. Your heart wouldn’t take it—it will crush you.

“Are you not happy anymore?” Your voice cracked as you broke into a sob.

“Y/N—“ Tom squeezed your hand even more. You’re going to miss it, but you had to let go.

“Tom, if I’m standing in the way of your happiness then we should end this.” You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away. There’s a ghostly feeling that still lingered from Tom’s touch.

“Please, Y/N, let me explain—“

“It’s okay, Tom.” You whispered. “I understand.”

“You know I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Tom.”

“But—“

“But maybe it’s best if we end it, I know. I got it.” You let out a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from crying. “Maybe it’s better if we stayed as friends.” Maybe it’s better to realize that whatever you and Tom had were too good to be true—that your love will never compare to the love he deserves.

“Do you want the truth?” You asked your friends, with tears forming in your eyes. You can’t even decipher how they looked at you because of the tears clouding your vision.

Were they looking at you in pity? Empathy? Sadness?

“The truth is—I’m mad.” You gritted the words through your teeth. This was the first time your friends had seen you like this. All of the pent-up sadness, aggression, and hurt you felt was starting to get the best of you.

“I’m angry. I’m hurt.” You snarled, furiously wiping the tears from your face. “I’m angry at the fact that I can’t seem to be genuinely happy for Tom. I’m hurt at the idea he seems to be a better boyfriend for Nadine, that he constantly makes an effort for her.”

“I don’t even know if he even loved me the way that I loved him,” Your voice became quiet “and it’s selfish for me to think that way because I never fought for it—for us. That’s enough reason to keep me up at night.”

That’s enough reason for you to wonder if you’ll be capable of loving someone so deeply again.

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Proud of You - Haz Osterfield

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Requested? Nah. 1,300 words Jerk!Haz, Y/C = Your Country

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You and Harrison were both very busy people. He's an actor and you were preparing for Miss Universe. You never got to see each other, but somehow luck was on your side when you and Harrison had the same day off. Both of you decided to go on a date at a fancy restaurant because it's been so long since you've done that.

You were both eating and talking when suddenly you brought up the Miss Universe topic not knowing that it would tick him off.

"You know, when I'm already Miss Universe, we can't be together all the time, right? Also, our relationship should be lowkey and not broadcasted to the world." You mentioned.

Harrison's jaw clenched before he said, "So what am I supposed to do? Do you even love me?"

"Of course, I do." You told him and reached for his hand on the table. Your thumb rubbed the top of his hand, hoping it would somehow calm him down. He kind of has a temper.

"If I can't even show you off, why do you want to continue? You think that's more important than our relationship?" He asked you. Your jaw dropped in shock as you slowly retracted your hand from his.

"How could you ask me that?" You asked with a hurt look on your face.

"Just choose one. Is it me or that stupid pageant? If you pick me, we can forget that this conversation ever happened and quit the pageant. If you choose the pageant, it was nice knowing you."

"Are you giving me an ultimatum?" You were gobsmacked. Harrison just shrugged as he continued eating. You thought about it for a while and when you made a conclusion in your head, you took a sip of your wine and cleared your throat.

"I pick the stupid pageant." You said and his eyes were wide in surprise. "You're welcome to watch the show and see me. I'll even save you a seat. If you come, I forgive you and we can still be together. If you don't come, I still forgive you anyway and it'll be clear to me that what we have is officially over."

"Don't tire yourself because we're officially over now." He said as he took out his wallet, taking out some bills and putting it on the table. "Enjoy your dinner." He said before standing up and leaving.

You watched him walk away and you just shrugged and stayed put. Your focus was on the pageant and not on Harrison. It was more important.

Today's the day of the pageant and you were extremely nervous. You were already halfway through the event and they were already about to announce who gets to be on the Top 5.

You weren't paying attention, actually. You just kept clapping whenever you heard clapping. Four countries were already called and your nerves were eating you alive. Just then, your country was called last.

You were shocked and everyone around you was encouraging you to go in front. You did as you were told and you smiled at everyone as you walked to where the four ladies were standing.

It was now time for the first round of Q&A. If you get a spot in the top 3, there'd be another round of Q&A. You were extremely nervous, but you didn't let it show. You wanted to focus.

The ladies before you did very well in answering the questions. Two of them needed translators and you just wished that the translator was able to get the ladies' point across.

It was now your turn and you picked a number. "Number 5." You said as you looked for the judge assigned to you. She seemed like a kind lady.

"Good evening. My question for you is, if you have to choose between your lover and being Miss Universe, which would you pick and why?"

Damn. That hit home.

The host handed you a mic and you smiled, "Good evening, everyone! If I have to choose between a lover and being Miss Universe, I would pick being Miss Universe because lovers come and go, but being Miss Universe can only happen once in my life and it rarely happens to anyone. If my lover really loved me, they would understand my reasons and they wouldn't let me pick. Love has no limitations and if my lover tells me that they'll stop loving me once I join this pageant, they're clearly not the one for me. If someone loves you, they'll support and love you no matter what. Thank you."

You gave the mic back to the host before walking back to your place. "Thank you, Ms. Y/C!" The host said.

You smiled and internally calmed yourself down.

Unbeknownst to you, Harrison was there with Tom. They were both watching you live and Tom gave Harrison the side eye when you answered. They both knew it was sort of a dig at him and Harrison knew he deserved it after being an ass.

"If she gets in the top three, it's partly the reason of your break up." Tom joked. "If your break up didn't happen, she wouldn't have an answer for that question."

"Shut up, Tom." Harrison groaned.

Just then, it was now time to announce the top three. Two countries were already called and there were three of you left. They needed another country on the list and you were certain that you weren't going to be called because you felt like your answer wasn't up to their standards.

But you were surprised when they called you again and you were so grateful that you were able to make it this far. You walked to the two ladies and you smiled at them both.

The second round of Q&A started and you knew you'd be the last to answer the question. So, you focused this time; only thinking about the pageant.

When it was your turn, the same question was asked to you: "How will you use your platform to encourage the youth?"

"Today's youth have troubled mental health and it's a problem that needs to be solved. With my platform, I can help those who have deteriorating mental health and I can also educate people who have no knowledge about it. With this in mind, I want to encourage the youth to help each other by lifting each other up and not tearing each other down to make ourselves feel or look better. The world can be a beautiful place if we do our part and take care of our mental health. The world will even be more beautiful if we all reach out to one another and say that they matter and the world will be different without them in it. Thank you." You smiled and everyone cheered before walking back to your place.

The things after that were all a blur and next thing you knew, you're being crowned as the new Miss Universe. You were so shocked and you were tearing up as you did your first walk as Miss Universe.

You looked at the seat that you reserved for Harrison and your face fell when you saw that it was empty. You quickly changed your facial expression, hoping that no one noticed. You waved and smiled at everyone as they cheered and took pictures.

Tom and Harrison were sitting far from the seat you reserved and they were clapping.

"She won. What're you going to do now?" Tom asked as he looked at Harrison.

"Nothing. She has duties to fulfill. I'd just be a distraction. Besides, if we're meant to be, love will find a way. For now, she should enjoy her life. She wanted this for so long." Harrison smiled as he clapped for you.

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last one lmao

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Sweet Sugar

3 | Cruel Summer

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 1.6

a/n: english it's not my first language, Sorry for any mistakes! If you want to be tag on the next chapters, please let me know

Summary: Y/n, Harrison and Tom has always been best friends. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 3! If you want to read the other parts click here

Don’t forget to check out the playlist by @petesrparker created for the series! here

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After a few minutes of crying I felt someone approaching and sitting beside me. I looked up, wiping my eyes, and saw a worried-looking Haz in front of me.

- What happened? Are you okay? I noticed you were missing from the dance floor. - he asked and wrapped one of his arms around me hugging me sideways.

- I’m okay Haz, I think I just got sick, that's all, it must have been the drink.

- Y/n... as you said: I know you from other life, and you didn't even drink much, now tell me, why are you crying? - I hated when he insisted like that, but it was fair, after all he was my brother at heart.

- Haz... I don't want to talk about it, it's so immature I don't even know how to explain it to you, I think it was just something of the moment.

- Did some idiot hurt you? Because I can go back there and...

- No! Nobody did any harm, it's okay... - I said, wiping some tears that insisted on falling.

- Y/n please tell me, I swear I won't tell anyone. You're not one to cry like that...

- I saw Tom kissing Meghan and I felt bad, ok? - I interrupted him, looking at the ground with shame that I had admitted that out loud.

Haz was silent for an infinite number of minutes, processing what I had just said, until he touched my shoulder, I looked at him and I could see the confusion in his eyes.

- Since when do you like Tom that way?

- I don't know the exact date, I just... I started to feel different about him a while after I broke up with Steven... But I think it's just something temporary, you know? Maybe because he is my best friend and treats me well, I ended up having a crush on him, I think that was it, but it will pass, I just need to distract myself with something else...

- Y/n are you sure it's something temporary? Well, I'm your best friend too and you never felt that way about me.

- Yeah, but I always saw you as my brother and Tom as my best friend... I can't explain it, I just know it's different, it always has been, but I'm sure this stronger feeling must be temporary, I just need some time.

- Darling... I'm so sorry. How about we go home? We can watch tv shows and forget about it.

- Are you sure Haz? You were talking to Gracie, I don't want to take you out of the party like that, especially from the side of your other half who I know one day you two will get married, live in a cabin in the woods, have several children and I'll be godmother to them. - I said and Haz laughed and I followed. Laughing after crying is one of the best feelings.

- Damn, you created a whole fanfic. - He said and now I wiped the tears of laughter. - But seriously, we can go, it's already midnight. - He said looking at the watch on his wrist - I'm just going to tell Gracie, so she doesn't think I forget about her and say that you're not feeling well and want to go home, how about that?

- Okay... but only because I'm feeling like crap. - I said pouting and he kissed my head hugging me tight.- I'll be right back, madam.

Haz then got up and went back inside and I took the opportunity to text my mother saying I would be at the Osterfields' house and she sent me an ok.

It took a few minutes and he came back waving for me to join him. I got up, going after him in the parking lot, as he didn’t drink, because he came with his car. We walked in, turning on the radio, and we heard Taylor Swift's Cruel Summer start to play, how ironic.

- Did Tom say something about us leaving? - I asked looking at him.

- No, actually he was busy... but I told Tuwaine and Gracie. - Haz said stopping at the red light.

-Hmm- I sighed trying not to imagine what Tom could be "busy" with. - And Gracie wasn't upset?

- No, I said it was an emergency and she understood. - He smiled in my direction squeezing my hand and I smiled.

- Thank you Haz, I don't know what it would be without you.

- I know, I'm awesome. - He spoke blinking.

- Oh god, I can't even try to say something nice for once. - I said rolling my eyes - But you're really awesome. - and he blew me a kiss in the air and I gave him a laugh shaking my head.

We arrived at Haz's house and Jenna welcomed me with open arms as usual.

We went to Haz's room and I helped him pull up and make the bed besides his own and he gave me a pair of pajamas that I could wear. I went into the bathroom and took off my defeat-smudged makeup and came back lying next to Haz on the top bed as we turned on the tv to a random show that was on. But, of course, we don't pay any attention, because we are talking the whole time.

-... So, Gracie said she liked my eyes a lot, and I didn't know what to do. - He said while we discussed the events of the night, ignoring Tom and company.

- Aww Hazzy, what a cute little cliché. - I said making a melted face. - And you didn't say anything?

- I just said thank you and I said hers were beautiful too, but I got nervous, that's when I realized you were gone and I went after you.

- Wow, I can't believe I ruined this perfect moment.

- Nah, don't even worry, I have all the time in the world, in fact she's from my class, so we still have a lot of opportunity to talk. - he said and I nodded yawning.

- Let's go to sleep? It's almost 3 in the morning. - He said turning off the TV and I gave a thumbs up scratching my eyes.

I jumped down to the bottom bed and covered myself, turning to the other side.

- Haz?

- Yeah?

- If you tell Thomas anything I'll kill you and desert you. - I said listening to him laugh and fell asleep right away.

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The other day I woke up and looked to the side, seeing that Haz was still sleeping. I picked up my cell phone, stretching, and saw that it was almost noon. I got up quietly making sure that I was not making too much noise, went into the bathroom and put on my clothes from the night before. I needed to go home to take a shower and take the rest of that weird night.

I sat next to Haz nudging him until he blinked awake.

- Haz, I'm going, thanks for everything. - I said while he was returning to planet earth little by little.

- Already? Don't you want to have lunch first? - He said sitting on the bed.

- Thanks, but I need to go home, I have some work to finish too, see you tomorrow at school?

- Okay, but if you need anything call me. - He said and I agreed hugging him going towards the door.

- And promise you'll keep your mouth shut?

- I swear, cross my heart. -He said zipping his mouth and I pointed my index finger at him intimidating him.

I went downstairs and thanked Jenna, greeting Charlotte who had already woken up. I said goodbye to them and went out into the sun on a Sunday that I was miraculously doing in London. I walked home, went in, had lunch and went straight to my room, I wanted to stay in alone with my feelings. Was my period coming up? It's not possible that I'm feeling so bad.

I took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes and fell into bed, putting on some sad music to play, closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the sadness.

A few minutes later I felt my cell phone vibrate with a message coming through.

I unlocked the screen and saw "Tommy 🤓 send you a message" written. I took a deep breath and opened it to look at what he had sent.

Tommy 🤓 says "Hi stranger! Why did you and Haz disappear yesterday? 😭"

Tommy 🤓 says "Tuwaine told me you weren't okay, I tried calling you guys and nothing..."

Tommy 🤓 says "Is everything alright?"

I rolled my eyes reading the messages and at the same time not wanting to respond, but started typing.

Y/N 🌻 says "Everything it’s okay, don’ worry 😊 I think some drink went wrong and I felt a little sick, but nothing to worry about, rlx"

Y/N 🌻 says "The party was great! Too bad I couldn't stay longer..."

I think I was a good liar.

Tommy 🤓 says "Damn it, but I'm glad you're ok, the party was really great! I've already posted the photos on insta. There some really weird ones... 😂"

Y/N 🌻 says "I can imagine 😂"

Tommy 🤓 says "I have a really strong hangover right now, I'm going back to sleep, want to come over later? I want to tell you some things that happened 👀"

Sure Tom, I'm going to your house so you can tell me everything about your wonderful night with Meghan, sure.

Y/N 🌻 says I'd like to, but my stomach's still kind of bad from yesterday 😭 so I'll just stay here, see you tomorrow?"

I told him to avoid him to come at my house.

Tommy 🤓 says "Okay 🥺, take care! See you tomorrow shortie!"

He said and I sent a "😘" blocking the screen. I lay on my stomach and buried my head on the pillow wanting to scream. Tom seemed happy and excited to tell me the "things" from last night, why couldn't I be happy for him? Damn feelings!

I think what I had to do was sleep, eat chocolate, put on a really cliche romantic comedy movie, wait to see if my period would come down (why was I being so dramatic? It could only be that) and pray that monday I would be better.

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