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sluttywonwoo · 5 months

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instead of you [part thirty-three] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst, discussions of plane disasters, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 3k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

additional a/n: disclaimer that this chapter and the following chapters take place on oahu and kauai, hawai'i. i wrote this a year ago (originally posted on sept. 22, 2022) and included mentions of the negative impact and sentiment tourism in hawai'i procures, but it was before the fires in maui. i included hawai'i in their vacation in the first place because i'm part hawaiian and wanted to bring attention to our people's attitude toward tourists while also writing about the parts of the islands that i grew up loving. and i thought i should clarify that before posting, as i feel the context is important to precede what would be an otherwise distasteful choice if i had written this now. please keep hawai'i in your thoughts, mahalo plenty <3

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Predictably, you cried yourself to sleep. You debated over whether or not to tell Minho. He’d probably find out when he woke up in the morning but would he be mad if he didn’t hear it from you? If Jisung was right, he didn’t care about you at all, so why would you grant him the courtesy of a head’s up? You didn’t want to believe Jisung, rather, you wanted to believe that he had only said those things in the heat of the moment but at the end of the day, he knew Minho far better than you did. Whether or not he was telling the truth to try and save you or lying to hurt you was up to you to decipher.

You wound up texting Minho, ‘Jisung knows,’ without any other context and calling it a night.

The next morning, you woke up to a message from Jisung telling you not to bother getting ready for the day and that he’d be going on without you. It was mostly a relief not to have to put on an act after everything that happened the night before but it also stung.

You weren’t very optimistic about repairing your relationship with Jisung, but any lingering hope vanished when he wouldn’t even look at you in passing in the hallway.

You spent the entire day in bed, trying to distract yourself with anything you could think of to pass the time. You scrolled through social media until your timelines stopped refreshing with new content. There wasn’t anything interesting enough on TV to pull you out of spiraling so you didn’t even bother trying to find something to hold your attention.

At one point you remembered the book you were reading but as soon as you opened it you were greeted by all of Jisung’s little annotations he had left for you. He still had your book and you wondered if he would ever finish it now that you’d ruined everything.

You thought about texting him, just to check in or try and talk about things but you didn’t want to bother him. A couple of times, you almost texted him just out of instinct. You would go to send him a tweet that you thought he’d find funny and then remember.

Minho came by your room that night after dinner when everyone was back from the day’s activities. He knocked twice, letting himself in before you’d even finished telling him he could enter.

“Care to explain what happened?” he asked, hands on his hips.

You shrugged noncommittally. “Jisung found out.”

“How? Did you tell him?”

“And ruin my own relationship with my best friend? Yeah, definitely.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “I didn’t come here to argue. I just want to know what happened.”

“Then don’t accuse me of shit.”

“I didn’t mean- I’m sorry. That’s not what I was trying to do.”

You sighed and signaled for him to sit down if he wanted to. He did, perching himself on the edge of the bed cautiously.

“He knows because he noticed me sneaking out and finally decided to follow me.”

The color drained from Minho’s face. “So he heard-”

You nodded. “I don’t know how much, but enough.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck is right.”

“He wouldn’t say a word to me today,” Minho said.

“He wouldn’t even look at me.”

“I guess we knew this would happen eventually.”

“Yeah.”

“We fucked up.”

“Yeah.”

“You were right.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“We really do deserve each other.”

Oh. What Jisung had said earlier rang through your ears again.

“I guess I was.”

Just then, the door to the bedroom opened and Jisung walked in, scoffing as he passed his brother.

“I should have known,” he muttered to himself.

“Ji, look-” Minho tried, only to be immediately cut off by his younger brother.

“Don’t. Please just fucking don’t.”

“But-”

“God, you never listen to a word I say, do you? Either of you?”

You wanted to protest that you did listen to him but you thought better of it. It wouldn’t help your case at all. Instead, you sat there silently like a child being scolded.

“I don’t want to hear you explain yourself,” Jisung continued. “I don’t care why you fucked my best friend. I think the act in itself doesn’t need an explanation.” Minho opened his mouth to respond but Jisung cut him off again. “I don’t want to hear an apology either. I already know you don’t mean it. In fact, I think we’re done here so if you wouldn’t mind getting the fuck out of my room...”

Minho looked like he wanted to argue but likely knew it wouldn’t do any good so he simply hung his head and let himself out, bidding you a quiet goodnight as he left. You didn’t respond. You didn’t even acknowledge him. How could you?

“Don’t forget to pack your things for the flight tomorrow. It’s a long one.”

You sat there, stunned. You hadn’t expected Jisung to speak to you at all, let alone say something amicable.

“O-ok thanks,” you responded shakily.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” he added.

“Oh-” you scrambled up, preparing to leave but Jisung stopped you.

“No, I meant with you. It’d look weird if I slept on the couch again.”

Of course. Keeping up appearances.

“Is it even worth it to do this anymore?” you asked. “I mean, it’s falling apart at the seams.”

“It’ll be fine,” Jisung argued. “It’s just a few more weeks.”

“Do you really want to keep pretending to be in love with someone you hate?”

He froze, still bent over his suitcase. Then he straightened up and turned to face you.

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I don’t think I could ever hate you. I’ve been trying, trust me.”

You weren’t sure how to take that. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to take it. You tried not to let his words stoke the embers of hope you were still clinging on to but it was already proving difficult.

“Maybe with time,” you suggested.

He shrugged. “Ready for bed?”

You managed to get some sleep, despite everything. It took a while for your heart to calm down as you lay there beside your (ex?) best friend who was already snoring softly. He had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. You weren’t sure how he was able to drift off so easily in spite of your whole friendship falling apart but perhaps the stress was only one-sided.

You were the one being eaten alive by anxiety and guilt. All he had to do was mourn the loss of everything you destroyed.

The hours of sleep you did get passed quickly without dreams which was unusual for you. Before you knew it, Jisung’s alarm was going off and both of you were groaning as you dragged yourself out of bed.

You finished packing the rest of your things in relative silence. Neither of you had much to say aside from when you passed each other’s things back and forth from your suitcases.

The sun had yet to come up when the rest of the Hans gathered in the kitchen with their luggage. Since the flight was over twelve hours long Jisung’s parents had booked the earliest possible departure which just so happened to be before the sunrise.

The boys slept during the ride to the airport but you weren’t able to. You were squished between Jisung and Minho in the very back of the van, feeling like a pin in a grenade. They ignored each other, of course, both seemingly dead to the world.

Minho woke up before Jisung. He glanced over at you and offered an expression of sympathy. You just shrugged in response.

Sitting in the car like that caused your knees to brush up against each other every so often, each time you rounded a corner or went over a speed bump. Every time it happened you fought the urge to meet his eyes. The touch, be it fleeting, made your chest tighten over and over again until you were half-convinced you were going into cardiac arrest. Eventually, Minho gave up trying to give you space and just let his knee rest against yours. Funnily enough, it helped you relax.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s fine.”

He was so hard to read these days. Not that he was ever easy to read. You couldn’t tell whether or not he liked having his knee there. You weren’t sure why you were getting so caught up on it in the first place.

You longed to hold his hand. You longed to hold Jisung’s hand. But all you could do was sit there in between the two and wait until you finally arrived at the airport.

Thankfully, Minho was sat with his parents for the flight, which meant you were squeezed in between Jisung and Felix. You gave Jisung the window seat, knowing you wouldn’t get any sleep yourself. He looked like he wanted to argue when you offered it to him but ultimately surrendered when he saw the look in your eyes. You compromised for switching halfway through since the flight was so long but even that seemed to be pushing it for him.

It was funny how Jisung was still looking out for you after everything you had done. It was as if it was instinctual to him, to put you before himself. The realization almost made you tear up. Had you cared that much for him too? Or was it all one-sided? Either way, you were positive you didn’t deserve him.

Dom had chosen Hawai’i as his destination. A controversial choice, given the state of tourism at the moment, but it wasn’t like you had much say in the matter. Jisung had confided in you earlier in the trip that he had tried to talk his father out of it but that he couldn’t be swayed.

“We might as well try to make the most of it,” you argued. “It’s like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, right?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

The flight from Bali to Hawai’i was over twelve hours long which meant that you had roughly six hours to figure out how to entertain yourself before it was time to trade places. You could try to sleep but that meant leaning on Jisung and you were almost positive the last thing he wanted was for you to touch him right now.

You didn’t feel like paying for the in-flight wi-fi so you had to get creative with how to keep yourself busy. You scrolled through your camera roll for a while but it just made you sad. The pictures from the trip were one thing, but then there were all of the ones of you and Jisung back at school. The further back you went, the happier you seemed. There was no way that was actually true, it was just putting more distance between what had happened in the present from the way things were in the past. That, and you had a tendency to romanticize the past.

“Did you know flight attendants are trained to take oxygen masks from passengers?”

Felix’s voice from beside you pulled you from your spiral of self-pity almost immediately. You turned to look at him and cocked your head in confusion.

“What?”

“Like, you know that whole spiel they give you about safety before the plane takes off? And they’re like ‘during the flight, oxygen masks might drop from overhead’?”

“No, I know all of that. Why would they take the masks from passengers? Do they not have their own?”

“They do, but they might need to move around the cabin when that happens in case of an emergency or something, and if that were to be the case, they’re trained to take masks from passengers to oxygenate themselves. They’ll give it back, but in order to do their jobs they might have to borrow one without asking.”

“What if the passenger passes out?”

“Then they’ll be able to help them! Because they’re fully oxygenated.”

You made a face. “I’m glad you’ve got the aisle seat, then.”

Felix shrugged, grinning. “It sounds fucked up, but it’s just logistical. Wanna know something actually fucked up? These seat belts are practically useless.”

“What?” you weren’t sure if you really wanted to know where he was going with this but your morbid curiosity got the better of you once again. “What do you mean?”

“Well, they help with turbulence and stuff but in the event of a crash, these aren’t going to do shit for us. They’re just here to keep us strapped to the seat so they can identify the corpses by looking at the flight log.”

You sat there in stunned silence as the information Felix had just told you sunk in.

“That is... so dark,” you said finally.

“Yeah, but isn’t it interesting?”

“I guess, but why did you have to tell me all of this while we’re in the air?”

“Because it’s relevant!”

You sighed and glanced back at Jisung who was asleep and slumped against the window. “Ready to switch?”

It was just a joke but Felix scoffed nonetheless.

“I’m offended,” he whispered.

“And I’m traumatized.”

“My bad.”

Somehow, Felix kept you occupied until it was time to switch with Jisung. You lost track of time talking to him about everything and nothing. Out of all of the Han brothers, Felix was the one you knew the least.

You learned a lot about him in the six and a half hours you sat next to each other. You learned that he, like Jisung, had a passion for photography. He liked anime but manga adaptations always disappointed. He wanted to be a dancer when he was little, just like his big brother.

When it was Felix’s turn to inquire about you, you were sort of at a loss for words. You had to tread carefully around how much to actually reveal about yourself. When to lie, when to stretch the truth. You were exhausted. It was exhausting. But Jisung had made it clear that this was still important to him despite you not seeing the point anymore. So you played along for his sake. It was the least you could do since you ruined everything else.

You talked mostly about school, what you were studying, what you wanted to do with your degree... all the small talk that usually took place when you first met a person, not after you’d been traveling with them for over a month. But Felix didn’t know a lot about you interests wise so he listened intently and asked a lot of questions.

When it was finally time to actually switch, you were half-relieved, half-bummed. Talking with Felix was fun but you hated lying to him.

Jisung lifted up the armrest between you and him to let you slide over while he stood awkwardly in the aisle.

“Do you want to use my hoodie as a blanket, baby?” he asked.

“Sure, thanks.”

He laid it over your shoulders after you got settled against the window, kissing you on the head and telling you goodnight.

You shut your eyes and tried to relax but sleep wouldn’t come. You knew it wouldn’t. You took deep breaths in an attempt to slow your heart rate, lowkey considering holding your breath until you passed out.

Next to you, Jisung was flipping through the in-flight movies. You could hear him tapping on the touchscreen, huffing in frustration when he couldn’t find anything he wanted to watch.

“You okay, bro?” Felix asked his twin.

You felt Jisung sort of shift, likely checking to see if you were asleep. He sighed.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Relationship troubles?” Felix guessed.

“Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been pissy for like, the past two days. I assumed it had something to do with your girlfriend.”

“She hasn’t been sleeping well,” he explained simply, lying through his teeth. Well, it wasn’t technically a lie because you weren’t sleeping well, but that had nothing to do with why Jisung was upset. “The exhaustion has been leading to a lot of fights.”

“Sorry, man.”

“It’s okay. It happens. Not that you would know.”

Felix scoffed. “Ouch, I try to have a heart-to-heart with you and you go there?”

“This is a heart-to-heart to you?”

“You know what I mean. A real conversation.”

“Okay, but I’m right. You wouldn’t know.”

“Not all of us can have healthy relationships like you, Jisung,” he sighed.

“I know. I think I’m mom and dad’s only chance at grandchildren at this point.”

“Not if our brother has anything to say about it,” Felix said lowly.

“What do you mean?” Jisung asked.

He sounded genuinely confused but you knew that internally he was panicking because you were too. You were still pretending to be asleep but you had stopped breathing, waiting to hear what he would say next. How much did Felix know? You and Minho weren’t great at sneaking around but you had at least tried to be a little careful.

“You mean you haven’t noticed the way Minho looks at her?”

“Not really? But you spend more time with him. You know him better than I do.”

“Well, you should pay more attention. He makes it kind of obvious,” Minho muttered.

“Makes what kind of obvious, though?”

“That he wants her.”

“What?”

“I can’t believe you haven’t caught on to him flirting with her.”

“Well obviously he’s doing it behind my back so-”

“Sorry you had to find out this way,” Felix said, likely grimacing, “but at least she isn’t reciprocating, from what I’ve seen.”

“Yeah, at least there’s that,” Jisung murmured.

You were able to exhale in relief, but only slightly. Felix didn’t know everything but he could tell Minho was interested which wasn’t a good sign. How long had he been picking up on that?

Your best friend sighed angrily. “The one thing I thought Minho couldn’t take from me-”

You bit the inside of your cheek, guilt consuming you all over again.

“Don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?” Felix asked. “He hasn’t even made a move or anything, mate. I just think he thinks she’s cute.”

“With Minho, that’s enough.”

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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hold your horses! (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: rumors fly during an interview leading to a shock announcement for tom and his girlfriend

a/n: inspired by a tiktok i saw months ago and have not stopped thinking abt since i literally could not think of one panel-type event that wasnt comic-con i am so sorry flsjsjksjs

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Tom shifts in his seat, running one hand through his curls as he tries to keep his face animated and stop his eyes glazing over. he's been sat on a vaguely uncomfortable chair for the last hour or so at Comic-Con, promoting his latest movie and as much as he loves his job and the fans, all he wants to do is crawl into bed and curl up next to you for a good twelve hours.

"Tom?" prompts the interviewer.

"I- I'm so sorry, what was your question?" he asks, flushing in embarrassment at being caught zoning out.

"Is Y/N here today?" repeats the interviewer patiently.

Tom grins at the mention of your name and he sits up taller, eyes scanning the crows until he finds you, hoodie pulled up over your head to hide from eagle-eyed fans.

"She is, yeah. I basically dragged her here so we could kind of spend time together, as an apology." he admits.

"An apology?" the interviewer says. "What did you do, Tom?"

"Yeah, what did you do, Tom?" echoes one of his co-stars, laughing.

"I fell asleep during our movie date." Tom admits sheepishly, shaking his head at the roar of laughter from the crowd. "Twenty minutes in, I was out cold."

"You didn't!" laughs the interviewer. "What did she do?"

"She was the absolute best, of course. She just held me and stroked my hair and wrapped me up in a blanket and then stayed on the sofa with me all night." he says, eyes crinkling at the general "awww" from the crowd.

The interviewer's eyes glint mischievously as Tom tells his story, clearly sensing a way to divert the interview to The Good Stuff™.

"So speaking of Y/N, there's been a lot of talk about you two online recently." he starts. "Specifically, engagement rumors? Is there any basis, any truth to these rumors?"

Tom shifts around as he stalls for time until he can meet your eyes in the crowd, raising his fluffy eyebrow ever so slightly to silently ask if you're okay with him talking about your relationship. You give him a tiny nod, encouraging him to go on.

"No, we're not engaged." he says. "But we've honestly never been happier than we are right now. She's so creative, and caring, and funny, and gorgeous. There's no one else I'd rather spend my life with."

You can't help but feel slightly choked up as he gushes, resisting the urge to throw off your hoodie and run up to the stage, crushing him into a bear hug and never letting go.

"WHEN ARE YOU PROPOSING?!" yells a particularly enthusiastic fan, rousing cheers from the rest of the crowd and the cast members on stage.

Tom laughs as he winks at you again.

"When I'm sure she'll say yes."

This, of course, results in almost hysterical screams (affectionate).

You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on Tom's contact and typing out a message. He's watching you of course, so when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket he pulls it out, cheering like an excited seven year old, "I got a text! From Y/N!"

Y/N 💗: i'd marry you in a heartbeat baby <3

He blows a kiss in your direction, grinning from ear to ear. As he's distracted, gazing at you lovingly, a co-star leans over his shoulder and reads the text.

"Holy shit!" they laugh. "Did Tom Holland just get engaged?"

The screams reach an all-time record and you wince slightly, bringing a hand up to your ringing ear. Tom snatches his phone closer, rolling his eyes.

"Hold your horses!" he laughs. "Let me check."

He balances the microphone in his left hand as he types out a quick message.

tommy 🤠: Did we just get engaged??

Y/N 💗: we will be when you give me that rock hidden at the back of your sock drawer 😳

Tom's soft brown eyes crinkle around the edges as he grins all but leaps up from his chair.

"Is this interview wrapping up soon?" He asks cheekily. "I've got to go get engaged."

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panandinpain0 · 9 months

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Oh yeah one more (again, a problem is showing 💀) remember when I asked abt songfics? While not rlly a songfic, could I get one where it’s (tom holland’s) Peter Parker x Male Reader inspired by Jet Lag by Simple Plan and Natasha Bedingfielf (stan Nat Bedingfield) where Peter is abroad on a long mission and y/n is just stuck at home rebuilding the death star with Ned, but they really miss each other a buttload

Time Difference

Shuuuttt upppp- I'd never heard of this song before but I listened to it and have so many ideas for this fic- I'm in love.

I haven't done many songfics so I hope I didn't format this weird or anything-

I'm considering this as like a part 2 of Roses- established relationship and all that.

I skip a view verses just because they don't work with the story- but the bulk of the song is included!

BOLD is (Y/N)'s texts and normal are Peter's.

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Requested by: @mailmango

Peter Parker x Male!Reader

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Hugging each other tightly, Peter kissed (Y/N) as they said goodbye. Peter was about to go on a mission abroad, but as far as (Y/N) knew it was just a trip for his internship to meet some amazing scientists and engineers in Europe.

He'd be gone for three weeks- which was far too long for teenagers in a relationship. But off he flew, and (Y/N) went back home, waiting for the text that he had landed.

What time is it where you are? I miss you more than anything

Peter hung upside-down from the hotel ceiling, something he often did when feeling anxious. Other than a dim lamp in the corner, his phone was the only light in the room, shining a blue light over his face.

He smiled a bit at one of (Y/N)'s texts, before sending one back. They would usually be on FaceTime but this was their way of acting like they were going to bed even though they weren't.

"What time is it for you?"

"early"

Peter rolled his eyes with a smile.

"You need to get ready for school."

"and you need to be getting some sleep!"

He could imagine the exact look (Y/N) was making with his face, sad that he couldn't be there to see it in person.

Instead of hitting the FaceTime button like he wanted so badly to do, he just said what he was feeling.

"I miss you"

"i miss you more 🫶"

I'm back at home, you feel so far Waiting for the phone to ring

(Y/N) was over at Ned's house, supposedly studying. In reality all he was doing was nervously glancing at his phone every few seconds.

"Why can't you call him, again?" Ned asked for the hundredth time, sick of his friend not paying attention.

"Because he might be at some important meeting! Or he might be asleep, I don't know- this time difference is screwing me up." (Y/N) bit his nail as he tried to focus on his work again.

He felt bad for treating Ned like this, but he didn't always do this. He just hadn't gotten the call that he usually got around lunch time so now he was anxious.

Picking up his phone he sent Peter a quick text message.

"i'll call you before i go to bed- stay safe and keep having fun!"

Biting his lip he shook his head after it sent, putting his phone down and looking at his notebook. It felt like Peter was a whole planet away, not just an ocean.

When Peter finally saw the text message he wanted to kick himself.

"Kid, come on, we've got to get you some first aid," Tony insisted, trying to get Peter to follow him. They'd just finished fighting and they were both roughed up.

Tony knew the second he got his hands on his phone, Peter wouldn't be available anymore (and would likely ignore his injuries to make sure his boyfriend was okay first).

"I'm so sorry (Y/N), we can definitely call tonight- emergency meeting happened before I was able to call :("

The reply was instant.

"dw babe, i can wait <3 it may come as a surprise to you but i can be very patient"

It's getting lonely living upside down I don't even wanna be in this town Tryna figure out the timezone's making me crazy

When Peter wasn't nervously hanging upside down like a bat on his ceiling, he was adventuring the cities he went to with his fellow Avengers (well- eventually fellow Avengers he hoped).

But everywhere he went he was reminded of (Y/N), things to buy him or pictures to send him- all he wanted to do was be with (Y/N).

Cuddling, watching a movie- and he missed his friends too. As he fell asleep one night he thought about a movie night with (Y/N), Ned, and MJ- or sitting at lunch with them.

Not to mention the time difference was throwing both boyfriend's out of wack-

You say goodmorning when it's midnight Going out of my head, alone in this bed

Peter lay in his bed, wide awake despite the late hour. He didn't often sleep with (Y/N), no matter how many times he wanted to web over to his house after patrol. (Y/N) didn't know about Spider-Man yet, and Peter didn't know when he'd tell him.

But they'd often fall asleep together during hang outs. They'd stay up all night texting/calling and then snuggle together in person- and it'd been two weeks without that.

Peter was feeling alone in the big empty hotel bed.

Suddenly his phone went off and he picked it up.

"morning babe! got coffee and thought of you <3" (Y/N) sent with an attached picture of him at the coffee shop they would frequent together.

Peter sent back a picture of him (it was obvious he had to use the flash of his phone because of the dark of the room) holding a thumbs up with a tired smile.

"Can't wait to go there together when I get back!"

I wake up to your sunset It's driving me mad, I miss you so bad

The couple always sent pictures of the sky to each other, even when Peter was in Queens with (Y/N).

(Y/N) had become lonely, even with his near constant contact with Peter. He missed holding him, his hand. Kissing him.

So he went up to the roof of his apartment building, where he and Peter would relax together often.

He didn't want to cry- it's not like Peter was off at war. He was safe with Mr. Stark and his security team, having fun. He should feel happy for Peter, but he felt like Peter hadn't told him the whole truth about the trip.

Regardless, he took a picture of the sunset he'd been watching and sent it to Peter with a text;

"wanted to share my sunset with you. i can't wait for you to come home"

He wanted to add an "I love you" but decided against it. They hadn't said it yet and that'd be a pretty shitty way to start saying it.

Maybe when he gets back (Y/N) will tell him.

The first thing Peter did when he opened his eyes was reach for his phone- as he had the entire trip. That was the text he woke up to- sent only ten minutes ago.

Standing up from his bed he opened the windows, looking out at the city they were in. The sun was still rising, so he took a picture of it and sent it back.

"My sunrise to your sunset. Poetic, if you ask me"

And my heart-heart-heart is so jet lagged Heart-heart-heart is so jet lagged Heart-heart-heart is so jet lagged Is so jet lagged

What time is it where you are? Five more days and I'll be home

"Only five more days!" (Y/N) announced as he opened the door to his room, going straight to his calendar to mark it off.

Ned and MJ, who had followed behind him, dropped their backpacks and found a place to study.

"Then you'll finally be tolerable again," MJ muttered, clicking her pen as she waited for (Y/N) to sit down with them.

"Oh no, they'll be worse together. I say at least a week of constant PDA and love-sick phrases," Ned corrected, nodding assuredly.

(Y/N) basically jumped out of his skin as his phone went off, quickly pulling it out of his pocket.

"Five more days <3"

Smiling brightly, (Y/N) texted back.

"five more days!"

MJ groaned as she thought about Ned's response and kicked (Y/N) in the shin.

"Ow!"

"Get your ass out of the clouds and help me with my calc homework," MJ ordered with a glare.

Rolling his eyes (Y/N) joined them on the floor, pulling out his stuff.

"You can't tell me you're not excited for Peter to be back," (Y/N) said towards Ned, glancing up at him.

"I am- or I will be, once he's back for at least a week. I'm counting it as four weeks because he'll only get out of the clouds, as MJ said, after a week of you."

"It won't be like that guys, I promise. We can be in a relationship and still be present with our friends!" (Y/N) protested, opening MJ's calculus book.

Ned and MJ shared a look, doubtful. (Y/N) saw and became even more determined to not hoard Peter all to himself when he got back.

I been keeping busy all the time Just to try to keep you off my mind

The next few days were unbearable for (Y/N)- well, for Peter too, but those last days were packed with fighting so he was distracted.

Desperately trying to find things to keep his mind off Peter, he decided to rebuild the Lego death star with Ned (who just wanted to make sure his friend was okay).

It worked for a while, and when they finished it was late- but he still had two days to wait for Peter to come home.

Ned went back to his house with a joyful goodbye- over the last couple of weeks the one-on-one time he had with (Y/N) was usually filled with talking about Peter, but he got a few gems like tonight out of it.

Reading books, painting with MJ, doing puzzles with Aunt May- none of it helped (Y/N) much.

So agony was what was left for the next few days.

I miss you so bad (I miss you so bad) I miss you so bad (I miss you so bad) I miss you so bad (I wanna share your horizon) I miss you so bad (And see the same sun rising) I miss you so bad (And turn the hour back to when you were holding me)

(Y/N) stood with Aunt May and his friends in May's apartment, rocking on the balls of his feet anxiously. Peter had taken Mr. Stark's private jet and he said that Happy would be driving him to the apartment.

A little welcoming party was set up; cake, his favorite dinner, his favorite movie ready to be booted up. Now all that was left was Peter.

The door swung open and once (Y/N) saw his face, he held himself back from launching into his arms.

Aunt May greeted him first, inspecting his face (which was covered in cuts and bruises). (Y/N) was taken aback- what happened in Europe?

When the shock wore off and May was finished greeting him, Peter pulled (Y/N) into a hug as he got close enough.

They rocked back and forth, Peter smiling from ear to ear and (Y/N) frowning with concern.

"Are you okay? What happened?" (Y/N) whispered into his ear, running a hand through the back of his hair.

"I'll explain everything later, I promise."

(Y/N) was okay with that- as long as he got an explanation later. He let the worry go for a second to pull back and give Peter a peck on the lips. He was gonna tell him-

"I missed you."

He chickened out.

"I missed you too," Peter whispered back.

"Promise we'll talk later?"

"Promise."

Hardly separating the whole night, the boys ate dinner with their small family- and enjoyed themselves the whole time.

The heavier topics could be saved for later, because now was the time to be happy that they were together again.

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Whatdya think? I think this one was pretty good.

Hope this was good mango!

-Author Max <3

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queenshelby · 2 years

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Hurt (Part One)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader (x Tom Holland)

Words: 3,078

Warning: Fluff, Age Gap

Summary/Note: You are Tom Holland’s friend and meet Cillian Murphy while they are filming “In The Heart of the Sea”. This plays in 2015 and Tom Holland has just turned 18 for the purpose of this fic whereas Cillian is 39 years of age and divorced.

You were hurt again, but you had never been hurt like this before. It was worse than the three times you had ended it with him in the past and it stung. It stung badly. He had used you again even after you committed the past four years to him, thinking that he was the man you would marry one day. But you couldn’t have been any more wrong about him. He was betraying you for years and you weren’t sure what hurt more, the fact that he cheated on you again, or the fact that he did it with your best friend Nadine.

Nadine was everything to you and you had always been there for her, even through the darkest of times when she lost someone close to her. And yet, she betrayed you and became an accomplice to the crime on your heart.

The feeling of betrayal, hurt and emptiness had washed over your body when you found out about the affair and you felt as though you couldn’t come up for a breath of fresh air. Your consumed with pain and you were drowning it. You felt worthless and believed that Mathew had just been with you for the money.

Money in the tune of 1 milllion pounds your father had left you with when he died so tragically, leaving you without parents at the young age of 18. This money, however, was tied up in a trust fund with a final payout to be made when you turn 25, which was still 5 years away.

It was therefore worth marrying you to secure this kind of inheritance and you felt as though that this was all you were to him. You were his financial security. Nothing more and nothing less.

***

Just as tears came streaming down your face again and you hit the lowest point of your despair, the phone rang finally.

“Are you alright Y/N?” your friend Tom asked with concern as you picked up the phone. You had texted him about your findings but it was only hours later that he called.

“No, I am not fucking alright Tom. I am over it. I am done with men” you told him and, in this moment, you had sworn to yourself that you would never give anyone the power to hurt you like that again. Your ex robbed you of everything. He robbed you of your self-esteem and treated you like were nothing but an object.

“I am sorry Y/N. I didn’t see your message until now. I would have called you right away but I was on set, filming” Tom explained, somewhat upset by the fact that he missed this important message from you. You had been his dearest friend for over ten years and, whilst you were older than him by two years, he had always been the voice of reason for you, the one who you would call if you just didn’t what to do.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to apologise Tom” you reassured him, knowing very well that Tom had been rather worried about you for a while. But, you also knew that he was busy filming his newest movie “In the Heart of the Sea” and therefore had a limited amount of time.

“You should come and visit me. It will clear your head. Despite, this set is so fucking awesome, you should see it” Tom then said and you smiled just for a moment. You could tell that he was excited about this role and you were happy for him.

“Whilst I would love to come for a visit to L.A, I have work to do that can’t wait…” you began to explain but your friend interrupted you.

“You are self-employed Y/N. I am sure you can make time. It would just be for a few weeks and you told me yourself that you needed a break” Tom said naively, not realising what your work entailed but you also knew that you needed some time off, so you agreed.

“I guess I could make time” you told him and, whilst you knew that you would likely be sleeping on the floor in a tiny studio apartment during your stay, you didn’t mind. You clearly needed the distraction and you most certainly didn’t have money for a hotel. Whilst you received a regular allowance from your trust, you utilised this to further your business and you also needed the money to look after your 12-year-old sister who, for the next few weeks, would have to stay with your grandparents if you were to go to LA.

You had become her guardian two years ago and, since then, your life revolved around her. You became her mother and her sister all in one and this, in itself, was difficult as well. But now that she was 12 years old, she didn’t need you as much anymore and your grandmother was more than happy enough to look after her for you so that you could finally take a break.

The following day…

After having packed your bags and booking a last-minute budget flight to LAX, you arrived at Tom’s studio apartment the following day.

The apartment block was conveniently located adjacent to the studio where filming took place and you were rather impressed with its amenities. It had a gym, a large pool and sauna. It was completely booked out for the cast and crew and you wondered whether it was okay for you to stay there.

“Are you sure I can just stay here Tom?” you asked before putting your bags on to the living room floor.

“I cleared it with the studio first, so, yeah, it’s fine” Tom told you before pointing you to a second bed in the corner of the large room.

“They even put a spare bed in here?” you said surprised and Tom nodded.

“They sure did after I explained to them that you are not my girlfriend. Apparently, there was some confusion about this” he admitted with a quiet chuckle.

“There always is” you laughed before finally giving him a warm hug. He had always been like a younger brother to you and you had always looked out for him but, now, it was him who looked out for you.

That night, you talked for long and whilst he would usually join you in eating some comfort foods when either of you were down, he was on this strict diet which didn’t permit him to do so.

“You look so skinny man” you observed and he sure was hungry and you were quick to hide your snacks from him.

“And you look sad, so enjoy your ice cream” Tom said nonetheless before putting on a movie for you both to watch.

The day after…

The following morning, you both got up early and, whilst Tom wanted to take you to the studio and show you around that day, things didn’t quite go as planned.

In fact, as soon as you came walking out of the apartment block together, you were inundated by the press who, just like the studio administration team, thought that you were Tom’s girlfriend.

They took one photo after another of you both and, whilst Tom was trying hard to get them to stop, they wouldn’t.

By this point, you began to get quite queasy, hating the attention of the paparazzies ever since the press in the UK treated you and your sister so ruthlessly following your father’s suspicious death. He was a wealthy businessman and your family attracted a lot of attention at the time.

Tom could see that you weren’t coping and, with that in mind, he suggested that you go the coffee shop across the road and wait it out while he talks to them.

Although you felt rather guilty to leave him, you agreed to his suggestion nonetheless. You were about to have a panic attack and this was clearly the better choice for you.

You hated the press and you hated the fact that these paparazzies were clearly thinking that you were dating Tom which, of course, was simply not true.

Not only has Tom been your friend for over ten years without any rumours like this having been spread in the past, but also had you decided many years ago that you would never go out with an actor. You had travelled with Tom in the past and met several of his colleagues, none of whom had interested you and Tom warned you about men in the industry as well, which was a warning you took seriously. According to him, they were difficult and not always faithful and the last thing you wanted was a man who cheats on you.

Despite, dating in itself was not currently on your radar. You had just broken up with Mathew and, unless prince charming was about to sweep you off your feet unexpectedly, you were going to embrace being single for a while.

***

With all this in mind, you breathed a sigh of relief as you took a seat at an open table near the back of the coffee shop which was straight across from the studio.

Having a clear view of the door and windows from where you sat, you could keep an eye on the paparazzi as they followed Tom back to the studio while you took in a breather.

Guilt gripped you briefly again, thinking about the fact that he had to put up with this kind of harassment while you sat in the cosy coffeeshop, waiting for the air to clear. But, just as you ordered your coffee, the bell above the coffee shop door rang out sharply, yanking you out of her thoughts. Being early in the morning, the person entering the shop was only the second person inside the small premises that morning and he looked somewhat familiar to you.

When this stranger approached you, the breath you had been holding escaped you softly. The newcomer couldn't possibly be another one of those crazy reporters, you thought. He didn’t look like it and he most certainly didn’t have a camera. But why was he walking towards you then?

Your heart thumped hard and a flush crept up your chest when he came closer and then, he suddenly spoke up.

“Hey” he said carefully as your eyes swept over him again. He had the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen and you became mesmerised by them immediately.

“Uhm…hey?” you asked nervously while looking at him.

“I think you lost your wallet” the man then said and, when you looked down at his hands, he carefully placed it onto the table.

“Oh my god, I was just…you know…” you said while clumsily reaching for your wallet and, while doing so, accidently knocking over your coffee and spilling it all over the table.

“Woah, too much caffeine already? And it’s only 7 o’clock” the man chuckled before reaching for some napkins on the table and helping you to clean up the coffee you had spilled.

“I am just a bit flustered this morning. All these reporters… It was just a little much… I am sorry” you told the stranger while accidently brushing his hand with yours and then pulling away, almost knocking over your glass of water as well.

“You are not used to the press?” he asked and, when you shook your head shyly, he carried on. “I get it. They can be pretty persistent here in L.A. and, going by your accent, you are not from here, are you?” the man then asked while putting the dirty napkins into a pile on the table.

“No, I am from the UK and, yes, these paparazzies are bloody awful” you stammered quietly, eliciting another smile from the handsome stranger.

“Well, that is what you get from dating an actor I suppose” he chuckled and, for some reason, you felt it necessary to correct him.

“Oh god no, I am not dating Tom! He is just a friend! In fact, I am totally single. I just broke up with my ex” you blurted out before realising how desperate you sounded and how embarrassing this was getting.

“That’s good to know” the man then chuckled in response and you knew that he was amused by your demur.

“Well, I need to go now. I have things to do…” you then quickly said with blushing cheeks and, by this point, you could barely look at him. Yet, you tried to take glimpse again as he was simply gorgeous with curly hair, ocean blue eyes and full kissable lips. His cheekbones were razor sharp and, for a split second, you desperately wished that you wouldn’t have acted like an idiot in front of him.

“Alright. It was nice to meet you” the stranger then said with sheepish grin just as you got up from your seat.

“You too” you said quickly before walking out of the coffee shop in haste and without picking up your wallet from the table.

Ten hours later…

Later that day, just as you came out of the shower, there was a knock on the door of Tom’s studio apartment. Thinking that Tom forgot his key, you raced to the door and pulled it open with only a white towel wrapped around you.

He had seen you like this before and you certainly didn’t think anything about it.

To your surprise however, when you opened the door, it wasn’t Tom who was standing in the hallway. Instead, it was the stranger from the café earlier that day and your chin dropped.

“Shit, hey…what are you doing here?” you asked. You were in shock to see him and he looked rather surprised as well, likely by the fact that you were almost naked.

“Delivering your wallet” the stranger then told you with a grin while clearly checking you out with these ocean blue eyes of his.

“How did you know where I was staying?” you panicked, wondering whether he was some kind of creep.

“I didn’t. It was a good guess though. I work with Tom and I figured that he could pass the wallet on to you if you weren’t here with him” the stranger then told you with a slight chuckle before introducing himself properly. “I am Cillian by the way. I am just next door” he then said.

“I am Y/N. Nice to meet you…again” you stammered while reaching for your hand and, in the process, almost dropping your towel.

“Okay then, have a good…” Cillian said before wanting to leave and, just as he was about to turn around, you interrupted him.

“Wait, would you like a drink or something?” you quickly asked, sounding like an idiot once again but were rewarded with a grin by the blue-eyed stranger.

“You’ve got something low carb?” he asked and you nodded quickly.

“I have low carb beer. It tastes like shit but you are welcome to it” you told him before inviting him inside and walking to the fridge.

“So, you are part of the cast then huh?” you asked Cillian, considering that he was watching his diet.

“Yes, I am” Cillian responded before thanking you for the beer which you had just handed to him.

“Cool, uhm…yeah…I will get dressed in the bathroom…have a seat…get comfortable or something. Tom will probably be here soon” you told him nervously and, again, he was clearly amused by your demur and grinned.

“Okay” Cillian chuckled with amusement while watching you grab some clothes from your rather messy suitcase and heading to the bathroom.

***

Within seconds, you returned fully clothed in some leggings and a t-shirt while mumbling something to yourself, trying to figure out what to say to Cillian while Tom still hadn’t come back from set.

“Are you okay?” Cillian asked seeing that you were talking yourself.

“I was just asking myself a question” you admitted as your lips twitched in an attempt at a smile. "

"Now I'm really curious. What was the question?" Cillian asked

"It's silly and it certainly isn’t relevant at all" you told him as you shook your head and blushed.

"Well now I have to know" Cillian said. His smile almost knocked you flat and you swallowed harshly, your mouth suddenly bone dry.

Cillian, however, waited for you to speak with his eyes gleaming with laughter.

“How old are you?” you answered breathlessly and Cillian immediately cocked an eyebrow.

“Thirty-nine. Why?” he asked with amusement.

“Thirty-nine?” you said surprised and he nodded before asking you the same.

“How old are you?” he then asked.

“Twenty” you quickly responded nervously just as, finally, Tom came barging through the door, apologising for being late before asking about Cillian’s presence.

“I lost my wallet today and Cillian was nice enough to return to me” you explained before handing Tom a can of diet coke.

“Lucky you. Did he take your cash?” Tom teased before letting you into the secret that Cillian and him have been playing the X-box most evenings after concluding filming for the day. It helped them both to relax and switch off and you couldn’t help but challenge each of them to a game.

“Why would I take her cash you weirdo?” Cillian then laughed and, with that, he stayed another couple of hours, joking and playing some games before heading back to his apartment next door.

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 4 months

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turns out i'm spider-man

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52959547 by enheist Peter Parker has finally turned 18 and has agreed to, in time, join the Avengers and reveal his identity. However, he has one condition; he wants to have some fun with the Avenger's Official Twitter account beforehand. Words: 768, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Academic Decathlon Team Members (Spider-Man: Homecoming), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, James "Rhodey" Rhodes Relationships: Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Twitter, Chatting & Messaging, Spider-Man Identity Reveal, Identity Reveal, Secret Identity, Social Media, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Set in the future, Canon Compliant until Endgame EXCEPT no one dies, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Genius Peter Parker, Genius Tony Stark, Like/follow counts may be exaggerated/unrealistic, but that's okay, Famous Spider-Man, Self-Indulgent, Tony doesn't text correctly it was too serious for me lmao read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52959547

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evermoresilk · 1 year

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Hey, i’ve just came across your acc and your smau’s are so cute! would you do a tom holland blurb with the college reader again, not a smau tho just a fic of whatever you like.

author’s note; OMGGG MY FIRST EVER REQUEST! Sorry this took so long I was coplemanting to even post this or not 😧 Please give your honest remark !!

warnings; none, lmk if there is !

word count; 400

summary; aftermath of the exposure of thier private relationship could be read as a part 2 to this fic

Tom and you continue to keep your relationship private after the little exposion of it by a fanpage. It was overwhelming at first. The amount of follwers you were gaining, the weird dm’s, people asking you about Tom during classes or lectures. You didn’t mind some questions but some were really weird questions but you just move the subject away from the conversation.

Tom visitations were also the same as before sure people come up during dates asking for pictures or for him to sign something if he was feeling it he would gladly do it or if he is not he just politely say no, they understand.

As for today, you weren’t really feeling to be going out. You’ve just finish your 3 reading assigments that came with 6 pages of paper to write as you literature assigment. Sometimes you question yourself for taking Advance Literature, well to late to back out now. Tom was suppose to come over half an hour ago.

You check your phone for any text message or missed phone call from your boyfriend but nothing came up. You just thought maybe he’s running a bit late and got back to typing your assignment.

Just as you were going to put your phone down there was a knock at your dorm room door. You got up from your bed where papers and books where sprawled on.

As you open the door you were greeted with a certian british burnette that had an adorable smiled plasted on his face.

“Hey love, sorry I was late. I picked up the strawberries you wanted from the farmers market a couple blocks away.”

You wrap you arms around him and buried you face in the crook of his neck.

“I was going to call you” you said while your cheek is pressed again his shoulder you moved a bit backwards so he can come in but still stayed in the same position you didn’t want to let him go.

he shut the door with his foot and still had you in his embrace.

“I knew you’ve been working for the past 6 hours. I didn’t want to bother you so I just thought maybe I just dropped by, since you knew I was coming anyways.”

“You are literally a life saver Tom” you just stayed in his arms. You didn't want to think or do anything you just want to stay like this. You felt safe and all the stress washed away.

“Hey, how about you clean up your bed and I make you some tea. We could put on a show on the television and just cuddle and you can eat the strawberries I just bought?” he suggested while kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

This is all you need after writing for 6 hours a moment to snuggle with your boyfriend while munching on some strawberries and drinking hot tea on an evening.

likes, reblogs and comments are so appreciated <3

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heytherejulia · 2 years

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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

word count: 1,9k

Harry was sitting on the couch smiling at his phone. For the past few days he had been texting with this cute girl he ran into at the club. During this time, he got to know her quite well and began to discover that he might have some feelings for her.

But Harry didn't have as much confidence as Tom, as much charm as Sam, he wasn’t as good looking as Harrison (in his opinion) or had as much charisma as Paddy. He just wasn't them and he just wasn’t the best when it came to girls. He needed some advice, but he knew asking his brothers or Harrison would definitely not be that much of a help. The guys may have been good with the opposite sex, but they weren't shitty advisers on this field.

On the other hand, Tom, Sam and Haz did notice a change in Harry's behavior and figured that something serious was bothering their friend, but they wouldn't be themselves if they hadn't teased him before trying to help. Harry was too focused on replying to your message to notice that Tom was standing behind him reading all the messages on the screen.

‘So who is Y/N with a heart emoji, bro?’ The younger Holland jumped as usual in fear. Habit.

‘None of your business.’ He smirked sarcastically and locked the screen of his phone.

‘Hey Harry, come on, I told you about my current girlfriend.’

‘Yeah, you did. Two years ago, when I caught you with her on foreplay in our kitchen. I don't think I've heard of Zendaya as your official girlfriend before, and you've been shooting with her a lot longer.’

‘You should ask her out sometimes, you know? Maybe this is your chance, man.’ He knew Tom was right, but he would never admit it for his life.

‘Yeah yeah. I'm going to my room.’ Harry was halfway up the stairs when he heard Tom scream.

‘Just ask her on a date already!’ The words automatically made both Harrison, Sam and Daya run out of their rooms.

‘Who's asking whom on a date?’

Harry felt his cheeks turning red, and the urge to stick Tom's mouth shut or to kill him was growing with every second. Tom, on the other hand, couldn't care less about his lil bro’s death stares and pleading glances. Maybe he felt a little sorry for him, but at the same time, he knew it would be better for Harry if he shared it with his loved ones. As an older brother and a friend, he knew that this particular twin was not the smoothest with the girls and their help would certainly be needed.

‘Nobody, not now at least, but Harry's been hanging out with some girl named Y/N and he should definitely take her on a date.’

‘Leave me alone, I'm going to my room.’

When Harry disappeared behind the door to his room, it was Tom who spoke first.

‘We have to help him somehow. He will never go out with her without us.’

‘Ooh, man. Do we play matchmakers? I'm in it.’ The enthusiasm that gushed out of Harrison and Tom was worrisome to Zendaya, and she genuinely felt sorry for Harry, but she doubted her intervention in this endeavor would help anyone.

‘Sam, you’re in, right?’ Daya really hoped Sam would be smarter than her boyfriend and his best mate, but, oh boy, she was so wrong. The younger Holland joined this plan as eagerly as the previous two.

‘Z, are you with us?’

‘No, definitely not. Guys, you should let Harry make his own decision and you definitely shouldn't be playing matchmakers. Especially when you suck at it.’

‘Oi! But you know him. He won't do anything until someone pushes him to do it.’

‘It's still his life, Tom. Anyway, I'm going to the store, do you guys want something?’ The boys shook their heads. ‘See you later then.’

‘Hey, Z’ The girl turned. Tom walked over to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. ‘Now you can go.’

After Zendaya left, the boys began to create a brilliant plan to get Harry to ask you on a date. They forced him to listen to their advice, on the condition that they would leave him alone afterwards.

Harry had two options here: listen to these idiots and maybe take advantage of it, or ignore them and deal with their complaints for the next few days. The second option definitely suited him better (excluding brothers and a friend sticking their noses into his love life), but the first option was a win-win for everyone. After all, he did not have to take their advice, and listening to them would not hurt him.

‘Okay, Harry. We have three ideas, three great ideas for your date with Y/N. And before you get out of the way, everything is already set up with your cute girlfriend.’

‘How the hell did you do that?!’

‘We hacked your account, man, and you’re meeting with her this Friday. This is where my wonderful plan comes in.’ Tom began. ‘Well, you’ll take her to the cinema for the horror movie, and then …’

As it turned out later, Tom's plan sucked so bad. Not only was the movie boring, but not scary at all, not least in Harry’s and yours opinion, but Tom, Sam and Haz, who went to the same screening to follow their brother's progress, screamed like little girls on every jumpscare that appeared on the screen. At the end, you and Harry spent some time in the café talking about the shitty movie and your hobbies, but to the boys' displeasure, there was no open flirting or kissing between you, you just acted like friends.

***

‘Okay, now that we know Spider-boy's plan sucks, we're going with mine. You’ll take her to paintball and then perhaps with a bit of luck you can kiss her. You know, someone will shoot her and you will take care of her.’

This date turned out to be an even greater failure than the previous one. You went on paintball (matchmakers along to spy on you), but as soon as you started the game, you were shot down by a player from another team in the face and ended up with a big bruise under your eye and visited an emergency room because of the paint in your eye. In fact, Harrison's plan probably worked slightly too well.

You didn't blame Harry for the whole incident and even said that it was your craziest stay in the hospital and that you had a lot of fun in the waiting room, while waiting for some ophthalmologist to remove the green paint from your eye. Fortunately, the paint was non-toxic and you were able to return to work after a few days, but Harry was still furious with his friends who came up with silly ideas like hiring a guy to shoot his date friend.

‘Well, Batman fucked up too.’

‘Hey! Not at all! The plan was good, it wasn't my fault some idiot shot her in the face!’

‘You hired this idiot.’

But Tom and Harrison didn't hear Harry’s words because they were too busy with their own problems. They started arguing over whose plan was better, and went on to arguing about who would win a fight: Spider-man or Batman.

‘Batman.’

‘Spider-man.’

‘Batman!’

‘Spider-man!’

‘Batman!!’

‘Spider-man!! Do you know how I know it? Because I'm Spider-man.’

‘Shut up, you twats. Harry, just take her for a walk in the park, you both have dogs, so take them and go for a romantic walk. It can't go wrong.’

Contrary to Sam's assurances, it could.

Your doggie was still a puppy and was afraid of practically every bigger noise, so when you walked into Richmond Park and saw how many people had taken their dogs out just like you two, Harry knew that a third date in a row would be a total failure.

And that's exactly what happened, because the little french bulldog ran away from you as soon as a few larger dogs ran up and started barking at Tessa and Muffin, inviting them to play, and you both spent the whole afternoon looking for your dog. He eventually was found two days later when a woman came with him to the vet and called you after she saw your poster about a lost puppy.

However before your dog got lost, Haz, Tom and Sam decided to take Monty for a walk to spy on Harry and you. They turned out to be even worse spies than dating advisers. The three of them wore hoodies and sunglasses and sat on the bench directly opposite the one that you were sitting on. Harry recognized them right away, but not wanting to start a fight, he just offered you a walk in another part of the park.

But you did not live under a rock, and you recognized the boys, not only from the internet but also from Harry's stories. So when he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the west side of the park, you smiled awkwardly and waved at the young men sitting on the bench.

By that point, Harry was already so furious with the three of them that he gave them silent treatment and only spoke to Zendaya, who lived with them. He knew it was childish behavior, and in fact some of the events were downright bad luck and coincidence, but he was furious nonetheless, perhaps more at himself than at the boys.

Harry was sitting in the kitchen, editing photos from the last photoshoot he had taken and drinking his very milk tea when Z entered the room.

‘How's your dating going, Harry?’ The boy scowled at her and rolled his eyes.

‘Terriously, but I'm quitting making another attempt, maybe we just shouldn't be together.’

‘Or maybe you should just stop listening to those idiots you call friends? Two-thirds of them have no girlfriends, and your idiot of a brother is mostly with me because I took all the first steps. Harry, try something simple that both of you will be comfortable with. For example, invite her to your place for a movie marathon and just have a good time. If it doesn't spark between you guys, she’s not the one, but please don't do anything Sam, Harrison or Tom suggest you do.’

As it turned out later, Zendaya’s advice was the best of all. Harry really invited you to a Netflix marathon, and you watched “Brooklyn 9-9” cuddled up for the whole night. Perhaps you even shared a few kisses during one or the other episode, and then you perhaps even stayed overnight.

At a time when Harry was finally having his dream date with his perfect girl, Zendaya was lecturing the boys about their irrational behavior.

‘I told you all it is his life and to not interfere. I told you that Harry had to take the first step himself and your advice would not help him. Didn’t I?’

‘Darling, we just wanted to help.’

‘You should have helped him by simply supporting him, not by arranging shitty dates for him. Therefore, all three of you will apologize to Harry and Y/N for your behavior.’

‘But, Daya.’ The girl interrupted Harrison's statement. ‘End of discussion, boys. You know I'm right.’

She was, but neither of them was going to admit it. Maybe that was just the trait of all Hollands. And the Osterfields.

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Hi sweetheart 💜

First of all (and I apologize for being so late, but life's been hell lately), congratulations on this milestone, I’m so proud and happy for you 💜✨️

Second of all, thank you for tagging me in this event!!! If I’m still on time, may I request a Peter fluffy piece with best friend!reader helping him revising for a test and at one point she leans against him and her breasts are touching his back and he totally bluescreens and goes "omg boobs I’m touching your boobs your boobs are touching me"? I can totally see him doing that 🤣🤣🤣

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Peter the Awkward Boob : Peter Parker x BestFriend!Reader

Description: 345wc, Peter Parker becomes even more of an awkward mess when his best friend’s boobs brush his back when they’re studying together. Fic &. text SMAU

Warnings: mentions of boobs, children being naked (nothing inappropriate! Just childhood bff thing)

“Peter, what did you get for number three?” Y/n asked, rubbing her face tiredly.

“Umm…, number three? I came up with fifteen point eight seven” He responded, looking at his notebook.

“How?!” She groaned, standing up and walking to his side of the table to see his notes.

Peter laughed and shrugged.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, that was your answer for number four not three! Don’t scare me like that!” Y/n gasped, leaning down to tap his sloppily written notes.

Y/n felt Peter tense up and heard him mumble something under his breath.

She laughed, “I can’t hear you, what?”

Peter played with his scratched up hands the way he would whenever starting to ramble.

Y/n prepared herself for some long winded excuse as to why he mixed up the numbers, knowing he’d overcompensate to try to cover his tiny mistake.

“Oh my god” he mutters, his pale cheeks flushed, “boobs”.

She busted up laughing, “boobs, Peter? That’s what’s on your mind right now?”

Peter nodded shyly, “I’m touching your boobs! I.. or… errr… your boobs are touching me".

Y/n paused, taking in the scene.

When she leaned to look closer at his notes and point to line four, her breasts evidently pressed against his back.

She cringed with embarrassment and stepped back, “oh, sorry”.

Y/n quickly walked back to her seat, hoping to change the subject back to studying.

“No!” Peter blurted, closing his eyes as he called his mind and mouth down before speaking again, “you are uhhh fine, I just… yeah… I wasn’t uhh..”.

She shook her head, laughing at how awkward her best friend managed to make the situation.

“Peter, we’ve known each other since we were in diapers, I’m fairly certain you’ve seen me naked” She teased.

His eyes widened as he started rubbing the back of his neck, “y/n/n! That’s not the same!”

She laughed and rolled her eyes, “can we get back to this you awkward dork?”

Peter groaned but nodded, trying to glue his eyes to his paper only to find them moving to shyly look at her.

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Just Another Trope || T.H.

college!tom x reader

Chapter 6: The Mean Girl

Synopsis: Time for the big playoffs game!

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You pace back and forth in your room, biting your nails and unable to peel your eyes off of that damn jersey. The realization that you and Tom are just a hair short from being official is finally dawning on you. You don’t know how to be a girlfriend. You’ve never done it before!

At last, you’ve let yourself believe that Tom truly likes you exactly how you are, but the urge to put in extra effort into how you look is becoming overbearing. You groan loudly as you throw yourself on your bed. A few minutes pass by when you get the bright idea to text Gen and the rest of her small group.

A few more minutes go by until you can actually think of what to say. Even through text messages, talking to people can be so nerve wracking for you. But this has to be done. You contemplate on what to say, trying your best not to sound like you’ve been deprived of socialization your whole life. Finally, you just settle for—

Y/n: Hey!

G: Heyy Y/n! What’s up?

Y/n: Do you think I can get ready with you guys? Tom is letting me wear his jersey and I just wanna look… nice

Y/n: Nvm that was a weird thing to ask. Sorry!

You throw your phone to the side before slamming your face into a pillow and letting out a muffled scream. “God, why do you have to be so awkward?” You curse yourself out loud.

You take another peek at your phone to see if they at least gave you a pity reply, but no notifications were shown. Great. Just as you were about to give up on the idea of looking good at the game, you jump when you hear rapid knocks at your door.

You shuffle over to the door and slowly crack it open. Based off the intensity of the knocks, you’re partly expecting a huge, burly man to be standing there with duct tape and zip ties in hand. To your surprise, it’s actually Gen. Behind her stand Hayden, Willow, and Nova, all of them with various kinds of makeup, hair care, and skin care products. They heave heavily, Willow even taking a deep puff from her inhaler.

“Uh, hi.” You mutter.

Gen smiles and weakly pushed past you, allowing herself into your dorm room. “Sorry we took so long.” She says, “We came right away when we saw your text.”

You snicker, “It’s okay. Fifteen seconds isn’t too bad.”

The rest of the group takes her lead and files right in. You can’t resist the smile that creeps onto your lips as you realize this must be what it’s like to have friends. Real friends. Not people who only talk to you because you have a class together.

“You have to tell us EVERYTHING.” Nova gushes. “I can’t believe Holland finally made a move.”

“And he pulled the hottest person on campus!” Hayden adds as they bring you into a tight hug and sway you back and forth.

You chuckle as you pat them on the back, momentarily forgetting just how awkward you are when it comes to physical contact. Tom and his damn charm have tricked you into thinking you can tolerate it now, but turns out you’re just use to his touch— not that you mind.

“We’re not exactly official yet, you guys.” You remind them.

They all look between one another, each sharing the exact same expression. As if it were some sort of telepathic communication between everyone but you, they let out a loud “Pfft!” in nearly perfect unison.

One of them ushers you towards your vanity and sits you down, their hands immediately going to your hair. “So I think it would look really cute if we braided the front parts of your hair and then pin them back.”

“Really? I was thinking we pick it all up into a messy clip with a soft glam look.”

As one voice begins to overlap the other, you smile to yourself and relax. A guy has finally reciprocated your feelings for him, your grades are still better than ever, and you now have a genuine group of friends. Everything seems to be falling into place for you.

Meanwhile, Tom is also smiling to himself as he finishes lacing up his cleats. You’ve been on his mind since he left your dorm.

“So she said yes?” He hears Harrison’s voice from above him.

Tom snaps out of his thoughts, “What’d you say?”

“Y/n.” Harrison clarifies, grunting as he takes a seat on the ground next to Tom, “You’ve been smiling since you’ve gotten here like a lovesick div. So I’m assuming you finally confessed your love and are currently living happily ever after.”

The pink tint simmers into Tom’s cheekbones as he thinks about the mini make out session he had with you just moments before arriving at practice. “Yeah. Almost there, mate.” Tom responds. He’s never been one to kiss and tell.

Harrison smiles and grabs a hold of one of Tom’s shoulders, “Happy for you, bro.”

“What’s this I hear? Holland got himself a little girlfriend?!” Their teammate chimes in, having heard part of their conversation while passing by.

Another one of their teammates joins in by whistling, “Damn Tom. You actually snagged that hot, smart chick you brought to practice?”

“She has a name.” He corrects them, trying not to sound too defensive.

The immature group of boys let out a chorus of “oohs” while playfully shoving Tom around and pinching his cheeks. They pucker their lips and begin making kissing noises, inevitably sending the poor Brit into a fit of embarrassed laughter. He wants to be upset with the way some of the guys refer to you, and just women in general, but he’ll save that for another day. Right now, he’s still too overjoyed at the thought of seeing you in his jersey. Such a simple, juvenile notion, but Tom is too head over heels to care.

“Okay we won’t call her ‘hot nerdy chick’ anymore. What’s her name for real, bro?”

“It’s—”

“It’s Y/n. Right?” …Jamie.

Tom makes eye contact with her, and she’s furious. Her lips are knitted tightly with raised eyebrows as she pokes her hip out and crosses her arms over her chest. Tom gulps, suddenly hesitant to blab on and on about you. He’s in no way afraid to show you off. It’s just that Jamie is one to cause a scene, and Tom doesn’t want to let anything dampen his good mood. Especially before the game.

He nods his head cautiously, “Yeah. Y/n and I are, uh, unofficially official I guess you can say.”

“Wonderful.” Jamie scoffs unsubtly.

“Yeah it is wonderful, J. Thank you.” Tom answers just as passive aggressively.

Some of the boys on the team snicker at the obvious tension, almost all of them knowing Jamie had her claim on Tom for a long time now. Luckily, the coach blows his whistle, rounding up the team like cattle. Harrison chuckles, “I hope Y/n knows how to fight.”

Tom furrows his brows before giving his best friend’s shoulder a nice warning punch. He tries to follow everyone to the team huddle, but of course, he’s being held back by a small hand on his arm. Tom doesn’t need to look to know it’s Jamie, who is probably about to rip him a new one like the psycho she is. However, much to his surprise, her face is soft and concerned as opposed to her angry demeanor only seconds ago. Instantly, his fight or flight instincts ease up. Being the kind person he is, he decides to give her the time of day.

“What is it now?”

“I’m just worried for you, Tommy. That’s all.”

Tom closes his eyes momentarily, trying to keep his composure, and takes a deep breath. He gently pulls his arm from her grip before taking a step back, creating a respectful distance. “What is there to worry about?” He asks. “Y/n has never done anything to anyone.”

“No, I know that! Trust me, she’s a total sweetheart.” She giggles tensely. “It’s just that… I know she’s not used to getting much attention from guys, and let’s face it, anyone with a functioning pair of eyeballs can tell she has a thing for Harry Osborn—”

Tom seethes at the mere mention of his name, jealousy getting the best of him. “What does he have to do with any of this?”

“I’m getting there! Word on the street is Harry’s gonna make a move on Y/n tonight. I just don’t want to see you get hurt when the guy of her dreams finally gives her the attention she’s been craving.” Jamie huffs.

‘The guy of her dreams?’ Tom thinks to himself. From the way you’ve described Harry, it always sounded like a small, innocent crush. What if you’re only settling for him because Harry is too busy sleeping with all the freshman? Tom physically shudders. ‘What did she ever see in him? Would she really leave me for him though?’

His thoughts are interrupted by that same grating voice. “You still there, Tommy?”

“Yeah.” Tom’s voice is hoarse. “I don’t need you to worry about me or Y/n. We’re going to be just fine.”

“Are you sure?”

There’s a beat. A pause. Just like it’s been for the past couple of weeks, Tom isn’t sure again. Now there’s so much to think about. So many details to overanalyze. So many things that could possibly happen. Tom is not sure at all now, but still he says—

“I’m positive.”

With that, he turns around to join his teammates.

Jamie is only a few steps behind him with a confident strut and a smirk on her lips. She has a plan, and it’s been in motion since this morning. The deceivingly harmless strawberry blonde is going to get what she wants, one way or another. And she couldn’t care less who goes down in the process.

“Are you guys sure the eyeliner isn’t too much?” You question your friends one last time.

“Noo!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Not at all.”

You sigh and close the camera app on your phone. Currently, you’re riding in Willow’s car along with the others. You feel bad for the amount of times they’ve had to reassure you tonight, but you can’t help feeling a little out of place. You have to admit, you do look incredible. However, between the falsies and the “subtle” glittery eyeshadow, you almost feel like an imposter. What if Tom doesn’t even like you with makeup on? Or worse— he does.

Your anxious overthinking has no choice but to move to the background of your mind as Willow successfully finds a place to park in the crowded parking lot. You all shuffle out of the car one by one as a sudden rush of excitement vibrates through your bones. This is the first time you’ve gone to a school function that wasn’t mandatory.

“Let’s put some pep in our step, ladies and non-lady.” Nova says, “We have to hurry, if we want good seats!”

You could just scream as happiness bubbles in your stomach. Despite how out of place you may feel while hanging out with this crowd and wearing the star player’s jersey, you let yourself have hope and let your guard down— something Tom has taught you how to do unintentionally. Gen and Hayden link their arms with yours as you all begin to make your way through the sea of people.

You’re reminded just how popular Gen and the others are as it quickly became apparent why Nova wanted to hurry inside. You all were barely able to set one foot onto the premises before being bombarded by what seemed like every single person on campus. In such a short amount of time, you were briefly introduced to lab partners, girls from the volleyball team, old roommates, weird dudes from high school, and somehow your university’s mascot. You huff and briskly tap your foot against the ground, growing more and more anxious the longer it takes to reach the bleachers. The accustomed feeling of being invisible creeps back into your mind. Not a single person that has walked up to your group paid you more than a simple “hi” or a judgemental glance up and down.

Your heartbeat begins to thump louder than the overlapping conversations of everyone around you. “Hey, I’m going to use the restroom really quick.” You lean over and whisper to Gen.

“Okay, I can come with you.” She smiles.

“No, no. It’s okay, it’s just right there.” You insist.

Gen looks at the distance between the restrooms and where they’ve stopped for the time being. Her gaze turns back over to you with raised brows.

“I’ll be quick.” You have to further reassure her.

“Fine. Just be careful! Holland will murder us if you get kidnapped.”

You offer the best chuckle you can, but your vision is becoming blurry and everyone’s voices are muffled. Your mouth runs dry as you make a beeline for the restrooms. Having panic attacks when you’re around a lot of people isn’t anything new to you, so you know the drill. “Just breathe. Just breathe.”

Instead of entering the restrooms, you find a somewhat secluded spot near them and double over. “Okay. Okay I c-can see, uh, my shoes. Bright lights. The concession stand. Our school colors. And um, my hands. Sure.”

You begin to pace back and forth, trying your best not to look crazy. “Come on, four things I can hear. Um my breathing, the marching band, someone laughing, and people cheering.”

Although your breathing has become a little more steady, the pounding sensation in your head is something you can’t ignore. Still, you continue, “Three things I can feel… my clothes. Um, t-the wind. God, it’s so windy…”

Your speech becomes slurred as you start to feel weak in the knees. You pinch the bridge of your nose and squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that it’ll help you power through. The world suddenly begins to spin faster as a big gust of wind blows through, essentially knocking you off your already unbalanced feet. You quickly mentally prepare for your body to become acquainted with the hard, disgusting ground. However, what you feel instead are a pair of arms underneath your armpits, catching you in a trust fall style.

“Woah! You’re lucky I made it to you in time. You were about to eat dirt, literally.”

You recognize the voice, but you’re still too much in a daze to properly react. He helps you get stable, holding onto your hips until you stop wobbling. “Thanks, Harry.”

“No problem. Here, you can have my water.” He offers.

Your eyes meet his and you smile thankfully, grabbing the water bottle from him and taking a few big gulps.

Harry carries on with the small talk, “So I see you’re here for Holland.” You follow his finger and realize he’s referring to the earth shattering soccer jersey clinging to your torso.

“Yeah. He.. uh, he- well we are uh… yeah I’m here for Tom.” You stutter, but not because Harry is making you nervous. You just don’t want to be the first one to say you and Tom are exclusive.

Harry nods curtly and sucks his teeth, “Man that’s too bad because I always thought you were kinda cute. Happy for you guys though.”

You’re immediately confused. No, dumbfounded. NO, you’re actually flabbergasted by the words that just came out of his mouth. You rack your brain thinking of what interaction the two of you could’ve possibly had to make him think you’re cute. He’s never paid attention to you long enough to really conclude that. Even when he kissed you in high school, you could tell his mind was somewhere else. What’s confusing you the most, however, is why he decided to tell you now. You thought him and Tom were friends, and that’s definitely not something you say to your friend’s almost girlfriend.

“What-”

“Y/n, there you are! Is… everything okay?” Gen trots over to you and Harry, looking between you two suspiciously.

It’s hard to pull your gaze away from him, but not for your usual reasons. This is the first time you’ve seen him without rose colored glasses— your first glimpse of how he masks such toxicity with charisma. ‘What did I ever see in him?’ You think to yourself.

“Peachy.”

“Never better.”

You both answer as you still stare at him in bewilderment. Harry stands there with a deceivingly warm grin.

Gen chuckles awkwardly, “O-kay. Well the girls found a seat, so we should go.” She tugs on your arm.

“Mind if I tag along with you guys for a little while? My buddies definitely aren’t here yet.” Harry interjects.

“Where are they?” She asks him.

“They’re still setting up for the party.”

Gen nods, “Oh. Well then of course. The more the merrier.”

Tom stands on his tiptoes as if that’ll give him a better view of the crowd. Harrison let’s out a hearty chuckle at the sight of his best friend resembling a young boy looking for his parents in the crowd at his first recital. “She’ll show up soon, Thomas.” Harrison reminds him.

“But when?!” Tom exclaims, not caring that he now looks and sounds like a small child. “Look. There’s Nova, Willow, and Hayden, but no Y/n.”

“Also, no Gen.” Harrison points out his missing girlfriend. “Maybe they just stopped at the concession.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m still gonna keep an eye out though.” He insists, continuing to hold a strong gaze on the stands.

For multiple reasons, tonight is nerve racking for Tom. If the team wins, they get into the playoffs and everyone is counting on him to get them there. Not only is it an important game, it’s the first game you’re ever gonna see him play in. Although he might not show it all the time, you already make him nervous enough! There’s just something about your captivating eyes and gorgeous smile that could make Tom melt right into his shoes. He’ll have hundreds of people cheering him on tonight, but he only cares about one.

He scans every face and his eyes dart between every entrance until finally he sees Gen. Tom perks up and his heart is racing. He’s gonna explode. He’s going to absolutely explode if he has to wait a second longer to see… you.

“Wow.” He mumbles to himself as you make your grand appearance. You look just as he thought you would. Beautiful. His entire face and the tip of his ears burn bright red with adoration. He wishes he could leave kisses all over your face right in that moment.

Tom watches in awe as you look around nervously. He can tell you’re trying your best to be more social. A part of him is so proud to see you with Gen because he didn’t set that up for you this time. He’s glad that his “tutoring” has paid off just as much as yours has.

He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “Hey! Y/n!”

You look down at the field, knowing there’s not a chance anyone in the stands would be calling your name. You scan the green turf and all you can see are players wearing the same colored jersey as you.

“Over here! To your right!”

You can barely hear him, but still your eyes slowly shift to your right. Sure enough, there’s Tom completely alone off to the side. He jumps up and down and waves his arms with the biggest grin on his face. You giggle at his antics, yet you find yourself mirroring him exactly. The both of you act as if you didn’t see each other earlier this morning. You excitedly point to his number plastered on your stomach and back, along with his last name. You understand that wearing his jersey is a big deal to him.

Tom laughs to himself. He knows full and well he’s drawn the attention of half the people in the crowd, but right now, all he can focus on is you. He cups his hands around his mouth one more time to shout—

“…Beautiful!”

You weren’t sure if he yelled a full sentence or not, the voices around you beginning to grow louder and louder. Still, you heard the important part. You blush madly and place a hand over your swelling heart. Almost completely in sync, Tom does the same. When did you become so crazy about him?

“Sorry guys! I got stopped by one of my professors. Something about 10 missing assignments.” Harry explains himself as he catches up to you and Gen. He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it slightly. “Maybe I can be your next study buddy, yeah?” You can feel your skin screaming for help as he then rubs up and down your arm. Of course, you’re too nice to say anything about it so instead you subtly try shrugging him off.

The moment shared between you and Tom was short lived. He witnessed the whole thing, feeling an empty pit growing in his stomach. He tried his best not to let Jamie’s words get to him, but seeing that asshole with his hand on you makes all of his previous worries return. Tom’s too far away to read your body language, let alone see your facial expressions. This only makes him more anxious. He starts to worry he didn’t make his feelings clear enough back at your dorm. Although he’s not quite sure how you can misinterpret “Y/n, I’ve liked you for a really long time now”.

You offer Tom a small wave before joining the others on the bleachers. He waves back, hoping you can’t see the change in his facial expression from where you are.

Soon after this encounter, the game began and the team wasn’t off to a very good start. They were missing passes, missing goals, and there have already been 2 fights that nearly broke out. You don’t know anything about soccer. You only know as much as Tom has told you, which is very little. However, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that 5-0 is not ideal.

“Oh…OH! WHOO!” You cheer.

“No, Y/n. That’s not a good thing.” Nova grumbles.

You look at her in confusion and then back down to the scene on the field. “What? Why? Tom pushed him out of the way and got the ball.”

“Pushing isn’t exactly allowed.” Gen explains, “See the ref raising a yellow card now? That means Tom just got a warning and he’s benched for a few minutes.”

Your slump shoulders, still not completely understanding how some pushing is allowed and some pushing isn’t. You watch Tom stomp over to the bench while running furious hands through his hair. This is a sharp contrast to the sweet, happy Tom you’re always witnessing.

He sits down and groans, angrily knocking a water bottle that was near him to the ground. Jamie, who was already on the bench, slides closer to him. “That was such a bullshit call.”

“No, it wasn’t. I shoved him.” Tom admits. “And did you see me miss that goal earlier? God, I’m playing like absolute shit today. Of course, this would be the first game Y/n gets to see.”

Tom squeezes his eyes shut as he anxiously bounces his leg up and down. Jamie rolls her eyes and looks back at the crowd. She can’t help but scoff when she spots you, watching from the crowd with confusion etched in your features as Gen tries explaining the game to you.

“Something tells me she wouldn’t know the difference.” She mutters.

For a brief moment, she makes eye contact with Harry. No words were exchanged, but everything they needed to say was said.

Jamie turns around and places a comforting hand on Tom’s back. “I’m sure she’s still gonna think you’re amazing, Tommy. I mean, who wouldn’t?” With her free hand, she twirls around a strand of hair.

“It’s more than just that. It’s bad enough that I needed help in class and she had to tutor me. Now suddenly I suck at the one thing I swore I was good at. She’s gonna think I’m pathetic.” Tom seethes.

He’s upset enough that his team is losing, but it’s a different story when they’re losing because of him. Shame fills him and all he wants is to be in your arms, but he can’t even look at you right now because he’s so embarrassed.

“Whatever. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. Sorry.”

“Holland!” The coach yells. “You’re back in. Hurry up!”

Without another word exchanged, Tom runs back onto the field. You clap and cheer for his return, “Yeah, Tom! Whooo!”

From beside you, you can hear Harry chuckle. “I wonder what’s throwing your boyfriend off his game.”

“It’s probably just nerves.” You defend, “Everyone gets nervous.”

Harry scoffs, “Not me.”

You purse your lips and awkwardly nod your head, unsure of how to respond to that. You stare at Harry as if he was a stranger. That’s when you realize that in reality, he is. It doesn’t matter that he remembered your name or that he was your first kiss, you know nothing about him. Annoyance pumps through your veins as you begin to pick up on what he’s trying to do.

“Don’t you think he was a little too close to that Jayden chick down there?” He asks you.

You roll your eyes in response, “You mean Jamie?”

“Same difference.”

This reminder of Jamie takes you back to this morning. Your blood boils as your mind replays the image of her hands all over his arm and her lips dangerously close to his ears. It’s none of your business, but you wished you asked Tom what she whispered to him.

“I’m just saying, it doesn’t seem very boyfriend material of him.”

“Well he’s not exactly my boyfriend yet so…”

A menacing smirk grows on Harry’s lips as he quirks up his brow, “So there’s still a chance for me. Good to know.”

An incredulous laugh escapes your lips as you bask in the irony. Harry’s had a chance for years, and for the first time, you couldn’t care less about him. That’s when your eyes find Tom on the field. His curls are dampened by sweat, causing them to droop down into his face. You’re a good distance away, but you can still see his muscular chest heaving with every deep breath he takes. Your heart swells.

Suddenly, Tom steals the ball from his opponent and you jump to your feet instinctively. He rushes across the field, dodging the other players left and right.

“Go, Tom!”

He can see that he’ll soon be surrounded and blocked by at least three other players, so Tom scoops out his options. Having to decide quickly, he passes the ball with a hard kick to Harrison before smacking into his opponent and tumbling to the ground. Harrison secures the ball, dribbling it the rest of the way down the field before making the teams first goal of the game.

The rest of the crowd joins you on their feet as they cheer, Gen roaring the loudest of all of them.

“What a spectacular way to end the first half of our game with a clean goal made by Osterfield, who had an assist from Holland! Stay tuned to see if these two young men can lead their team to the playoffs tonight.” The commentator booms over the speaker.

After being informed that you can talk to Tom during halftime, you don’t waste a second getting down there. You watch as your friends greet their partners, giggling to yourself as you take in all the matching jerseys. Suddenly, your feet are being lifted off of the ground and the world begins to spin faster than usual.

You let out a shrill laughing yell as you wrap your arms around the neck of who you’re assuming is Tom.

“Oh, am I glad to see you, darling. I feel like it’s been ages.” Tom sighs dramatically.

He sets you back down, but you both remain secured in each other’s arms. “It’s only be a few hours.” You giggle.

“A few too many, in my opinion. Thank you for coming.” He says.

Tom leans over to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which you graciously accept. He smiles like a madman when you pull apart, forgetting all about his frustrations from earlier in the game.

You cup his face in your hands, “No need for thanks. You were doing so great out there! I mean that goal you just made- UGH!”

“Harrison made that goal, darling.”

“Yeah, but you helped him, right? Oh my god, the way you stole the ball! That was AMAZING! How do you even move your feet like that??” You continue to gush.

Without trying, you’ve significantly improved Tom’s mood. Even in his worst moments, you can always see the best in him. The twinkle in your eyes as you talk about him sends warmth throughout his body.

“I know they’re gonna throw the party tonight if we win or not—”

“When we win.” You swiftly correct him.

Tom smiles and decides to throw you a bone, “When we win… but how about we ditch?”

“You wanna ditch the party? Why?”

He shrugs sheepishly, “There’s somewhere else I wanna take you. It’s special.”

Memories from the last time Tom did something special for you flood your mind. You can’t help the giddiness that comes with those thoughts, but you choke it down. There’s nothing more lame than literally squealing at the mere reminder of your first date with Tom.

“I guess I could ditch the party scene for once.” You say sarcastically.

“Thank you so much! I know pulling Y/n L/n away from a total rager is a lot to ask.” Tom matches your level of sarcasm with an obnoxious American accent.

You lean into his chest as you both laugh, and he wraps his arms around your frame. Unknowingly to the both of you, Jamie watches your entire interaction from a distance. Obviously bothered, she rolls her eyes before marching away.

“I was thinking about hitting the concession stand. Those hot dogs look like the perfect amount of gourmet and gas station chic.” You joke, “Do you want anything?”

“Um maybe just a gatorade please.”

“Blue?”

“Red.”

“Weirdo.”

Tom’s jaw drops and he playfully slaps his hand over his heart like he always does. “You show up to one social event on your own and it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

You giggle and lightly shove his shoulder, “So dramatic.”

This time you’re the one to pull him in for a quick peck before making your way to the concession stand. The lines were dreadfully long, seeming like everyone had the same bright idea to come down during halftime. If Tom didn’t request anything, you would’ve said fuck it and went back to your friends. A mediocre hot dog is not worth it. Regardless, you stand there in a long line, happily keeping to yourself and listening to the conversations around you. After a good 15 minutes, you finally purchased your things. You say thank you to the clearly stressed out students running the stand before walking back to the field.

Right as you were about to round the corner and step back onto the field, you bump into someone and drop your hot dog.

“Oh goodness. I’m so sor—”

“Wow! Someone really needs to watch where they’re going.” The voice of Jamie rings in your ears.

Instantly, it becomes clear that this wasn’t an accident. You grip the red gatorade in your hand tightly as adrenaline pumps through your veins.

“You almost stained my jersey, girly.”

“Sorry.” You mutter.

You tried to walk around her without saying another word, but she sidesteps and continues to block your path. “It seems like we’re matching tonight.” She says, referring to Tom’s jersey, “You and Tommy sure are the talk of the town right now.”

“Are we?” You ask, despite knowing you can’t believe anything she says.

“I mean why wouldn’t you guys be? Tom Holland and this random…cute…girl on the honor roll. It’s a match made in heaven.” Jamie smiles widely.

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you. You’re not sure what to say or do next. Nothing seems like a good option, you just know that she’s trying to rope you into some stupid game. You can feel your breath getting shakier, but the last thing you want is to let her know she intimidates you.

You gather yourself before asking, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Funny that you ask!” She exclaims, “I thought I should just come to you, woman to woman.”

“W-What does that mean?” You curse yourself for stuttering.

Jamie purses her glossed lips before taking a step closer to you. She places one of her hands on your shoulder, “I don’t think Tommy has been completely honest with you.”

You scoff and shrug her off of you. One more time, you try to walk away from her, but she blocks you again. “Tom and I have had sex before!”

You pause. A long pause. You look her in the eye and really study her face. As much as you don’t want to admit it, she’s not lying. You can tell. You don’t know whether you should burst into tears or punch her in the face. For the second time tonight, you’re reminded of the day you went on that date with Tom. That same night, he told he’s only been with one girl romantically in high school and one girl sexually last year. She’s telling the truth.

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask lowly. Any louder and your voice will crack.

Jamie sighs, “I just thought I should warn you. He’s a player, Y/n. He might put on the sweet guy act. Always complimenting you, taking you on nice dates, the whole nine yards. But that’s all it is— an act. Tom isn’t afraid to play the long game.”

“You’re lying.” You spit even though you know deep down she’s not.

“Y/n, I’m not lying.”

“How do I know that?!”

“Let me guess. He gave you a big speech right? A really sweet one? He said something like you’re the most gorgeous person to graze the earth. Your voice is his new favorite song. When you walk in a room you’re the only one he sees, the only one he ever wants to see. Or something like that.”

You suck in a sharp breath, begging the tears brimming your eyes not to fall down your cheeks. There’s no way she could’ve guessed all of that. She recited it exactly.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing. I gave in, we hooked up, and then he ghosted me. Why do you think he barely acknowledges me when I’m around?” Jamie finishes.

If your breath wasn’t obviously shaky before then it really is now. Everything was a lie. You spent weeks with Tom, and you knew things were moving sort of fast, but you didn’t care. You trusted him and everything he said. You fell for all the grand gestures. It’s like the wind was knocked out of your lungs. You fell for it. Fell for him.

“Sorry to break it to ya, babes.” Jamie apologizes, “I can take this to Tommy. I’m pretty sure blue is his favorite, but this will do. Take care!” She turns on her heels and she’s gone.

“What the fuck.” You mutter to yourself.

You go through a range of emotion, all of the provoking tears. How could he? After you opened up to him, after you helped him, after you kissed him. You should have known better. How could you be so stupid?

Just as you were about to walk away from the game and most likely all the way back to your dorm, you hear his voice.

“Hey, Y/n! My buddies and I are gonna start pregaming a little early. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna watch Holland—”

“No.” You sniffle. “Let’s go.”

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instead of you [part fifty-three]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, angst, morbid plane/flying facts

word count: 2.2k

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Predictably, you cried yourself to sleep. You debated over whether or not to tell Tom. He’d probably find out when he woke up in the morning but would he be mad if he didn’t hear it from you? If Sam was right, he didn’t care about you at all, so why would you grant him the courtesy of a head’s up? You didn’t want to believe Sam, rather, you wanted to believe that he had only said those things in the heat of the moment but at the end of the day, he knew Tom far better than you did. Whether or not he was telling the truth to try and save you or lying to hurt you was up to you to decipher.

You wound up texting Tom ‘Sam knows’ without any other context and calling it a night.

The next morning, you woke up to a message from Sam telling you not to bother getting ready for the day and that he’d be going on without you. It was mostly a relief not to have to put on an act after everything that happened the night before but it also stung.

You weren’t very optimistic about repairing your relationship with Sam but any lingering hope vanished when he wouldn’t even look at you in passing in the hallway.

At one point you remembered the book you were reading but as soon as you opened it you were greeted by all of Sam’s little annotations he had left for you. He still had your book and you wondered if he would ever finish it now that you’d ruined everything.

Tom came by your room that night after dinner, when everyone was back from the day’s activities. He knocked twice, letting himself in before you’d even finished telling him he could enter.

“Care to explain what happened?” he asked, hands on his hips.

You shrugged noncommittally. “Sam found out.”

“How? Did you tell him?”

“And ruin my own relationship with my best friend? Yeah, definitely.”

Tom rolled his eyes. “I didn’t come here to argue. I just want to know what happened.”

“Then don’t accuse me of shit.”

“I didn’t mean- I’m sorry. That’s not what I was trying to do.”

You sighed and signaled for him to sit down if he wanted to. He did, perching himself on the edge of the bed cautiously.

“He knows because he noticed me sneaking out and finally decided to follow me.”

The color drained from Tom’s face. “So he heard-”

You nodded. “I don’t know how much, but enough.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck is right.”

“He wouldn’t say a word to me today,” Tom said.

“He wouldn’t even look at me.”

“I guess we knew this would happen eventually.”

“Yeah.”

“We fucked up.”

“Yeah.”

“You were right.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“We really do deserve each other.”

Oh. What Sam had said earlier rang through your ears again.

“I guess I was.”

Just then, the door to the bedroom opened and Sam walked in, scoffing as he passed his brother.

“I should have known,” he muttered to himself.

“Sam look-” Tom tried, only to be immediately cut off by his younger brother.

“Don’t. Please just fucking don’t.”

“But-”

“God, you never listen to a word I say, do you? Either of you?”

You wanted to protest that you did listen to him but you thought better of it. It wouldn’t help your case at all. Instead, you sat there silently like a child being scolded.

“I don’t want to hear you explain yourself,” Sam continued. “I don’t care why you fucked my best friend. I think the act in itself doesn’t need an explanation.” Tom opened his mouth to respond but Sam cut him off again. “I don’t want to hear an apology either. I already know you don’t mean it. In fact, I think we’re done here so if you wouldn’t mind getting the fuck out of my room...”

Tom looked like he wanted to argue but likely knew it wouldn’t do any good so he simply hung his head and let himself out, bidding you a quiet goodnight as he left. You didn’t respond. You didn’t even acknowledge him. How could you?

“Don’t forget to pack your things for the flight tomorrow. It’s a long one.”

You sat there, stunned. You hadn’t expected Sam to speak to you at all, let alone say something amicable.

“O-ok thanks,” you responded shakily.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” he added.

“Oh-” you scrambled up, preparing to leave but Sam stopped you.

“No, I meant with you. It’d look weird if I slept on the couch again.”

Of course. Keeping up appearances.

“Is it even worth it to do this anymore?” you asked. “I mean, it’s falling apart at the seams.”

“It’ll be fine,” Sam argued. “It’s just a few more weeks.”

“Do you really want to keep pretending to be in love with someone you hate?”

He froze, still bent over his suitcase. Then he straightened up and turned to face you.

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I don’t think I could ever hate you. I’ve been trying, trust me.”

“Maybe with time,” you suggested.

He shrugged. “Ready for bed?”

You were the one being eaten alive by anxiety and guilt. All he had to do was mourn the loss of everything you destroyed.

The hours of sleep you did get passed quickly without dreams which was unusual for you. Before you knew it, Sam’s alarm was going off and both of you were groaning as you dragged yourself out of bed.

You finished packing the rest of your things in relative silence. Neither of you had much to say aside from when you passed each other’s things back and forth from your suitcases.

The sun had yet to come up when the rest of the Hollands gathered in the kitchen with their luggage. Since the flight was over twelve hours long Sam’s parents had booked the earliest possible departure which just so happened to be before the sunrise.

The boys slept during the ride to the airport but you weren’t able to. You were squished between Sam in Tom in the very back of the van, feeling like a pin in a grenade. They ignored each other, of course, both seemingly dead to the world.

Tom woke up before Sam. He glanced over at you and offered an expression of sympathy. You just shrugged in response.

Sitting in the car like that caused your knees to brush up against each other every so often, each time you rounded a corner or went over a speed bump. Every time it happened you fought the urge to meet his eyes. The touch, be it fleeting, made your chest tighten over and over again until you were half-convinced you were going into cardiac arrest. Eventually, Tom gave up trying to give you space and just let his knee rest against yours. Funnily enough, it helped you relax.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s fine.”

You longed to hold his hand. You longed to hold Sam’s hand. But all you could do was sit there in between the two and wait until you finally arrived at the airport.

Thankfully, Tom was sat with his parents for the flight, which meant you were squeezed in between Sam and Harry. You gave Sam the window seat, knowing you wouldn’t get any sleep yourself. He looked like he wanted to argue when you offered it to him, but ultimately surrendered when he saw the look in your eyes. You compromised for switching halfway through since the flight was so long but even that seemed to be pushing it for him.

It was funny how Sam was still looking out for you after everything you had done. It was as if it was instinctual to him, to put you before himself. The realization almost made you tear up. Had you cared that much for him too? Or was it all one sided? Either way, you were positive you didn’t deserve him.

Dom had chosen Hawai’i as his destination. A controversial choice, given the state of tourism at the moment, but it wasn’t like you had much say in the matter. Sam had confided in you earlier in the trip that he had tried to talk his father out of it but that he couldn’t be swayed.

“We might as well try to make the most of it,” you argued. “It’s like a once and a lifetime opportunity, right?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

The flight from Bali to Hawai’i was over twelve hours long which meant that you had roughly six hours to figure out how to entertain yourself before it was time to trade places. You could try to sleep but that meant leaning on Sam and you were almost positive the last thing he wanted was for you to touch him right now.

You didn’t feel like paying for the in-flight wi-fi so you had to get creative with how to keep yourself busy. You scrolled through your camera roll for a while but it just made you sad. The pictures from the trip were one thing, but then there were all of the ones of you and Sam back at school. The further back you went, the happier you seemed. There was no way that was actually true, it was just putting more distance in between what had happened in the present from the way things were in the past. That, and you had a tendency for romanticizing the past.

“Did you know flight attendants are trained to take oxygen masks from passengers?”

Harry’s voice from beside you pulled you from your spiral of self-pity almost immediately. You turned to look at him and cocked your head in confusion.

“What?”

“Like, you know that whole spiel they give you about safety before the plane takes off? And they’re like ‘during the flight, oxygen masks might drop from overhead’?”

“No, I know all of that. Why would they take the masks from passengers? Do they not have their own?”

“What if the passenger passes out?”

“Then they’ll be able to help them! Because they’re fully oxygenated.”

You made a face. “I’m glad you’ve got the aisle seat, then.”

Harry shrugged, grinning. “It sounds fucked up, but it’s just logistical. Wanna know something actually fucked up? These seatbelts are practically useless.”

“What?” You weren’t sure if you really wanted to know where he was going with this but your morbid curiosity got the better of you once again. “What do you mean?”

You sat there in stunned silence as the information Harry had just told you sunk in.

“That is... so dark,” you said finally.

“Yeah, but isn’t it interesting?”

“I guess, but why did you have to tell me all of this while we’re in the air?”

“Because it’s relevant!”

You sighed and glanced back at Sam who was asleep and slumped against the window. “Ready to switch?”

It was just a joke but Harry scoffed nonetheless.

“I’m offended,” he whispered.

“And I’m traumatized.”

He grinned sheepishly. “My bad.”

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year

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instead of you [part one] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of sex (18+ mdni)

word count: 3k

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“You know Felix!”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, and if he’s anything like the rest of your family that point isn’t very convincing.”

“I’m fucking telling him you said that,” you best friend said with a grin, shaking his head

“Go right ahead. Tell him this too.” You flicked him off and grabbed a 2-liter of sprite from the counter behind you. “Tell him it’s from me, with love.”

“I’ll be sure to pass the message along.”

“Great. Can you pass me that?”

“This?” Han asked, holding up a bottle of vodka. You nodded. “If you’ll go on the trip.”

“Asshole,” you muttered. You swiped for the bottle, but Jisung held it above your head out of your reach. “Fine, I’ll fucking drink sprite and tequila, happy?”

“Jesus Christ, just take the vodka,” he said and held it out to you, “I’m not going to be the reason you get sick.”

“Such a gentleman.”

He rolled his eyes. “How many times have I saved your ass from dates with losers this semester alone?”

“That’s different and you know it!” you argued. “You’re only playing the boyfriend card for like fifteen minutes max and we always get takeout afterwards.”

“All I’m saying is, you’ve been on a lot of shitty dates this year. It adds up.”

“Not to two fucking months it doesn’t!” You twisted the cap off the bottle of vodka with your teeth and eyeballed a shot and a half into the cup.

Jisung leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, giving you that knowing half smile you were all too familiar with. You scowled in annoyance and took a sip of your drink. He knew you better than anybody, and if that smile was any indication, he knew you were going to break soon. But you weren’t about to give in without a fight.

“I’ve bailed you out of dates as well, so don’t act like I’ve never done you any favors.”

“I only called you once this semester, but nice try.”

You shrugged. “All that’s telling me is that I get laid way more than you do.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You really want to do this right now? In the middle of this party?”

You didn’t offer a response aside from pursing your lips before taking another sip of your drink. Realistically, it was too close to call which one of you slept with more people, and you knew that. Han just didn’t usually take his lays out to dinner first like yours did.

“Come on, you’re always going on about how you want to travel!” he insisted. “This is the perfect opportunity, and it’s all already paid for.”

“That’s not what I meant by traveling.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just, I don’t know, I want to explore places, meet people, bar hop- I don’t want to follow an itinerary and wear matching t-shirts… you know?” Jisung grimaced. “We’re gonna have to wear matching t-shirts aren’t we?”

“My mom’s been working on them for a month,” he admitted sheepishly. “But we’ll have free time! We can do whatever you want then, promise. We can bar hop to your heart’s content”

“I don’t know, Ji…”

“Just say you’ll think about it?” he asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You sighed. ��I’ll think about it.”

“Y/n, I swear to God if you don’t call me back within the hour I’m calling campus police. I can’t keep leaving messages because I know your inbox is probably almost full because you never clean the damn thing out so this is the last one- if you’re freaking out about what I sent you and ignoring me because of it can you just text me or something so I know you’re alive? If you’re not ignoring me I- just call me, okay? I’m getting worried.” You could hear him take a breath like he was about to say something else, but the message cut off there.

It was his fourth call to you in a row, and all of the other voicemails were basically the same thing- aside from him mentioning that if you were dead in a ditch somewhere he wouldn’t email Dateline and get you an episode like he’d agreed to do if you were ever murdered just because he was mad at you for not answering his calls in the third message.

You squinted at your phone and typed out a quick text back just to let him know you were okay. You read it over once before sending it to make sure it was coherent, but the words were blurring together on the screen and the light was hurting your eyes. Whatever, if there was anyone who could understand your gibberish it was Jisung.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to stop the throbbing in between your eyes. The room was dark, save for the single ray of sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains right into your eyes. Your luck never failed you.

You weren’t a stranger to hangovers, unfortunately, but that didn’t make them any less of a bitch. Apparently it came with the territory of being a lightweight with a best friend who was a heavyweight. Keeping up with Jisung was like an olympic fucking sport that you were in no way qualified to compete in, but that had never stopped you from trying.

It was only when you reached for the glass of water you always kept on your bedside table that you realized you weren’t actually in your bed. Your first clue should’ve been the curtains. You didn’t have curtains on your window.

“Fuck.”

You mustered up some energy and tried to sit up, taking a brief look around the room to try and get your bearings. It was a standard college apartment bedroom from what you could tell. There were several doors, one of which was cracked open to reveal an ensuite bathroom. You didn’t even have to look at the person sleeping beside you to know you were in a boy’s room. The bed- if you could even call it that- was just a mattress on the floor and the only decoration in the whole room was a barstool flag hanging on the wall. You always picked winners.

You carefully peeled back the covers, pushed yourself to your feet, and made your way into the bathroom all without waking whoever was next to you. One look in the dirty mirror told you everything you needed to know. What was left of your makeup was smudged around your eyes, making you look like a very hungover racoon. Your underwear was still on, but your pants were gone and you were wearing someone else’s t-shirt. It was a tour shirt from a band you’d never heard of that probably either hadn’t released new music since 2009 or broke up over a decade ago. Whatever, just another to add to your collection.

It had been an hour and twenty minutes since Jisung had left that last voicemail, and you were banking on the hope that he hadn’t contacted the police yet.

“Y/n, what the fuck, where are you?” You held the phone away from your ear as he shouted at you through the speaker. Your headache was already bad enough.

“I-uh, I don’t know. But I’m fine,” you assured him. “Can you pick me up?”

“How do you expect me to pick you up if you don’t even know where you are?”

“Is my location o-”

“If your location was on, do you think I would’ve called you a thousand times?”

“Okay, okay that was stupid of me, sorry.”

“Is there a window you could look out of and like describe the surroundings to me?”

You looked back up into the mirror and noticed a window in the shower behind you. You scrambled over to it, unceremoniously stepping into the tub to get a closer look.

“I see a bunch of cars, and a street sign…”

“What does the street sign say?”

“I don’t know, it’s too far away.” You could practically hear Jisung roll his eyes over the phone. “Uh, there’s also a playground like a block to the left and a house with a big tree.”

“You know you’re describing every suburban neighborhood ever, right? You do know that?”

“Shut up, I’m trying my best,” you mumbled and squinted at what looked to be lights twinkling in the distance. Someone already had their Christmas decorations up a few houses down. “Oh, shit! I know where I am!”

“And where would that be?”

“I’m at the same house from last night, the one that had the party.”

“Are you- are you fucking kidding me? You’re just now realizing that? How could you not recognize it before?”

“Well I’ve never seen the upstairs! And I wasn’t in the bedrooms last night,” you reasoned.

“Alright, alright spare me the details. I'm on my way.”

You grinned. “Thanks, Hannie, you’re the best.”

“I know.” You heard the jingle of keys in the background and then the sound of a car ignition turning over. “Stay on the line with me, okay?”

“Okay- I’ll climb out the window and meet you on the lawn.”

“Hold on, did you say you were going to climb out the window?” Jisung asked.

“Yeah, it’s not too-”

“Why aren’t you going down the stairs and through the front door like a normal person?”

“Uh, a couple of reasons, namely that I don’t have any pants. I can’t find them anywhere.” There was a lapse of silence on the other end of the line. “Jisung?”

“I’m still here, I just don’t know what to say to that, honestly.”

“I wouldn’t either,” you sighed. “So I’m just going to,” you grunted with effort as you pushed the window open, “there we go.”

“You’d really rather crawl out of a window than just do the walk of shame and get it over with?”

You didn’t answer, instead hoisting yourself up and over the ledge head first then tumbling onto the roof. The roof wasn’t very slanted, thankfully, so you didn’t have to worry about accidentally rolling off. You shakily got to your feet and brushed yourself off before sliding the window closed behind you.

“Y/n?” Jisung’s voice echoed through the phone.

“Yeah?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Not really.”

A sigh came from his end, but nothing else. You smiled, despite yourself and took a deep breath as you looked down at the ground below you. The drop was a little further than you had anticipated, but you couldn’t turn back now. What would someone say if they saw you climb back in through the window? What would you say to them? The situation was already bizarre enough as it was.

You squatted down at the edge of the roof in preparation to jump, trying to psych yourself up as Jisung’s prius rounded the corner down the block.

“How is this less humiliating than the walk of shame?” Jisung huffed, you assumed mostly to himself. “You look ridiculous.”

“I think you’re underestimating the lengths I’m willing to go to avoid awkward social interaction,” you countered. “And I slept with a stranger last night, my decision making is questionable at best right now.”

“I’m glad you’re self-aware,” he said, sighing as he parked in front of the house. “Please be careful, okay? Don’t hit your head. You can’t afford to lose any more brain cells.”

You glared in his direction. “Ha ha, very funny.”

You sucked in another breath and squeezed your eyes shut before pushing off the edge of the roof with your hands. You landed on your feet, but the momentum from hitting the ground made you lose your balance and you fell face-first onto the lawn. The grass was freshly cut, clippings littering the sidewalk, and you knew without even looking that your clothes were stained to all hell.

You picked yourself up with a groan, and jogged the rest of the way to Jisung’s car. You slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door behind you, unable to make eye contact with him as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. Jisung tossed you a pair of basketball shorts he’d grabbed from the back and put the car in drive.

“I think that might be your best performance yet,” he said smugly as you pulled the shorts on.

“Please tell me you didn’t film-”

“It’s already on my Instagram story.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.” He pursed his lips like he was trying not to smile. “But hey, who saved your ass just now? Oh that’s right, me.”

“Yeah yeah, thank you,” you grumbled.

“What was that?”

You smiled sweetly. “Thank you for picking me up, Jisung.”

“You’re welcome. Was that so hard?”

“No comment.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence as he drove. He turned up the radio to drown out the sound of the tires against the asphalt as he merged on the main road and gunned it. The morning was still gray and dewey with fog lingering over the street like something out of a horror movie. It might have been unsettling if the weather wasn’t always like this here.

You pulled down the sun shade and looked into the small mirror, trying to wipe away the excess mascara and eyeliner underneath your eyes. You hadn’t gotten the chance to yet and your reflection was still winter soldier-esque.

“Do you want coffee?” Jisung asked. “My treat.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. Jisung never offered to pick up the tab unless he wasn’t sober… or unless he wanted something. Still, you ignored your better judgment and thought maybe he was just being nice after your rough night.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

He handed you his phone so you could put in the order for the two of you. Cold brew with almond milk for him and an iced caramel vanilla latte with oat milk for yourself. They were saved under his favorites on the menu along with his debit card. You sent in the order and handed the phone back to him just as it buzzed with a notification from his dms.

“Oh yeah, did you end up going home with that girl last night?” you asked with a smirk, remembering how he’d spent most of the party pressed up against a stranger with bright green hair.

He shook his head. “No, she told me she had a final today.”

“Today’s Saturday.”

“I know.”

You made a sympathetic face. “That’s rough, buddy.”

“Don’t Prince Zuko me right now.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” You gave him a not-at-all-reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You win some, you lose some.”

“Feels like I’ve been losing a lot lately,” he muttered. “It’s like I’m on a streak or something.”

“I’m sure you’ll turn that around this summer,” you said confidently. Jisung gave you a weird look. “What?”

“Did you not read the emails I sent you?”

You blinked. “The emails-”

“Did you not listen to the voicemails I sent you?”

“I uh- I listened to them but I don’t… you emailed me? You never email me.”

You unlocked your phone and scrolled to the mail app, ignoring the red 12,848 unread messages icon in the corner that taunted you day and night. At the very top of your inbox was an email from Jisung that had been forwarded from… his mom? You looked back up at him in confusion, but he was concentrated on the road ahead and refused acknowledge you.

You opened the email, hoping for some clarity, but its contents gave you none. Instead, Flight Information for Jisung + 1 stared back at you in bold font from the subject line. You scanned down the rest of the message briefly, finding yourself more and more lost as it went on.

“Han, what is this?” you asked. The nausea from your hangover had flip-flopped into dread that settled in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s the stuff for the trip,” he replied like it should have been obvious. “You said you’d go.”

“I said I’d think about it,” you clarified.

“Yeah, and then later you came back and told me you’d go.”

You sat back in your seat, trying to remember. “I-I did?”

Jisung whipped his head in your direction with a panicked look on his face. “Do you not remember?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“God fucking damn it, I should’ve known you were blacked out. You don’t remember any of it?” he asked again, perhaps thinking that if he asked enough times you’d magically remember. You shook your head reluctantly. Jisung sighed. “Well, like an hour and a half after you told me you’d think about it you came back and told me you’d do it and we talked about it some more and I texted my mom right then because she’s been bugging me about it for weeks and-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, okay?” your voice shook as you spoke. Suddenly it all made sense. Why Jisung thought you might be freaking out this morning, the voicemails, the coffee, all of it. Maybe it was the alcohol from the night before talking, or some weird sense of best friend duty, but you knew what you had to do. You probably would have ended up doing it anyway. “I told you I’d go… so I’ll go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, forcing a smile. “It’ll be fun, right?.”

“Yes, absolutely it will be fun. I promise,” Jisung said, letting out a breath and relaxing his grip on the steering wheel. He beamed at you, and honestly whatever shit you’d gotten yourself into was worth it in that moment alone. “Thank you so much, y/n. You’re the best, seriously- I owe you.”

“No shit.”

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Fandom: Spider-Man ( Tom Holland Movies)

Status: in progress

Tony is trying his best to at least appear calm. He knows if he gets too upset he’ll just end up making Peter shut down more. And he wants, no needs, for Peter to just be honest. Tony needs to know whats Peter been through. What extent of trauma he’s had inflicted on him. So Tony can know how badly he needs to torture the man responsible for Peter being hurt. So Tony is trying his best to at least appear calm and not look like he’s ready to strangle the next person who even looks at Peter wrong. He’s trying and failing by the obvious side glances the detective been giving him.

The detective,Ramirez, keeps attempting to get information from Peter. She keeps gently prying, asking questions she already knows the answers too. Were you ever alone with him? Did he ever give you a ride? When was your first interaction with him? Peter just keeps avoiding her gaze and mumbling out denials and no’s. Tony is getting more and more visibly frustrated. He had one arm was around Peters shoulder. A gesture that was meant to be reassuring. The iron like grip he has on the kids shoulder is making the gesture more controlling then reassuring though.

The detective closes the folders in front of her and clears her throat. “You know we’ve been here for awhile now and I’m sure you can use a break from talking,” her smile is forced and strained. “Can I get you-either of you, a drink?” Tony is about to remark how he’d rather continue with the questioning when Peter mutters a yes please. The detective throws him a quick smile and an of course before leaving the room. As soon as the door closes Peter is squirming out of Tony’s grasp. He hunches closer to the table, hands pressed close to his face. As if he’s trying to hide from Tony’s gaze.

“Can we please- can we just go home now please,” whispers Peter. His voice comes out so quiet. So sad. A part of Tony wants to take Peter far away from this place and never make him have to talk about this whole sick ordeal again. To just go back to the compound and never have Peter leave his sights again.

There’s another, larger, part though. The part that’s filled with just anger and images of the pictures and text messages he saw. The part that wants to just draw out all the information from Peter. To hear every detail just so he can know what happened. Because Tony’s mind keeps coming back with more and more disturbing images of what that monster must have done. “Please, can we just go?” The question is said with so much pain in it Tony almost caves in and says yes. But his need for information wins out. “We’re staying.” Tony voice comes out low and angry. The opposite of how the detective been talking with Peter. The opposite of how Pepper or May would be talking to him in this situation. God, he should’ve let Pepper come instead of him. “We’re staying till you tell us everything that happened.” He’s trying his best to keep the anger out of his voice. “Nothing happened, please can we just go,” Peter is looking up at Tony with Bambi eyes. Pleading and begging to be taken away from this place. “Can we just go, I -“

“ We’re staying,” this time Tony can’t keep the harshness out of his voice. His frustration and anger leaking out. Peter opens his mouth to beg again but Tony cuts him off. “Don’t- just don’t start.” The anger is refusing to be pushed back down. “We’re staying and you’re going to tell them everything. Understood.” His tone is meant to imply no more debate on the subject. “Why are you being like - why are you so upset?” Peter asks more to himself as he slumps back into his chair. The questions ignites a new wave of anger in Tony. “Are you serious right now, you can’t comprehend why I’m upset?” Peter turns his body away but Tony grabs him by the shoulder and forces Peter to face him. “Do you understand why we’re here? Do you even understand how lucky you are that you’re not dead right now or worse?” Tony asks more forcefully then he intended. Peter just looks down at his hands refusing to answer. Tony knows that he should be more gentle with him. More compassionate, less angry. But all he can think is all the times Peter must have been alone with that monster. How many times he could’ve ended up dead. “You know he was taking advantage of you right?” Peter is shaking now, either form holding back tears or from the tight grip on his shoulders Tony can’t tell. “He doesn’t care about you. He’s just some sick pervert that was using you.” The voice in his head is telling him to calm down but anger is winning over rational.

“He’s not-it wasn’t like that,” Peter quietly responds to the barrage of questions.

“Oh he’s not like that. Is that what he told you,” sarcasm dripping form his voice as Tony responds. “He was using you, he doesn’t love you or care about you all he cares about is his own sick needs.”

“That’s not true,” Peter struggles to keep what little composure he has left. “He cares, he-“

“No he doesn’t care! Stop saying that. Stop thinking that,” Tony remarks back forcefully banging his hand on the table. As if to enunciate his point. “He’s using you and I don’t know how you can’t see it. How can you not understand what he’s doing is abuse? How can you be this stupid?”

The question is met with a hit to the face. “Fuck you,” Peter tries and gets up but Tony just forces him back into his seat. “We’re staying,” Tony is standing, hovering over the small child. You need to calm down. He ignores his own inner voice. Peters looking at him with a mixture of hatred and bitterness. “Just ... just shut up,” Peter voice cracks with tears. “I’m not ... you don’t understand anything,” Peter responds sullenly. Before Tony can give an angry retort back the door opens. Detective Ramirez closely followed by another person walks in the room. Ramirez raises an eyebrow at the scene before her but the other person remains a neutral composed face. “I’m Sgt Miller,I’ll be personally overseeing this case.” She extends a hang out to Tony, one which Tony begrudgingly takes. Her face is free of any signs of displeasure from the obvious contempt in the handshake. “I was hoping to get a chance to talk with you in private Mr. Stark. There’s some matters I’d like to discuss with you seeing as Peter’s legal guardian is unavailable right now.” Tony can’t help but notice the emphasis placed on legal guardian. “If you don’t mind following me to my office, we can discuss the trial in more detail. Detective Ramirez can finish up with Peter in here.” She opens the door and makes a gesture for Tony to follow. Part of him wants to stubbornly insist on staying with Peter. Another part of him can tell by the Sgt. demeanor she won’t be so easy to give into demands. There’s also questions he wants answers too. Questions that he didn’t want Peter to hear. With that Tony gets up to follow the Sgt. Before he goes he gives what he hopes is a gentle caring squeeze to Peters shoulder.

The Sgt office is a mess of files and boxes. The desk is covered with papers and books. Sgt Miller takes a seat at the cluttered desk and still manages to give of an air of authority and professionalism. “Have a seat please Mr. Stark.” Tony takes a seat and waits for the Sgt. to begin. “Can I offer you anything to drink; water, tea, coffee -,”

“I’d rather just talk about the facts of the case.” Tony reply is brusque. He’s too tired and stressed to display his usual charismatic self. “Not a problem,” Sgt. Miller says. “Now we do have the suspect in custody and we’re preparing to officially arraign him by tomorrow evening. -“

“So if he’s in custody why hasn’t he been charged yet,” Tony irritation is evident in the question asked.

“We’d like to make sure we have everything prepared so we can have the strongest case.”

“You have the text messages and pictures what more do you need? It’s an open and shut case. He should be in fucking jail already. Why the hell isn’t he? The anger rising at each question thrown at the Sgt.

Sgt. Miller remains unfazed at the outburst of anger. “Cases like these can be more difficult to prosecute. We just want to make sure we have all the necessary information and evidence we can get to make sure he is prosecuted to the full extent of the law.” She pauses for a moment to judge Tony’s reaction. “It would help us actually a great deal if we can get full access to Peters phone and -“

“No,” it comes out automatically. “ You don’t need it,” Tony replies bluntly.

“With all due respect Mr. Stark,” Sgt Miller smile is now strained, “ it would help us a great deal. In most cases like these usually guardians are willingly to let us access-.”

“Well this isn’t most cases now,” Tony says bitterly. “Like my lawyers explained before,” Tony hates how he’s emphasizing lawyers but he needs to get his point across. “-the phone and laptop were given under the terms of him being an intern at my company. There’s new designs Peter was working on that I’d like to make sure stay out of the public eye.” Tony hates the excuse he’s using. Right now he could care less about his company or his designs for new technology. But he can’t risk Peters secret identity getting out. Even with the case. Thaddeus has supposedly given up on trying to find out Spider-Man identity but Tony still doesn’t want to risk it. He can imagine though how this must make him look to the detectives and police squad. A selfish prick who cares more about his company than putting a monster away.

“Yes my detectives have informed me of the concerns you expressed,” Miller voice still remains neutral, despite her obvious disdain. “I would ask you reconsider though. It would help-“

“The answers no.” Tony making sure to leave no doubt on his stance by his tone of voice. “You’re not getting access.”

Sgt. Miller just stares back at him. Tony can’t tell if she wants to yell at him or hit him. He doesn’t care at this point. He feels tired and even more annoyed than earlier. Regretting listening to his Peppers suggestion about navigating this whole situation the “proper way” and get the police involved. Tony wishes he’d just gone with his original plan and taking care of this whole mess himself.

“I see,” she pauses and takes a deep breath. “It’s getting late, I’m sure you want to get going. We can continue this meeting at another time.” Miller gets up opening the door for Tony. “My detective should be finishing up with Peter right now anyways.” There’s a smile on her face but the tone is no longer neutral. It’s filled with contempt and tiredness. Tony walks out the office not bothering with pleasantries.

He walks to the front. His whole body is shaking. With just a sense of hatred. Hatred at that sick bastard for ever being near Peter , the police for not just throwing that man in jail and himself for involving them in the first place. Tony wants to hit someone, to wreck something, to just have an outlet for his rage.

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The drive back is silent. Peter still refusing to talk to Tony. Peter breathes deeply, shoulders shaking. Trying to hold back his tears. Tony sure if Pepper was here with them that she’d know how to handle this. How to comfort the boy. How to be a parent.

Tony can’t help but feel like a failure. The one thing he wanted to do was to protect Peter. He felt such affection for the boy. As if he was his own flesh and blood. Tony always wanted to be a father. To have a kid of his own to raise. Peter had been like a chance to have one. A chance Tony royally fucked up. While Tony hates with a passion that monster for taking advantage of his Peter, he can’t help but hate himself more. Can’t help but blame himself for pushing Peter away and into the arms of a predator. For missing all the warning signs. For not being there to stop the abuse.

Tony hates himself.

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