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Following You (pt.2 Hidden Voicemails)

Hiden Voicemails

Tom Holland x Reader

Author: Grae

Word Count: 1521 | Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of abuse

Summary: There will only be one prince charming.

A/N: Sorry about the wait again a lot of requests for a part two so here ya are! THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS! AHHH. Also the movie comes out on Amazon tomorrow and I'm so psyched!

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The knock on your door started off very harsh but almost apologetically was followed by softer thumps. You looked through the peek and laughed harshly to yourself. The top chain was still in place when you opened the door. Blue eyes were burning into yours when Harrison saw you.

“I told you not to come here anymore,” you said exasperatedly.

“Alex just left, let me in.” There was that stupid persistence in his eyes again and you gave up hope that he was just going to go. You close the door enough to unlock the chain and swing it open for him. You had already turned and started back towards the kitchen where you were finding something to eat. “Stalking Alex are you?” you hollered.

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing?”

“Well the fridge is open and I’m looking into it at the moment. Would you like to join me?” Somehow you felt his stare intensify through the refrigerator door. “Don’t suppose you brought food with you.”

“Y/N stop. Do you know how Tom came home last night?”

You didn’t respond.

“Broken. He came home broken. You know you could have at least given him a chance at a proper breakup.” Hearing that made your heart swell a little but hell if you were going to let anyone see that.

“He tried to kiss a taken girl, I don’t know what he was expecting. And he’s alive isn’t he?” You shut the door to the refrigerator after grabbing what was left of the juice and taking a swig. Harrison looked irritated and you were secretly pleased with yourself.

“Y/N”

“Oh sorry, did you want some?” you said handing the bottle out. Aggressively he took the bottle and slammed it on the counter next to you. “Quit the defensive shit you’re trying to pull right now. You honestly don’t think I see through it.”

You met his stare head on but it didn’t last. Some of that look into the abyss and it looks into you bullshit made its way through your brain. Not that Harrison had ever been an abyss but if you could see the care in his eyes, maybe he could see the mess in yours. You made your way past him and went for your computer. “I’d offer you pizza but I don’t know that I want you here much longer.”

You hadn’t taken more than a couple steps before Harrison caught your arm. “Look, you and Tom are meant to be. You know it too. Whatever Alex is to you, he’s never going to be Tom so stop distracting yourself.”

For the first time, you couldn’t even look in his general direction when you spoke. “Then tell me what’s going to happen.” your voice had a different depth to it and your eyes were ready to burst into tears.

“If Tom and I got back together. Haz he has a contract for what? Another six movies? The long distance doesn’t work so what are we supposed to do? Are we just supposed to get stuck in this loop? It is unavoidable what’s going to happen and do you want to be here in another three years giving me this exact same speech. Because I'll tell you now that I don’t want to be here to listen to it. ”

Harrison’s grip on your arm was relaxed enough for you to yank it free. “Go tell that to Spider-man.”

You walked into the bedroom and closed the door, sliding to the ground with your back to the door. There was a minute of silence before you heard Harrison sit on the other side.

“I don’t know when Alex is going to be back, you better go,” you said through the door. There was a loud exhale before Haz responded.

“Did you go see the movie?”

Of course you did and Haz knew it too.

“I mean it Harrison.”

“He’s thinking of you.” when you didn’t respond he continued. “Whenever he’s looking at Liz, that’s always been you. You know the first time he saw you that was the exact look he had and you were always oblivious to it. Even before he left, you never noticed the way he looked at you. That boy could be on fire and if you were in the room, he’d never notice.”

The tears were quiet and your breath was too even for the pain you felt. You hadn’t noticed it until you missed him. The late night of looking at pictures of you two, he always had the same smile until this one. You were sending a Snapchat to your friend. It didn’t even say anything and was honestly just to keep your streak. However, Tom in that moment was the rawest you'd ever seen him. He was looking at you with stupid puppy dog eyes that crinkled at the edges like he was smiling but his mouth was almost agape at you. It was evident that he wanted nothing else.

Now you wanted no one else.

After a brief moment Harrison got up and let out a sigh, “you’re moving anyway, you might as well do it with someone who actually cares about you.”

Everything you did was on instinct and felt like muscle memory. Harrison didn’t need any direction or queues from you past a look. You started running when you got out of the Taxi to the house they were staying at. Harrison must have left or stayed in the taxi but you didn’t care. The door was opened and you found Tom in the backyard trying to play basketball.

He didn’t look behind him when the back door opened but called out “Wow you took longer than I thought, did she actually let you in?” The basketball hit the backboard and bounced past Tom and brought his eyes to you.

“I’m sorry,” you said louder than you meant to. He looked at you with that soft expression but only a second before it hardened.Tom was never good at being cold, especially to you, but right now he was still trying. He picked the ball up from your feet and turned around and continued shooting.

“I’m really sorry.”

Silence

“Tom please talk to me?”

He missed the basket and the ball made its way to you again. This time you caught it.

“I thought you were bad to begin with.” You joked. The corner of his lips perked up in a weird smirk as he looked at the ground.

For some time you were at a loss for words. Every conceivable thing you could say was never going to cut the tension between you two but damn it if you weren’t going to try.

“I uh saw the movie opening night you know, went to the midnight showing by myself.”

Tom was still when you stepped closer to him. His eyes still couldn’t meet yours but flicked to your feet as the moved.

“I know you were toned when you left but Christ Holland.” you chuckled wishing he would do anything.

Another step.

“I almost forgot how good you looked in a tux,” you said smiling and looking down. “I think the last time I saw you in one was for my birthday.”

That seemed to be the key because finally he chuckled and you immediately looked up. “I remember. I told you to show up in something nice and you showed up in jeans and a sweatshirt.”

“That was my nice sweater!” you scoffed, “you just said nice you didn’t say 5-star dinner with 3-course meal and something au flambe!”

“They were ripped jeans Y/N!”

“They were cute!”

He managed to look at you as you both stood there smiling at the memory. It was a restaurant you had only seen once and it was so out of habit that you guys went anywhere like that you never would have assumed.

There wasn’t much time to think further as Tom took the ball from you and threw it god knows where. His hand moved to the nape of your neck and his lips collided with yours. Yesterday it felt rushed and hurried but this time was slow. It took a second for you to return but when you did everything came together with one big flash. His other hand met the small of your back while yours draped themselves over his shoulders. It wasn’t till you two were out of breath that you stopped.

“I’m so sorry. I swear I don’t care where you’re going or what you’re doing or if you even want me there but I’m never leaving you again,” you said with tears welling up in your eyes. Tom’s had was on your cheek as you two stood in silence for a second.

“Good, because from now on I’m never letting you go.”

You smiled and kissed him again. There were so many things you had to work out and while your mind was always good about racing to solutions, you just stood there with Tom. There was nothing that was going to separate you again.

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Peter: If you even cared you’d actually be here.

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So um. I wanna be rude but will there be a part 2 to Hidden Voicemails? Because i love it and i need closure

Omg no that's not rude!!! I'm glad you liked it ❤. I wasn't initially planning on writing a part two so I don't have a plan for it but I'm working on the ideas for it now!

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Hidden Voicemails

Tom Holland x Reader

Author: Grae

Word Count: 1844 | Warnings: mentions of abuse, language, angst

Summary: Spoiler: he’s not a prince charming.

A/N: So I've been having some really shitty writer's block but I finally have this out! So that's a victory. This is kind of inspired by the American Shameless between a scene with Lip and Mandy that I cried at honestly.

You were sitting on the steps of the electronic store as always. Your foot stomping to whatever music was playing off the phone your friend had covered by a solo cup to magnify the sound. You looked beautiful to him in the ugly orange street light, even in the shitty neon signs light. Different, he thought, but beautiful. Even with the neighborhood that smelled of vomit, cigarettes, and alcohol, you still managed to radiate.

You noticed him immediately, the corner of her mouth tugging itself up into that smirk. If he wasn’t already smiling he was now.

“Hey, what’re you doing here movie star?” You asked there was a fake ease to your voice. It had been a while after Tom got cast as Spider-man since you had seen him. The urge to run off the steps and go hug him was beat down as you held your cup tighter in your lap. He looked better, his muscles more pronounced and he even seemed to stand with more confidence. In this setting he looked so out of place, like he was cut out and pasted.

“Well, I had to come visit my best girl.”

Your heart seemed to skip a beat but not in the way that all the grown-ups told you it would when you loved someone. It seemed to skip right off the edge with a cinder block tied to it and sink right down.

“And I just happened to be in the neighborhood,” he said with a smile. You couldn’t tell which one was more of a falsehood, his reason or his smile. “Now where’s this big scary boyfriend that Haz told me about,” he asked, looking around with a small chuckle.

“Poker night,” you said shortly, taking another sip of what needed to be stronger liquid courage. Your friends were eyeing Tom like a piece of meat. You had known them before you moved and they had been filled into the shit hole you were left in after he was cast.

Two years of serious dating went down the drain when he left. The whole long distance thing went to shambles within a couple weeks. He could only call you for five minutes every couple days or when he was finally allowed to go to the house they gave him, but even then he was too tired to talk to you. After seeing the rumors of him and Zendaya you called it off. He tried for a couple days after you broke up with him, calling and texting constantly but you just seemed forced yourself to block his number.

That’s when Alex managed to pop up. He had been your knight in shining armor until you moved in with him. You knew it was a downsize from your apartment in London and you even had to switch jobs and eventually quit because he could take care of you just fine. But he was the best thing in your life and you needed a rock to keep you on the ground. He never hit you so it wasn’t technically abuse and you fucked up a lot so why did his language matter.

There was always that little voice telling you that it was wrong, but he loved you and just wanted to grow with you. As of late, he thought that growing should be done in America, with his new job. You weren’t completely sure whether or not you wanted to go that far out and when you asked Harrison, who you managed to keep in contact with, he must have passed it on to Tom.

“Can we uh, go talk somewhere private?” Tom asked, kind of snapping your attention back to him. You looked up at your friends and tipped your cup to them as a goodbye.

You were both blocks down the street before you spoke.

“So what exactly did Harrison tell you?” you said bluntly.

“Enough,” he returned your tone. You barely registered his hand tugging at your wrist before you were face to face with him. His hand moved to behind your neck, there was force in the motion but no malice. He started kissing you, in the deep and passionate way he always had. You stood still. The look he gave you after he pulled back was full of pain, part of you was glad he felt it too.

His other hand raised to the other side of your face and pushed your shaggy hair to the side. His thumbs were warm as they tugged on your skin gently. He was looking directly into your eyes as he spoke leaving small pauses between each statement. “You are beautiful Y/N. You are sweet. You are funny. You are so very smart”

You were still as his eyes teared up. Nothing in your expression changing.

He continued though. “You know that right? You know that I would never cheat on you. You know that you don’t deserve his bullshit.”

Your patience had finally worn off. “And what? I’m going to just leave him for you?” you spoke with a certain coldness and when you pushed him away you noticed his eyes let off a single tear, then another.

“You can’t just show up and sweep me back off my fucking feet Tom. You moved on and so did I. And I’m happy now, at least I know he’ll never leave me.”

Tom was yelling now, “But you’re so much better than him! And what the hell are you going to do in bloody America? They don’t have what you have here.”

“Oh, you checked didn’t you.”

There was a silent tension that neither of you could remedy. There was nothing to be done and nothing that was going to be said. Everything inside you was screaming at you to cry but your eyes remained dry. You would not let this fucker see you cry. Not after what he did.

“Go tell Harrison to fuck off.” You turned on your heel and walked away.

After a tantrum that managed to smash two cups and an unused picture frame, you finally settled into bed. Your knees were at your chest and the tears were falling harder than you had ever felt. It wasn’t until your phone beeped that you finally looked up.

Fumbling for your phone you noticed a text from the snitch of the hour.

Haz-

Hey Tom told me what happened, I'm sorry you ok?

You almost crushed the phone in hand but still ignored it. Something had taken over your fingers and you were brought to your voicemail. You hadn’t opened it since before you broke up with Tom. It was too painful to hear his voice anymore and since you barely got any voicemails regularly, it wasn’t a big deal if you just ignored it.

Your fingers still managed to move on their own to open it up.

1st Tom:

I love you so much, I couldn’t be here without you! I miss you so much and you wouldn’t believe what happened on set today! Just uh call me back when you get this I miss you!

2nd Tom:

Um I just got your voicemail and I wanted to talk to you about it. I know I’ve been busy but I can do better I swear. Please just call me so we can work this out. It seems silly to do it over a voicemail.

3rd Tom:

If this is about the thing with Zendaya, it’s nonsense, I told you that just please pick up the phone. I need to hear your voice.

4th Zendaya:

Hey uh Y/N its Zendaya and Tom wanted me to tell you that there’s nothing going on between us. He never shuts up about you and I look forward to meeting you at the premiere!

5th Tom:

Hey it’s late and I haven’t been able to sleep without you on the phone. I miss the way your hair smells when you’re sleeping next to me and I miss hearing you sing in the shower. I miss the way you always had to dunk your oreos in 10 times before eating them and how sometimes you would count out loud without realizing it. I miss that stupid song you played on repeat for a solid week and I miss the way you danced to it. I just need you right now. I don’t even know if you’re getting these messages anymore but I need you. Please call me back.

6th Tom:

You’re a bloody bitch you got that! I get offered the role of a lifetime something you supposedly wanted from me and now that it’s here you just bloody bail on me! You know what fuck you.

7th Tom:

I’m sorry about last night. Um Harrison somehow brought home a lot of beer and said I needed to drink it out. I still love you. I really just want to hear your voice again.

8th Alex:

Hey this is the hot guy you met at the bar yesterday. Was curious if I could show you that bass I was telling you about sometime. Maybe a cheap bottle of vodka to go with it?

9th Harrison:

Hey Tom’s really beat up could you just call him to talk to him one last time

10th Alex:

Hey babe just calling to tell you happy birthday! Bring a bag to my place tonight and we’ll have some fun.

11th Tom:

I’m not going to call you anymore.

12th Alex:

I fucking told you this morning I was picking you up for lunch where the fuck are you?

13th Alex:

Your fucking mother just called me telling me to back off of you. What the bloody hell did you tell her?

14th Tom:

I know I said I wouldn’t call but I needed to be reminded that you still exist. I don’t want to give up on us even though that’s what everyone is saying I need to do. You were always so good at knowing what I needed and I’m so lost without you. I’m sorry I fucked up but I still love you and I’d give up the movie just to be with you again.

You weren’t crying when he finished. Your eyes were raw and there were no tears left even though your heart was crushed with a mallet on the floor. You hadn’t moved at all during the messages and your knees were aching but you couldn’t get yourself to budge.

It wasn’t till you heard the front door to the apartment unlock that you laid down in your bed, put your phone under the pillow and pretended to be asleep. When the bedroom door opened you heard Alex sigh and close it again. The refrigerator opened and you heard the clanking of his beer and the sound of the TV.

You felt around the bed stand for your earbuds and plugged it into your phone.

1st Tom:

I love you so much, I couldn’t be here without you! I miss you so much and ...

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Steve Rogers would want you to eat. Tony Stark would want you to sleep. Peggy Carter would want you to drink water. Bucky Barnes would want you to take your meds. Wanda Maximoff would want you to get back up. Thor Odinson would want you to be proud of yourself. James Rhodes would want you to have fait in yourself. Bruce Banner would want you to relax. Natasha Romanoff would want you to forgive. Sam Wilson would want you to walk with your head held high. Peter Parker would want you to dream. Clint Barton would want you to look on the bright side. Pietro Maximoff would want you to laugh. Vision would want you to understand. T'Challa Udaku would want you to calm down. Pepper Potts would want you to be resilient. Nick Fury would want you to be fearless. Sharon Carter would want you to be strong. Loki Laufeyson would want you to be smart. Scott Lang would want you to smile.

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Change of Scenery (I’m Not Going Anywhere PT. 2/?)

Avengers x Reader // Sebastian Stan! Bucky x Reader // RDJ! Tony Stark x Reader

Author: Grae

Word Count: 855 | Warnings: angst and some language

Summary: When you die after being kidnapped, Tony does the only thing he knows how to do to keep you with him. All it does is remind Bucky of what’s happened and what he’s responsible for.

A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO PUT OUT! As some of you know I’m moving into Uni this semester so things have been a little busy. I appreciate the patience! The tag list for this is still open and I’m always looking for feedback so please leave some comments down below! Classes start on Monday so I should be back on a schedule and have these out more regularly. I had such a hard time picking which one to do first so definitely put who you want next in the comments!

He was used to deaths being his fault. All the time he had spent under Hydra’s control, every single death had been his fault. It didn’t matter what happened or how little control he had on the situation; your death was his fault. He almost wished he was under Hydra's control again so he could go on a mission that would become numb to him. Something that he wouldn’t have to think about before doing.

That thought alone made him feel sick, but nothing compared to the look in your eyes when you saw him that day. The day you died was the first time he had seen you so helpless and afraid. The normal intensity in your eyes was gone without a single trace. Even the color seemed a little dimmer. He never wanted to see you that way, and now he couldn’t manage to see anything else.

So when that selfish bastard Stark came out with his newest toy, it took all he could not to tear the place apart. The calm manner he had was coming undone with each glimpse of you he managed to get, even when he was trying not to look. Tony, however, seemed to parade you around to the team, you were supposed to be perfect. But all James could see was the artificial light in your eyes. The one made by some stupid little LED and not the raw fire.

And after a while, he couldn’t take it.

It was only you, Tony and him when he finally exploded. Bucky was sitting in a chair looking outside while you and Tony were laughing over the kitchen island. You managed to catch Bucky’s eyes in the reflection, and that seemed to set him off

“Does it even know what happened?” He snarled.

“I’m sorry what?” Tony said in his annoyingly snarky voice.

“DOES IT EVEN KNOW IT DIED!?” He yelled.

“Bucky?” you said in a cautious and soft voice. “Are you o-”

“Shut up!” he interrupted.

There was something new to this feeling that invaded the room. Neither of the men had recognized this part of Bucky.

“Don’t you talk to her that way” Tony defended, standing up from the stool at the kitchen island.

“That’s not (Y/N) Tony. I can talk to it however I want! Now answer the damn question. Does it know that it’s dead.”

“Bucky I’m not dead.” you moved closer to Bucky but still keeping a kind of distance. His eyes shot to the ground. “Bucky look at me, I’m right here.” He still wouldn’t look.

“Tony?” he said in a low and almost desperate voice.

When you looked at Tony, he couldn’t make eye contact with you either.

“No, she doesn’t��

“I don’t know what? I’m not dead,” you said spinning between the two men. Finally, Bucky looked at you, but it seemed to be more like he was looking through you. Like you weren’t standing right in front of him and he had never looked at you like that.

“God why are you looking at me like I’m some damn puppet. I’m right here in front of you James.”

It was quiet for a moment before Bucky spoke, “you’re not real, you’re a replacement.”

You laughed for a second, hoping it was a joke. But when you realized that no one else was laughing, you turned to Tony. “What is he talking about?”

“You’re a damn robot,” Bucky answered for him. “Tony is using you to replace (Y/N). She died a month ago, and he can’t seem to realize that.”

Your brows furrowed in the stupid way they always did and Bucky felt a slight sting of guilt for what he was doing. He nonetheless continued.

“(Y/N) went on a mission alone, dealing with a guy she had been working on for months and something went wrong. We lost communication and when we looked at her last recorded position there was nothing but an empty warehouse.”

Tony mumbled something in between the pause.

“We finally tracked his gang to a laboratory in Brazil and found her and a bunch of other missing persons bound to the ground.”

You could barely hear Tony say “stop”

“She and the others were badly injured but they could at least walk so we moved them out once the area was clear. When we got her out to what we thought was a safe zone we found a device that was crushing her heart and lungs. We later found out that it was set off when she stepped foot out of a certain radius. By then it was too late. We tried taking her back into the space but the damage had already been done.”

It was now clearly audible “STOP!” Tony screamed.

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence.

“System shut down and four hour reset.” you heard Tony calmly say.

The world went black.

When you woke back up, there was no sign of Bucky anywhere. His room was empty without even a single trace that he had been there. When you asked Tony he simply said that Bucky needed a change of scenery.

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