#I spent six hours trying to draw that mother fuckers body it’s not even a joke it took me six (6) hours

[peapod20001]

David!! (Pronounced more like “da veed” than the English form of David)

He’s the high school soccer coach & an English teacher at Sundry high school (Sundry is the fictional suburb of Texas a bunch of my ocs occupy). Outside of school he plays in a local men’s soccer league and reads in the rest of his free time. He doesn’t have family in the country and he only hangs around a small handful of people, so he lives a pretty solitary life (not that he minds too much, he’s not an extroverted person)

He’s a very mellow fellow overall, probably the most energetic he gets is when he’s playing or watching soccer (it’s not a super calm game lmao). He’s a very straight forward person and won’t excessively beat around the bush when talking to people. He’s got a good filter between his brain and his mouth, so you won’t hear him say some crazy out of pocket shit. He’s not the type to be ignorant in a conversation, he knows what he’s talking about (there are instances, of course, where very unpredictable people say smth from out of left field that makes his brain buffer while he tries to figure out what to say, but even then he’ll get smth eventually).

Dating was always a weird thing for him because there was never anything really wrong with any of the women he dated, but he never felt like he clicked with any of them. It took him many years to sit down and realize he’s gay cus he just, never really thought about it, and he isn’t super involved in spaces with other / out queer people. If his friend hadn’t pretty much set him and Asher up, David would have just continued being single forever.

He’s not really concerned with his appearance the same way other people would be. He’s not a slob by any means, but you would definitely have to ask him to do anything extra like putting on cologne or fixing his hair up. He’s overall very “meh” about himself, not in a depressing way, he’s just very content with how things are going so he won’t stress over things that he can’t change. I don’t think he realizes people find him attractive lol he just thinks he’s someone that blends in with the crowd.

He tends to worry more about others than himself, a caretaker type of personality that lends itself well in his profession. He’s empathetic to the strong emotions of other people (like getting upset when someone else is, or taking on someone else’s embarrassment). He doesn’t get super excessively emotional on his own, but that doesn’t mean he’s apathetic or unfeeling at all.

On his own he’s not the adventurous type, he’s not rigid in his routines, but he also won’t go out of his way to try anything new. Ash is very good at filling every day with little adventures for him, and David is very good at making Ash feel secure.

[suit-lady]

Wait for Me (Part One)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom become close friends, but you start to fall in love with him.

Warnings: Swearing bc it’s me, you WILL be dissatisfied with where I left this, just being honest.

Word Count: 1777

A/N: Hello! This is a series I’m going to start, and don’t worry, I already have the entire thing planned out. No, that doesn’t mean that I know how many chapters the full thing will have. Either five or six probably. Unless I really draw stuff out. We shall see. But I just... I really like where this ended?? Like it just seems natural to stop it here... But there’s almost no romancing yet. Soz

Your hands trembled as you clung to the script you’d been given. As the packet was only a few pages, you switched hands often, wiping your free hand on your trousers, trying not to destroy the papers you knew you’d have to return once you’d said your lines. You took a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time you’d auditioned for anything; you could do this.

“Y/N, your acting partner is going to be Tom Holland. You’re in the same year; maybe you know each other?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, nodding to the acting director and your longtime friend, Alice.

Great. Sure, you’d met Tom, and he was nice, and you were a fine actor, but come on. This was the guy that had gone to the BRIT School, the guy who starred in Billy Elliot, the guy from The Impossible that was nearly nominated for an Academy Award. Swallowing the lump that had started forming in your throat, you made your way over to him. You stuck your hand out to him in greeting, and he took it.

“Would you like to go over these, or do you wanna just wing it?” you asked, skipping the greeting.

“We can read through them once, I guess,” he responded with a smile.

After exchanging some weird lines about a crazy mother and some casserole, you sat silently next to each other. He was busily texting someone you couldn’t care less about, and you’d pulled out your maths homework that was due at the end of the week. Until your names were called, not a single word was exchanged. He seemed like a decent acting partner, you had to admit.

“Tom Holland, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), center stage please!”

You set your work down mid-derivative and wiped your hands on your trousers again before grabbing your script and following Tom onstage. No matter how many times you performed, auditions always made you nervous. You could never put your finger on why. After flashing a smile to Alice, you began reading your lines.

Although neither of you had put much effort into the initial read-through, the performance on stage was electric, the two characters so alive that Alice was applauding you both before Tom finished the final like. “Bravo,” she said after you bowed together, “as if I am surprised.”

“Oh, please, Alice,” you and Tom said at the same time, causing you both to laugh very awkwardly.

“You’re both free to go. Get out of here.” Alice shooed you both offstage with a smile.

You gathered up your homework and put it back into your bag. As you slid the straps onto your shoulders, you noticed that Tom had waited for you. You raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged. You shrugged back at him, and, together, you made your way out of the community theater. On the way to Tom’s car, you made light conversation, and you decided that acting with him wasn’t going to be so bad. You were afraid that he’d be stuck up about acting, being a former Billy and all, but he was actually incredibly down to earth. After dropping him off at his car, you walked home, as you lived close enough to the community theater to enjoy the late-October afternoon.

The next evening, Alice called you to tell you that you’d been casted as the lead opposite Tom.

-

You and Tom gave each other so much shit during rehearsals, as you were very fast to warm up to each other. After all, you were on stage together the majority of every rehearsal, as the pair of you had nearly two thousand lines to memorize put together. It was a competition to see who could go off book first (Tom) and who could get a scene perfect with no reprimands from Alice first (you). About a week after Tom went off book (you were a fucking day too late—there was just that one scene that you couldn’t stop jumbling the words), you earned the “(Y/N), that was wonderful! Deliver your lines like that every time from now on!” while Tom received a “Now, sweetheart, I told you not to…” You couldn’t keep the smug grin off your face, even when you were walking him out to his car later.

“So, like, can we hang out now?” he asked you out of the blue.

“What?”

“Are we friends? Have we had enough group interaction that we can hang out?”

You were completely taken aback by his question. “Why, yeah, I’d say so.”

He smiled widely at you. “Great! When d’you wanna hang out then?”

Shrugging, you said, “Well, I was gonna bake cookies tonight for a friend, and you can come help me if you want.”

“I would love to!” His smile only grew brighter.

After that, you spent many evenings after practice at the other’s homes, growing ever closer.

-

One evening, it was very snowy, and you’d already planned on staying over at Tom’s. He’d invited you for a movie night, and there had been some sort of unspoken agreement that you were invited to stay over afterwards. Snuggled up in all the extra blankets Tom had found around the house, you watched a few of your personal favorites as well as a few of Tom’s. Before either of you knew it, it was nearly three in the morning, and you were passing yawns back and forth like it was a game of catch.

“I guess it’s about time for bed, aye?” Tom covered his mouth with both hands to stifle another yawn.

Stretching, you replied, “Yeah, guess so.”

“So practice is at ten tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I was gonna set an alarm for nine.” You reached for your phone and clicked the home button, only for nothing to show up. “Oh fuck, it’s died.”

Tom hopped up. “Not to worry; I’m sure we have extra chargers around here somewhere.”

You rifled through your bag, cursing yourself for forgetting one of the most important things to pack for an overnight stay. For goodness’ sake, you’d remembered your own toothpaste, but you’d forgotten your fucking charger next to your bed. Nice going, (Y/N). Giving up, you flopped back down on the couch, listening to Tom shuffle around his room, muttering expletives just loud enough for you to hear. He came back eventually, his mouth contorted in a yikes face.

“Sam, that little fucker, took my extra one I had. I know it was him because he’s the only one who knows where I hid it. And he and Harry are off at their mate’s for the night, so I have no idea where any extras are.”

You rose to pat his shoulder. “It’s okay, really.”

“Well, sure, but we both have to be up early. I dunno about you, but I’m not a morning person, so I’m not great at waking people up or being woken up.”

Chuckling, you said, “Yeah, I’m the same way.”

“We could both use my phone? And sleep in here?” He shrugged, telling you he didn’t mind.

“I mean, we could… But there’s one couch.”

“No big deal! I’ll take the floor.”

He grabbed a little more than half the blankets and threw them on the floor before cocooning up in them. Frowning a little, you laid down on the couch and snuggled up in the blankets, watching Tom get comfortable. He got up after a bit, coming back with—you div—his charger. Before he could lie back down, you peeped up.

“Hey, uh, Tom.” Your voice came out much smaller than usual.

“What’s up?”

“The couch is pretty damn big, y’know.”

Tom’s short laugh seemed loud in comparison to your whispers. “So?”

“Don’t you think you’d be more comfortable…sleeping on the couch?”

“You mean, with you?”

You felt your face get hot incredibly fast. “Y-yeah. Y’know, it’s just a suggestion.”

“You don’t think that’d be weird?”

“Not if you don’t make it weird, you weirdo.”

Tom laughed again, but it was much closer this time. Gently, he laid down on top of you, then sandwiched himself between you and the couch. You both wriggled around until the blankets were nice and comfortable. Nice and warm, you snuggled into the blankets and—as you were very suddenly aware—into Tom. You held your breath, but he didn’t say anything about the fact that you two were basically spooning each other, so you kept your mouth shut as well.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Tom whispered awkwardly. “Is this okay?”

He very slowly, very carefully, laid his arm across your body, which you were sure was much more comfortable for him given the way you were lying. Trying to steady your heart rate, you assured him that it was fine. You focused more on keeping your breathing steady than actually trying to go to sleep, and you felt very tired when the alarm went off. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you were nearly positive that you hadn’t gotten much at all.

After that night, however, sleepovers were common. He stayed over at yours more often that you stayed at his because you lived in an apartment with a single roommate and he lived with his whole family. The first night he stayed over, though, you made it clear that sleeping over couldn’t be at all awkward ever. Then, neither of you had a problem snuggling up to the other in your bed.

-

One night—you really couldn’t remember when it was, Tom had come over after a rehearsal just to hang out with you and your roommate. The plan had been to work on a puzzle, but your roommate came back from work very frustrated, so it just turned into a night of chatting among the three of you. Hours upon hours passed, and you lost track of how many cups of tea you made. Before long, you were cuddled up to Tom (mostly because he was warm), and you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You fell asleep on his chest to the sound of his heartbeat. When he noticed you were sleeping, he bid your roommate goodnight and carried you off to your room.

“He’s a good one, that Holland,” your roommate told you the next morning after he’d left. “Don’t let that one go if you can help it.”

You brushed the comment off. “Oh, please, it’s not like that. He’s cute, but we’re friends.”

“Well, the blush on your face says otherwise.”

You didn’t know it then, but, when you looked back, you always pinned that night as the night you fell in love with him. Even though your brain hadn’t known it then, your heart was sure.