#and then jack walks around with amy propped up in his arm and including her in his running commentary of events aboard the tardis and making

[quietwingsinthesky]

combining little amelia pond in the tardis with the tardis family au and trying to figure out which members would be pro and against child endangerment.

[not-the-cleavers]

Target II - Chapter 5

I’m back with another chapter - still on alert for evacuation here but writing takes my mind off all the anxiety around this fire. 

Underneath the chapter I have a little snippet of pure friendship that came up while writing this chapter! 

Tags; @adrenaline-roulette​ and @amy-brooklyn99​ - if you would like to be tagged just let me know

Pairing; Four x Eight (female reader) Fandom; 6 Underground Warnings; Swearing, smoking, drinking, reader kissing a girl (read that how you’d like in terms of sexuality), mentions of sexual acts (including non-consensual but only briefly I promise), mention of arousal and hinting at masturbation.  Word count; 1.6k (total so far 7.9k)

Also I used an answer from this Ben Hardy interview in this chapter!

Summary; The team has moved onto their next target after dealing with Rovach Alimov, a war criminal named John Dough. Eight has just joined the team and is dying to show how much she deserves to be there

Catch up; Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“You first, your number is lower than mine” I laughed. Four ran his hands through his hair again as a smile broke out across his face. “Alright I’ll start easy. What’s your favourite movie or movie series?” he asked. “Super easy! I love the Saw franchise” He laughed at my response “Hey I know that it’s not the best horror series but I love them” I said pushing his shoulder a bit. “If you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?” “Led Zeppelin ‘Thank You’ because it’s a beautiful love song, and everyone loves a beautiful love song.” “That’s kind of adorable” I sighed, why did he have to be so damn cute? “It’s super adorable I’ll have you know!” he laughed After a few easy questions surrounding hobbies, he blurted out “Tell me about your first kiss” “Not a question, but I’ll roll with it” I said gently mocking him “I was 14 at it was at a school camp a bunch of kids all entered our cabin and we played spin the bottle…” “Oh so a pretty boring story” Four interrupted “Will you let me finish? Mary King spun, and it landed on me, I thought she would just spin again, as were the rules laid out by the boys in the room, but instead she pulled me up and we kissed.” The look on Four’s face said it all. His mouth was slightly open and he looked like he was far off in thought. I waited patiently, sipping at my drink until he snapped out of it, finally he shook his head slightly and downed the last of the beer in his bottle before cracking open another one. “Tell me about your first kiss” I said lighting another cigarette, not giving him time to say anything in regards to my story. “Um, well, I was 15, down at the pub back home with some mates, drinking and smoking, being stupid kids really. In walked Ashley Reid, she was easily the prettiest girl in school and I had the biggest crush on her. We started dancing and having a good time and then all of a sudden she kissed me.” He said with a shrug, seemingly past the whole I kissed a girl thing. “What was your first sexual encounter?” he asked hesitantly, maybe testing the waters to see how I’d respond. But seeing as I’m a woman with zero shame I had no issue answering him. “Do you mean sex or messing around, those are two very different things.” “I guess just messing around” he shrugged. “I was 16 and I was at a high school party, I had been chatting with Scott Davis for quite some time and one thing led to another and I ended up giving him a blow job in the bathroom of this persons’ house.” I said sipping my drink, leaving out the fact I was blind drunk and he had basically taken advantage of me, I was trying to keep things as light as I could. “So…you’re not gay?” he asked, again very hesitantly “No” I laughed, ‘you have a shot with me’ I thought to myself. “Same question right back at you” “No, I’m not gay” he replied, laughing when he saw my pissed off expression. “You know what I meant” I half yelled, his laugher only making me angrier “You need to be specific love, and now you’ve lost a question” he patted my leg “Did ‘Jack and Jill’ ruin Adam Sandler’s career?” he asked, trying to calm me down by asking a pointless question. “Did he ever really have a good career?” I replied with a grimace, I couldn’t stand the guy. “Wait that’s not my next question!” I shouted, not about to lose another question to a technicality. “Good point, I guess you’re right there” he laughed. “Now you can ask the question you really wanted me to answer.” “Alright, have you ever done anything sexual in public?” I asked, slightly changing the question to catch him off guard. “Honestly, Ashley Reid when I was 15…” “C’mon don’t fuck with me, you can’t be serious” I slapped his bicep but his face told me he was in fact, being serious. “Yeah, after she kissed me we danced some more. When we got tired we sat down in a booth and she gave me a handy under the table. I had to run to the bathroom shortly afterwards and ditch my boxers. Went the rest of the night commando” he said jerking his head to the side slightly before taking another sip of his beer. Honestly was not expecting that response.

We kept going back and forth asking each other questions, going well and truly over the twenty question limit, but we were having fun. Our questions kept getting sexual and then easing back into being light hearted and funny and then back again, but as we got drunker the sexual questions became more heated. I could see Four was holding back so I piped up “I can see you have a question, I have no shame so go ahead and ask me” “Alright, do you have any kinks?” he asked, his eyes darkening slightly just waiting for my response. “Domination, tie me up and choke me…” I started rattling off a few things bound to get me hot and bothered while looking at my hands. I felt Four shift slightly to reposition himself on the bed next to me as I talked ‘am I turning him on?’ “Oh and I’m into pegging” I joked, which caused him to tense up. “Oh…” did he think that last comment was serious? I wonder how far I could take this, so I kept a straight face and asked him “what about you, what gets you going?” “Uhhh…” he scratched the back of his neck, seemingly considering whether or not to answer “You don’t have to say if you don’t want to” I told him, rubbing his arm. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. “No it’s not that. I just haven’t really developed any kinks. I’m a pretty vanilla guy” he said shyly, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Well there’s still time to work on that” I told him, trying to put his mind at ease. “How? I’m dead remember?” “There’s some people out there into that” I joked, causing us to collapse in a fit of laughter. My side felt like it was on fire but I didn’t care, I felt a complete sense of relaxation with Four that I had never felt with anyone else in my life. I found myself leaning against his chest, my body seemingly melting into his chiselled one. I had never noticed just how muscular he was, he was always wearing his hoodies, hiding his figure.

He eventually stopped laughing, and I felt his hand find its way under my chin, lifting it up so I was looking straight into his jade eyes. My eyes darted towards his lips right before those exact lips gently collided with mine. My hands flew up and my fingers knotted themselves into his blond locks. A slight moan escaped his lips. Without him breaking the kiss, he started to slide his leg underneath me and leant backwards so he ended up on his back. I rolled on top of him so that my chest was flush with his. His hands played at the hem of my hoodie, and I became acutely aware that I still had no shirt on underneath, but even with this sudden realisation, I didn’t stop him from snaking his hands underneath. The rough calloused skin on his hands felt unusually comforting against my hips. He only broke the kiss long enough for us to catch our breath and allowing me to steady myself above him, before crashing his lips back into mine. His urgency grew at the same rate as mine, and then I felt it, right against my thigh through both of our sweatpants, he was hard. His hands started to slowly travel up my back and I was loving every moment, that was until his hands made their way to my sides, causing one to land right on my healing bullet wound, causing me to jolt in pain breaking the kiss. “Fuck!” my eyes stung and the room felt like it was moving, I sat upright and moved myself off his lap. Four took a moment of realisation, before scurrying to check I was ok. “Shit Eight I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me” he said hurriedly, hiding his head in his hands, his face turning bright red in embarrassment. “Y/N” was my only response. “Sorry?” he lifted his head to search my face for some kind of clue. “That’s my name, I think we’re well beyond calling each other our numbers” I laughed weakly “Billy” he introduced himself “and I’m sorry, I crossed a line” he said sheepishly “Don’t be sorry, it’s just this fucking bullet wound. I was having the time of my life” I winked at him, causing his eyes to darken. “Look I, um, I think I should call it a night” Billy stammered. What the hell was he talking about? One quick look out the window confirmed that it was indeed late. “Holy shit, alright” I planted a quick kiss on his cheek “sleep well. Come see me again soon” I muttered. Within moments he was out the door, probably needing to go ‘take care’ of things.

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And that’s chapter 5! I promise there will be more about John Dough in the next chapter, and again I don’t know when it’ll be out but I’ll release it as soon as I can! I hope you enjoyed this little chapter all about Four and Eight getting to know one another, maybe a little more than they were expecting! I’d love to hear from you guys!!

Also huge props to @adrenaline-roulette​ for all her help and for this glorious moment when I realised I’m shit at 20 questions!

Also yes I forgot the term “straight people” and went with non bi, you are allowed to judge me for that - also before anyone asks, the best way to describe my sexuality is Bi or maybe Pan (I don’t fucking know honestly, everyone is attractive to me!)...Anywho...This post has gone on for long enough, enjoy and I’ll catch ya in the next chapter!

[angelic-holland]

Seeing the Thing 7

Summary: Because playing pretend is easier than talking.

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: just a little bit of angst and some kissing

Knock knock knock.

“Y/N? You in there? I got out of work early!” Harrison shouts from the other side of the door, hand jiggling to door handle 

You barely have time to comprehend what’s happening as you rip away from Tom, both of you rushing to pull your pants up, Tom and you both grab a top and shove the rest of the clothes in your closet. Cheeks red you pat down your hair and hope you look presentable as you unlock the door and swing it open for Harrison.

“Hiya,” he says, “oh hey Tom,” he greets before brushing past him and sitting on your bed.

“How’s the rehearsing going?” Harrison asks, eyeing both of you.

Your cheeks red, you were about to stutter out that they were doing fantastic when Tom cut you off.

“Going great, y/n’s a great teacher.”

“Is that your sweatshirt?” Harrison asks, head tilted as he points to Tom’s torso.

Fuck.

“I was cold, she lent me this while we worked,” Tom lies flawlessly through his teeth and you wonder how you’re not falling apart right now. 

Probably because you’re in awe of how easy it was for Tom to lie to his best friend, how easy it was to pretend like you both weren’t basically naked a few minutes ago.

“Yep,” you manage to get out, voice level as you took a deep breath.

“Do you want me to watch the scene one more time? Then we can head to rehearsal?”

“Sure, I just need to get a few things together after, we should have time though,” you nod as you slip into a professional mode, standing to the side of the room and picking up your script where you dropped it the first time Tom kissed you during the scene, Dave kissed Rhonda. 

You and Tom make it through the scene, he would give you a look when you high fived him for kisses. As if to say, ‘you had no problem kissing me fifteen minutes ago, what’s the big deal now?’ 

But he knew the big deal, you knew the big deal. He just liked to see you squirm.

“Hey Rhonda!” Tom shouts to end the scene and you sit down next to Harrison on your bed, Tom sits down on the floor in front of the two of you.

“So, whatcha think?” You ask, excited for Harrison’s opinion and feedback.

“Good, Tom, better at not looking so angry,” Harrison comments, “I think this is gonna be a great piece.”

“Me too,” you grin, grabbing the bag of supplies from your desk.

“Now will you tell me what this is?” Tom sighs, sitting back on his hands as you dumped everything out on your bed between you and Harrison.

“It’s just like, get well kits for the cast, it’s coming near the end of flu season and a few of them have gotten sick so,” you nod, opening the box of sandwich bags and starting to stick everything in them, tissues, chapstick, hand sanitizer. You’re acutely aware of Tom’s eyes staring holes into your hands as you put everything into little bags as you and Harrison chat idly about the show. How you need to borrow Jack’s truck to get props and set pieces from storage, how you want to see Julie’s sound design and Amy’s light design, random things about the show. 

“You know, you could include me in any of the conversations?” Tom asks as you seal the last bag.

“Okay, how is the search for your costume going?” Harrison smirks and turns the conversation to Tom as you pack up your bag. 

Tom stops in his tracks as he stands up, “I uh, good question, an excellent way to add me to the conversation, my costume search is going excellent, I’ve totally got everything I need.”

“I’ll take that as you’ve got nothing put together but you will get started tomorrow because that’s been on your to-do list for a week and a half.”

“That’s not a lot of time,” Tom begins to argue as the three of you step out of your room.

“He’s got a week until the costume is due,” You butt in and Harrison is stunned, eyes bulging out at you.

“You’re defending him?” He’s genuinely shocked to see one of his best friends stick up for his other best friend, considering you were usually at each other’s throats, especially last night.

“Just reminding you when the deadline is, is all,” you stubbornly cross your hands over your chest when you realize you’re in a t-shirt and sweatpants, no bra, “you both grab your stuff, I gotta change.”

“Why? Don’t want to go to rehearsal in that?” Harrison jokes and you roll your eyes, going back to your room as you hear them talk outside.

“You apologize for being an ass last night?” Harrison asks Tom, you can hear them, you figure he was speaking loudly on purpose, he wanted to make sure you heard them. 

“No,” Tom sighs.

You roll your eyes as you change, of course, he didn’t. He’d argue that he did nothing wrong, that you were both jerks to each other, that’s just the way it was.

“Well apologize to her now, I’ll grab our bags and meet you in the dining hall.”

“Why’re you so concerned that I apologize to her?”

“Because, you can be an ass, and when you are, you need to apologize, basic manners.”

“I’m only an ass when I-,”

“Don’t even start, this isn’t the fucking dark ages Tom, if you-,”

You were too curious to know what Harrison was going to say next, so curious you didn’t want to know at all. Better kept a secret between two friends, you didn’t need to pry. You swung the door open and the boys were silent, “hi,” you say, leaning against the door, now a little more presentable.

“Hey, I gotta get out of these work clothes, meet you and Tom in the dining hall in ten?” Harrison asks and you raise an eyebrow but nod.

Harrison squeezes your shoulder lightly before walking down the hallway. Both you and Tom watch as Harrison walks down the stairs and out of sight.

“Let’s snag a booth at the dining hall?” You turn to walk down the hallway, following Harrison’s path when you see Tom’s hand reach out to grab your shoulder but drop at the last second.

“Y/N?” He asks and you turn, almost falling into him as he’s standing right by your shoulder.

You stare up at the mess of brown hair, brown eyes looking down at you expectedly, shoulders stretching out your sweatshirt.

“Yes?”

“Did you get that strawberry chapstick for me?” His voice is almost too curious, digging.

“I got it so you could kiss Nikk,” you say back, “maybe she won’t smell like bananas this time around.”

“Won’t be the same darlin,” he smirks, tongue poking out of his mouth to lick his lips, still red from your kisses. 

“Obviously, we’re two different people,” you laugh, deciding to play it easy. 

“Obviously,” he snaps back and you take a step backward, away from him.

He takes a step forward, falling right back in place with you.

“So what? You went on and on about my stupid chapstick and if that’s the only way you could even pretend to be even remotely attracted to Nikk, then I’m going to bring these stupid bags to rehearsal and give them to everyone.”

“Who said I was attracted to you?” He asks, eyes roaming your face as you take another step backward, backpack pressed against the wall. He follows, hand resting against the wall by your head, face leaning down, a cocky smirk on his face, “Thought this was just acting.”

“Fuck you,” you bite back, sidestepping away from him and rushing down the stairs, afraid of what you would do if you stayed up there. Slap him? No. The thought of slapping Tom stung something deep inside of you. You’d probably crumple to the ground, lungs feeling like they’ve collapsed in on themselves, you were already breathing harshly through your nose, scared that if you opened your mouth all that would come out were sobs.

You didn’t care if he was attracted to you or not, right? It’s not like you felt anything towards him, maybe an ounce of lust, you couldn’t help thinking Tom was hot, his beauty was objective. No question about it.

“Hey, did- wait!” Harrison shouts as you pass the second-floor landing, you’re about to ignore him but you can’t. You needed your best friend. You pause and Harrison walks towards you, hands reaching out, his backpack slung over his shoulder, Tom’s presumably in one of his hands.

“He didn’t apologize did he?” Harrison asks, eyes taking in your trembling lip, head shaking as Harrison drops Tom’s backpack and pulls you into his arms, your arms hung weakly by your sides as Harrison held you, his hands rested on your middle back, rubbing it softly as you silently sobbed for a moment on his shoulder. Only a moment though because there was a thud thud thud down the stairs and you took a deep breath against Harrison’s shoulder, hands reciprocating his hug so it didn’t look weird as Tom came bounding down the stairs.

“Y/N, look I’m so- oh,” Tom pauses at the landing as he sees you and Harrison’s embrace.

You pull away from Harrison slightly, “it’s okay, you don’t need to apologize, what’s there to be sorry for anyways? Can’t help what you feel,” you shrug, dropping your hands to your side.

“No it’s not that I just-,”

“Just what Tom? You know what? I don’t want to talk about it. I want to eat shitty dining hall food, I want to go to rehearsal, I want you to do a good fucking job with this scene, and I want to move on.”

Move on. From what exactly? From wanting to kiss him? From seeking refuge in the warmth of his lips against your own? 

Tom’s silent as Harrison hands him his backpack. Harrison moves to rest his arm around your shoulder as you walk down to the dining hall. 

“I’m sorry,” Harrison whispers in your ear as you slide into the booth, Tom sitting on the other side, setting his plate down with a loud clatter. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you say, voice loud enough for Tom to hear you, deliberate. 

“Hey, listen, I’m sorry okay? Is that what you want to hear?” Tom says, voice full of anger and oh so clearly not meaningful.

“Bullshit,” you fight back.

“Can you both cut it out, it was going so well, you were working together, can we please just save it for another time?” Harrison begs, a hand on your leg rubbing gentle circles into the space above your knee.

“Sorry,” you mutter, eyes darting down to your plate to shut up and eat. It’s just easier this way. 

You eat in relative silence, once you finish the three of you walk to rehearsal, there early like always, the stupid bags in your backpack, you pull them out and place them on a desk. Gianna and Quentin come bouncing in shortly before the actors are called, coffee and tea in hand. 

“Sup,” Gianna kisses Harrison’s cheek and you laugh as your best friend blushes like a middle schooler who just asked out their first girlfriend. 

Gianna giggles as well before sliding into the seat next to yours, taking one look at your foot tapping against the ground, fingers tapping against your thigh before announcing you were going to grab a bathroom break before the actors arrived.

You attempted to protest as she all but dragged you out of the room but the truth was, you needed this. Whatever girl time Gianna was going to give you in the ten minutes you had before rehearsal started. 

“What happened?” She asked, straightforward. That’s something you loved about Gianna. She was blunt in times that required the truth to be told, no beating around the bush.

“I did something really stupid,” you sigh, running cool water from the sink over your face.

“How stupid?”

“So stupid I can’t talk to Harrison about it.”

“And whys that?” 

You knew Gianna was curious for more, it was in her nature to be nosy, you didn’t mind much. Especially now, you really needed someone to confide in, someone who wasn’t Tom’s best friend.

“IkissedTom,” You mumble and she raises an eyebrow.

“You did what now?”

“You heard me.”

“You kissed Tom? For real? I thought you two were constantly at each other’s throats.”

“It was for his scene.”

“His scene?”

“We met to review his blocking and to try to improve his scene and we did the kisses.”

“Holy fuck.”

“I know, it was stupid and unprofessional and I can’t believe I did it and-,”

“No, no, no, fuck that. I was gonna say to go get that dick!”

“Gianna!” You groan, dropping your head into your hands, starting to regret telling her.

“What? He’s fucking hot, if I wasn’t dating Harrison I’d hop on it. Hell everyone here would hop on it. And you’ve kissed him? You’re already halfway there.”

“No, it’s just, he’s an asshole.”

“How so?”

“I dunno, just always, he’s got a snide remark and it’s not like a funny snide remark shared between friends, because we aren’t friends, it’s mean and it’s specifically pointed towards something he knows will hurt. And he’s confusing because we were seconds away from seeing each other naked when-,”

“Naked?!” Gianna practically screeches before her hands clasped over her mouth.

“You know at the end of the scene when they all strip off each other’s clothes?”

“Yes! And you fucking, oh my god, he’s ripped, isn’t he? Does he look as good as people say he is?”

“Yeah, I mean, we were kissing for most of it but-,”

“Hold up, you were kissing and practically naked and you don’t want to jump his bones?”

“It’s not that, it’s, he doesn’t want to.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because, the strawberry chapstick I’m giving all the actors today in those plastic bags,” you sigh, attempting to piece back the story from the beginning of yesterday.

“And so I said, maybe he could pretend to be attracted to Nikk if she had my stupid chapstick on, and then he was all ‘who said I’m attracted to you’.”

“First of all, never attempt a British accent again. Second, he was this close to seeing you topless and you really think he isn’t attracted to you? Have you considered he’s just an idiot?”

“No, I know he’s an idiot, but not like that. If he was attracted to me, he’d make a move. God knows he does it every weekend with other girls anyway.”

“One, pot calling the kettle black,”

“Hey, I haven’t since last year and-,”

“Two, he hasn’t recently.”

“How recently?”

“Uh, like I don’t know, past two weeks, which according to Harrison is a miracle, so, take that for what is it.”

“What do you mean what it is? It’s nothing. He’s just busy.”

“Yeah, being attracted to you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Alright, just watch today. If he can show the same level of attraction to Nikk that he did to you while you guys rehearsed, I owe you five bucks, if he can’t, then pay the fuck up.”

“You’re brutal sometimes,” you sigh, checking your phone. You should head back in.

“You like me the most when I’m honest, makes you self reflective, now let’s go, I wanna see you owe me five bucks,” she laughs, locking her elbow with yours as you make your way down the hallway.

Most of the cast is sitting in the desks in the rehearsal space, a larger classroom in the basement of an academic building when you and Gianna slide into your seats.

“I told them about your little goodie bags, making sure they all stay nice and sanitary for the kisses, chapstick and all,” Harrison laughs, “nice touch.”

“Course,” you mumble, eyes meeting Tom’s as your hand clenches around your own chapstick in your pocket.

Fuck him.

You pull it out and apply it to your lips, smacking them softly before looking away. 

“Quentin and Gianna will be setting each scene with makeshift sets and props, most of you will be moving your own set pieces on,” Harrison lets the actors know, the first set of people setting up for their scene.

You watched as Harrison took notes for each scene, his handwriting still managed to look nice even when he wrote something really quickly. You got lost in the way his pen glided against the paper. You weren’t bored with the show, more on edge for your scene, the very last scene of the show, you had to wait until the end to see if your hard work paid off. As their scene neared you watched as Nikk applied the chapstick and Tom broke out into a grin, Gianna elbowing you lightly as she noticed Tom look your way.

You nodded, fingers gently tapping the desk while they people from the scene previous left the stage. 

Tom and Nikk walked on and you and Gianna sat with bated breath, anticipating Tom’s movements as he walked on and went about the scene. 

“Well can I give you a hint?” His voice eager, face soft as he turns to Nikk, and you lean forward, watching as he quickly kisses Nikk. It doesn’t radiate the same energy and his nose crinkles a little before Nikk pulls away in character. You sigh, a little defeated as Gianna grins triumphantly. 

Still a few more kisses. 

“Big, open-faced, strawberry rhubarb pie?” They’re facing each other, Tom’s hand cups Nikk’s face and you wait for the tender moment, his thumb to rub his cheek like he did yours, the slight shake of his head as he mouths the word no, it never came. Instead, they kiss, and Tom’s able to hold it for longer without crinkling his nose, only twitching slightly when Nikk pulls away to finish her line. His hand drops quicker than you would’ve liked and your hand moves across your notebook with notes as you watched them continue with the scene. His hands are clenched in fists at his side, his face is conveying all the emotion that you had worked with him, but his hands were still so angry.  

The rest of the kisses were okay, nothing like the ones in your room, but you figured it was because Tom was getting used to kissing Nikk like he kissed you. At the end of the rehearsal Harrison handed out his notes for everyone and thanked them, you did the same with a reminder that the off book date was coming up Friday and that if anyone needed to run their lines without a script, they should work with their scene partners outside of rehearsal time.

Tom frowned at his notes as you, Harrison, and Gianna walked back to the dorms.

He slipped beside you as Harrison and Gianna walked slightly ahead of you, hands intertwined. 

“What’s this mean?” He asks, pointing to your note, “stop looking so angry, you aren’t the hulk.”

“You kept clenching your fists at your sides, is that a character choice?”

“You know it’s not a character choice,” Tom huffs out and you roll your eyes.

“Then why, even after we’ve been through this I don’t know how many times, you still do it?”

“Cause I don’t want to kiss Nikk.”

“Too bad, everyone has to do things they don’t want to do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks and you ignore the feeling of his knuckles brushing against yours as you turn the corner to the dorm building.

“It means, we all have to take one for the team to make this production excellent.”

Tom’s silent as you follow Harrison and Gianna inside. 

“Y/N, still good for later?” Gianna asks, and you nod as Harrison and Gianna walk up the stairs to Harrison’s room.

“What’s later?” Tom asks and you roll your eyes as he follows you back to your dorm.

“Why’re you going this way? Your dorm is a floor down.”

“My dorm is about to be occupied by horny kids getting it on.”

“Then go to the dining hall.”

“Let’s practice our scene.”

“Can’t, have plans.”

“With who?” Tom scoffs as you unlock your door and check your phone.

Quentin: sorry i can’t help you out tonight, Jay wants to take me on a surprise date, do you still need sheets?

“With someone who just canceled on me,” you sigh, tossing your hands in the air.

“Really or were you coming up with an elaborate plan to not hang out with me?”

“Hang out?” You step backward into your room, standing at the door so Tom couldn’t join.

“Practice the scene, whatever.”

“Well if it means so much to you, Gianna and I, and Quentin up until a minute ago, we’re going to surprise Harrison with a movie night, a little stress reliever from working so hard on the show.”

“I think Gianna’s giving him plenty of stress relief right now.”

“Ew shut up,” you groan.

“Where would you have this movie night?”

“Last year, when Harrison was really stressed about a theater practical, I had this idea,” your eyes light up as you recall the memory, stepping further back into your room, “I bribed the soccer teams to let me use the soccer field and their net, and tied sheets up to it, found a projector, and we had a movie night. So Quentin was supposed to help me set it up while Gianna distracted Harrison but Jay is taking Quentin on a surprise date.”

“I could help.”

“You’d do that?”

“It’s for Harrison right?”

“Yeah.”

He takes another step, following your movements, eyes roaming your face for anything, door shutting behind the two of you. Your movements mirror his in the opposite direction. A dangerous dance.

“Then sure.”

“Okay,” you breath out and he’s so close now, chest inches from yours as you drop your backpack to the ground, breaking the silence. 

“You know, I didn’t mean it earlier, the joke.”

“Hmm?” Your eyes are met with the black sweatshirt he’s still wearing, your dad’s old one.  

“You’re attractive.”

“I know.”

“So maybe for the scene, I can just picture, your cute face,” his hand comes up to cup your cheek, “and pretend that I’m kissing it.”

“Pretend,” you breath out as he leans down.

“Pretend,” he echoes before his lips press against yours. Because that was all this was, practice so he could picture your face instead of Nikk’s, just pretend.

Your hands stay right at your side, trembling and unsure as his feet shuffle you back, your feet fumbling in response. An awkward dance. His lips part easily, tongue gliding against your lips. You refuse to let him in, enjoying the dance as it is, one of his hands is now gripping your hip, thumb of his hand on your cheek stroking it gently.

“Please,” he whispers against your lips, forehead pressed against yours while he stares down at you.

“We should set up for the movie.”

“Screw the movie.”

“No,” you sigh against him, hand pressing against his chest, pushing him back slightly, “this is for Harrison.”

“Later.”

“Maybe.”

“Pretend.”

“Pretend,” you repeat, enjoying the one word back and forth, maybe if you kept saying it was pretend, you could trick yourself into believing that was all this was to you. 

“Good,” he smirks, pulling you back and pressing a quick kiss on your lips before dropping his hands.

“So let’s set stuff up?”

“Right, we need sheets, projector, how’re you holding the sheets up?” Tom jumps into action.

“Rope,” you say, kneeling down and grabbing the clear bin underneath your bed, rummaging through it.

“Aren’t you just full of surprises?”

“Hush,” you laugh, grabbing the several small bundles of rope you used the year before as well as two large white sheets and the projector.

You hand Tom the sheets and you open your mini-fridge and grab some sodas. 

“Ready?” He asks as you grab a sweatshirt.

“Give me a second, rope, sheets, soda, projector,” you say, stuffing the rope and soda into your backpack, projector handed over to Tom.

“Blankets, to sit on,” you say, grabbing two picnic blankets from your closet. 

“You’ve got a lot in this tiny room of yours,” Tom muses as you slip your backpack on and hold the blankets.

“Full of surprises,” you laugh. 

The two of you make your way to the soccer field, a silent walk, not quite comfortable, not quite awkward. A strange middle ground that left a weird feeling in your gut.

The soccer field was empty as you and Tom walked towards the net.

You set to work expertly tying the sheets to each end, directing Tom on how to hold it so you can work. 

You set up the blankets and text Gianna that everything is ready before pulling out your laptop, plugging it into the projector.

“What movie are we watching?”

You pause and blink up at Tom, not hearing him, “what?”

“Nevermind, didn’t wanna watch a stupid fucking movie anyways,” he grunts, fists clenched at his side as he begins to stalk away.

You leap from the ground, “Wait! Jesus, I just didn’t hear what you asked!”

You’re paused in a defensive stance, hands out in front of you as you wait for Tom to hear you out. 

“Whatever,” Tom grumbles, turning to stare you down.

“Would you just, why are you acting like such a child? You never use your fucking words. Actually, nevermind, a child can articulate what they want, what they’re feeling without throwing a fit. I don’t even know what you are.”

“You know what I am,” he says, stepping back towards you.

“What might that be?” You take a step back, there’s that dance again.

His hand reaches out for your own as he takes another step and you’re frozen. 

Just as his fingers brush against your own they are ripped apart again when you both hear Harrison and Gianna shouting from the edge of the field, “MOVIE NIGHT!”

You laugh weakly, sitting back by your laptop as Tom crosses his arms and paces, muttering to himself before he greets Harrison with a lame smile.

“Hey, mind if I join?” 

“Not at all mate, what’re we watching?” Harrison directs the question at you as he and Gianna occupy one blanket.

“Hercules,” You smile, eyes squinting at the setting sun.

You turn the projector on and the light flickers onto the sheets against the soccer net. You pull up your copy of Hercules and press play, settling on your side on the other blanket, stretching your limbs out as the opening credits play.

“When you asked if you could join us, I meant it,” Harrison says, head craning to look at Tom who was still slightly pacing. He paused behind the blanket your body occupied.

“Do you mean it?” Tom asks and your head turns to stare at him, you nod before turning back to the screen.

“That doesn’t look very comfortable,” he nods as he sits down with his legs crossed under him next to you.

“Why’s that?”

“Shhh,” Gianna hushes the both of you.

Your voices fall to a whisper, “because, the blanket doesn’t give you much protection and this ground is hard as a rock,” he mimics the way you’re laying, face inches from yours. 

“It’s not the worst in the world,” you respond, voice barely a whisper.

“I should be running lines right now.”

“You should be relaxing and watching the movie,” your eyes roamed his face like he did with yours many times before. You noticed the few freckles that dashed across his cheeks, the slight crook in his nose, the light bags under his eyes, the cliche look of a college student. 

“It’s your fault if I don’t know them by Friday.”

“Is not, you’ve had plenty of time to learn them.”

“Then help me practice.”

“Ask Nikk, your scene partner,” voice echoing the words you said earlier at rehearsal, “if you’re not prepared for the off book date, work with your scene partner.”

“You know I don’t want to work with Nikk. Plus, she’s known her lines for a solid two weeks, I’d look like an idiot practicing with her.”

“As opposed to looking like an idiot with me?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t actually.”

“Despite what you might think, we can still hear you, even if it’s just a bunch of muffled whispers,” Gianna groans and you giggle, eyes crinkled as your hand rests between you. 

His eyes look down between you, his hand resting on his side, fingers twitching as they inch towards your hand.

You yawn and move your hand back to your hip, “watch the movie.”

He nods but his eyes stay trained on yours, and you refuse to break the stare.

You give up and roll onto your back and stretch your arms above you before resting them against your stomach, you want to enjoy the movie.

Your eyes start to droop as the sun sets, the movie just a background noise as you start to drift off to sleep, ignoring the warmth of the body next to yours as it moves closer, an arm resting beneath your head to give you somewhat of a pillow.

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