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fanficparker · 5 years ago

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Faking, Falling > Part 7

Harrison Osterfield x Reader (Fake dating! Unrequited love switcheroo!)

Word count: ~1.5k words

Warning: Swearing, angst but...

Summary: Never miss the opportunities that have fallen on your footsteps.

<< PART 6 [ MASTERLIST ] PART 8 >>

"So, mom thinks you're my boyfriend." You said, pressing your lips in a thin line.

"Yeah, I can definitely understand that. But why, instead of correcting, you are leading her in this misunderstanding?" Harrison scrunched his brows, looking sharply at you.

"Umm... It's because... You know... Well... umm..."

"What? I can't understand!"

"Okay okay," You nodded your head deciding to give him an explanation, "So, the thing is. I know my mom well. She is hellishly impressed by you and now if I say we both aren't together, she's gonna keep pushing me to literally do something that we both start dating. And you can understand, it's a terrible idea." You said holding your head by your finger pretending as if you were getting a headache. He scratched his head at the reason, still unsatisfied.

"So why don't you tell her, you aren't in good terms with me? It's no doubt you hate me..."

"Of course, I hate you. But..."

"But what?"

You groaned this time, pressing your temples by the pads of your fingers.

"I know my dad well too. If he comes to know all the terrible things you did to me, you have no idea how screwed up, you'll be. I am just doing this in order to save your ass." You said, rolling your eyes. Harrison licked his lips as his eyes roamed across the room.

"He's just a bit protective over me, so basically if he knows, you're in danger," You repeated.

"Okay?... But what about Simon? What if it creates confusion and trouble in between your relationship?" Harrison asked, his gaze falling to his shoes as he absent-mindedly taps his foot on the floor.

"What has Simon had to do with this? And what relationship?"

Harrison's head shot up, his forehead puckered as he spoke, "Aren't you both dating?"

"No. Why will I date a jerk?" You rolled your eyes again, hands folded to your chest as your eyes concentrated to the side.

"I don't understand. I mean before that... message... you guys were going on a date, right? So, it didn't work?"

"It did even after your 'message disaster'." You looked at him, rolling your eyes for the third time.

God, where did you learn that? Nevertheless, you continued, "He literally stole my designs!!! I was almost on the verge of being tagged for plagiarism for my own work!! But thank god, I had a 'dated' folder on my computer proving the originality. So of course, I broke up." You sighed dropping your arms to rest on your waist, sighing remembering the struggle of getting out of that mess.

"Oh. I tried to warn you about this but..."

Your eyes went wide at his words.

"About this? How would you know?"

"Yeah. He has previously used his senior's work in the wrong way." Harrison answered.

"So why the fuck, you didn't tell me?!" Your eyebrows scrunched, your tone was sceptical.

"I wanted to but don't you remember Simon said you won't believe and I didn't have proofs and you hated me---"

"Oh. My. God... Wow, Harrison." You fake laughed.

"Listen---" He tried to defend himself but you didn't give him any chance, immediately cutting him off. Your laughs subsided only to be replaced by bitterness.

"Stop making excuses! This is terrible! You're just trying to transfer the blame on me. Like it was my mistake that I hated you and all. It's not a valid excuse. It's not even an excuse!!" The pitch of your voice was on its highest for sure and you hoped Harrison would get submissive by your behaviour but instead, he got angry.

"Excuse?!" He repeated the word as if he was hearing it for the first time.

"So, you're pretending you would listen to me and believe me? Really Y/n? Because the only last thing I remember is you literally slapping me across my face when I wanted to apologize and explain!!!" His voice was way louder than yours but you didn't let yourself suppress under his words.

"Oh wow. Now you want me to apologize for that slap?"

"What the hell! You are making things up. I never said that. It's you who always—"

"Look again you're blaming me!" You puffed out air, sounding irritated.

"What! I am not blaming you. Look, see-see, you're still not ready to listen!!!" He said throwing his hands up in frustration.

"Why would I listen to you anyway? What have you ever done to make me trust your words? All I know is you're a fuckboy, who never cares about anyone's feelings! All I remember is you thinking everyone else is absolutely inferior to you! Why would I listen to an asshole?!" You said louder.

"I JUST DROPPED YOU HOME!" He yelled back.

"Wow. Now you're counting this. Great. You know what Harrison, I don't need your help at all. Take your money, I don't want to owe you anything!" You took the wallet off your pocket and grabbed a handful of bills but before you could divert the money in his direction he held your wrist. You squirmed your wrist in his tight grip only for your wallet and money to drop on the floor.

"What the hell?! Do you think it's about money, Y/n?! Am I this low?! BLOODY HELL!" He dropped your hand and took a step closer to you. You took a step back to each step he took forward only for your back to hit on the wall and he was standing just an inch from you. His eyes felt like blaring flames and you could feel yourself squirming under his intense gaze.

"I was just trying to be nice!!! I am trying to genuinely change. I am trying to change my attitude, my personality, everything you described me with, BUT YOU AREN'T ALLOWING ME TO DO SO!!!" His voice was at the loudest of what you have ever heard. You flinched at his words and immediately he took two steps back.

"Sorry," He mumbled, afraid that he made you afraid. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. And maybe he noticed them.

"Please, Please I didn't mean that. I---" He said trying to get closer to you, only for you to make a cold 'don't' gesture by your hand. You clenched your jaw trying hard not to let the tears spill. Your nails dug into the flesh of your palms as you exhaled deeply.

"I will tell my mom you have an emergency and can't stay. I will make up something after. Whatever, you can leave." You said moving your head to the side.

"Please listen---" Harrison tried to softly grab your hand but you swat it away looking much more furious than ever.

"We don't want it anymore. Why waste time?" You said. Before Harrison could even make out your words, you had moved out of the room slamming the door behind. He heard you calling for your mom.

"Oh, Lord. Shit! I am an idiot." He cursed himself realising what he should have realized a lot earlier. He rushed out. His steps were hasty. He saw you walking across the corridor. You heard your mom's footsteps approaching in your direction but before you could walk any further, you were dragged back. Your back was once again pressed to the wall. His blue eyes were boring into yours.

"What now Harrison? I was just about to end... Mmh."

Definitely, you weren't expecting this. He had cupped your cheeks in his hands and his lips were on yours. You couldn't shut your eyes but yet your vision felt blurry. The tip of his spectacles was lightly pressed against your forehead while his eyes were closed. It wasn't exactly a kiss. It just felt like his mouth was pressed against yours, no movement but yet it did make you forget everything for a moment. No matter his lips were a bit chapped against yours but his breath was intoxicating.

"Y/n were you calling me... Oh my god. Do these things inside."

Your eyes widened at your mom's voice and finally, your blurred vision was backed to normal. You heard your mom leaving and getting away from where you both were caught.

'Caught' — Was it even an appropriate word?

After your mom was gone, Harrison slowly pulled away. Your eyes were still wide open like a reindeer caught in headlights.

"Why did you do that?" Your voice was surprisingly like a whisper this time.

"If the opportunity to make you change your perception about me has itself fallen right in front of me, I realised I should not miss it."

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breathinginthevapor · 5 years ago

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“Sorry I’m late”

Summary: Your best friend Tom Holland has agreed to be your date to your high school reunion, but when bumping into your ex, you might “accidentally” tell him the two of you are dating...

A/N: This is for @starksparker‘s summer writing challenge, and it’s my first time writing Tom Holland (besides a long-ass piece that I’m still working one) so I hope I did alright, please let me know what you think! I used the prompt “sorry i’m late” because it’s what gave me the idea, but really, it isn’t such a big part of the writing, oops...

T/W: cursing, I think? Oh, and mentions of cheating

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“Sorry I’m late! Traffic was terrible,” he apologises and presses a light kiss against your cheek.

His hand immediately finds the swell of your back as he sips on the cheap champagne. You easily see through the cough he lets out to conceal the sour expression on his face, clearly used to alcohol of much higher quality.

You giggle, “Made a few movies and now you’re above the rest of us, huh.”

He chuckles, cheeks slightly reddened, probably a combination of hurrying to get here and the fact that he exposed himself.

“What can I say, only the best is good enough for me,” he jokes and winks at you.

You shake your head as to show him he’s being dumb, but you can’t keep a smile off your lips. Then, you remember the presence of the man awkwardly standing opposite you and clear your throat, “Well, you remember Oscar, right?”

Within a second, Tom’s expression changes, jaw clenching and eyes spitting fire. “Oh yes, Oscar.”

He nods his head in Oscar’s direction, and you can see the veins on his neck appear, a clear sign that he’s on his guard.

Still, the coldness of his tone when greeting your ex surprises you, although it’s no secret that they don’t like each other. You just hadn’t expected Tom to be so blunt about it as he’s always the perfectly polite gentleman, only to you admitting whom he dislikes.

But if he makes any attempt of being charming right now, it’s definitely failing.

“Tom,” Oscar addresses your best friend, running his hand through the long blond locks.

You used to love how it made him look like a lion with a big mane, but now, he looks far from the confident man you knew. He is still crazily attractive, though, and you don’t doubt that every single woman in here glances at you with envy for being surrounded by the two most handsome men in the room.

There’s a part of you that feels bad for him, not liking how out of place he looks, while another part of you just wants to hurt him as badly as he hurt you. You wouldn’t know how, though.

That is, until he bitterly acknowledges, “Oh, so you two finally got together, huh?”

For a second, you’re confused about what he possibly could be talking about, but then you notice how Tom traces patterns on the skin of your back with his thumb and the protective way he stands beside and realise that Oscar must think that you and Tom are a couple.

And that it’s, judging by the sour expression of your ex, bothering him enough to be your chance to get back at him.

Pathetic? Yes.

But do you care? Definitely not.

“Together? No,” Tom denies at the exact same time as you lie, “Yes! Yes, we are together.”

Tom looks at you like you’re mad, but you ignore him. This isn’t about him; besides, he should be thankful that he gets to practice a little acting in his free time.

“Tom, baby, we can tell Oscar, he won’t say it to the tabloids,” you chirp, cursing yourself for not forcing Tom to teach you about acting. You have no idea if your behaviour is believable, but you sure hope so. You’ll die of shame if he sees through it. “Tom is so protective sometimes,” you explain to Oscar, a big smile on your lips.

“Comes with being best friends for so long, I guess,” Tom elaborates, easily falling into the role but eyeing you with confusion when Oscar looks away for a moment. You give him the puppy eyes, mouthing a “please” before he sighs and nods.

He squeezes you into him, nose burrowed in your hair and kissing your temple as he whispers, “You owe me. Big time.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Oscar sighs. You’ve just sipped on your drink, but when he speaks, you choke on it. Tom pats your back gently, and you regain your composure, once again putting a big smile on your face.

“Are you alright, love?” Tom inquires, the worried look on his face seeming genuine, but then again, it’s hard to know. Sometimes it sucks that your best friend is such a good actor, but well, right now, it sure as hell makes everything a lot easier.

“I’m fine. Thank you, Tom,” you gently assure him before turning to Oscar, “You’re not surprised?”

Oscar chuckles slightly, the air between the three of you still extremely awkward. “I don’t think anybody is, Y/N.” He pauses, biting his lip and looking at you intensely. You can feel Tom tense behind you, half of his chest pressed against your back and hand gripping your hip. You try to calm him by taking his other hand in yours and squeezing it, but he still seems stiff.

“Listen, Y/N, I’m sorry for being an idiot. It doesn’t make my behaviour okay, but I got so jealous because everybody besides the two of you knew that you two were in love. I loved you, and it sucked that you didn’t feel the same way,” he continues and takes a deep breath, forcing a smile on his face, “But I’m happy for you, I honestly am. I have no doubt that he’ll treat you like you deserve.”

This. is. weird.

Like, how does that even make sense? One thing is that he thinks you and Tom are dating now, but that you’ve always loved each other? No way. And what he said about “everyone knowing” you and Tom were in love? That’s just straight up weird.

“He does,” you confirm with a tone more confident and harsher than you had expected. Oscar flinches, but you feel anger boil inside your body. You’ve suppressed it for so long, only letting it out when bitching about Oscar to Tom, but now, it demands to be let out. “It hurt like hell when you cheated, Oscar, and I absolutely hated you for being so careless with my heart. But then I realised, you aren’t worth it. And honestly, your excuse is shit. I loved you, and you betrayed me, but then I found out that something better had been waiting in front of me the whole time.”

Oscar looks taken away at your outburst, clearly hurt, but when you look back to at Tom, he smiles down at you proudly. His body is relaxed, and his thumb caresses the back of your hand.

Then, he whispers something in your ear that makes your body go into a stage of panic, “Can I kiss you? If you were my girlfriend, I’d kiss you now.”

You search his eyes, the familiar dark orbs looking at you with a peculiar gentleness. And then, the panic that just rose in your body at his proposition, disappears, because this is Tom, your best friend, and his words just show how he’d do anything for you.

So, instead of answering his question, you turn around with your bodies pressed against each other and lean up and press a kiss to his lips.

They’re softer than you had expected, and you can taste the champagne. He might not have liked it, but when tasting it off his lips, you certainly enjoy it.

He smiles as you break apart, a cute, crooked one that makes you smile as well. “I love you,” he says, and although you know that Oscar will think it’s the romantic kind of love you’re talking about, you repeat Tom’s words to him. Because you do love each other. Hell, he’s your favourite human ever.

He kisses your forehead and then turns his focus to your ex, “It was nice to see you, mate, but I believe I’ve promised my girlfriend a dance.”

You can’t help but wonder about his sudden change of heart, the goodbye much warmer and polite than his earlier words. No matter what, you appreciate his calmness instead of the stiffness.

“I hope you’ll be as happy as I am one day, Oscar,” you tell your ex, shooting him a small diplomatic smile. And you realise that you actually mean it, that you feel really happy and content and loved, and that you hope this dirtbag of a man also will one day. Maybe not until he’s learned how to treat someone who loves him, but well, someday.

“Let’s go,” you encourage Tom, and he takes your hand and leads you to the middle of the floor.

A slow song is playing, and you lean your head and hands on Tom’s chest, his fingers toying with the fabric of your dress where his palms rest on your hips.

“I can’t believe you have such good taste in friends and such shitty taste in boyfriends,” Tom chuckles, swaying lightly to the music.

“You’re right. Dunno what I was thinking, honestly,” you agree, grinning into his black blazer. It’s soft against your cheek, and you relish in the feeling for a moment.

Then you remove your head from his body and look at him, “Thank you, really, for doing this.”

The lightning in the room is dim, coloured string lights on the walls and only a few other lamps besides that. His skin looks less pale than normally, and the brown hue of his eyes even softer. His hair is slightly messy, but it just makes him look even prettier.

You’ve always known he was attractive, but somehow, it still surprises you just how much sometimes.

He chuckles, “For going to your high school reunion or for pretending to be your boyfriend?”

“Both. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Ooh, that will get interesting,” he marks, and you growl, knowing he’ll force you to do something terrible, like letting him paint a penis on your face or something.

Before he can think too much of the possibilities of your “punishment”, you change the subject, “But seriously, how on earth could I think it would be a good idea to repeat my high school mistake and date Oscar again?”

“I dunno, love. Poor judgement?”

You hum and nod in agreement, before crooking your head and looking at him. He might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he’s been there for you through thick and thin, and he makes you laugh more than anyone else. “I’m so grateful to have you in my life, Tom. I really do love you,” you tell him softly, countless memories of the two of you flowing through your mind.

“Yeah, me too.” He smiles affectionately at you, squeezing your hips gently.

The song changes, the soft voice of Ed Sheeran now flowing from the stereos. He sings about growing old together and falling in love with someone every single day, and you remember the time you met the red-haired British singer at an event Tom brought you to. It’s crazy how your best friend just knows all these people you’ve only ever seen on TV or heard on the radio.

But what amazes you even more is that even though he knows all these exciting, famous, rich, beautiful people, he still chooses to hang out with you so much.

“Wanna hear some good news?”

He nods, intrigued.

“You’re alive right now. I can feel your heartbeat against my palm.”

He laughs, eyes scrunching and shaking his head overbearingly at your obvious statement, “What a relief.”

You join him, chuckling at your own joke, but then stopping when you realise that he has gone quiet and instead looks at you weirdly.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

He shakes his head, grinning with his teeth showing before speaking, “You look beautiful tonight, Y/N. If you weren’t already my girlfriend, I’d ask you out right now.”

You frown, not getting the joke completely.

Because it must be that, right? Just a joke?

“Well, I think you’ve forgot that I’m only your girlfriend for today,” you point out lightheartedly.

“Does that mean I can ask you out tomorrow?”

You laugh, but then stop when he doesn’t follow suit, “You aren’t serious right now, Tom, are you?”

“Dunno,” he shrugs, an uneasy expression on his face, then shifting to a smug one when he elaborates, “To be honest. It’s hard to be sure of anything while looking at you in that dress.”

You look down at yourself, to the red dress that sits tight on your body. You bought it for the occasion, wanting to look good without being too over the top. It’s a plunge neck with a low cut back, and although it’s tight, you wouldn’t call it inappropriate or anything like that.

“It’s not that special, Tom. It’s a pretty plain dress, actually, and I’m pretty sure half of the women in here are wearing tight red dresses.” Not to mention, they’re breath-takingly beautiful, while you feel mediocre, at best.

However, Tom apparently disagrees, “Yeah, but none of them are my best friend who looks incredible right now.” He swallows visibly, Adam’s apple bobbing. “None of them have lips I wanna kiss.”

Your breath gets caught up in your throat, completely taken back. You’ve stopped swaying to the music now, and his hands loosen the grip on your hips to fall down his sides instead. He looks terribly nervous as he’s biting his lip, and a blush creeps onto his cheeks. You don’t know what to say, don’t even know what to do about the tingle in your stomach and the warmth that spreads through your body, surely painting your cheeks the same colour as Tom’s.

“Do you- do you like me, Tom?”

Your voice is low and unsure, barely audible over the music, but Tom scratches his neck, eyes darting away before turning back at you and nodding slowly.

“Yeah,” he admits with a breath. He is clearly anxious for your reaction, and it looks like he’s about to say something more. Nevertheless, you cut him off before he even gets the chance to speak and connect your lips for the second time today.

You grab his cheeks, pulling him closer to you and waiting for him to relax into the kiss. He luckily does so quickly, parting your lips with his tongue and grabbing you, hands on the swell of your back pushing you closer so your torso is pressed against his.

“Well, that went a lot better than I thought it would,” he chuckles once you’ve broken apart, grinning down at you.

“If you’d told me this a long time ago, I wouldn’t have had to let that asshole cheat on me. Would have spared me a lot of heartbreak, dumbass,” you joke, giving his lips another peck.

“At least it’s a story for the grandkids,” he laughs, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Bold of you to assume we’ll last that long,” you point out, but your tone is both joking and loving, and you even shoot him a wink.

He kisses you again, intensely and deeply, and when he pulls away, he throws his arms around you and picks you off the ground in a tight grip.

“Sorry, but you’re stuck with me, Y/N. No getting out now.”

He spins you around till you’re dizzy, laughter erupting from both of you and catching the attention of the people surrounding you, but neither of you care. You’re way too caught up in this new thing, in these newly freed feelings to care about anything but each other.

“Perhaps that’s not all too terrible after all,” you concede, watching the way his face lights up, and how his eyes twinkle in the dim lights. Your best friend, the man who always puts a smile on your face, who dries your tears and even agrees to play your boyfriend to make your stupid ex jealous. The man you’re fairly sure you’re in love with.

No, not at all terrible.

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peeterparkr · 5 years ago

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three lies.

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(RE-IMAGINED) More days, more lies, more backstories and more heartbreaks.

What if?

summary: you’re invited over for a family vacation with the Hollands. You’ve been in love with him for a while. That’s a secret, but what if you turn it into a lie? Lies lead to secrets and secrets to ruin. It’s a matter of time to see how a little white lie takes you to the edge of despair.

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warnings: angst, fluff, all the emotions, future smut

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grussell63 · 6 years ago

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The Art of Pretending - Chapter 17 (H.O.)

Student!Harrison x Reader

Summary: Being more of a part-time student at the University of the Arts London for Film and Television and part-time hype man for his best friend Tom Holland, there usually isn’t a day where Harrison doesn’t show up late and hungover to class. As a role model student you try your best to stay out of trouble - especially if the boy trouble involves Harrison Osterfield and Tom Holland. What happens when both worlds collide nonetheless?

Warnings: Swearing

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Feeling incredibly hot when you were woken up by the soft sunlight on your face, you felt yourself tossing and turning in your bed before finally accepting the fact that you were not going back to sleep again.

Opening your eyes, your attention landed immediately on the soft hoodie that you were wearing. It was unusual for you to sleep in anything thicker than a shirt, so it was clear why you were sweating like crazy.

You remember how last night had ended and how Harrison had driven you home before telling you that you could keep the hoodie for now since you couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

Seeing Harrison was painful and at the same time the best thing that had happened yesterday. You loved hearing his voice, you loved the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled - and you loved how he took care of Tom after he had left his safe spot behind the bush.

Tom had slept on his whole drive home and so did Harry, making Harrison and you the only two people awake in that car.

“Have you read the script?” Harrison asked.

“Was going to do that tomorrow, this div kind of stole my me-time.” You said as your eyes met Harrison’s in the rearview mirror.

“Uhm, yeah feel free to fix anything or text me if you want me to fix it.” Harrison shrugged as his eyes were back on the road.

Talking to Harrison was easy, it was like driving a bike, once you can do it you’ll never have to learn to do it again. You knew him better than you would ever admit you did and he probably knew you better than you wished he did, which made this whole thing between you scary as hell for you.

“Why didn’t you want to see me?” You mumbled as you felt Harrison’s hand go across you to unbuckle your seatbelt.

You had fallen asleep at some point and Harrison didn’t want to wake you up, so he figured carrying you to bed was his best shout of getting you home safely.

You opened your eyes only to look into Harrison’s blue ones, the ones that made you go weak in your knees, the ones that painfully tried to cover up the boy’s bleeding heart.

“I never said I didn’t want to see you.” Harrison smiled weakly as he watch you get out of the car.

“You didn’t show up. You sent Tom.” You mumbled, eyes still locked with Harrison.

The boy could see you were sad about him not showing up, but shouldn’t you have known that it would still be hard for him to see you? After you had rejected him when he said he had feelings for you?

“I didn’t think I could bear to see you.” Harrison whispered as he brushed a strand of hair behind you ear, “You need some sleep, Love.”

You felt yourself lean into the boy’s touch. The small gesture probably looked innocent if anyone was watching but for you, it meant everything at the moment.

“‘m sorry, H.”

“Just get some rest.” Harrison smiled as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead before making sure you had gotten safe inside your flat.

Burying your face in Harrison’s hoodie, you felt tears start welling up in your eyes as the realisation hit you: You really didn’t deserve Harrison.

You hurt him by saying that he was just some stupid fuckboy when in reality he was a boy that loved his family and friends to death. Of course he was single and a good looking guy, so why the fuck would he not test his waters and have some fun?

You already knew the boy was incredibly smart after you first went over ideas for your short film. He spoke with so much passion about things he truly liked and it still amazed you to this day.

You didn’t deserve him because you were a total asshole for thinking the only thing Harrison cared about was himself when in reality he cared too much about the people that meant something to him. He had learned to ignore the negative comments from people he barely knew, but everyone he considered friends was still able to hurt him a lot more than he wished they could.

Tom knew how easily Harrison could be hurt when he told you to be careful with the boy. The blonde may look like he’s got a wall built around his heart, when in reality it was just a locked door with the key lying underneath the doormat - it took a bit more effort to get in but in the end all you had to do was lift the mat for him to trust you.

Rolling out of bed, you decided to wear the boy’s hoodie for a little while longer as you strolled into the kitchen to grab yourself a cup of tea. You settled down on the couch with Harrison’s papers in front of you as you prepared yourself for everything except for what was going to hit you in a few seconds.

Going over the first paper, your eyes immediately landed on the title of your possible project: The Art of Pretending

You still didn’t know what you were expecting when you read that title, but you already felt like someone was stabbing you repeatedly - mostly because you knew that you had mastered in that art.

*The Art of Pretending*

Narrator: We are introduced to the art of pretending at an early age. Most of us were scared of monsters underneath the bed, so what did our parents tell us?

Person 1 (Dad or Mum): Pretend that the monster isn’t there and it will go away.

Narrator: And the monster did go away. Most of us scraped their legs and arms while playing outside, and what did our parents tell us?

Person 1 (Dad or Mum): It’s nothing if you don’t look at it and pretend it doesn’t hurt.

Narrator: We end up going through kindergarten and school, pretending that the monsters underneath our bed aren’t real and that our scratches don’t hurt when in reality they did hurt. Of course, the monsters weren’t real, but no one tells the little boy or the little girl that not everything goes away if you pretend it isn’t there.

Narrator: We grow up to be teenagers, we pretend we don’t care about anything but ourselves because not caring is cool right? Your friends will think you’re amazing if you just keep saying you don’t give a shit right?

Person 2 (Teen): Pretend that you don’t care and people will think you’re super cool.

Narrator: We’re cool if we don’t care when in reality we care too much about what everyone thinks. We care what we look like, in fact, we care so much that we go to extremes to try and get to a point where we’re completely happy with ourselves. We care so much about pretending not to care that some of us end up losing themselves.

Narrator: When puberty hits, we’re told:

Person 3 (girl and boy at the same time): Pretend that they’re in love with you when they bully you.

Narrator: No one tells us that there is a big difference between friendly teasing someone and bullying someone. We’re being told to pretend like someone loves us when they harass us or just bully us when in reality they’re nothing but rude and deserve to be called out.

Narrator: We grow up as either the bullies because we were told that if you love someone, pretend to dislike them or we grow up as the victims who pretend like they’re okay when they’re not. We pretend that we’re not hurt by other people’s actions because we were told to pretend that we don’t care about anything and that the monster goes away if we pretend it isn’t there.

Person 4 (girl): I was told to pretend to be stupid so that guy I like thinks I’m cute and not superior to him.

Narrator: What is it with people telling you to pretend to be stupid so people will like you? Are we really going to pretend like any of that is okay to tell a teenager?

Person 5 (boy): I was told to pretend to care about her so she will open up to me.

Narrator: There is a lot of pretending and avoiding going on in our teens. We pretend we don’t see the things that are wrong with most of the things we’re being told. We pretend we’re okay when in reality, most of us are far from being okay. Most of us pretend to survive when in reality we’re barely doing so.

Narrator: Growing older means that you’re realising some stuff you were being told is stupid, some of us outgrow the bully phase, some of us outgrow the stop giving a shit phase, some of us outgrow the pretend to be stupid phase and some of us outgrow the pretend to care about them phase, but what all of us still keep holding on to is the

Person 1 (Dad or Mum): Pretend that the monster isn’t there and it will go away.

Narrator: We grow up thinking that ignoring our monsters or problems will make us happy in the end, when it fact, it ends up tearing some of us apart. We grow up ignoring our problems and our feelings when we should talk about them.

Person 6 (boy/girl): I pretend that I don’t love you, so it’s easier for me to pretend to not get hurt by any of your words.

Narrator: Why is it that a lot of us go through the world, the art of pretending mastered at an early age? Just because we were scared of the monsters underneath our bed? Just because we were to scared to look underneath the bed to see ourselves that there isn’t any monster for us to be scared of?

Narrator: What would’ve happened if we weren’t told to pretend like it doesn’t hurt when in fact, it hurts like hell? When all we want to do is cry and tell someone that we’re hurt and that we need someone to tell us that it’s going to be alright instead of being told that we should act like everything is okay?

Person 7 (little kid): I know there isn’t a monster underneath my bed because I looked.

Person 1 (Dad or Mum): It’s okay to cry if it hurts.

Person 2 (teen): I am cool and I care about what you say.

Person 3 (girl and boy): We know you’re not in love with us.

Person 4 (girl): I am smart and if you’re not cool with that then you don’t deserve me.

Person 5 (boy): I am sorry for pretending to care.

Person 6 (girl/boy): I love you.

*end credits*

By the time you reached the end, the tears didn’t stop falling from your eyes. On the one hand you were incredibly flashed by Harrison coming up with all of that himself and on the other hand, you felt incredibly attacked, because you were definitely one of the people who had mastered the art of pretending because it was easier to pretend that you didn’t feel something for Harrison.

It was easier to pretend that that stupid monster wasn’t lying underneath your bed, waiting to get you in your sleep instead of accepting that the boy had found his way into your heart and your dreams.

It was easier to pretend that you didn’t care about him than admitting that you cared about him - so fucking much, that it felt like everything you needed to be happy was to see him, to hear him and to feel him.

It was easier to pretend that you didn’t fall for Harrison - because then he wouldn’t be able to hurt you, like you hurt him.

A feeling of regret and hurt flooded your body as jumped up from your seat on the sofa. Running to your closet to put on some jeans and shoes, you realised you had no idea how to fix the two of you. Grabbing your phone and your keys, you still didn’t know how to fix any of this - because you were always being told to pretend you didn’t care, to pretend like it didn’t hurt when everything inside of you cared and hurt at the same time right now.

You were out of breath when you reached the boy’s flat. You didn’t know what you wanted to say to Harrison, all you knew was that you wanted to say something to Harrison, that you wanted to show him that you cared, that you were willing to stop pretending if he let you again.

You rang the doorbell only seconds before the door opened, revealing a hungover Tom and an overexcited Tessa.

“You look like shit.” You laughed as he groaned but greeted you with a hug anyway before welcoming you inside the living room.

“What are you doing here?” Tom mumbled as he let himself fall onto the couch.

“Is, uh, Harrison here?” You asked as your eyes noticed that the boy’s bedroom door was wide open.

“He’s out, lunch with his parents. Should be back soon though.” Tom shrugged as he placed a pillow over his face, “Feel free to stay.”

“You look like death, Thomas.” You laughed as you sat down on the armchair, Tessa placing herself next to your feet.

“Why are you even here? Thought you were done with Harrison?” Tom said as he lifted the pillow, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I-I’m stupid?”

“Tell me something new, (Y/N).” Tom scoffed, “Thought I told you to not hurt him.”

“I hate myself for hurting him. I didn’t realise that -”

“- that you love him.” Tom finished your sentence as your head shot up to look at the brunette who was currently displaying a grin on his face.

“No, I just-”

“You’re in love with him.” Tom repeated himself as he got up from his lying position to grin even more at you.

“I’m not in love with him,” You started as Tom raised an eyebrow and pointed to the boy’s hoodie you were still wearing, “yet.” You added in an almost silent whisper.

“You need to tell him.” Tom chuckled as he shook his head, “You’re both so fucking annoying, I swear. One of you realises jack shit until it’s too late and the other one spends his days sulking in his bedroom.”

“You think he wants to talk to me?” You carefully said, not knowing if you wanted to hear the answer to the question you just asked.

“Is water wet?”, Tom laughed, “He’d be the stupid one then if he doesn’t want to talk to you.”

You were interrupted by the front door opening and Tessa getting up from her place next to you. You were prepared for Harrison to walk through that front door, but you weren’t prepared for his family to join him. Harrison’s eyes widened when he saw you hesitantly getting up from your seat as Tom let out a laugh. A fucking laugh, this little shit.

Everything seemed to pass in slow motion before you felt arms being wrapped around your legs. You were too busy staring at Harrison to realise that his niece and nephew were with them as well. Eva had her arms wrapped around your legs as Charlotte was carrying Theo in her arms.

“(Y/N)! Uncle Harr said you can’t come to play today.” She smiled as she looked up at you. Wiping the tears from your eyes with one motion you picked her up to greet her.

“You should’ve joined us for lunch, Darling.” You heard Harrison’s mother say as reality seemed to kick in again and the realisation that Harrison hadn’t told his parents about your “break up”.

“I-I was busy with Uni stuff, I didn’t know it didn’t take as long as I imagine it to take.” You smiled as you were being pulled into a hug by the woman who had no idea about the situation you were in right now.

After greeting Harrison’s stepfather and Charlotte, you were standing helplessly in the room, Eva still refusing to leave your arms as she insisted on playing barbies with you.

“I can’t believe you bring kids over when I am hungover.” Tom groaned from the couch when he saw how helpless you looked.

“You can scream as loud as you want today,” You whispered in Eva’s ear as she started giggling, “Tom won’t mind, right?”

“What won’t I mind?” Tom mumbled as his eyes found yours - that’s for laughing at your situation, you little shit.

“Oh, Thomas, will there ever be a day we come here and you’re not hungover?” Phil laughed as Tom sent her an innocent smile.

“You’re just surprised I am hungover and Harrison isn’t.”

“That is very true, someone seems to be a great influence.” She smiled, looking at you as you felt the heat in your cheeks rise.

You hadn’t said a word to Harrison yet, and he hadn’t said a word to you, because he didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting you to be at his place when he walked through the door and he definitely wasn’t expecting you to still be wearing his hoodie.

Your hair was in a messy bun and you hadn’t put any make up on, and yet, Harrison was still blown away by you. How was it possible for him to still feel something for you after everything that happened? After not even speaking to you for four weeks?

“Anyone want a tea?” Tom asked as he got up from his place on the couch.

As much as the brunette enjoyed the awkward situation, he didn’t really want Harrison to blow his cover. He knew the two of you needed to talk and he knew that he was the only one who could distract Harrison’s family to give you at least a chance to fix things.

“Hey princess, how about Tom shows you where we keep your toys?” Harrison smiled as the girl in your arms nodded.

Letting the girl down, you looked at Harrison who nodded his head into the direction of his bedroom. He knew you needed to talk and you were desperate to tell Harrison why you were here. You felt your hands get sweaty as you followed the boy into his bedroom, you had no idea if this was going to make things worse or if it was going to fix some things, but you hoped that in the end he would at least know that you’re incredibly sorry.

“I-I read the script.” You smiled as you closed the door behind you, “Ended up a crying mess.” You chuckled as you sat down on the boy’s desk chair while he took a seat on his bed.

“Why are you here, (Y/N)?”

“I’m sorry for pretending that I don’t care about you.” You started.

“It’s ok-” Harrison spoke up before he was immediately interrupted by you.

“- wait, let me, uh, let me please say some stuff before you say anything, because I’m not sure if I’ll ever say it if I don’t say it now.” You said as you kept fidgeting with your fingers, unsure of how Harrison was going to react to what followed, “When I agreed to this I had this picture of you in my head, a-and I swore to myself that I wasn’t going to let myself get hurt by you. Turns out I’m the idiot who hurts you.”

Looking into the boy’s the first time since you had entered the bedroom, you saw him softly smile at you as you went on to tell him everything you wanted to tell him, “I don’t know why I don’t like to let people know how I feel about them, all I know is that I like to pretend to not give a shit when I care about you, so much.” You said as you felt a tear slip your eye.

“I really care a fucking lot about you, Harrison - and it scares the shit out of me, because I have this plan and fuck, you weren’t part of that plan two months ago, but all I can see in this plan right now is your goddamn face.” You whispered as Harrison let out a little chuckle.

“I guess, this is why I am here. To tell you that I am so incredibly sorry for what I said to you. I know you’re not the guy everyone says you are, because you’re so much more. Fuck, I don’t even deserve anything you told me back then, but I just want you to know that these feeling were never just one sided and that everything that happened wasn’t just nothing to me.” You smiled as you wiped away another tear.

“I- I feel like falling in love with you was so easy that I almost didn’t realise it. I always thought falling in love meant that you knew from the minute you met them that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them, but it wasn’t like that for us. I’m currently missing out on the best thing in my life because I didn’t know what falling for someone meant.” You added as you realised that you had finally accepted the monster underneath your bed as a pet you have grown to love.

Harrison didn’t know what to say, he was expecting a lot, but he wasn’t expecting you to tell him that. He was going to speak up just as the door to his bedroom opened and a little girl came running towards you, grabbing your hand.

“You said you’d play with me!” Eva smiled as she pulled on your hand, telling you to follow her.

As you were being pulled out to the living room, you felt yourself looking back at Harrison who was already looking at you, a smile on his face, silently telling you that the two of you would be okay, that he had heard your words.

Sitting down next to Eva, Charlotte came over to sit down next to you which revived Theo’s interest in you as he kept wiggling in the girl’s arms until she handed him over to you.

When Harrison walked out of his bedroom after he kept repeating the words you had said to him, he was met by the sight of you one handedly playing barbies with his niece as his nephew was carefully placed in your lap with your other arm wrapped around him.

Seeing you like that, he couldn’t help himself but imagine you with your own kids, his own kids, which seemed so surreal to him because he had never thought about any kids at all and yet, you still seemed to blow him away with everything you were doing.

Seeing you like that he couldn’t help himself but fall in love with you even more, so he sat down behind you and pulled you into his chest as if he was scared to ever let you go again, as if his life depended on it.

“Hey Beautiful.” He smiled as he placed a soft kiss on the back of your head.

A/N: I was thinking a long time about letting this fic end here, and what can I say, I am incredibly happy with the ending right now. There will definitely be an Epilogue, but as far as their story goes, I really don’t want to add anything else.

I hope you guys liked it and feedback would be appreciated as always.

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j0ebay · 6 years ago

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Ooh could you do #8 from fake dating with Harrison?

“if i have to hear another ‘y tu novio?’ at a family function, i’ll lose my mind.”

(I can’t speak Spanish so I had to google translate this and I’m not necessarily POC so this is gonna be something…)

It had all started when your younger cousin was learning Spanish.

“y tu novio, (Y/N)?”. You eventually learned it meant ‘and your boyfriend?’ and was not happy. You always were a source of disappointment when it came to your dating life. Which is why you were here.

You knock on Harrison’s door and he opens up fairly quickly.

“(Y/N)?” He asks in shock.

“What’s going on? What are you doing here?”You let out a heavy sigh.

“I have a problem.”

Immediately, Haz beckons for you to come inside.

“Sit, love. I’ll make tea.”

You smile, sadly as he sits next to you.

“What’s going on, darling?”

You let out a small chuckle.

“I appreciate all the pet names but I have a favor I need to ask of you.”

His eyebrows raise, signaling for you to continue.

“I hate asking this but, would you mind being my fake boyfriend for this family thing I have coming up next week? I mean, it’s totally cool if you can’t. I was just thinking ‘cause you’re cute and funny and good with kids, there’s kids there by the way and-”

“(Y/N) you’re rambling”.

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Sorry.” You awkwardly say.

“Hey,” he says, putting his thumb and index finger on your chin, bringing your head up to meet his gaze.

“I’ll go with you.” He says softly.

In the heat of the moment, you both lean in until there was no space in between you anymore. He pulls away and mumbles

“But only if I can go as your real boyfriend.”

You smile

“Deal”

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A Beautiful Lie | Day 3

Prompt: Fake dating au

Summary: During a live interview Tom reveals that he has a girlfriend. When he pleads you for help, you jump in to be his fake girlfriend for a while. But no one of you realizes how grave of an impact his beautiful little lie will have.

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: swearing, horrible writing

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

A/N: Okay so first of all, yes I am not dead! I know I have been absent for more than a while and haven’t updated this story in what feels like forever. I am so sorry! Hoewever, I feel like I owe you an explanation.

There were a lot of things happening in my life, which I can’t talk about yet. To make up for it this chapter is extra long!

I hope you forgive me and I hope you enjoy!

This is for @underoossss writing challenge.

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You stared after Tom for a while before turning your attention elsewhere. The doors leading to the main area where the show would take place were still closed so you couldn’t get to your seat just yet. Sighing you took out your phone, hoping that the time would fly by so you wouldn’t have to be alone for long.

You leaned against the wall and scrolled through your messages. There were a few from Haz, Harry and Elysia asking how the Oscars were going so far. But then there was also one from Jacob, congratulating you and Tom.

For a second you wondered how he already knew, but Zendaya had probably already texted him the news. You quickly answered all of them, leaving Jacobs message unreplied. You felt guilty.

You put your phone back into your purse and realized someone was making their way over to you. Glancing up you saw a young man with dark hair and sparkling eyes casually walking into your direction.

“Hey, gorgeus”, he smirked when he reached you and you huffed. “From all the things you could have said you chose that?”

You grimaced and he laughed. “Sorry, I just can’t help myself around such a beautiful lady.”

You blushed at his words and he gave you a satisfied grin. “Uh- I’m actually here with someone”, you explained, not daring to look at him. “He is one of the presenters this evening.”

You peeked into his direction to see the man still smiling at you. “I should have known that you are already taken”, he commented, but his smile had grown warmer and friendly.

“I’m Nate!” He held out his hand and you eyed it for a second before shaking it. “(Y/n).”

“I came over, because you look a little lost. Why are you here all alone?”

You fiddled with the hem of your dress before putting back on your dull smile. “As I said my boyfriend”, the words felt weird on your tongue, “is one of the presenters this evening. There are still some organizational matters for him to take care of.”

The man, Nate, nodded in understanding. “What about you? Aren’t you here with someone?”, you asked, hoping to not have to talk about yourself anymore.

Nate cringed at your question before laughing it off. “Well, my date jumped me yesterday so that kind of sucked.”

You couldn’t help but break into laughter. “Why would she do that?! It’s the Oscars”, you wondered then. “Turns out she was using me just for the fame and now found someone better to play with.”

You clenched your jaw and although Nate seemed to be completely loose talking about it, you still felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

For one, because you felt sorry for him, but then you also couldn’t help but project his words onto your and Toms situation.

Was he just using you for fame? Were you only something that brought him into the headlines for a while, before he decided that he had found something better and moved on?

But no, that couldn’t be. It was Tom you were talking about. He wouldn’t use you nor anybody like this.

But somewhere deep inside of you doubts were nibbling on you. Harrison’s words had planted an idea into you; something he might not even realized he had done.

“Okay I know it sounds bad, but you don’t have to feel bad for me”, Nate’s voice woke you out of your thoughts and you quickly put on your smile again.

“Sorry, I just-”, you didn’t finish. “Went somewhere else?”, he finished and you nodded in gratefulness that he seemed to understand.

“Sorry!” You felt a little embarrassed about it, but Nate quickly shook his head. “Don’t be.”

You talked to him until the doors opened a good few hours later. You found out that he was actually very funny, a little sarcastic, but what completely took you by surprise was that he seemed to have a deep side as well.

He knew that something was off, but didn’t ask any further and instead tried to distract you for a while.

You had even exchanged numbers.

“C’mere!”

A familiar voice caught your attention and you spun around to find Zendaya petting an empty seat next to her.

Relieved that you had found her this easily you slid into the seat next to her and exhaled.

“Thank god! I already thought I would never find you and have to sit alone.”

Zendaya grinned in amusement before starting to poke your arm. “Hey, I wouldn’t have let that happen! I might would have even called out for you on stage to make sure we find each other!”

You laughed and watched the people passing by, hoping to make out Tom somewhere.

You hadn’t seen him since your conversation with Zendaya earlier and you feared that you wouldn’t see him again before his presentation started.

“Searching for your lover boy?”, Zendaya teased and you giggled.

“I just wanted to wish him good luck, that’s all”, you muttered, a little disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to do it.

“I am sure Tom will forgive you”, Zendaya joked and you nodded, knowing that Tom wouldn’t be mad at you.

“But since you already started the topic.” You turned your head to meet Zendayas cheeky grin. “I wanna know everything!”

“Okay, so I think you have to be a little more specific!”, you commented and she laughed.

“Is Tom a good kisser?”

You broke into a fit of coughing at her direct question and Zendaya broke into loud laughter. “I suppose that’s a yes?”, she giggled and you shook your head in playful annoyance.

“No comment”, you smirked and leaned back in your seat. It was nice talking to Zendaya. She could always make you laugh and didn’t seem tensed about the situation.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t terrified of her questions. How should you answer the question when you had never kissed Tom?

“Have you done that yet?”

“Done what?” You frowned, trying to figure out what she meant when suddenly you realized what she was talking about.

“Oh my god Zendaya! I’m not gonna talk about this to you!”

The girl didn’t seem to mind your rejection and laughed even more.

“I can’t believe you and Tom are a thing”, she suddenly said in a more serious tone.

“Really? W-why?”, you stuttered, now insecure when Z got serious.

“I don’t know to be honest. I guess it makes sense considering how close you always were, but I can’t believe Tom kept his mouth shut.”

“I guess he didn’t have a choice or else he wouldn’t be breathing right now”, you shrugged, but Zendaya didn’t react to your joke.

“So you were the one, who wanted to keep it a secret?

You gulped, hoping that the show would start any minute and release you from this situation.

“No, no, we both wanted that”, you protested and Z turned her head to you.

“I get that you didn’t want people to know. Trust me, I really do, I just wish you would have told me before all of this chaos started.”

Your guilt was heavy, but at the same time you hadn’t been able to tell her any sooner. A part of you wanted to tell her the truth, but you had made Tom a promise.

If you started to tell more people you wouldn’t be able to stop. “Where do we draw the line?”, Tom had asked and so you had agreed with him.

But right now, looking into Zendayas disappointed chocolate brown eyes made you fill with blame.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered and you hoped that she could see how true it was.

“We should have thought about you too.”

But the girl already wore a smile again, patting your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I know how love can be sometimes. It makes blind.”

You gave her a grateful smile when suddenly the light was dimed and the show started.

It all went by in a rush. Too many impressions were overwhelming you, but although your head had started to hurt, you felt happy. Sitting next to Zendaya made you forget about everything around you for a while.

All the press and fans that would be going wild about you and Tom were out of your mind and you just concentrated on having a good time.

Eventually it was Toms turn. You knew that he was beyond nervous about his presentation, but he covered it up perfectly- just like you had expected.

Seeing him on the big stage suddenly didn’t scare you anymore, but instead you felt unbelievably proud.

You could still remember when Tom had first told you about his dream of becoming an actor. It wasn’t uncommon for kids to have such imaginations, but with him it had been different.

You had always known that it wasn’t just a phase. Tom wanted this and if he had set his mind on doing something, there wasn’t anything or anyone that could stop him from fulfilling his passion.

Tom had talent and finally people had witnessed how special he was. And somehow you were still here, by his side in all of this.

You knew that people were talking. How Tom would dump you and Haz sooner or later and choose more famous people to hang out with instead, but you couldn’t imagine it happening ever.

Tom was too smart and too kind-hearted to lose himself in fame. He didn’t care much about money nor fame. All he wanted was to act, the one thing that seemed to make him genuinely happy.

Applause erupted and you joined in, wearing the biggest smile while watching Tom leave the stage with a smile himself.

You glanced towards Zendaya to see her watching you with a smirk. “What?” “Nothing”, she shrugged it off.

You were making your way out of the hall along with a crowd of other celebrities. The show had just ended and you were hoping to find Tom somewhere.

Searching the crowd you tried to make out his figure, but had no luck. So you searched for an empty corner to wait for him.

“Here you are!”

You glanced up from your phone to meet Tom’s relieved eyes. “I just wanted to call you”, you explained while putting your phone back into your purse.

“Sorry, I had to clarify some things backstage, but now I am ready.” You nodded before reaching out to hug him.

He was confused at first, but quickly pulled you closer into his chest. “I am so proud of you”, you whispered into his shoulder, but it was loud enough for Tom to hear it.

You felt his lips curving up into a smile before he stepped back to get a look on your face. “Thank you. That means a lot to me”, he whispered. “I hope you know that.”

You smiled, nodding while your eyes didn’t leave his. For a moment you had forgotten about your surroundings, only you and Tom being important right now. “I do.”

He smiled as well and you felt how vulnerable the moment was that you were sharing. You had missed this, just being with Tom without caring about anything else. And as much you loved teasing and joking around with him, you needed these moments as well.

Moments when you and Tom were honest with each other. It reminded you that you could tell him everything, even your deepest feelings, and he would make it his mission to help you.

It was just who he was.

“About earlier”, Tom started and you knew the moment was over. You glanced to the ground, fiddling with your hands. “I don’t blame you for this Tom”, you interjected before he could say anything.

“Why? You should do it. This is all my fault!”

You sighed again, before reaching out to take his hand into yours.��“C’mon, that doesn’t matter now. Zendaya isn’t mad at us and the reporters will eventually focus on a different topic.”

Tom nodded, but a frown was still covering his face. “I guess you’re right”, he stated and you grinned.

“Besides, it will allow us to spend more time together without being suspicious.”

Tom laughed at that and you were glad to relief some tension. “Now let’s go back to the hotel”, you suggested.

“You don’t want to go to the after party?”, Tom questioned and you shook your head.

“I am hella tired, aren’t you?”

“Fair point”, Tom remarked and chuckling you made your way to the entrance.

The ride to the hotel hadn’t been easy, but eventually you had arrived. You had just put on some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt when Tom returned from signing a few more autographs.

“I can’t believe they waited all this time for a signature”, he chuckled while beginning to change.

“Well I can”, you smirked, continuing to rub the make-up off your face.

“Yeah?”, Tom replied and you tried your best not to gaze into his direction. “If you didn’t know me, would you be standing out there too?”, he asked with a grin and you snorted.

“Totally!” You both laughed at the sarcasm in your voice. “I would be your biggest fan, Holland”, you added and he chuckled.

“How come I can imagine that so easily?”, he smirked and you huffed. “Oh shut up! Just because you delivered a not so terrible speech today doesn’t mean you’re irresistible.”

You turned to find Tom already in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt lying on the bed while scrolling through his phone.

“Trust me, I know you can’t resist me”, he grinned and you rolled your eyes, but not without being able to stop a smile from forming on your lips.

“You wish”, you chuckled while awkwardly walking over to the bed, stopping in front of it in uncertainty.

Tom didn’t seem to notice at first, but then he looked up with a questioning look on his face.

“Is there anything you need?”, he asked while raising his brow.

“Yeah the bed so make some space.”

“Oh.” Tom quickly moved to the side, putting his phone on the nightstand.

“I could sleep in the armchair”, he suggested, but you shook your head. “There is enough space for the both of us”, you explained, still a little unsure about the situation.

It wasn’t like you and Tom hadn’t slept in the same bed before, but that had been years ago. While getting older you had become more aware and insecure of the situation and build walls around yourself.

But at night when you were sleeping, you were completely vulnerable. And you didn’t want to make this awkward for any of you.

Keep it simple.

“Are you sure?”, Tom wondered, visibly insecure himself. “Yeah, it’s no problem. Just don’t steal my blanket”, you tried to loosen up the tension a little.

“I will give my best”, he winked while getting comfortable. You did the same and soon Tom had switched out the light.

You woke up to the light flooding your room. Tom was still asleep next to you so you reached for your phone.

8:30

Yawning you checked your messages and social media. But all tiredness vanished when you saw the hundreds and thousands of messages and followers you had reached.

Zendaya had uploaded the photo of last night and you had to admit it looked pretty adorable.

The comments were filled with hearts and cute messages and your mood brightened up immediately while reading all the positive messages.

The people really seemed to be happy for you.

“What are you looking at?”

Tom’s voice woke you out of your thoughts. He had turned around, watching you with tired but attentive eyes.

“Social media. The people really seem to like us together”, you explained, grinning when you mustered Tom’s curls falling messy into his face.

He looked so much younger like this.

“See, I told you they would.” He had never said something like it, but you ignored that and just smiled.

“What’s the plan for today?”, you asked instead.

Tom yawned, burying his face in his pillow. “Nothing to be honest. Just relaxing”, he murmured and it took all your attention to understand his muffled voice.

“That sounds lovely”, you smiled, really looking forward to a day off.

“Tell me something I don’t know”, Tom smiled and you rolled your eyes.

Later you found yourself at the couch, scrolling through your phone again. All the comments begged for you to be seen and you couldn’t force yourself to stop reading.

“Can’t get enough of all the love?”, Tom teased you from across the room. “Ha ha”, you commented, not looking up from the screen.

“Unlike you I don’t get compliments 24/7″, you defended yourself.

It was silent for a second until you gazed up to see Tom sitting down facing you.

He hadn’t been able to unhear that you were bothered about it.

“Is that hard?”, he asked and you raised your brows. “What exactly?”

Tom cleared his throat. “I mean it somehow has become normal for me to look at my phone and see tons of compliments and lovely messages. Does it bother you that you don’t?”

You would have liked to smack him for that question, but his voice told you that he wasn’t intending to hurt you nor make you look small. He actually seemed to care about your thoughts and feelings towards the situation.

“Of course not!”, you called out, but Tom raised his brow.

A look that urged you to tell him the truth.

“Okay fine”, you sighed.

“Sometimes it might be a bit difficult to see one person get tons of love and attention while being invisible. I mean, I am happy for you and you deserve everything of that, but at times it makes one feel less of a person, like you are better than me.

When I am depressed I can’t just scroll through my phone and see all the love of people that care about me. I will just sit at home and stare at a black screen.”

You didn’t know where your emotional outburst came from, but suddenly everything you had always kept to yourself came to the surface.

Talking to Tom just had that effect on you. He always gave you a reason to tell him your deepest feelings and you knew that you could trust him more than anything.

But now, when Tom was asking this question you just felt bad. You had never wanted to say those things out loud, especially not to him, but now it was too late.

But at the same time you felt like a small burden was falling from your shoulders. All this time you were feeling like you lived in Tom’s shadow and although you were fine with it most of the time, sometimes you struggled to accept it.

How should you learn to love yourself when you were always in the dark? When your two best friends gained all the attention and you were standing in the back as if you didn’t know them?

It was silent. You had put your phone away and were facing Tom, who seemed deep in thought. He was being completely serious and you could see on his face that he was surprised by your words.

“I’m so sorry. I should have asked this way sooner, but I never really paid attention to how you felt with me being famous.”

Tom’s voice was soft and like a warm embrace. “Don’t!”, you protested while rapidly shaking your head. “Don’t feel guilty. None of this is your fault!”

Tom smiled a little, but still seemed sad. “I just wish I would have known this sooner”, he sighed.

“I should have come to the conclusion that it isn’t easy for you, but I guess I just wanted it to be easy and ignored it.”

“Tom!”, you demanded for him to stop and he stilled.

“Don’t do this to yourself! You deserve this more than anyone. I am unbelievably grateful that people see how amazing you are and show you how much love you deserve. It makes me so happy to see that people finally recognize you for all what you are.”

Tom’s eyes didn’t leave yours while you spoke and you could feel the nervousness kicking in.

Butterflies were erupting in your stomach and you did your best not to stumble over your own words.

“Thank you”, he smiled and you nodded with a smile yourself.

“You don’t have to thank me, Tom. That’s what friends are for, right?”

Tom shifted, but didn’t move away from you.

“Right.”

You smiled at him once more before trying to reach for your phone, when you suddenly heared his voice again.

“But I wanna say something too.”

You looked back at him with an amused smile on your face.

“Go for it, Holland”, you encouraged him with a smirk, but Tom’s calmness told you that he was still being serious.

So you gave up your playfulness and waited for him to continue with a serious expression.

“I want you to know that, (Y/n), you’re not invisible. You are all I’m looking for when I enter a room and everything I could ever ask for. I don’t know why you’re still here or how I got you to be my friend, but please know that I am really grateful for that.”

You felt a lump in your throat and gulped to cover up how touched you were by his words.

“I care about you! So whenever you’re depressed you text me, okay? I don’t want you to be alone and feel less worthy of love. You deserve so much more than that!”

Tom was watching you with sharp eyes, waiting for you to make him the promise.

His words felt like a cure and poison at the same time.

They seemed to make up for every moment you had spend wondering why no one seemed to be interested in you and if you were less beautiful or smart or funny than Harrison and Tom.

But simultaneously they reminded you that Tom couldn’t keep his promise. As much as he might want to, it wasn’t possible.

You remembered when you had one of the worst days imaginable. Coming home you had broken down in tears and spend the rest of the evening crying until you eventually fell asleep. But through those tears you had called Tom multiple times and send him messages.

And you could still remember his only message.

Sry, but I’m busy. Call you back later.

Not only had you found out that he had been out partying with Harrison, but also he had never called you back.

He had never asked you about the evening again, so you had just dropped it.

Or the other little moments when you had needed him and he had been unavailable; in an interview, filming, on press tour. It was always the same.

But right now that didn’t matter. Bringing it up would only make Tom feel bad about something he couldn’t control.

Well, except for the partying.

So you nodded.

He gave his best, so you should do too.

Besides, his words gave you weak knees. He cared about you. You are all I’m looking for when I enter a room and everything I could ever ask for.

Only a few words and your mind was going wild. Maybe he felt the same, maybe he was in love with you too.

The hope that you so desperately tried to ignore grew and you began imagining what could happen next.

Maybe he would kiss you.

“Thank you”, you smiled, tears in your eyes.

“You don’t have to thank me. That’s what friends are for, right?”

His words felt like a punch in the stomach. Although he was only repeating you without any bad intentions, it felt like a slap.

You were brought back to reality. He wouldn’t kiss you. Why should he? You were just a friend to him.

Before he could sense the impact his words had on you, you forced a smile on your lips and reached for your phone.

Your mind was numb, while you scrolled through social media.

You didn’t read any of the messages, was your mind too distracted to deal with the sudden rejection.

But you feared that if you stopped acting like you were distracted, Tom could talk to you again.

And right now his presence felt more like a burden than a gift.

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Chapter 2

Summary: A fun night in Atlanta forces the reader into a fake relationship with celebrity Tom Holland in order to save both of their careers.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, entirely made up by me for me. I don’t necessarily condone the behavior in this fic, nor do I actually know Tom, Harrison, or the other real-life people who feature in it. Because of this, they might not always act like themselves based on what we know about them.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Word count: 4224

Author’s Note: Sorry that this chapter took forever! I’m trying to work on the fic when I can, but I really don’t have much inspiration right now, and I start a new semester in two weeks, so I may continue posting infrequently. This chapter has a lot of dialogue/ is long winded, but it’s necessary for the foundations, I swear. I promise it’ll get more exciting. With that, I hope you all enjoy this! As usual, let me know what you think--feedback is incredibly motivating to us writers!

Y/N–Your Name

Your day at work was terrible, and not just because you had almost gotten fired. Both coworkers you knew and coworkers hadn’t yet met--plus the other four interns--all came up to you and asked about the photos. You found yourself lying over and over again. It was your boyfriend. Yes, you were drunk, but it was your boyfriend. Inevitably, the question came up of why you’d kept him secret, as famous as he was. All you said was, “We just wanted to keep it private.” Everyone seemed to accept the answer, for the moment.

On your lunch break you furiously googled the boy you’d claimed was your boyfriend.

Damn, was he famous. Really famous. A knot of anxiety buried itself in your gut. He’d been in several movies, of course, including the Avengers and Spider-Man. He had several more movies slated for release in the next couple of years. He was everywhere, especially now with the paparazzi photos.

You were an idiot. Worse than an idiot. Of all the boys in all the bars in Atlanta, you had to get drunk and make out with a stranger who happened to be incredibly famous. You groaned in frustration for the thousandth time that day and thumped your head on the table in the break room. You were alone, thankfully. You would have gone out for lunch but you couldn’t stand to see anyone else that may or may not recognize you.

You idly checked Instagram to see what damage had been done. You had a bunch of direct messages from people you knew and random Tom Holland fan accounts. There was one, however, that caught your eye.

It was a verified account named @hazosterfield. You went to his page and recognized him as Tom’s friend from the bar. Harrison was his name. He had photos of himself and Tom, including one from last night.

You grudgingly opened the message to see that same paparazzi photo staring back at you.

@hazosterfield: Is this you?

You groaned again. @yourusername: Unfortunately.

You could think of nothing else to say. You thought maybe you should apologize. But you were better off saving that message for Tom, you supposed.

The reply came almost instantly, as if he’d been waiting. @hazosterfield: I’m a friend of Tom’s, and his personal assistant. He’d like to meet with you at your earliest convenience.

You grimaced. Fair enough. @yourusername: I’m at work until 4:30.

@hazosterfield: Shall we meet after that then? Name the place and we’ll be there.

You raised your eyebrows at the we part but sent a location anyways. It was a small coffee shop close by that you could be at as soon as you got off. Harrison agreed to meet there.

You put your phone away and sighed. It had been a long day already, and it was only halfway over.

For the next several hours, you agonized over what your meeting with Tom would be like. You practiced a little speech in your head apologizing, telling him you were stupid. But you also wanted to ask him why he’d said that you were his girlfriend. You figured it was for the same reasons you had said the same thing to your own boss--to cover his ass.

And what were you going to do when he told you, inevitably, that it was a mistake? When you had to admit to your boss that you’d lied? When you lost your internship because of it?

Everything was ruined.

Time came to leave and you bolted for the door. You felt an overwhelming need to throw up as you left the building and headed for the coffee shop. You managed to tamp it down. Take it minute by minute, you firmly told yourself. Just breathe.

The little cafe was stuffily warm as you stepped inside. There was a hint of air conditioning, lost somewhere under the scent of coffee. You scanned the restaurant for the two boys. It took you a second to recognize them. You saw Harrison first, his dirty blonde head alert and watching out the window. Tom, beside him, was wearing a baseball hat, his shoulders hunched.

You headed to their corner table, feet suddenly made of iron.

“Uh, hi,” you said when neither noticed you. Both of their heads snapped up.

“Y/N, yeah?” Harrison said. He gestured to the empty seat beside himself, across from Tom. “I’m Harrison.”

“We met...briefly,” you said. Your cheeks already kindled small flames of embarrassment as you sat down. “Hello again, Tom.”

He finally met your eyes. He looked stricken.

“Listen, I’m really sorry--” he started, interrupting whatever it was that Harrison had been about to say. “I’m such a fuck up, I’m sorry. I didn’t think, I was just trying not to tank my career. I’m sorry.”

You made a complicated face at the table. “It’s alright, it’s not like it was entirely your fault. We’re both pretty...intimate in that picture. And I definitely had had too much to drink. I’m sorry. I--I lied and told my boss today that you were my boyfriend, too. I didn’t want to get fired, either, I--” You stopped and swallowed. Your stomach was in knots.

Tom flinched. “I’m so sorry I put your job on the line, I should have been more careful. I’ll--you don’t ever have to see me again, I’ll tell them we broke up. We’ll just...we’ll take care of it.”

He’s kind of cute when he’s flustered, you thought distractedly. Your mind slowly processed his words. If he told everyone that the two of you broke up, it would be obvious it was a lie. Especially after the first and only proof of your “relationship” was taken while you were drunkenly hooking up. And if the world knew your relationship was a fake, your boss would no doubt figure it out. No, that wouldn’t do at all.

“Why don’t we pretend to date?” The words were out of your mouth before you had finished thinking them through.

Tom’s face went slack with shock. Harrison’s blue eyes narrowed as he met your gaze.

Harrison opened his mouth, then hesitated. “Why?” he asked simply. “What’s in it for you? I just have to tell you, if it’s all just some long con for fame, there are better ways of going about this.” His words were blunt. Practical.

Heat flared in your cheeks.

“Harrison,” Tom admonished. He turned back to you. “You don’t have to--”

A little bit of anger seeped into your words as you said, “You think I would want to do this? I didn’t even know who Tom was last night! This is fucking up my life, too, you know.”

Harrison raised his hands in surrender. “Look--I think it could work. He’s my best mate, is all. I’m only trying to look out for him.”

“I think it’s the only solution,” you said tightly, trying to tamp down the anger. “It’ll look suspicious if we just ‘break it off’ now. There’s only one photo of us together in existence, after all.”

“It could work,” Harrison murmured thoughtfully. “Make it look genuine for long enough to be believable, then break it off.”

“What?” Tom said incredulously. “What are you saying?”

You ignored him and spoke directly to Harrison. “How long for it to be believable, do you think? A couple of months?”

Harrison considered the question for a moment. “That should work. When are we set to wrap, Tom? September?”

“Yeah, but--you can’t seriously be considering this, mate. I know I fucked up, but--”

You interrupted him. “I know it’s not the ideal situation, but...I’ll get fired if they find out that you were some random stranger. This internship will determine my life. And you can’t deny that it’ll hurt your career to have been caught hooking up with a stranger, right, Spider-Man?”

Tom looked between you and Harrison and back again. His expression was bewildered. “This is crazy...I don’t--”

“Mate,” Harrison said softly. A quiet conversation passed between them.

After an agonizingly long pause, Tom murmured, “Yeah, alright.”

Some of the tension in your stomach eased.

“Tom,” Harrison said under his breath. “To your right.”

You and Tom both looked. There was a man holding his phone in a way that made it obvious that he was taking a picture. You immediately flushed, while Tom set his jaw.

“We should go,” Tom said carefully. “We can take this back to my house.”

He and Harrison stood, but you hesitated. “I don’t--”

“You two should go over the specifics of...this,” Harrison interjected. “But we should go,” he said, the words carefully weighted.

You finally nodded and followed them outside. The man had disappeared. Would more pictures of you be circulating on the Internet? Maybe you had been too hasty in suggesting a fake relationship. The same sick feeling that had been in your stomach all day worsened.

“Where’d you park?” Tom asked. “I can ride with you. Give you directions. Harrison can take the Audi.”

You tried not to get hung up on the word Audi. “Um--just down the block.”

Before you knew it, Spider-Man was in the passenger seat of your car, directing you through traffic and out to the suburbs. More than fifteen minutes passed in relative silence. Your palms were slick with sweat. You were trying not to think, but you couldn’t help it. Had you really suggested fake dating one of the most visible celebrities in the world? Had he really agreed? You knew, logically, that it made sense. You wouldn’t be fired, his career wouldn’t tank. You couldn’t back out, not if it meant losing your internship. You’d worked too hard for a drunken mistake to mess it all up.

“Where are you from?” you asked him curiously, mostly to fill the silence.

“You know where I’m from,” he said, but it didn’t sound cocky--just confused.

“Um, no. I don’t, actually. I’m assuming England, but…”

“You didn’t look me up?” The confusion in his voice doubled.

“Just the general how-famous-are-you-really Google search,” you admitted.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him open and then close his mouth, eyebrows drawn together. “I’m from London. Well, a town called Kingston near London.”

“Oh,” you said, pretty sure that you’d seen that on Google. “I’m from Atlanta.”

You caught the edge of his grin.

“Maybe we could have some pizza delivered,” Tom suggested as you turned into his neighborhood some minutes later. It was secluded, each house set back from the others just enough for it to feel private. Perfect for a celebrity. “On me, of course.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure.”

“What do you like?” His voice was uncertain. “It’s the next right.” He pointed. Sure enough, you saw an Audi pulling into a driveway. You assumed it was Harrison in the Audi that was mentioned earlier.

“I don’t really mind what we get, as long as it isn’t anything weird,” you said as you turned into the same driveway.

“What counts as weird?”

“Pineapple, anchovies, olives. Besides that, anything is fine.” You shrugged.

“You don’t like pineapple on pizza?” Tom asked incredulously. He shook his head. “I never understood the hatred everyone has for it.”

You cracked a smile. “Because it’s wrong.”

As he climbed out of your car, you took a look at his house. It was pretty big, especially for only the two of them staying there. You blinked in surprise. In over your head didn’t even begin to cover it. Why had you suggested doing this? Fake dating a celebrity would be hard, you supposed. Were you ready to be in the spotlight--more than you already were, that is? All for this internship? Would it be worth it?

You decided that you had to at least try. If you could pretend to date him for the rest of the summer, you could keep your spot in the internship. And as long as you weren’t too much in the spotlight--at least, not for the same reasons you were from the night before--everything would be fine. Wouldn’t it?

Thoughts and scenarios and What if?s swirled in your mind as you stepped out of the car.

“You coming?” Tom called, already at the front steps. You shook off the feeling and followed him inside, where Harrison was already waiting. This was really happening. You were going into Spider-Man’s house.

The inside looked just as nice as the outside. It was all open, the living room in the front of the house, leading to a set of stairs and to the dining room and kitchen. You thought you glimpsed a pool through the glass back doors.

“Have a seat, love,” Tom said, gesturing to the couch where Harrison was already sprawled.

You sat on the edge of the cushion. Your palms were sweaty. You watched as the two boys bickered over which pizza place to order from and what to order. As Tom nudged off his shoes and kicked Harrison out of his way with one foot.

The argument went on past five minutes. Your stomach let out a growl. You hadn’t eaten much for lunch.

“How about I choose where to get the pizza?” you finally said to them. “Since I’m a local, after all.”

They both went quiet.

Tom let out a short laugh. “Alright then, where should we order from?”

You told them the name of your favorite pizza place. Tom pulled it up on his phone and placed the order before the three of you fell into silence. What have I gotten myself into? you thought yet again.

Harrison looked between the two of you. “Perhaps we should…” He trailed off. “Go over specifics.”

Tom looked away from you. His jaw worked for a moment before he said, “I don’t--understand why this has to be done.”

You pressed your lips together. “I--I think it’s the least suspicious route,” you said honestly. “Don’t you think? There’s only the one picture. That’s not a relationship. People have never seen or heard of me before in relation to you. And if we just broke up…”

“It’d look fake,” Tom finished flatly. He sighed and looked at Harrison, who shrugged. They said something to each other silently, in the way of close friends.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tom finally asked you. “It’s--I can deal with this. I don’t want you to have to deal with the paparazzi, with the...fallout.”

“It seems like the only option,” you said. “We both have bigger things on the line here to let one drunken mistake ruin it.”

An unknown emotion crossed Tom’s face but was gone before you could name it. “If you ever want to back out, let me know,” he said. “At any time. Got it?”

You nodded. “Same to you. You’re the one with more to lose.”

He grimaced. “Don’t remind me. The first, most important thing I think we should talk about is, I guess, how to go public? The spotlight can be tough, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But first,” he said as he stood. “Beer or water? That’s all we have.”

“A water is fine.”

The doorbell rang soon after. Harrison got up quickly. He held his hand out to Tom, who unblinkingly pulled out his wallet. Tom disappeared towards the kitchen as Harrison went to get the pizza.

Harrison’s voice could be heard from the front door. He returned momentarily with three pizzas.

You’d thought about Tom’s question on going public. “On how to go public...well, you’ve technically confirmed that we’re dating, on that radio interview.” Tom grimaced again as he sat on the couch.

“Right, of course. We don’t have to confirm anything else yet,” he hurried to say. “But, ah...there’s the premiere in LA next week for the Avengers....”

The words took a moment to sink in, then hit you all at once. If you were his fake girlfriend, you would have to attend the premiere. Right? But you didn’t have much money. Definitely not enough for a plane ticket. Your hands started to tremble again. You tucked them into your lap.

“I can’t...I can’t afford to fly to LA right now,” you said tightly. You hated admitting it, but it was true.

Tom’s face went blank for a moment. “I--No, you don’t have to pay for anything, yeah? I’ll handle all of it, if you go.” His cheekbones were pink.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you said but Tom started shaking his head before you were finished speaking.

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

“I guess…” you said slowly, “that we could use the premiere to confirm it, then? Because, if I’m your girlfriend, I should go. Right?”

Both boys nodded. “But if you don’t want to--” Tom started as he reached for a pizza box.

“If I didn’t do everything I didn’t want to do,” you interrupted him, “then no one would be able to believe that this is real. We have to do things together. To prove it.” You said it more to convince yourself than to convince him.

The tips of his ears turned pink. “Right. You don’t have to worry about anything for the premiere, though, alright? I’ll pay for everything. You should find a dress, and shoes. I’ll hire someone for hair and makeup, too, unless you want to do that yourself?”

Were you going into shock? You thought that maybe you were. Your brain and body went on autopilot. “Yeah, I’ll--I’ll find a dress this weekend, or something.”

“You should come to set, too,” Harrison noted. “Get introduced to everyone.”

Your mouth went dry. “Okay,” you said, but it came out a bit like a squeak. “I have work four days a week, but on Friday I could…?”

“Friday is perfect,” Harrison said. He nudged Tom, who nodded. His phone started buzzing. “I’ve got to take this. I’ll be back.” He took a slice of pizza with him.

You peered at Tom, who was busy studying his beer, seemingly lost in thought. He took a sip.

“Maybe we should talk about being in public,” you said a bit hesitantly.

Tom glanced up at you. “What about it? Paparazzi are everywhere in Atlanta now,” he said a bit bitterly, no doubt thinking about the photos that started this whole thing. “If we’re in public together at all, I’m sure they’ll know.”

“I understand. But like...should we have any PDA? Hold hands? People will think we’re close based on those...pictures.” You swallowed and tried not to think about how it felt to have him pressed against you--blurry as the memory was. Both of you were blushing.

“I...it’s whatever you want. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He shrugged. “We’ll play it by ear.”

“Perfect,” you said. You both lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. “What a mess,” you muttered, half to yourself.

Tom huffed a laugh. “Tell me about it. Marvel and Sony are both up my ass right now.”

“My boss is still pissed. I’ve been doing menial jobs all day. And I had to shadow probably the meanest woman in the place.”

Tom snorted. “Really? That sucks. What do you do, exactly?”

So you described your internship to him. You found yourself getting excited about it as you spoke. You couldn’t help it. You had worked so hard for it, and that hard work had paid off. You tried not to think about how you had almost ruined everything.

Harrison, off the phone now, came back in and took another slice of pizza.

You stared at your own slice. Another thought had come into your mind, another condition of this whole, complicated “relationship.” You weren’t quite sure how to broach the subject, so you adopted Harrison’s tactic and went for the blunt.

“I just want to be really clear, but, um, sex is off the table.”

Both of their heads snapped up. Tom’s face went red. “I--” he started. He cleared his throat. Tried again. “I--I never assumed--”

You bit back a laugh at his expression. What you didn’t say was that this rule came from the night before--because if you’d had more time with him, you almost certainly would have invited yourself back to his place. You wanted to make sure there were no more mistakes.

“Maybe we should write this all down?” Harrison suggested.

You raised your eyebrows. “Like a contract?”

He shrugged. “You could call it that.”

Tom was evidently still recovering from your sex comment. Recovering himself a bit, he said, “I think it’s a good idea. Just so we don’t...screw it up.”

“Alright, let’s make a contract.”

A few minutes later, Harrison had managed to find exactly one piece of paper--the back page of a script--and you dug a pen from your purse.

“Alright, so--do things in public, that’s number one,” you said as Harrison began to write.

“No sex,” Tom casually repeated, though his ears turned pink.

“PDA in public is probably necessary,” you added. Harrison hurried to keep up.

“And we shouldn’t let anyone else in on the secret,” Tom said. Then, hurriedly, “Unless you already--?”

“No, no. I haven’t. I agree with that. We don’t want the wrong person to find out.”

Harrison glanced up and then scribbled that rule, too.

“Um...I guess that’s it?” Tom looked over the list. “Unless you have anything else.”

“We can always add more later?” you suggested, though it sounded like a question. Tom shrugged.

All three of you went quiet. A phone started ringing. Tom stood with a murmured excuse and disappeared down the hall, phone in hand. You were left alone with Harrison. The silence stretched on. You could hear, distantly, Tom’s voice as he talked on the phone. It rose in pitch then quickly quieted again.

You couldn’t sit underneath Harrison’s piercing gaze any longer.

“Um, where’s your bathroom?” you asked awkwardly.

“Down the hall, last door on the right.”

You hurriedly stood and rushed down the hall. You passed a bedroom, where Tom was on the phone. He paid you no mind as you went by. He looked a bit distressed, you noticed.

On your way back, you heard a frustrated groan and a loud thump.

“Fuck,” Tom muttered underneath his breath.

You stopped and stared into the room, where Tom was shaking out his hand. He balled it back up into a fist and punched the wall for what you assumed was the second time.

“Fuck,” he repeated. You started to back away right as he glanced up and saw you.

“Sorry!” you rushed to say. “I didn’t--”

“I--Sorry, I just--” He sighed. His shoulders were tensed up, his knuckles were turning red.

“Is everything...alright?” you asked hesitantly, one foot still poised to walk away. You were definitely imposing on a private moment, but he looked so...lost. He ran shaking fingers through his hair.

“Just have a lot of people on my ass,” he explained. “But they don’t get that I don’t need a reminder that I fucked up.”

“I understand,” you said quietly. “It’s only half your fault, though.” You cracked a smile, hoping to ease the tension.

But Tom said, voice still quiet, “You don’t understand. It’s like--Spider-Man is supposed to be someone for kids to look up to. Peter Parker’s just a kid himself. Not someone who--who goes around snogging in clubs. I basically destroyed that image in one go.” He was breathing heavily now, both his hands fisted once again. “Like--Christ, I posted a picture with a cigar once and my fans lost their shit. This is--this is so much worse.”

You thought his words over. What was it like to have such great pressure on you? You chose your words with care. “That’s why we’re doing this,” you finally said. “Spider-Man’s allowed to make out with his girlfriend at least, right?”

Tom finally gave you a tight smile. “I--I really appreciate this, Y/N. You have no idea.”

“I have some idea,” you said. You walked back to the living room to gather your things, Tom behind you.

“Gone so soon?” Harrison asked as you grabbed your keys. You wondered what, if anything, he’d heard.

“Hoping to beat rush hour,” you said. You cringed internally, but how else were you to explain that you figured they had had enough of you?

Besides, you had a lot of thinking and planning to do.

Something seemed to dawn on Tom. His brown eyes widened and he gently touched your wrist. “You’re not--you aren’t dating anyone, are you?”

You shook your head. “No, are you?”

He shook his head. “Well, at least it won’t be any more complicated than it is already.”

“That’s something,” you agreed. Harrison stood and checked his watch. You caught Tom’s arm. “I’m sorry--I’m sorry that I messed things up for you.”

He gave a smile that came out as more of a grimace. “Like you said, darling, it’s not like you did it alone.”

When you got home, you were too engrossed in your thoughts to notice your parents--both home from work already--waiting for you.

“Y/N,” your father said softly. You froze.

Oh, shit, you thought before he even opened his mouth to say more.

“A..photo...has been brought to our attention. A photo of you,” he continued. “Have you seen it?”

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Enemies To Lovers

* = smut

* Breaking Curfew (Series) - @wazzupmrstark

when you got the job to be a counsellor at the summer camp you’d grown up attending all your life - you certainly hadn’t counted on having to work alongside the boy who had made it his life’s mission to make your life a living hell every summer

* We're Only Kidding Ourselves (Series) - @wazzupmrstark

you work as a production assistant for the spider-man: far from home crew, or rather as tom holland’s handler - the two of you don’t get along very well to say the least, but you won’t quit and he can’t fire you so you’re stuck with each other

Bandaid - @badhollandfluff

“at some point, you just pull off the band bid, and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved"

* Truth Or Dare - @moorehollandplz

when the fearless tom holland chooses truth, haz asks him a question he doesn’t want to answer. but, as the rules of the game state… he must answer or suffer the consequences

* Good Girl Gone Bad - @peter-parcoeur

frat tom at a christmas party and he keeps flirting with y/n, who hates him - throughout the night, he slowly wins her over...

* Shared Office - @sunflowertomholland

you and tom share an office at the firm you work for, one problem: you hate each other - one night when working late things simply...happen

The Right Decision - @tomthesoftie

you and tom grew up together but always as enemies - nothing more, nothing less - as you grow older, you must realize it’s time to be mature - you either must throw tom out of your life or take him in as an ally...which will you choose?

Admitting (Series) - @tomthesoftie

tom falls for the girl that he despises and that despises him, but he won’t admit it, to himself or her

The Right Person - @softspideys

when your ex shows up to the same party as you, you ask tom to be your boyfriend for five minutes

* The Fame Game (Series) - @duskholland

there’s just something about tom holland that makes your blood boil, you can’t stand him, and your feud has burned hard and bright for three years - everything changes following an explosive evening at the oscars, when a questionable encounter with the paparazzi lands you in some hot water with pr

Ryukin Goldfish - @honeymoonlover-moved

whenever you get stressed, you like to stop by the local pet store and look at the fishes, however, tonight you run into a familiar face you don’t quite get along with

* Cabin Confessions - @t-lostinworlds

it’s night time, the car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, cue a thunderstorm where you have no choice but to find shelter in this old cabin in the woods - it’s a horror movie just waiting to happen, what could possibly make things worse? oh, experiencing all that with the person who you hate just as much as he hates you…but is that really a bad thing?

Call Me Your Hero - @mcumendes

tom hates you and you hate tom, but what happens when you need help and tom is the only one who can save you?

Isn't This Cliche? (Series) - @starsholland

when tom holland suddenly chooses you as his date for a red carpet event, your life gets thrown upside down - now, you have to deal with a fake relationship, lies, hatred, and totally confusing feelings and on top of all that, tom holland is the most frustrating boy you had ever met

* Need To Know - @spidernerdsblog

people can be lovers and enemies at the same time, you know

* Perfidy (Series) - @peeterparkr

tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young - when one of your friends challenged you to break tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you - old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies

Off Limits - @hufflepuffhollander

as harrison osterfield’s younger sister, you’d always just seen his best friend tom as an annoying older brother - until, one day, you didn’t

Everything About You - @you-aremy-sunshine

you and tom have been enemies since the day you met. always fighting and bickering, ruining each other’s mood - until you just happen to be in new york at the same time in the same place

The Wedding Planner - @sourpeter

you hate weddings, but obviously can’t turn down your best friend when she asks you to plan hers - all you have to do is make sure things run smoothly, and get along with the best man, seems easy - until you realize the best man isn’t the stranger you thought he’d be

Tell-Tale Heart - @tinyyoungblood

you’ve fallen in love with the crown prince you’re supposed to assassinate

Water & Oil - @xoluvx

water doesn’t mix with oil - that’s just science, you don’t get along with tom, those are just facts

* Hate You - @xoluvx

“you’re such an asshole,” you exhaled feeling his lips on your collarbone

Thunderstorms and Rides Home - @starsholland

you are toms assistant - one day your ride home bails so you have to walk home while there’s a huge storm but tom stops and gives you a ride home

* Golf Groupie - @blindingdutchy

the last thing tom holland needs is to have his massive ego stroked, but when you lose a bet and are forced to play the role of his biggest fan... maybe his cockiness isn't always so bad

Please Don't Go - @marvel-sluts

you worked with tom on set and ever since the first day he hated you - one day he overhears a phone call between you and your dad, making him feel horrible for how he treated you

Who's Loving You - @tommydarlings

you and tom holland are sworn enimies... aren't you?

This Can't Be - @idy-ll-ique

y/n and tom are in a new movie together but they don't really get along - tm calls her a fatty, so she tries to lose weight by starving herself, after she ends up in the hospital, they make amends

Save Your Tears (Ongoing Series)- @screamholland

getting lost in italy sounds like a dream, but not when it’s with an actor who you think could be the worst person to be stuck with all night in a foreign country - will pulling an all nighter in venice and ending up in rome for an escape be able to help you make amends?

The Boy Next Door - @tomhollanders2013

you’ve hated your neighbor tom your whole life, but is it possible for one night to change everything?

Toothpaste - @spideymood

ever since he saw you, he knew you were special - unfortunately, you hated his guts

* Seeing Red - @terrifictomholland

"i’ll take you against that fucking wall if I have to”

* Strange Occurrences - @keepingupwiththeparkers

‘is it possible to spontaneously combust from lack of sex?’ | enemies to lovers au

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland oneshot #tom holland angst #tom holland au #tom holland x you #enemies to lovers #enemies #enemies to lovers!tom holland

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bigilante · 3 years ago

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and we are live!! head on over to wattpad to read the prologue of my new series! :)))

#before the flashes #btf series #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield fic #fake dating au #enemies to lovers

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uglypastels · 5 years ago

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Not Meant to Be Masterlist

Summary: After a few irrational decisions, Harrison finds himself to be stuck in a fake relationship for the media with the last person on earth he would want to spend more than a minute in one room with... and she just so happens to be his boss.

Chapter 1 - the First Coffee

Chapter 2 - the First Announcement

Chapter 3 - the First Fight

Chapter 4 - the First Date

Chapter 5 - the First Rule

Chapter 6 - The First Sign

Chapter 7 - The First Deal

Coming Next: Chapter 8 - the First Explanation

The series is currently on hold until further notice! thank you all so much for reading this

taglist is open (link in bio)

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild imagine #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield fanfiction #harrison #ceo au #enemies to lovers #fake dating #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x yn #reader #insert fic

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definitely-not-black-cat · 6 years ago

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Hi summer! Could you write a enemies to lovers/fake dating au with Harrison? Also, i was wondering if you were still posting the next chapter of your bodyguard fic this week?

Hi love, sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you, I’m sure you already noticed, but yes, TR&S is up, however I will not be posting this weekend, as I will be on a cruise.

“Can you breathe any louder?” Harrison hissed, glaring at you as he pulled his car into his parents’ driveway.

“You’re complaining about my breathing, but you expect to get your mom and dad to believe you’re in love with me?” You quipped in disbelief. “You’re in for a long night, Osterfield. And it’s awfully brave of you to be such a jerk, considering the fact that you asked me to do you this favor.”

“I already told you, I just want my mum off my back for a little while about settling down with a girl. You’re almost a girl, so maybe she’ll believe it.” He snarled, gripping the wheel tightly before pulling the keys from the ignition and opening the door, motioning for you to follow him to the house.

After knocking on the door, you both waited for a few seconds, refusing to look in the other’s direction. His mum greeted you kindly and excitedly, Harrison expected no less. He anxiously watched you, carefully monitoring your interactions with his family so that you didn’t say anything out of line or to imply that the two of you weren’t actually together.

In truth, Harrison DID need someone to get his mom off his back. However, he could have chosen anyone to accompany him to his parent’s house, so why of all the girls he knew were pining over him, did he choose the one girl he couldn’t stand? In fact, the only thing you two seemed to have in common was the mutual feeling of hatred for each other. But, on the other hand too, why had you agreed? There was nothing in it for you with the exception of spending time with Harrison.

He cocked his head to the side, watching as you laughed at something Charlotte had said, patting Monty on the head as you talked. Had your eyes always sparkled that way? Had your smile always reached your eyes, making them wrinkle like that? Did your hair fall so beautifully and effortlessly all this time and he was just too blind with rage to fully notice? Damn. Now that he was really looking at you, he couldn’t make himself look away. Your eyes fell on him, and he felt his face flush, but still couldn’t bring himself to break the gaze between you. You smiled softly, sweet, and genuine, and he found himself returning the gesture. Did he even really hate you at all?

#summers500party #harrison osterfield #enemies to lovers #fake dating au

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annathesillyfriend · 3 years ago

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Anna's August Fic Recs

Welcome to my August fic recommendations masterpost!! This has been quite a busy month for me but I'm holding onto last weeks of freedom. I am trying to read as much before uni starts and I had a pleasure of reading some brilliant fics this month. I am so excited to share them with you all! I hope your summer is going amazing and to those, who have just started classes - good luck!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

HOLLAND & Co.

✨ Tom Holland

revenges is sweet by @t-lostinworlds

series, social media au, college!au, football player!tom, fake dating, idiots to lovers, all of our fave tropes, i am invested in this series more than i am in my own life, it's just that good

sunkissed by @duskholland

one-shot, 18+, surfer!tom x lifeguard!tom, exes to lovers, h's great mind at its finest 👏

souvenirs of the heart by @veryholland

one-shot, brought me to tears no joke, such a beutiful story, mila did such an amazing job!!

heartbreak girl by @lauras-collection

one-shot, 18+, lead singer!tom, based on 5SOS song, this is so goooood 😫😫 this story lives in my heart rent free right nextdoor to laura!!

act 1: scene 5 and 6 by @youandtom

one-shot, best friends to lovers, helping tom with learning lines, i loved this very much!

happier than ever by @vendettaparker

one-shot, tom being the great lad he is comes to save an awful date and we stan

the trial of the eldest holland by @reawritesthings

one-shot, ex!tom, welcome to the angst town! this is so deeply heartbreaking but so beautifully written!

lucky to be in love by @hollandsvogue

one-shot, rose is going staright for my silly little heart :')

slide in by @uglypastels

one-shot, frat!tom, i fall in love with this story time and time again

white winged dove by @muhollands

one-shot, 18+, conuntry!tom, insert country boy i love you vine here (also, i'd like to take this moment to kindly invite you all to go through d's whole masterlist cause it's brilliant. this mj blurb has sent me straight to hell but it's so worth it)

abide by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, mob!au, tom x reader x harrison, this made me feel some type of way 👁👄👁

getting ahead of ourselves by @/hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, college! lacrosse player!tom holland x tutor!reader, this is soft, this is cute, this is hot, this is everything! 12/10 would recommend

✨ Harrison Osterfield

little lune by @dovenymph

one-shot, celebrating your birthday with haz, made me want a refund for my birthday cause it's so lovely 🥺🥺

it will come back by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, part of the rich kid!au series, 18+, richkid!haz x richkid!reader x actor!tom, there are no words in any language that would let me express how much i love ava and this au

✨ Harry Holland

wild side by @softholand

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, that trope was made to be written about mister harry holland, i swear

lost in your light by @spider-barnes

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, bloody lovely 💛

falling in love at a coffee shop by @/spider-barnes

one-shot, college!au, oh to fall in love with harry holland at a coffee shop 😫

hope is frightening thing by @peterplanet

one-shot, writer!reader x first da!harry, her book gets a film adaptation and harry is being is wonderful self 🥰

my forever by @unsaidholland

blurb, talking about your future with him, it's just 🥰🥰

circles by @farfromharry

one-shot, rich kid!au, enemies to lovers, so wonderful!

MARVEL

🎂 Suz's birthday fics

this total babe @samwilsons-pillowpecs gave us four beautiful gift on her birthday! we adore you, lovely 🥰 these stories are all wonderful anddeserve their own category 💛

you're the glitter in the dark

one-shot, 18+, mob!bucky

if i could touch you...

one-shot, 18+, boxer!steve

love you in a thousand ways

one-shot, 18+, ceo!sam

miss your kiss

one-shot, 18+, biker!thor

🎂@rodrikstark ’s 1.5k follower celebration!

collecion of headcanons with our favourite marvel boys as well as some other characters, i bloody love them all but my numer one has got to be joaquin teaching you spanish 😌

✨ Sam Wilson

book smart by @indyluckycharlie

one-shot, librarian!sam x PhD student!reader, such a warm and comfy little story by my dearest cate who i love very much 😌

he we go again by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, idiots in love 🥰🥰

adventures in babysitting captain america and winter solider by @princessmisery666

one-shot, reader takes the boys to disneyland and it's just so amazing!

stay awhile by @lacapucharoja

one-shot, black!reader, a saturday morning with sam 😌😌

slow motion by @ambrosiase

one-shot, 18+, sam in baggy grey sweatpants and no underwear, need i say more?

✨ Steve Rogers

bullies, bullied by @anika-ann

one-shot, my main babe is blessing us with protective steve and i love her 🥰

there's a peace in dreaming by @babycap

one-shot, i don't have the words to tell you how stunning this story is, please go read it

✨ Bucky Barnes

timer by @xbuchananbarnes

series, soulmate!au based on the movie TiMER (2009). i could go on and on about how incredible that series is but with dani it's a given, sooo 🤷‍♀️

the kids will be alright by @imaginationintowords

series, social media au, lawyer!bucky x interior designer!reader, single dad!bucky, single mom!reader raising their kid together as friends, also reader x clark kent. honestly this is one of my fave social media aus of all time. and it's got a sequel is coming!!

quick fix by @ocean-bucky

one-shot, tfatws!bucky x ofc, vidra is the queen of ofc's, you simply can't not love her characters!

grant (part 2) by @coffeecatsandsarcasm

two-shot, bucky's in a relationship with a single mom with a little boy, it's so soft, i love this little family!

before sunset, i fell by @buckysbiota

one-shot, modern!au, when i get drunk i get myself cake, when reader got drunk, she got herself a husband. a very fine husband 😏

alcohol you later by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, is it the 4th of dani's fics on this list? yes, she's just that powerful

three flags up by @starbuckie

one-shot, 18+, campcounselor!bucky x campcounselor!reader, best friends to lovers, buck being a cute little puppy in love and i adore him very much

and he kissed me right there by @sunmoonandbucky

one-shot, veteran!bucky, age gap, this is so full of feelings and it's gonna steal your heart!

lost and found by @sunshinebuckybarnes

two-shot, neighbour!bucky, alpine being the matchmaker of the year and we love that for her

hazy dreams and good mornings by @angrythingstarlight

one-shot, 18+, firefighter!bucky, i think that's enough encouragement to read this gem 😏

✨ Joaquin Torres

red by @remmysbounty

one-shot, a truly exceptional story!!

hold my words, keep us together by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, soulmate!au, just simply stunning!

✨Peter Parker

love lies by @rosyparkers

series, social media au, y/n is silk but peter doesn't know it, peter is spiderman but y/n doesn't know it, sarah is the brightest star in the universe and everyone knows it

sunset lovers by @duskholland

one-shot, college! au, soulmate!au where what your soulmate writes on their skin, appears on yours. i don't think i have to tell you that eveything written by h, my beloved is pure gold. the softest thing!

always waiting (for you to come home) by @peterbenjiparker

one-shot, reader comes to peter cause she needs him to patch her up after patrol, it's so funny and sweet and i just love it so much, m is the bestest!!

perfectly a little late by @/t-lostinworlds

one-shot, college!au, reader forgets about peter's birthday. or does she 👀 please, give a round of applause for this wonderful writer who's been feeding us so well this month 👏👏

this fic by @peeterparkr

one-shot, last kiss with peter :') nancy knows all the most beautiful ways to break someone's heart

the plan by @spideyyeet

series, aveneger!reader, reader likes peter, peter likes mj, mysterio shows up, lots of angsty things happen. it's so bloody good, my mates, go read it!!

burning red by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, avenger!reader who who describes people's personalities as colors, it's just a stunning story with wonderful writing and i love it!!

this fic by @mcumendes

blurb, peter brings y/n flowers and is very very adorable!!

kiss me more by @celestialholland

one-shot, first make out with peter and i'm just 😫😫 in love

the reveal by @cloudybarnes

one-shot, best friends!reader where she finds out about him being spiderman, so lovely!!

always by @ptersmj

one-shot, an absolutely adorable best friends to lovers moment

red-handed by @/vendettaparker

one-shot, stark!reader, morgan interrupts y/n and peter's alone time 😏😂

OTHERS

✨ Spencer Reid

as told by flowers by @reidingmelodies

one-shot, story about the progress of the relationship with spencer told by flowers (duh 😂), it's just wonderful!!

✨ Frank Adler

thnks fr th mmrs by @wiypt-writes

one-shot, 18+, reader goes to frank the night before his wedding, i love this with everything i have

will you hold on my love by @writerwrites

one-shot, don't come anywhere near this piece without tissues!!

✨ Ransom Drysdale

undercover boss by @chase-your-dreams-away

series, reader's working at drysdales' company and hooks up with ransom not knowing who he is. this series is so bloody good! i love the reader in here so much!!

a/n: if you catch some kind of mistake or if you see that i miscredited someone - please let me know so i can change that!

#anna's fic recs #august fic recs #fic recs #marvel fic recs #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader

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