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The Afterparty - Tom Holland
Summary: You’re one of Harrison’s best friends from his childhood, and you finally decide to go to one of his small parties. There, you meet his friends...
Warnings: literally just fluff haha
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
You were one of Harrison’s best friends, the mystery girl that he always talked about but rarely had over. Being another actress, you were always moving around, trying to find jobs and get a steady job. You’d known Harrison since middle school, but you had to move away once you got to high school, never giving you the opportunity to meet his current best friend, Tom. But that would change tonight.
For the first time in a while, you actually accepted an invite to hang out with Harrison - it was never because you didn’t want to, it was just because you were always so busy. And it felt nice to keep in contact with him, even after all these years and many years apart.
H: hey, what time you heading over? Y/N: leaving now, darling H: seeya in a bit x
You smiled brightly and placed your phone down, brushing the last bundle of knots from your hair as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. Harrison didn’t tell you if it was an actual party or just a hang out with a couple of people, but either way you wanted to make an impression. When you arrived to a quaint house - apparently Tom’s - you could feel the nervous excitement bubbling in your veins. You’d seen Harrison in pictures of course, and you obviously knew who Tom was, but it felt like 50 years since you’d seen Harrison in person, and meeting new people made you especially nervous. Especially if that new person was Tom fucking Holland.
“(Y/n)!” Harrison’s surprised voice greeted you as he opened the door, taking a moment to take in your appearance.
“Haz!” You replied, wrapping him in a big hug, one he quickly and gladly returned, swaying you back and forth slightly. “So good to see you finally!” You beamed, pulling away and also taking in his appearance - taller than you remember, and much more... model-y looking.
“You too, missed you.” He smiled down at your smiling face, “you look absolutely beautiful, just as stunning as I remember.” You beamed at that, nodding your head and accepting such a gracious compliment.
“You don’t look so shabby yourself.” You smiled, and he shoved you to the side, rolling his eyes but wrapping his arm around you to urge you inside.
“Come in, come in. Welcome to Tom’s place.” The uneven weight shifted onto you made you giggle hysterically as he practically dragged you inside - it felt like home, just like old times. Your smile widened as you remembered the fond memories you had with your best friend, but it stopped for a moment when you saw who was inside.
Wow, he’s even better looking in person.
Though you tried to stay cool, you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Tom on his couch, who immediately stood up once he made eye contact with you. “Oh! Hey, (Y/n), right?” He began to walk over and Harrison dropped his arm from your shoulder, shoving you playfully with his pointer finger. You shot him a playful glare and rubbed your arm, pushing him away with a bigger amount of force.
“Yeah, hi! Tom, right?” You replied, taking his hand which he stuck out to shake, and despite the professional gesture it felt strangely informal. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much and obviously... seen so much.” You gestured towards the TV as if it was playing one of his movies, which would actually be comforting in the moment.
He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and dropping his hand. “Yeah I’ve heard a lot about you to.” He nodded his head, quickly spinning around and outstretching his arms. “Uh... this is my brother Harry.” Harry looked up and shot out a peace sign, giving you a bright smile but comfortably glued to his spot in the couch.
“Hey.” You nodded back to him, smiling at the hand gesture. “Your place is so nice.” You said, looking around as if it was a museum, taking in the sort of old-fashioned English aesthetic of the living room.
“Oh, thanks. Do you... want a tour?” He asked, pointing around his shoulder as if the rest of the house would be revealed. You took a second to look at Harrison, who was watching the two of you intently with a big, teasing grin on his face. He nodded his head (as if you needed his permission) and gestured for the both of you to go on, and you gladly accepted the offer.
-
As nighttime rolled around, a few more people had come over, a few mutual friends of all three boys staying at the house. Naturally, you felt a bit out of place, but you and Tom had really begun to hit it off, talking up a storm. He mostly felt bad and wanted to keep you company since you only really knew Harrison, but you were starting to grow on him. Not that he didn’t think you would, any friend of Harrison’s would surely be a friend of Tom’s.
He loved that you didn’t only want to talk about him and Spider-Man, of course you asked a few questions about it but he admired how you wanted to get to know him. Not Tom Holland, who nearly every girl found attractive and fantasized about, but just Tom, Harrison’s friend. You were also beautiful, god you really threw him for a loop. And you seemed like a powerful energy, you knew what you were talking about and weren’t easily intimidated, he loved it.
“Is anybody gonna dance or like...?” He heard your voice, snapping him out of his dream-state, realizing he was literally thinking about a girl he just met - and staring. He didn’t want to seem like a dick or freak you out, as if all you were to him was a pretty face. Of course, you were a pretty face, and he’d only known you for a couple of hours, but he felt if a strongly and he hoped you did too.
“I mean... there’s only a handful of people here so... I guess not.” He laughed nervously, running his hand through his hair, unable to make eye contact. Now he really felt like Peter Parker - speechless in front of the pretty, confident girl.
“Wanna dance?” You asked, putting your nearly finished beer on the counter and giving him a bright smile. You could tell he was about to protest, but you interrupted him before he got the chance. “Oh come on, Holland. Harrison tells me you’ve got moves! I’ve seen the lipsync battle.”
Tom audibly groaned at this, dragging a hand down his tired face. “No, don’t bring up the lipsync battle, please.” He practically begged, but you just smiled and shoved him playfully, nearly knocking his elbow off the counter.
“Come on! Fuck everybody else let’s just vibe!” How could he say no to someone so beautiful as you. He rolled his eyes, taking a large drink of his beer before sighing submissively, allowing you to drag him somewhere close to the speaker. “The song is kinda slow.” You shrugged, unable to find some sort of beat to dance to, and Tom felt his heart sort of skip a beat as your non-chalantness. “We’ll make the most of it.” You smiled, placing your hands on his shoulders, a silent ask for consent to wrap your arms around his neck.
Tom was frozen, but he felt his body nod, allowing your arms to find a home around the back his neck. Your other hand grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your waist, and though he flinched back a bit he tried not to put it anywhere you would find offensive or suggestive. You just shook your head and giggled at the sheer closeness and awkwardness of it, but you weren’t complaining, it felt nice to have someone in such close proximity.
“Relax, Tom. We don’t have to leave room for Jesus it’s okay.” Tom burst out laughing at your comment, and you instantly felt the atmosphere lighten as he brought his head back down to see you.
“Sorry, pretty girls make me nervous.” He teased with the same amused smile on his face, and you laughed at his compliment, tapping his shoulder twice.
“Charming.” You teased, and he just chuckled, finding a rhythm with the song that seemed too fast for an occasion like this but too slow to jump around to. Neither of you were complaining though, especially not Tom.
At some point both of you just closed your eyes, feeling the moment and not caring about anyone surrounding you. It was just you, him and the music shaking your bones with each subtle bass hit. Somehow, you both opened them at the same time, and made a strange sort of eye contact that knocked the wind out of both of your lungs. But you thought you were crazy, Tom Holland being attracted to a girl he just met, in your dreams - literally.
You pulled away flustered, and Tom quickly worried he’d done something wrong to ruin the moment. But you just shook your head and said, “I’m going to go get some more beer from the cooler, do you want anything?” Tom seemed surprised by your reaction to him, pulling away with a small blush on your cheeks, just like his probably had.
“Uh... no, no thanks. I’ll uh... I’ll be here.” He said, casually leaning against the fridge and running a hand through his hair. You nodded awkwardly and began to walk away, mentally face-palming as you opened the screen door to the porch. Harrison was out there and seemingly preoccupied with a girl, but he saw you come out, looking distressed and confused. He instantly thought the worst, and put his conversation on pause with an apology, walking over to you.
“Hey, (Y/n), you alright?” You saw your concerned friends face and quickly tried to ease his mind.
“Yeah Haz, I’m okay. I just...” You shook your head, reaching down into the cooler to grab yourself another beer. “I think I just made things awkward with Tom like... we were just dancing and I got... flustered.” Harrison just started laughing, letting it go on a big sigh that just oozed teasing. “What?” You asked, genuinely confused.
“Dude, you didn’t ruin anything. Tom’s literally been ogling at and about you since you walked through his front door.” You froze, really? You shouldn’t see him as a higher up, but Tom Holland... checked you out? Possibly more? “He’s been flustered this whole time, he’s definitely geeking out for you right now.” You blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving a nervous chuckle. “Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”
“Shut up, dickhead.” You punched his shoulder, and he dramatically mouthed ‘ow’ and stepped away. “I think you’re lying.”
“And I think I know Tom way better than you. And he... definitely likes you.”
-
“Hey.” You greeted as you walked up to Tom again, who’d been on the couch nervously looking at his phone since you left.
His face lit up as you sat down with two beers in your hands, “hey,” he replied, turning his phone off and hiding it under his thigh.
“I got you a beer anyway, they were running low so I figured... might as well.”
“Oh sweet, thank you.” He smiled as you placed both beers on the table in front of the couch, no real intention of drinking them in the moment. It just seemed like a conversation starter. “Sorry about earlier if I made you... uncomfortable or anything it wasn’t my intention.”
“Oh, god no. You didn’t make me uncomfortable I just got... a little flustered is all.” You felt tension leave Tom’s body as he heard your words, nodding as they began to sink in.
And you sat in comfortable silence for a while, shoulder to shoulder, practically daring each other to rest your heads against them. “Hey uh... thanks for keeping me company this whole night. I’m sure there are other... more interesting people you could’ve interacted with tonight but... thank you.”
“More interesting?” He seemed shocked, looking down at you, “I think tonight I’ve discovered you’re more interesting than most of the people here. So, it was truly my pleasure. You’re so easy to talk to.” You smiled, blushing and putting your face in your hands, feeling like you were in middle school all over again. How could someone you just met already be giving you an entire zoo of butterflies in your stomach?
“I try.” You replied, shrugging your shoulders, and you felt a light pressure on your upper back, which was now exposed since you were leaning over.
“You don’t have to.” He smiled when you took your head out of your hands to look at him, and you swear he stared at you like you were the only woman in the world. Damn.
“Would you mind if I kissed you?” The words just came out before you could stop them, and based on Tom’s surprised reaction, he wasn’t expecting them either. You were about to pull away and apologize, then go out to curse Harrison on his false predictions, but then...
“Mind? Hell, I’ve been working up the courage to ask you that all fuckin’ night.” Tom replied, rubbing the back of his neck and only liking you more due to the forwardness. You laughed happily, finally relaxing as you dopily shook your head, feeling a weight of awkward tension being lifted from your shoulders.
With a smile, you began to move closer to him and leaned in, putting a hand on his face to assure he was still there and he wasn’t going to pull away. When you stopped at his lips, he just smiled and closed the gap between you, his hand travelling to your lower back to also reassure himself you weren’t going anywhere.
When your lips touched, he felt the fireworks, that’s for sure. He didn’t think he could have a such strong connection with someone he’d met only a few hours, but he felt it. Tom felt it in his heart fluttering, in the way adrenaline coursed through his veins when you opened your mouth slightly, giving him silent permission. He gladly took it, and slipped his tongue into your mouth, the fading of mint gum and cheap beer entering his nervous system.
You felt the fireworks, everywhere. Once the kiss got more heated, you found yourself losing control of your instincts, every atom in your body pulling you towards him. Your hand travelled to his hair, scratching your nails up the nape of his neck, and although you couldn’t hear the probably glorious groan slip from his mouth, you could feel the vibrations on your lips. You weren’t sure if you were dreaming it, or if it was the music, you didn’t care, you had him in your grasp.
“Fuck.” He articulated as he pulled back a bit, but he didn’t want to lose the connection so he kept your foreheads pressed together. “Stay.” He practically pleaded, trying to catch your breath and suffocating on each other’s air.
All you could do was nod your head against his, leaving a kiss or two on his cheekbones and on his jawline, unable to resist the temptation. He just smiled at the way your lips seemed to tickle his skin, still holding you close as the world blurred around him. “Holy shit.” He heard you say, and with a mutual breathy chuckle you both pulled away.
Suddenly the confidence left the both of you, and you sat there in brief silence anxiously waiting for the other to say something, anything. “Do you maybe want to get a drink some time?” You smiled and returned the eye contact with him.
“I’ll have to think about it.” You teased, ruffling his hair a bit as a shocked expression filled his face. “Of course I will, idiot.” He just smiled, hand still on your back as he began to circle tiny patterns over your shirt.
“Will you stay tonight?” You widened your eyes at the sudden question, but he quickly drew back, stuttering, trying to find his words. “Oh god I didn’t mean like- I don’t want you to get the wrong idea I just meant- I don’t know... where you’re staying and I-” He was cut off by your hysterical laughter, and he breathed out a sigh of relief. “You know if you keep up with the sarcasm you’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“Of course I’ll stay, and don’t worry, I won’t get the wrong idea.” He just nodded and put his arm around you, coaxing you to lean on his shoulder and you gladly took the opportunity. However, before you could, you heard a loud banging coming from the outside against the glass door.
You both whipped your heads around, only to see Harrison giving you both a thumbs up and cheering like an idiot. As you both looked back at each other to make eye contact, you both burst out laughing, shaking your heads.
“Dickhead.” The two of you shared the same insult.
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Never Imagined We’d End Like This
Summary: Just because it doesn’t work, doesn’t mean it wasn’t good. Sometimes people are better off as friends.
A/N: Time to learn a little bit more about the couple Finn and Vanessa were before they became our favorite exes (some overlap of the beginning of Package Deal)
Word Count: 4.4k
And away, and away we go!
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“Um… Mr. Campbell?” Vanessa asked shyly, her knuckles barely scraping against the open door of the young man’s office.
“Yeah?” Finn asked, not looking up from his work.
“Sorry to bother you… but, um Professor Roe sent me. I missed the midterm and he said I should contact you. I would have emailed but I saw your office was open.”
Finn’s eyes tore away from his work and over at the woman. She was young, eighteen, maybe nineteen, if he had to guess. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with bangs sweeping across her forehead. Soft and innocent eyes that shone with intelligence. “Intro to Psych?” he asked kindly, pulling open a desk drawer and ruffling through it.
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled politely with a nod trying to look anywhere but at the handsome teacher’s assistant the sleeves of his shirt perfectly rolled midway up his forearms, lithe fingers running through the various folders before locating the right one.
“It’s Finn, please,” he told her, opening up the folder and pulling out a test. “I know it’s kinda cramped in here, but you’re more than welcome to the space. Or you can take the test with you and bring it back whenever. I would just recommend setting a timer for like an hour. It’s not worth spending much more time on it than that.”
“Thank you, Finn. But it might be best if I take it here. Quiet space even if it is small.”
He chuckled and cleared off a space on his desk for her. “Here, you can take my chair,” he offered, gesturing to the newly created spot.
“Oh, I can stand,” she waved him off. “You’re already being so nice.”
“Nonsense. I need to check with Professor Roe if he needs anything before class anyways so I’ll be on my feet for a bit,” he half-lied.
“Thanks.” Her cheeks flushed as she took the seat and set out to work.
“I’m sorry,” Finn shook his head. “I’m terrible with names. You are?”
“Vanessa Parker. Tuesday/Thursday class at 3.”
“Daydreamer,” he recalled with a nod. The girl had a strong tendency of letting her mind wander, a lazy smile on her lips with her chin cupped in her left hand while her right twirled her pen. But despite her daydreaming, she always had the correct answer on the tip of her tongue.
“I-” she started to stammer. “Last class. Long day. Don’t mean to.”
Finn chuckled. “No, it’s fine. I’d be more concerned if you weren’t so on top of your studies. Are you a psych major, Miss Parker?”
“Vanessa,” she corrected. “And no. Economics.”
He let out a huff of surprise. “Economics, huh? Never woulda guessed.”
She shrugged. “I like numbers. Always a definitive answer.”
He chuckled again and she smiled, liking the way he laughed and him equally enamoured with the way she smiled.
~~~
“Oh, it’s just gonna be me and my mom. I’m an only child, and Dad died when I was in high school,” Finn confessed when they were their plans for the break after the end of the semester.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Vanessa sighed sadly, cupping Finn’s face in her hands, thumbs rubbing across his cheekbones.
“S’alright,” he smiled softly at her, turning his head to press kisses against her palms. “He was sick a lot when I was a kid. Cancer. So we knew it was coming.”
“That’s still shitty, love. I can’t imagine losing my dad even if he does drive me crazy.”
“Yeah, your family. Tell me about them.”
“Mom and Dad. Still married. A sister who’s a year younger than me. I don’t really get along with any of them.”
“Why’s that?” Finn pressed gently.
“My sister’s a narcissist and my parents let her get away with it. My entire life has been her one-upping me. Like I honestly wouldn't be surprised if when I get home she tells us that she got accepted early into like an Ivy League and is valedictorian.”
“Then come home with me for the break.”
She snorted in disbelief. “I can’t just go home with you for the break.”
“Why not?”
“They’re my family, Finn. Whatever our bullshit I haven’t seen them in four months.”
“They may be your family, but toxic is still toxic, Ness.”
“Well…” Vanessa smiled at the thought of spending her week wrapped up in Finn rather than with her family. “I’d have to at least make an appearance… but no one said I had to stay there the whole time…”
Finn brightened, kissing her excitedly. “Oh, this’ll be great! My mom can’t wait to meet you.”
“You told your mom about me?”
“Of course I did. Think I’d keep someone as great as you a secret? I’d tell the whole world if they’d listen.”
Vanessa blushed. “Oh, stop. I’m okay, sure. But I wouldn’t say I’m great.”
“Well, that’s why I’ll say it for you.”
~~~
“Mom, this is Vanessa. Ness, this is my mom, Carol,” Finn introduced.
“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you, sweetheart!” the older woman said, pulling Vanessa in for a hug.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Vanessa returned the warmth, already liking this welcome home much more than the one she imagined was waiting for her at her parents’ place.
The rest of the afternoon found Vanessa sitting besides Carol on the couch, pouring over photo album after photo album, Finn growing up in front of their eyes. School pictures, birthdays, Halloween costumes, his high school graduation, and finally a picture of him that couldn’t have been that old: his hair an unruly wet mess and a wide smile as he straddled a surfboard in the middle of the ocean. “I didn’t know you surfed,” Vanessa murmured, admiring both the picture and the man at her side.
Finn shrugged. “I’m alright. I’ll take you out sometime if you like.”
“And I’ll teach you how to paint!” she agreed happily.
“You paint?” both Carol and Finn asked.
Vanessa nodded. “Mhm. I have some of them up in my dorm room. You’ve seen ‘em.”
“I thought you bought those…” Finn admitted sheepishly. “They’re really good, Ness.”
“Thanks, love,” she smiled at him, interlacing their fingers together as he kissed her cheek.
“So…” Carol said, “Finn tells me you’re a freshman. How was your first semester living away from home and everything? I bet you miss your family tons.”
So Vanessa spent the better part of the evening rattling off how great her first semester had been while Carol listened intently, beyond happy for the young woman hanging off her son’s arm.
“Mom really likes you,” Finn told her later that night as they settled in for bed.
“I really like her too. She raised a hell of a man.”
“And I can’t wait to meet the family that raised such an amazing woman,” he returned the compliment.
“Oh, trust me. You can.”
Finn was sure his girlfriend was exaggerating, so when they got to her house the next morning, he was more than taken aback. “A boy?” was the greeting he got, complete with a look over from Mr. Parker.
“Finn, Dad,” Vanessa was quick to smooth things out. “He goes to school with me.”
“Mmm. And what do you study?”
“Psychology, sir,” Finn told him.
“Mmm… good money in that to be sure. Not sure if it’s worth all the schooling though. What year are you in?”
“I’m a junior, sir.”
“Older,” was the comment as the man looked over at his daughter.
“I got straight A’s, Dad,” she answered the unasked question about what running around with an older boy would do to her academics.
“So did your sister. Got her early acceptance letter, too.”
“Good for Erica,” Vanessa said with a tight-lipped smile. “Where is she? And Mom?”
“Around.”
As if that was the magic word, an older and younger copy of Vanessa practically poofed into the room, with bright smiles and airy laughs. “Nessie!” the younger one shrieked, before wrapping her sister in a tight hug.
Finn rubbed nervously at the back of his neck, thinking that the dad was a piece of work, but the impression of the sister seemed to be going okay so far. “Nessie! Did Dad tell you about school? I got in! Early acceptance and everything!”
“He did,” Vanessa nodded. “Congratulations. Erica, Mom, this is my boyfriend, Finn.”
Erica’s face fell as she looked over at Finn with the same level of scrutiny the father had given him. “Hello,” he said politely.
“Hi…”
The day quickly fell apart from there. Finn learned exactly what Vanessa had meant by Erica’s narcissistic constant one-upping and the parental acceptance. Every story Vanessa tried to tell her parents was quickly interrupted by an even more glorious story of the younger Parker daughter’s accomplishments with little regard to Vanessa’s own feelings. Still, at the end of the visit, Vanessa hugged her parents and sister goodbye with a smile on her face.
“So, whaddya think?” Vanessa asked, her voice far too bright for the hell they’d just endured.
“Do you want my honest answer, or the answer you want to hear?” he asked.
“The honest one…”
“Baby… your family sucks. Like… I don’t know how someone as great as you came from a family as horrible as that. And the fact that you still willingly put up with them… You’re probably the strongest woman I know…”
When her lip quivered, he was quick to add, “Oh, baby… no, it’s not your fault.”
“I hate them!” she wailed, before breaking down sobbing. “I hate my family!”
He held her while she cried, gently shushing her. “It’s alright.”
“No, it’s not!” she continued to sob. “They’re my family! What kind of monster am I for hating my family?!”
“You’re not a monster. Sometimes people just suck. But it’s not a reflection of who you are.”
His words soothed her enough to calm down, but she was still sniffling when they got back to his mom’s. “Oh, my, what happened?!” Carol asked, pulling Vanessa in for a hug and the warmth of it set Vanessa into hysterics again.
“Her sister’s a narcissist and her parents aren’t much better,” Finn deadpanned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Finn!” his mother scolded, while rubbing Vanessa’s back. “Shh, it’s alright, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t say it to be mean, Mom. I said it as a professional assessment.”
The woman smacked her son in the arm. “Time and place, Finn, time and place. Your girlfriend is upset.”
“She’s upset because her family sucks.”
“Finn Christopher!”
Vanessa sniffled, pulling out of Carol’s embrace and wiping at her face. “No, Finn’s right. My family… they aren’t the greatest.”
“Well, that’s okay, sweetheart. Unfortunately there’s not much we can do about who were bonded to biologically. But, we do get a say in whether we accept that bond and strengthen it, or create new bonds all together. My own family wasn’t much, but I eventually found one that was. They say you don’t get to choose your family. I say they’re half right.”
~~~
Finn’s mom quickly became Vanessa’s family after that. When spring break rolled around, Finn and Vanessa only visited Carol. And when summer came, Vanessa signed herself up for the school’s summer sessions so she didn’t have to give up her dorm room. A summer spent studying in Finn’s office while he worked, or sitting in the warm sand painting the handsome surfer when they succeeded in pulling the other away from their work.
It was a pattern the couple continued with the following school year. Minimal contact with her family while immersing herself in the new one she had found with Carol and Finn. And when Finn graduated that following spring, him and Vanessa moved into a little apartment a few blocks from campus.
It was in their small apartment that they dreamed about the family they would create together once she finished school and got a steady job, and once he completed his master and doctorate programs and started his own practice. Their own little life far away from the scrutiny of her family.
When Vanessa graduated with her bachelor’s and Finn with his master’s, Finn started to set money aside for a ring so they could start living the life they dreamed about together. But life had its own agenda, much like it does and instead of a ring, Finn bought a pregnancy test and stood with shaking hands outside a bathroom door rather than seated in a chair at a fancy restaurant.
“What’s it say? Finn asked timidly after what felt like the longest three minutes of his life.
“Pregnant,” her voice answered, small and terrified from the other side of the door.
He fought against his throat closing up to croak “Can you come out of the bathroom? Or let me in?”
The door slowly creaked open and she flung herself into his arms. “Are you mad at me?”
“No, baby,” he chuckled, running his hands through her hair and cupping her face in his hands so she’d look up at him. “We got this. I’m here every step of the way. I love you.”
“I love you.”
They told Carol first. After an appointment to make sure everything was going smoothly, they presented the woman with the sonogram. “I-is this…?” Carol stammered, looking quickly between her son, Vanessa, and their hands resting softly on Vanessa’s abdomen.
“Mhm,” Finn nodded.
“Oh, that’s great!” Carol clapped her hands to her mouth as a few happy sobs wracked her body. When she composed herself, she rattled on and on about how excited she was for them, and how if they needed anything all they needed to do was ask her.
Telling Vanessa’s family was another story.
The twenty-two year old woman slid the sonogram towards her parents, her other hand clinging tightly to Finn’s underneath the dinner table. “What’s this?” Mr. and Mrs. Parker asked, faces pulled into frowns as they studied the small picture.
“Your grandchild,” Vanessa told them.
“Oh, Nessie,” they said sorrowfully.
“I’m sorry?” she asked.
“Well you just started at your job. This isn’t going to be easy, Nessie,” her mother said, patting her daughter’s hand comfortingly.
“We know that. But it’s still something we’re excited for and honestly, I’m a little disappointment you don’t seem to share the same enthusiasm. This is your first grandchild.”
“Nessie, we are thrilled for you and Finn,” her father stepped in. “But…”
“But you don’t approve of the timing,” Vanessa finished sharply. “Because you never approved of anything I did.”
“Nessie!” her parents called out in shock as the couple got up and left.
“I’m so proud of you,” Finn murmured, placing a kiss in her hair.
“I don’t know what they want from me… I got good grades. I got a solid career. I have a great relationship with a great man. I’m carrying their grandchild. I did everything right!”
“Shh, it’s alright. They don’t have to be around the baby. You don’t owe them anything.”
“That’s the thing though, Finn. Despite it all, I still want them to be able to meet the baby. My own feelings shouldn’t get in the way of them having a relationship with their grandchild.”
“I ever tell you how proud of you I am, and how much I love you?”
She gave him a watery smile as she nodded. “Yeah. You’re really good at that.”
“You make it really easy. And yes, this may be their grandchild, but it’s our child. And if people want to be in their life, they have to earn it, no matter who they are.”
“Five bucks says Erica’s pregnant by Christmas,” she joked humorlessly.
“Ten says your parents are actually thrilled.”
Both ended up being right. They made their appearance Christmas morning and Erica busted out her news before the couple could hang up their coats. And the younger sister’s news didn’t end there, as she flashed her ring hand exuberantly. The entire breakfast was spent with Erica gushing over her pregnancy and following engagement while Mr. and Mrs. Parker beamed with pride of how wonderful it was that Erica would graduate, and become a wife and mother by the time summer rolled around. Vanessa left fuming that she’d never speak to her parents or her sister ever again. Finn wholeheartedly agreed, but knew his girlfriend would probably flip flop back and forth between wanting nothing to do with her family and wanting them in their child’s life.
~~~
“Are you ever gonna ask me to marry you?” Vanessa asked as they crammed together on the hospital to stare over at the bassinet that held the world’s most perfect little boy.
“I was,” Finn admitted.
“Past tense… Uh-oh…”
Finn gave a soft laugh as he kissed the side of her head. “I didn’t want you to think I was asking you because you were pregnant and it was the ‘right’ thing to do. When I ask I want there to be no doubt in your mind about why I’m asking. I won’t ask you if you think I’m only asking because you’re the mother of my child. I want you to know I’m asking you because I can’t imagine my life without you by my side. And when I think you know that, I’ll ask. Until then, I’m just gonna love you and Mason like crazy.”
~~~
“Finn? Finn. Finn!”
“Huh? What?!” Finn jumped in his seat.
“Were you even listening?” she asked, voice laced with annoyance.
“Yeah… the babbling… more stories. Library.”
She sighed.
“What?”
“I told you about the library having toddler time last week.”
“Oh… sorry. What were you saying?”
“I was saying,” she said in a clipped tone, “that we should try to get him in a routine.”
“Mase already has a routine,” Finn pointed out.
“No, but like even more of one. Like we can talk with Mom about getting her to do the same things with him at the same time every day when she watches him. And at home we can do the same thing. Says here that getting rid of any unpredictability can help kids with autism.”
“Mase isn’t autistic though.”
“No, the doctors say he’s too young to know for certain. But he definitely has signs we should be looking for. If they thought he wasn’t autistic, they would say he wasn’t and tell us to look for something else. Not being entirely sure isn’t the same as not being it at all, Finn.”
“Whatever… get him on a stricter routine then.”
She threw her hands in the air. “So you don’t even care? This is our son, Finn.”
“How are you mad at me for agreeing with you?”
“I’m not mad at you. I’m frustrated in general, and would like you to take this seriously.”
“I am taking it seriously!”
“No, you’re not!”
“Just because I don’t spend all my free time pouring over different studies that all conflict with each other like you do, doesn't mean I’m not taking this seriously, Ness.”
“I’m not expecting you to do the research with me! But I’d like it if you would listen to it.”
“I am listening! You want him on a stricter routine. Great. Do that then.”
“Ugh! Why are you so frustrating!”
“Because this is frustrating! You think it’s easy being told that my son will never be able to look me in the eye, or call me ‘Daddy’?! That I’ll probably never hear him say he loves me?! Just because I’m not struggling with this news the same way you are doesn’t mean I’m not equally heartbroken about this! Just because my coping is different than yours doesn’t make me a bad parent!”
“I never said you were!”
“You didn’t have to…” His chair scraped back as he stood up.
“Where are you going?!”
“We’re both way too worked up, so I’m leaving before we say something we’ll regret.”
“This is so fuckin’ stupid!”
“Oh look! Something we agree on!”
Vanessa swallowed the scream. She envied the way Finn could remain level headed, pick his words carefully, and even realize when he needed to walk away from a conversation. Being with him, she had picked up on some of those habits herself, but she knew she still struggled with wanting to give up the fight even if it was only to hit pause.
After ten or so minutes, she went in search of her boyfriend, finding him laying in bed with Mason, doing everything he could to get some sort of response from the almost two year old. “I’m sorry,” she started, crawling up onto the bed with them. “There’s a lot I’m frustrated about and I took it out on you. Forgiven?”
“Forgiven,” Finn nodded. “And I’m sorry too. I should have listened to what you were saying rather than drawing my own conclusions. Forgiven?”
“Forgiven.”
“Do you want to tell me what you’re frustrated about? Or would you rather move on and create a new routine for Mase?”
“It’s my family…” she sighed.
Finn held back on rolling his eyes. “Of course it is… What happened in the perfect Parker household this time?”
“Danny’s talking up a storm. Erica and Scott are planning their anniversary trip to Mexico or Europe or something.”
“And they asked about Mason?”
“Only to compare their two grandsons.”
“Well, I’ll take potty-training whiz over talkative anyday.”
Vanessa laughed at that. Mason had taken very quickly to potty-training, whereas her nephew, Daniel, showed no interest. “Yeah, Mom said we even woke up from our nap dry.”
“Great job, buddy!” Finn beamed at the small boy who was watching his parents intently. “You just want your words to count, huh? Too smart to waste time on nonsense babbling. Right?”
There was a twinge of fear in his last word as he looked over at Vanessa worriedly. She quickly nodded her head. “Of course. Man of few words, aren’t you, sweet boy?”
“You’re a great mom, Ness,” Finn said softly, reaching out to rub his thumb over the back of her hand.
“And you’re a great dad. We did everything right. Mason just is who he is and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Exactly.”
While the words were right, it did little to soothe either of their raging thoughts. Thoughts about if they were doing right by their little boy. If they were doing right by each other. The smile they gave each other was weak and forced, and the way their fingers interlaced was far more out of instinct than anything else. They were running on fumes, they just didn’t know how to let go for fear of shattering the other one more than they were already shattered.
Finn told his mother about it one afternoon when he picked up Mason on a day Vanessa had to stay late at the office. “I love her. I do. I know I do. But… we haven’t been us in a long time. We’re fighting more. And I thought at first that it was just a rough patch. But…”
“But you’re both focused on Mase. And as much as you love him he’s a handful. Children require a lot of our attention. And it’s easy to lose track of other things. And it’s no one’s fault.”
“But I still love her.”
“No one’s denying that, sweetheart But, you can still love someone without actually being in love with them anymore.”
“I failed her, Mom… we’re not supposed to end like this.”
“Finn… listen very carefully to what I’m about to say. Some people aren’t meant to be together forever. There’s no shame in that. It doesn’t mean the relationship failed. It doesn’t even mean that the relationship was wrong or that the feelings weren’t real. People fall out of love and that’s okay. This isn’t ending your relationship with Ness. It’s just closing the romance chapter and starting the parenting one.”
“But I’m not ready to fall out of love with her…” he cried. “I don’t want this to be a chapter. It’s supposed to be the book.”
“Then try,” she encouraged. “Go out on a date. Get out of your heads and roles as parents and just be Finn and Vanessa again for a night. See if that helps. If it does, then keep doing that for yourselves every now and then. And if it doesn’t…”
“Then I have to let her go…”
“You have to let each other both go,” she corrected lightly. “It doesn’t mean you love each other any less. But you both deserve to be in love with someone, so you’re not doing anyone any favors keeping each other from that. You don’t want to wake up one day and resent Vanessa anymore than you want her to wake up one day and resent you. You’ve built a beautiful life together. And you can keep doing that. You just might have to change how that looks is all.”
“C-can you watch Mase on Saturday for us?”
“Of course, sweetheart. He can even spend the night.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
~~~
The night started out really nice. Finn felt himself smiling brighter than he had in a long while at the excitement in Vanessa’s eyes he’d missed seeing. But as the night wore on, the guilt sank in and so did the undeniable feeling that they just didn’t work anymore. Still, they couldn’t bring themselves to end their last night of pretending, dragging the moment into the wee hours of the next morning.
“You know I’m always gonna love you, right?” he asked, savoring holding her against him one last time.
“I know,” she nodded her head against his chest. “We’d do it all over again, right?”
“In a heartbeat.” His voice was soft and she felt a tear splash in her hair. “You’ve given me so much, Ness. I know it’s probably cheesy to say, but I’m a better man for having known you.”
“You’ve made me a better woman, and have given me just as much. You gave me a family.”
“We’re still family. I’m not going anywhere. We’re still a team. I still love you.”
“I know.” She kissed her way up his chest. “The only thing changing is that we’re no longer physically together. We didn’t give up on us. We’re making us better. Better people to each other, and better parents to our son.”
“Exactly. And hey, promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Find someone.”
“Only if you promise to find someone too.”
“Pinky swear,” he nodded. They interlocked their pinkies, giving their fingers a quick kiss, sealing the deal. “No regrets.”
“Not a single one. I love you, Finn.”
“I love you too, Ness.”
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Character bios pt 2!!
Decided to continue the bios for the rest of the fam squad, the full extended family!! Might change things around a bit, we’ll see!!! Here’s part one in case you missed it :3
Emile Sanders (formerly Picani):
Age: 46
Pronouns: he/him/they/them
Height: 6’1”
Curly medium golden mahogany brown hair and sky blue eyes, subtly tanned skin covered in freckles, red framed rounded glasses, likes dressing like a cartoon character or just wearing cartoon merch (his prized possession is his Mabel pines jumper) but wears a brown cardigan over a white button down shirt with a pink necktie when he goes to work
A big goofball that has a lot of love to give, but he still knows when to be more subdued and calm and when to activate “serious picani”. He’s always loved helping people work through their issues which is why he’s a therapist
Like patton, he’s excellent at reading emotions, though he’s a bit better at it since he’s a professional
Has ADHD, but has developed the necessary coping skills to help keep his symptoms under control
Has two siblings; Catarina (Patton’s mother) and Leonard (Patton’s other uncle). Emile is the baby of the family while Leonard is the oldest
Emile met Thomas when they were both in college. They shared an ASL class and quickly began getting along, and frequently practiced sign language together and feelings developed from there
It was quite some time before they got married, but it was well worth the wait
Thomas Sanders:
Age: 43
Pronouns: he/him
Height: 5’10”
The standard character Thomas look; floppy medium brown hair, chestnut eyes, fair skinned, wears the same three shirts periodically for five years until he buys three new shirts, the usual stuff
He’s a sweet, down to earth guy. Loves cartoons almost as much as Emile does, has a passion for pizza, theatre, and the cats of the world he’ll never be able to pet without dying. He can be impulsive at times, but his heightened anxiety oftentimes outweighs that
Has three brothers named Christian, Patrick, and Shea, but I won’t describe them in depth cos I don’t wanna get any facts wrong since this is based on Thomas himself oop-
I’m literally just describing the canon character Thomas except slightly older im-
There’s like nothing else to add to make this fun and unique it’s just character Thomas welp
Thomas and Emile’s kids:
Anton Sanders:
Age: 16
Pronouns: any/all
Height: idk uh ??? 5’7” ???
Medium length wavy black hair, electric blue eyes, fair skinned with a beauty mark on his right cheek beneath his eye, usually wears fashionable clothes and declares himself an eleven, often wears scarves and turtlenecks (almost exclusively black) as well as his round mirrored sunglasses
Can and will kill you with a single look. Especially if you mess with his family. He’ll never admit it but he loves them with everything he’s got, even if he never acts like it for even a moment
Especially adores Remy and respects that they’re discovering themself and exploring new possibilities. He knows from experience how tough that is and how much of a challenge it can be
Was adopted at age three after his parents were busted for child abuse and heavy drug addiction. It took quite some time for him to come out of his shell but Emile and Thomas were nothing but patient and loving and kind. He still has a lot of trust issues but he knows he can trust his family
Will never admit it now but became insanely jealous when remy was adopted into the family. He did not want a brother because he knew that meant he was being replaced and he wasn’t loved anymore
Eventually Thomas and Emile sat him down and they all talked through it and assured Anton that he was still loved and he was not being replaced
It still took a very long time for Anton to trust Remy, even if he was only a baby
His heart was won over when Remy said his first word to him
All he said was “no” but Anton admired his defiant spirit
also yes this is the Critic how did u know
Remy Sanders:
Age: 12 (birthday January 16)
Pronouns: he/him/they/them/it/its
Height: damnit how tall are 12 year olds
Shoulder length hair dyed dark purple at the roots that fades into magenta at the ends (hair colour changes periodically depending on what it feels like having), chocolate brown eyes, fairly dark skinned but not heavily so, gender expression changes at the drop of a hat but it often wears leather, skirts, beanies, and a heck ton of earrings (when it turns eighteen it starts getting a lot of different piercings like angel bites, nostril, and industrial piercings, etc) (that’s worth noting)
Almost always sarcastic but that’s its way of showing love really. It’s a helluva punk that can and will fight anyone to the death if they deserve it (or if they hurt someone Remy likes). It’s actually a huge nerd but doesnt usually show that side of itself. It loves reading, watching shows like doctor who, and doing puzzles with Logan
Was diagnosed with adhd after Emile noticed it experienced similar symptoms for quite a while
Was adopted by Thomas and Emile when it was a baby (and Anton was four), having been found by Emile when it was left in a box in an alleyway, which was a long and complicated process but one hundred percent worth it
It has a trio of male rats named Holmes, Watson, and Splinter. Thomas was a bit reluctant to let it adopt rats but they all went to a rat breeder and when Thomas saw them all and even held one he realised it wasn’t so bad and they were actually kinda cute
When it was nine years old, it nearly died in a nasty hit and run. A truck had swerved into it when it was by the side of the road. It was fine after a lengthy recovery except it had to use a wheelchair after some spinal cord damage left it immobilised from the waist down. The driver was never identified
It probably wasn’t a coincidence that this event occurred not long after remy started talking about how much it loved boys just as much as it loved girls, but that teas a bit too hot for this post
Logan’s sisters:
Ellen Adams-Waterson:
Age: 26
Pronouns: she/her
Height: 5’6”
Light auburn hair going just barely past the shoulders, honey eyes, fair skinned though mildly tanned, covered from head to toe with freckles, red framed rectangular glasses, usually wears clothes for comfort and especially likes turtlenecks
She’s a determined, steadfast kinda gal who fights for whats right and gives everything she has for her loved ones, especially her immediate family. Although she can be pretty blunt with her words she’s also kindhearted and wants whats best for everyone
She’s an avid writer, and has actually published a novel. She also dabbles in fanfiction and is unashamed about it
She’s married to a wonderful wife named Elizabeth and they have a daughter named Kaylee (15)
She’s also been trying to quit smoking but so far that has yielded no results
Ashley Fletcher (formerly Adams):
Age: 24
Pronouns: she/her
Height: 5’10”
Long light ash brown hair that reaches her tailbone that she keeps parted to the right, electric blue eyes, fair skinned and a face full of freckles, black rectangular glasses, tries to be fashion forward but mostly just wears T-shirts and denim jackets
She’s a trans woman and has been transitioning for a few years now with lots of support from her family. She’s a nice person but let’s people walk all over her a bit. She doesn’t like confrontation much because of her anxiety disorder, but she’s trying to get better with that
Loves acting and wants to pursue it as a career, but her anxiety makes it difficult to put herself out there
Married to a trans man named warren and they have a son named jack (11) and a daughter named Emma (6)
She met warren at a pride event with Logan and Patton, and it was actually Patton who met him first (although at the time he went by a different name and didnt know he was trans yet) and then introduced him to the others
They actually talked about adopting a child long before even considering marriage. Although they realised it would look better to adoption agencies if they were married, and that was the main reason they even went through all of that
Renae Adams:
Age: 21
Pronouns: she/her/he/him
Height: 6’8”
Short wavy hair dyed bright pink, amber eyes, fair skinned, a black *dabs* styling pair of Warby Parker’s, often wears high neck shirts and suit jackets, basically always business casual because she can, and loves wearing hoop earrings
There are two sides to Renae; either stone cold businessperson or happy go lucky memelord with a heart of gold. She’s a lot like Logan in that regard, although it’s harder to predict what side of her you’ll see at any given moment. She can either be a super soft bean or the scariest person on the planet
Has been dealing with OCD her whole life, and sometimes it gets particularly bad (especially the intrusive thoughts) but she has a therapist and psychiatrist she sees somewhat regularly
She runs her own coffee shop called Real Bean Café and it does fairly well. She’s always thinking about how she can improve her business
She’s aroace so she isn’t in a romantic relationship but she is in a queerplatonic relationship with a beautiful enby named Pigeon
They actually met in her coffeeshop. Renae saw Pigeon’s Attack on Titan T-shirt and was immediately compelled to talk to them
And that is it for part two of the character bios!!! Might make another post talking about Logan’s sisters’ kids and partners but idk we’ll see 👀
I just really like character designs man lmao
Lemme know if I need to tag anything else my brain box isn’t generating the required tags rn lmao
#ts home for christmas#thomas sanders#sanders sides#sanders sides au#thomile#thomas x picani#thomas x emile#emile picani#adhd picani#adhd emile#character thomas#remy sanders#critic sanders#it/its use#car accident mention#hit and run mention#injury mention#ocd mention#long post
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we kissed...
summary: you and peter are on an undercover mission and things get a little out of hand. part 1 of the fake dating series! 2k words omg
"so, kids," tony began, standing in the living room in front of you and peter, "you need to date."
"excuse me?" you asked tony.
"for a mission! tonight at this mega fancy steak restaurant, we have to stop this guy, lowkey. which means none of our familiar faces can go, you know us and our fantastic disguises from steve. anyways you two are hidden from the universe so your going."
"i- i don't understand," peter stuttered, looking over at you, who was sitting far apart from him on the couch. god he wished you were closer.
tony sighed, "bad guy is on a 'date' with his wife and is making an illegal weapons drop to another bad guy. you two are going on a 'date' to interfere, low-key. get it?"
"yeah..." you glanced over at peter, "but why do we need to date."
tony shook his hands in frustration, "because it's just how these things work, okay? nat will have more details for you guys later," he started off to his lab, "and it's not like you two are already all over each other."
he whispered that last part but you both still heard it.
peter rubbed his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans and looked at you once again, "so, guess we are ah, going on a daaaate, hahah."
you sighed and kicked your feet up on the couch, adjusting yourself so your head landed in peter's lap, a normal thing for you two, "guess so. but hey! it's our first real mission! this is so exciting! just you and me and free food!"
"and bad guys with dangerous illegal weaponry," peter reminded you.
you rolled your eyes at him, "it'll be a good time."
peter smiled down at you. any reason to be with you just made him happy. he liked you, a lot. and as much pain as this fake date thing is for him, it's still just you. he kinda sorta hoped you felt the same. but all feelings aside, you two needed to be professional.
later that night
"so, you excited?" nat asked as she helped you adjust your outfit and secret microphone.
"yes! it's my first real mission and we are gonna kill it. WELL not the bad guy, but if need be, i can beat a bitch up."
nat shook her head, "i meant about going on a date with peter."
your face turned into a saddened expression.
"i mean, i guess. you know how i feel about him. but it's a fake date nat. we can't mess around."
"i know but still, it could lead to something new. and you two better not mess around. we got a dangerous criminal on our hands," she smirked at you in the mirror. (a/n: nat is so hot bye)
you smiled yet again.
"go get 'em girl."
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"sam i need help with my tie," peter talked into the phone.
"oh little man is getting all fancied up for his date huh?"
"this is serious!"
sam laughed, "alright alright i'll be there in 12 seconds."
peter opened the door for sam who entered in exactly 12 seconds.
"i still can't figure out a tie."
"trust me i've got experience with a tie or two," sam began to tie it while peter nervously tapped his foot, "and also experience with girls."
this made peter sigh and stop tapping his foot. he closed his eyes for a second and thought about you.
"it's not a 'date' date, you know that. i'm professional," peter said rolling up his sleeves of his tight and crisp white button-up shirt.
"sure, sure, but we both know how it goes."
peter furrowed his brows in actual confusion, "no, no i don't know how it goes."
"i give up with y'all. you obviously like each other so tonight is your chance to actually do something about it. it's perfect, like tony practically set you up."
"tony did it for good, practical reasons," peter replied.
"mhm, sounds about right. just go get the girl."
peter began to realise it was his chance. he had to tell you how he felt.
"and the mission?"
"yeah do that too," sam said then left the room.
peter looked at himself in the mirror and said, "phew you got this peter. it's just y/n."
as if planned, you both walked out of your opposite facing rooms at the same time. peter saw you, hair all natural, red lips, bright eyes and a stunning outfit. a dark blue blouse and black slacks, subtle yet absolutely beautiful. and you saw peter, hair neatly gelled, a white button up clinging to his toned upper body perfectly, along with some black slacks as well.
you were first to speak, "you look..."
"...lovely," peter finished. you blushed in reply.
"i was gonna say you look handsome."
"t-thanks...uh should we go?"
"yeah," you reached out and linked arms with him, not needing to put on your act yet but just wanting to feel him.
nat was waiting at the front of the compound in the getaway car to take you to and from the restaurant. it was a long drive, but nothing you and peter couldn't handle. you guys talked and laughed and listened to music while nat just admired you two beautiful humans and was happy her two favourite kids were happy. she drove in silence, smiling and being so content, for once.
you and peter stumbled out of the back of the car laughing.
"hey! good luck! and no fooling around," nat yelled before driving away to park the car.
you two composed yourself before linking arms again and walking into the restaurant.
nat began to talk through the communication system, "okay peter, the reservation is under your name, your table should be right next to the target."
"got it."
you guided peter up to the hostess and she smiled before peter said, "parker. reservation for two."
"right this way."
you guys settled down to order immediately seeing the target man and his lady. you placed your hand on the table nodding toward it so peter got the idea to hold it, which he did. nice peter.
you looked over at the suspicious couple and asked, "your food smells lovely! how is it? we've never been here."
they didn't seem to mind the friendly question.
"oh it's fantastic! to die for," the woman said, the man nodded in agreement.
"great!" you smiled and squeezed peter's hand, he was being shy.
"what a lovely couple you two are! i love young love," the woman spoke again.
"thank you," you smiled at her then peter.
peter blurt out, "yeah we sure are in love."
you exchanged soft and meaningful smiles.
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a little while later the couple next to you got up, which was your time to shine. the woman walked toward the front of the restaurant while the man walked toward the back door with a large duffel bag he had concealed under the table.
"that's your cue," nat said through the com.
"on it," you said. you and peter ran to the back door quickly. you both peeked out the window to see the man look around then drop the duffel behind a dumpster. what a great pick up spot. you and peter looked at each other and chuckled. the man then noticed you and peter, which you noticed.
you looked peter directly in the eyes and said, "i have to kiss you, we are dating so i have to, just be cool."
before you could kiss him, peter understood what was going on and grabbed your waist pulling you into a hard kiss. and it was like a firework ignited. it felt so perfect and right and just felt like the world was just you and peter. it meant something.
the man walked back inside at this point. peter opened his eyes while continuing kissing you, making eye contact with the man, then pulled away.
"uhhhh..."
you laughed, "sorry we were just wanting some uh, some..."
"alone time to make out ya know?" peter finished for you.
"mhm, enjoy each other kids," the man said then walked away.
after he was out of sight you and peter rushed out the back door and grabbed the duffel, running to the main street to get in the car with nat.
"mission accomplished?"
"yeah," you both said in unison crawling into the back seat.
nat has the music playing real low, it was dark outside and you and peter were in complete silence the whole 43 minute ride. the kiss made everything awkward. shit.
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when you got back home you and peter hurried to your rooms, shoving the duffel into tony's hands, who was waiting for you two to arrive.
"hey thanks, have a good time?"
"mhm," you muttered. peter was already heading down the hallway, you following.
"huh," tony whispered.
you and peter exited to your rooms and got out of your dressy clothes into some pyjamas. both sighing and frustrated.
"peter and y/n come to the living area, it's mandatory movie night," friday called over the loud speaker.
"shit," peter said.
"fuck," you groaned.
again you and peter exited your rooms at the same time. stopping slowly just to look each other up and down then retreating to the living area. walking in silence, hands brushing ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable but you both felt the contact anyhow.
you guys arrived to the living room with the other avengers and took your seats. normally you and peter sat next to each other, but tonight, you sat between nat and tony, and peter sat by sam and bruce. there was so much tension in the room and all the avengers knew it. something happened in that restaurant between you two.
after the movie was over, you ran to your room. peter went over to talk to sam.
"uh sam, i need help again."
"ahh so someone got some action."
"no! i mean yeah but-"
"wait for real! i didn't actually think you did but okay pete! way to go."
"look, me and y/n kissed. it was part of the mission, but i think she felt something and i did too, but now it's awkward. what the hell do i do? i love her and need to fix it."
"wow, okay, love is a strong feeling," sam began, "but look, just talk to her. i know that might be hard but it's the only thing you can do."
peter nodded, agreeing.
"now go!"
peter got up and ran to your room. he knocked before walking in, hearing a soft 'come in!'
you were laying on your side on your bed staring at nothing. you didn't notice it was peter yet.
"hey," he whispered.
you didn't say anything back.
"y/n?"
"i do not wanna talk about it!"
"woah! i didn't even say anything yet. hey! look, are we just like, suddenly not friends anymore?"
"yes. of course we are. nobody said we weren't friends."
"but, friends don't sit in a car for 43 minutes in complete silence. friends have conversations. they talk."
"okay peter, let's talk. we kissed. and now everything's awkward and loaded and i don't know how to be around you. is that the conversation you wanted to have?"
peter stood there, not responding.
"didn't think so," you finished. you were sitting upright on the bed now, criss crossed legs. you played with your fingers, trying not to look at peter. he walked over and sat next to you, mirroring your position. he took his hand and hesitantly placed it on your thigh, slowly moving it to interlock with your own hand. and you let him.
"can we just try? try to make it not awkward?"
you nodded slowly.
hey loves, hope u enjoyed part one! this is gonna be a two part series so look out for part two soon! love, juli <3
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Chapters: 10/10
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson
Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Sexual Abuse, escort!au, AU, Wade is a sweetheart as always, Escort!Peter, Tagging as Updated, Slow Burn, kind of, rape mention, Angst, Suicide mention, happy endings, original origins, Bottom Wade, Top Peter, Complete, Prostitution
Notes: High Angst. TW: mentions/suggestions of rape
Chapter 2
It was another lonely, not alone enough night. Peter had done it all tonight, he had topped, bottomed, been fucked like a toy, and now he was staring straight into the barrel of a gun.
Peter gulped and he glanced from the gun to the foggy glass on the table in front of him. If he didn't drink the obviously drugged contents of the glass he would be shot, most likely somewhere non-lethal and raped. If he did drink the contents of the glass then he would still be raped and most likely killed, but hopefully it wouldn't hurt as much.
He carefully took the glass in a shaky hand, the man on the other side of the gun smiled, and that made Peter want to scream and fling the glass at his head. But instead he downed the glass and everything went hazy and then black.
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When Peter woke up there was light filtering through the window. His entire body was sore, and he was laying in a bed that he didn't recognize. Fear spiked through him and he tried to lift himself up but pain shot through his entire body and he fell shaking back onto the soft pillows.
He felt like screaming and he tried but his throat was dry and soar and all that came out of it was a nasty rasp. Peter started crying, tears streamed down his numb face wetting his hairline. He didn't know where he was, didn't know what time or day it was, and he didn't know who was on the other side of the wall. The latter scared him the most.
Peter wasn't a professional sex worker, if he was he wouldn't be in this situation. He was a nerd from Queens that needed cash to get his degree. Older people had always asked him why he hadn't just gotten a day job, the fact of the matter was that minimum wage didn't pay tuition. But now lying desperately in this bed Peter wished he had figured something else out. Wished he hadn't thought sex was the only way out, wished someone along the way had pointed him in a different direction. But before he could fall deeper into his lament there was a soft knock on the door.
Fear lit Peter's body on fire, he didn't want to know who was on the other side. He didn't want to see the person who had done this to him. The door slowly swung open, and Peter promised himself he wouldn't cry. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction. But the first thing Peter saw was a flash of red come through the door. It was Wade, fully dressed in his suit.
"Petey, how are you feeling?" Wade's voice was quiet, and tentative. As if he spoke too loud or too fast Peter might break. Seeing Wade, and hearing his gentle voice made Peter feel such a sudden rush of relief that he burst into tears. He started crying violently, his whole body shaking. Wade panicked, he wasn't the caring nurse type. He killed people for fun, and he didn't handle emotions well. Especially not the emotions of others, especially not the emotions of this beautiful angel who had been burnt so badly.
Wade rushed over to the side of the bed, he didn't touch Peter but he came close enough that if Peter wanted to touch Wade he could. "Peter, baby boy. Listen to me. You're safe, you're in the hotel that we were in last week, and it's Sunday morning."
Peter scrunched up his face, and took in a deep breath. It had only been a single night. He was safe, Wade was here. He couldn't speak, and he didn't have the energy to thank Wade, and there was still so many questions. The last thing he remembered was the gun, and the glass on the table taunting him. He didn't know what was in it, but he couldn't remember anything that had happened.
"Okay Petey, I'll tell you how you got here later, but first we gotta fix you up. I- I didn't want to do anything before. But you don't have any fatal wounds, and I didn't know if you wanted to go to a hospital or not... I personally hate hospitals."
Peter shook his head, the last thing he wanted was to go to the hospital. He would've rather died then have to deal with the bill afterwards. "Okay, can you try and talk?" Peter tried, he tried, but his voice was still a quiet rasp. Wade got up and left, he came back with a glass of water. He helped Peter sit up slightly and fed him the water. It was the best thing Peter had ever tasted, cool, and refreshing, like life was being poured down his burning throat. Wade was slow with Peter, and the room was unbearably quiet. Wade had run out of words. He didn't know what to say to Peter, and the more he looked at the bloody, bruised, stained body of this man who he had come to admire so much the more words evaded him. Wade gave Peter some pain-killers and then asked if he could look at the wounds. Peter nodded, and Wade went about cleaning him up, starting from his face and working all the way down to his thighs. Peter had bruised ribs, two black eyes, a split lip, and he was covered in cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over. He was black and blue and red, and Wade didn't even want to think about the white stains that seemed to be everywhere.
To ease some of the tension in the room Wade took out an old beat up mp3 player, and a small speaker. Peter couldn't help but laugh, the noise he made was more a choked hiccup but the smile on his face made Wade's whole day. Peter couldn't believe the guy had an mp3, it was unbelievably early 2000s of him. The worst part was it wasn't even an iPod, it was a mp3. "Oh my god," Peter rasped out smiling and placing a hand on Wade's shoulder, "you're so old!!"
Wade started laughing, and be pressed play and the speaker started pumping out Elton John's, "I'm still standing" which only made Peter's age comment even more relevant. "I'm not old baby boy. I'm classic," Wade winked which only made the pair laugh even harder.
They sat like that for awhile listening to the music and eventually Peter all bandaged up and with about a 100 grams of pain killers in him fell asleep.
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"YEaH duhh! Of course I need the whole place sweeped. I don't want any of his DNA at the scene, and I sweAR to the fucking writers that his deoxyribonucleaic acid shit is fucking EVERYWHERE!! GET RID OF IT BOB!!"
Peter woke up to Wade's one sided conversation. He felt a lot better, if not for a slight buzzing in his head. He got up and his feet hit the soft hotel carpet. Every part of his body was in a sort of numb pain, but Peter thought Uncle Ben would've said, "Come on Pete, just walk it off son." So Peter decided he should walk it off, obviously he was sure Uncle Ben hadn't thought the injuries Peter would be walking off would be the product of rape. At least he didn't remember anything that had happened.
Peter supported himself on the wall and slowly walked through the door and into the sitting area where Wade was pacing around on the phone, still fully in his suit. Wade looked over and smiled through his mask and then shut the flip-phone. "Hows ya doing baby boy??" He asked coming over to help Peter to the couch.
Peter smiled at the gesture, "You know I'm starting to feel like the old man now with you being such a great nurse." Wade smiled, "Does this mean I get to wear a sexy nurse outfit?!"
Peter started laughing, Wade was such a weird guy. Who helped a freakin male prostitute this much, without so much as asking for a kiss. In fact Wade had barely touched Peter, and he was glad only because everything hurt, especially the memories.
Wade was looking at Peter, he couldn't believe the guy was still capable of smiling after all the shit he'd been through. Wade thought Peter was the most amazing person in the world, more amazing than the Amazing Spider-man, "Wait is that the right timeline?"
"Huh?"
"Hmm? Oh nothing, just talking to myself."
Peter was the only person who didn't question his scars, one of the only people who didn't think his face was the ugliest thing in the world. The fact that Peter had even seen Wade's face was a miracle within itself.
Then all of a sudden Peter was getting up off the couch, "Anyways Wade, I think I should be getting home... I'll pay you back anyway I can okay? Thanks again."
Wade stood up abruptly, "Wait?! YOU'RE LEAVING???"
Peter had his hand on the doorknob, "It's not like I can stay here... I-"
"I would feel a whole lot better if you stayed until you didn't walk like blind Al. Otherwise I'd have to stalk you again... and it's cold outside."
Peter looked over at Wade and lifted an eyebrow, "You stalked me?"
Wade nodded a yup and Peter shook his head smiling, "Well I'm glad it was you and not some freak."
"Baby boy I think that's the first time I've heard a sentence where the word freak wasn't describing me."
Peter laughed softly, "Maybe a freak in the sheets, but definitely not in the streets."
With that Peter accepted Wade's offer to stay awhile. And so Wade helped Peter to the bathroom so he could finally get a shower.
Peter stood in the brilliant light of the 5-star bathroom, and he couldn't believe what he looked like. There was hand shaped bruises on his throat and his hips. Peter knew exactly why his throat hurt so much, and it wasn't just his throat it was all below his stomach. He was glad that his last customer that night had been his fourth, and that he had been prepped before because otherwise Peter was sure it would've been much much worse.
He wanted to cry just thinking about it, it had happened before of course not this severely, but after awhile they all blurred together, those terrible nights, some of them clearer than others. Peter turned on the heavy water in the shower and curled up in the tub as it came down, comfortably soaking him in warm calming water.
Peter didn't realize it, but he was crying. And the water never turned cold, and Peter never remembered to get out of the shower.
Wade paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door. He had gotten the call back from Bob, who told him the job was done. "Good," Wade thought, those guys deserved so much worse for what they had done to Peter.
Wade let Peter spend two hours in the shower, and after the shower still hadn't turned off he had panicked a little bit. What if he's drowned?!! Wade tapped on the door softly.
Peter jerked his head up, the knock reminding him where he was. He got up, and shut off the shower. Much to Wade's relief. Peter dried himself, his skin dyed a satisfying red color from the steamy water. He put on the clothes that Wade had given him, a warm red sweater and an oversized pair of grey sweats. Wade was about three sizes bigger than Peter, and Peter loved it. The clothes were the most comfortable things he'd worn in awhile. In fact Peter had gotten to wearing the sweater Wade had given him a week before almost all the time.
Peter stepped into the hall where Wade was standing, waiting for him, making sure he was okay. Peter came closer to Wade and wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing him into a tight hug nuzzling into his neck, "Thank you so much Wade."
Wade brought his arms around Peter.They fit together so perfectly, as if this was meant to be more. Of course it couldn't be. Peter was beautiful, and Wade was a burnt potatoe. Even though those nights with Peter had been more than satisfying.
"It was nothing baby boy."
Peter looked up at Wade, wondering how after everything he could say it was nothing. This wasn't Wade's job, this was pure charity, and it wasn't even for a good cause. "No Wade, I'm pretty sure you saved my life... what even happened? I don't remember - I- I was drugged."
They moved back into the bedroom, and Wade sat at the foot and sighed loudly. "Okay Petey, so really weird how this whole shabang went down... so... I called you a bunch of times, and you weren't answering. And- nobody does a job for more than three hours... cause eww. So you weren't answering, so I tracked your phone." Wade went quiet then, and Peter was looking at him with those large doe eyes made smaller by the bruises.
"Wh-what did you do?" Peter asked softly.
Wade wiped a hand over his head, "I found you, and they were-" Wade shook his head, he couldn't say it. What he had seen was something he'd rather forget. "So I shot them all in the legs first, and then- you were still alive, so then I killed them. Shot them so they'd bleed out slowly. Waited till they were all dead, and then I brought you here. I got Bob to MODIFY the scene. The cops won't ever know you were there."
Peter sighed his relief. The last detail set his anxieties to bed. Peter took Wade's hand and pulled him closer, "Who ever thought you'd be my knight in shining leather? I'll pay you back eventually."
Wade moved up the bed and layed down next to Peter, "Whatever helps you sleep at night baby boy."
They layed there on the bed for a long time, comfortably. Wade telling Peter knock, knock jokes, and Peter rebuttling with a few puns until finally Peter started drifting off to sleep. "Hey Wade?" Peter mumbled through half lidded eyes.
"Yeah Petey?"
"Could- could you sleep here? Tonight, if- if you don't mind?"
Wade's heart jumped into his throat. Somewhere in the back of his fucked up brain he knew he had been falling for Peter since the day they first met, and now this was bringing it up to the front. "Yeah, of course," Wade whispered softly and he layed down next to Peter, shedding his boots.
Wade didn't try to get any closer than necessary, but then Peter curled up into him draping an arm across his chest, and falling soundly asleep. Wade sighed contendly, and eventually fell asleep with Peter wrapped around him, and it was the best sleep he had gotten in a very long time.
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