#player!tom holland x best friend!reader

[ifortom]

Bad Decisions - T.H. (1)

frat!Tom x Reader - Fake dating AU

Summary: Tom and Y/N, two students with opposite personalities, join forces to solve a problem: they both desperately need a fake relationship to escape different social pressures.

MASTERLIST

W/C: +3K

DAY 0

There is an unknown saying that says that every choice is a loss and that good choices will also hurt. Some may say that the best choices are those that are made calmly and cautiously. Choices made on impulse are the most worrying. Taking a risk without thinking about the consequences and not being sure you can deal with them is dangerous.

But perhaps, thinking too much about a decision to be made is not a good option. Sometimes we need to take risks and be willing to face whatever comes our way. Regardless of the need.

That's why you find yourself on an endless tightrope with only two alternatives: keep walking trying to keep your balance without seeing the end or throw yourself towards whatever can hold you before you hit the ground. That whatever being a brown haired boy with stars in his eyes who you call your friend.

‘’Friend” may even be too strong a word for what defines your relationship with the famous Tom Holland, one of the players on the college football team. Known for his charm and great performance on the field, intelligent, friendly and attentive, these are just some of the qualities that define the boy.

What started as just a pair project on social psychology has become a constant in your life. You and Tom worked hard during class and received a high grade due to your research performance and dedication. But what surprised you was Tom's insistence on staying in contact with you.

No stereotypes but truth be told, you would never have exchanged a single word if it weren't for this project. Despite having already crossed each other's path at times, nothing ever went beyond that.

Today, Tom is curled up on the sofa in your living room with a book in his hands, while you are sitting on the floor with a notebook open on the coffee table. Study dates happen frequently between the two of you. Despite his fame, Tom is very focused on his studies and is months away from graduating in psychology, just like you.

"Can we take that break you promised?" He says without looking up from the book but without reading a single word.

"It's been exactly 20 minutes since we started.'' You said.

"Isn't there a study method like this? You study for a few minutes and take a break?"

"I don't think that's how it works, Tommy" You giggled.

"I'm bored" He says, closing the book and throwing it on the table in front of him.

"Studying isn't supposed to be boring. If it is for you, it means you're not learning anything."

"Seriously Y/N, you can't tell me that studying about catharsis and free association is fun" He looked at you in disbelief.

"Tom, this is literally part of the course curriculum... you should have known this when you signed up."

He huffed and lay down on the couch, looking at the ceiling of your living room.

You even tried to turn your attention to the content in front of you but every 30 seconds he would snort, clearly seeking your attention.

"Alright, you win!" You said, letting go of the pen that was in your hand and turning towards the boy lying comfortably on your sofa. "If my grades drop, it's your fault, and don't complain about yours later." He grinned standing up and sitting down.

"As if there's any chance your grades will drop, smartiepants” You rolled your eyes, sitting on the couch next to him. "I'm hungry. What do you say we order something to eat?"

Just as you thought about agreeing, his cell phone went off. He picked it up off the table and you noticed that it was a video call from Brian, one of the other players on the team.

Tom quickly looked at you who just shrugged. He got up answering the call.

"Where are you, bro?" The muffled sound came from the other end of the line.

"What is happening?" Tom asked while watching his friend, clearly out of control of his cell phone, focusing the camera on everything but himself.

"Bro, the party at Taylor's house, did you forget? Everyone's here. She said she invited you and she seems disappointed that you're not here yet. Where are you?” Tom rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm at Y/N's house." He replied.

"Dude, again? You better be seizing the opportunity and using it to your advantage." Shaking his head, Tom walked to the open balcony door and closed it behind him, making it impossible for you to hear the rest of the conversation.

Even though you know him better now, you also know Tom's reputation around campus. You know that he has been involved with many girls and that he has already broken the hearts of most of them who always expected more from him than he was willing to give.

You also know that most of the kids on the team only think with their other head and not the one above their necks. You know people talk about your friendship with Tom. Everyone thinks you're fucking in secret.

But Tom never took any initiative in this regard. Nor did he show any interest in you in that way, despite the intimacy you very quickly created with each other. There have been a few nights where you shared a bed and even cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. Not to mention the dates you had together but were never named that way.

So everything was always platonic. Two people who understand each other and feel comfortable with each other to share the most intimate moments.

Even though this all happened in just 6 months.

Getting up, you started putting away your study materials, waiting for Tom to say he was going to that party. Surely you lost all desire to study and your only objective from that moment on was to lie in your bed until daylight.

Maybe you could even ask for something to eat and drown your sorrows.

Not 5 minutes had passed and you heard the sliding door to the balcony opening again.

"Hey, did you give up studying?" Tom said looking at the now clean table. His belongings were also already inside the backpack he brought and no longer scattered on the floor.

"Yeah, I thought about going to sleep, actually." Tom looked at you in surprise.

"I thought we were going to order something to eat... then we could watch a movie, that new horror movie you wanted to see just came out."

"It's called Totally Killer..."

"So... what are we waiting for? Would you really rather sleep than hide in my arms when a scene scares the hell out of you?" He said smiling and opening his arms.

"You know I never do that, and if I remember correctly you're the one who has to hide when a movie gets too scary."

"You know that's our secret, don't you?" He said sitting down on the couch.

"I thought you were going to... what's her name? Tina's party?" You said mockingly.

"Taylor, actually. And no, I'm not going there" He said and you sat down next to him.

"Can I know why?"

"You know Y/N... It's Taylor. Taylor Brown."

"Ah, the girl who won't let go of you? I thought she had given up, I haven't heard you talk about her in a while."

Taylor was one of the girls who had created too many expectations after a night with Tom. The problem is that it wasn't just one night. She was one of the only girls Tom almost had a relationship with, they hooked up several times and even hung out together all the time. But just 2 months after meeting you it seems they broke up, with the story that he wasn't ready for a relationship. And since then, Taylor has been looking for any opportunity to be close to Tom.

"She invited me and insisted that I go to the party today. I just spoke to her on the phone..." He sighed, running a hand through his curls. "I don't know what to do anymore Y/N... I made it clear to her that I don't want anything serious but she keeps pushing me."

"Do you want my honest opinion or do you want me to agree with whatever you say?"

"Be honest"

"First of all," You settled down on the couch, facing him, "you shouldn't have hooked up with her at Brian's party two weeks ago. You just fueled the fire even more."

"I was drunk, we kissed. And nothing more than that happened, you know that."

"Yes, I was there helping you when you got sick."

He laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.

"I just wanted to take a break from this. I didn't mean to. I don't want to give her hope. I have so many things to think about and a complicated relationship isn't one of them."

Tom is a person completely responsible for his actions. He was raised like this since he was a child. Despite loving football, he knows the importance of his studies and always seeks to improve himself more and more. He still doesn't know what career he wants to follow, as his talent for football was only discovered in his first year of college, but you're sure that whatever side he chooses will be a success. He knows he gets distracted easily and doesn't want to put anything in front of his main goal right now: graduating.

"If relationships weren't something so complicated, who knows..."

"I don't think relationships are complicated... people are." You sighed, moving closer to him and placing your head on his shoulder. "Relationships should be calm and welcoming. Of course, there is no relationship without problems and that's okay. But we are the problem... we are the ones who complicate things.” Tom gently took your hand that was in your lap and intertwined your fingers.

"Sometimes we overthink things. Relationships should be light. Not a weight we have to carry on our shoulders."

"I'm sorry" he said in a whisper as he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

Tom knows your story. He knows about the relationship you had that lasted 4 years and you swore it was that once in a lifetime thing. He even met the boy who broke your heart into thousands of pieces and left you to glue them back together alone. He didn't know you at the time, he only found out that your ex-boyfriend was his rival from another university a few months after you met and after he commented on the asshole who almost broke his leg during a match.

You and Sean met two months after classes started at a friendly match between the two universities. He accidentally slipped in front of you while running towards the field and you laughed at him. He flirted with you and promised he would take you out for coffee if he won the game.

His team lost but he kept his word.

It's hard to say when the flame between you went out. And this is something you don't try to think about often. Something inside you changed when Sean decided to leave your life. Maybe the broken pieces of your heart were still lying around, waiting to be fixed.

"It's okay... You don't have to feel about it."

"If I could, I would finish him off."

"Oh, how manly. My savior."

You laughed but soon the laughter was replaced by the silence of the apartment. The two of you continued to sit next to each other maintaining physical contact, Tom held your hand firmly and showed no signs of letting go anytime soon.

That was a constant between you. Even the silence was pleasant. Just each other's breath and presence was enough.

"My sister will be getting married in 2 months." You said.

"Woah, already? That's good isn't it?"

"It seems so." You sighed. "I don't wanna go."

"Why?"

"The last time I was home they wouldn't stop asking me about Sean... even after 5 months since we broke up."

Your family loved Sean. Just like you, at one point they were just waiting for you to announce your engagement.

"Do you need support?" He asked.

"I can't ask that of you"

"If you need me to go as your date it won't be a problem, you don't have to deal with this alone."

"Maybe I'll find a boyfriend in two months. Maybe they'll stop asking me about my ex if I show them I've moved on." You joked.

Silence returned and the two of you remained in the same position. As you closed your eyes, enjoying the calm of the moment, Tom's head was spinning with different thoughts.

That's when he found the solution.

“Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

"What?" You said scared, raising your head and looking at Tom's profile. "Are you crazy?" You said laughing.

"I meant... my fake girlfriend." He stared at you.

"Tom, you've got to be kidding."

"I'm serious. Think with me, okay?" He said looking at you seriously, which made the smile fall from your face. "You need to introduce someone to your family to forget about your damn ex. And I need to take a break from Taylor and show her that I'm not available."

"Tom... I don't... I don't think that's a good idea." You said, looking at everything around you except his eyes.

"Look, I'm not going to force you into anything... it was just a thought I had given of our situations." He said, settling back down on the couch.

You felt the air in the room change and Tom seemed shy and embarrassed by what he had just proposed.

"Tommy, this could end badly. I don't want things to get complicated between us."

"You know you don't need to, nothing has ever been like that with us. But it's okay, forget what I said. It was stupid, I don't know what I was thinking." He said, running his hand over his face.

Tom had already let go of your hand a while ago and suddenly you felt the extreme need to hold his again. But something changed and it was strange. He had just proposed a romantic relationship between the two of you. What would that involve? Kisses, hugs, dates... sex?

"Still hungry? Shall we order something?" You said trying to get back into the mood.

Tom got up quickly.

"Actually, I think I'll go. You said you wanted to sleep, so..."

Surprised by his decision, you stood up as you watched him put his backpack on his back.

"Ah, okay. So, can we watch the movie another day maybe?" You said awkwardly.

"Yeah, another day" He replied in the same tone.

Normally, he would hug you when saying goodbye but this time he just shook his head and walked towards the front door. He also left without looking back.

What just happened?

After Tom left you didn't do much. The hunger you felt completely disappeared too. You took a shower with the intention of relaxing your tense shoulders and then lay down on your bed.

Despite your attempts, nothing could put you into a deep sleep. Millions of thoughts were running through your head at the wrong time. How did Tom think of something like that? Does he feel comfortable with you on that level? Wouldn't that be weird? What could happen to your friendship? What is the limit of a fake relationship?

At some point during the night you decided to use your cell phone and browse social media.

Big mistake.

Angela, a colleague from a previous curricular subject had posted a series of photos and videos a few hours ago. The first photo was nothing more than a selfie in the bathroom mirror with another unknown girl. The following photos already included the place and people present at the party. In any other situation, you wouldn't care much about a specific photo, but due to the events of hours ago you felt heat rush to your face when you saw a photo of Tom with his arms around Taylor.

In fact, one of his arms was resting on her shoulders, while the other was on the shoulders of his best friend Harrison. Seemed friendly, just posing for the photo. But knowing their history, it's suspicious. So he went to the party after being rejected? Does what you did count as one?

At that moment you felt something changing inside you. Would it be a bad idea? Despite the short time, Tom has become a constant in your life and you know that he knows you like no one else. Still with your head racing, you left your cell phone aside and reflected a little more before sleep completely invaded you.

...

Due to the time you spent rolling around in bed before going to sleep, the extra 5 minutes before getting up became almost 30. You barely missed the first class of the day, and despite the teacher's ugly face when he saw you enter 15 minutes after hours, it was very useful. Lily, a friend, was already saving your spot.

"What took you so long?" She whispered.

"I'll tell you later." You replied smiling slightly.

The truth is that only one thing was on your mind this morning: finding Tom.

The class distracted you for long enough and when the teacher dismissed the class, you were one of the first to leave the room. Lily didn't even have time to ask you anything else.

You made your way through the halls to the courtyard, heading to the football field at the back of the campus knowing you would find your target there.

He was sitting in one of the lower stands. The sun made the sweat dripping off him shine, he had probably already ran around the field a little. The slightly tight uniform left little to the imagination. Some boys from the team were on the field chasing the ball, while others surrounded Tom.

You walked up to him, holding tight to the strap of your bag, suddenly not feeling as confident as before. When you were a few meters away, Tyler, one of the boys spotted you and tapped Tom on the shoulder getting his attention before pointing to where you were.

Tom looked confused but he got up and ran to you.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Uh, I... I came to see you." You replied embarrassed. What was happening?

"Really?" He said with a playful tone. "I didn't know I was so dear to you" He joked.

"Yesterday you left very quickly and I..."

"I know, I'm sorry about that Y/N. Can we just forget it happened? Forget anything I said?" He cut you off and ran his hand through his hair looking embarrassed.

"Tommy..."

"Look, I need to keep training, the coach might complain and I don't want to get you in trouble." He interrupted you again. "Ah, I think I'm going to have lunch with the boys today, is that ok? We can arrange another day." He was already turning around before he even finished the sentence and fear spread throughout your body.

Was he suddenly avoiding you? Has he felt so embarrassed that the only option he has now is to push you away?

On impulse, you grabbed his hand before he moved further away from you. He turned around and you looked at him.

"I'll do it." You stated.

A/N: And so it begings! I'm really excited and I hope you like it. Don't forget to tell me what you think, feedback is important!

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[lnfours]

summer loving ⎸ t.h (teaser)

summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

au:  based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

wc: a nice intro with 1k words

warnings: none yet, maybe some jealousy, hiding feelings for one another, some fluff and a bit of angst if you squint

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter one ⎸ listen

the summer breeze was warm, salty air as the sun met the water of the ocean. you sat down on the sand, hands brushing over the towel you had laid down so you didn’t get sand all over your clothes. you had been reading, enjoying the peace and quiet as the sun went down. occasionally, people would pass you and smile as they walked the beach with their loved ones or their dogs, but not many people bothered you. 

you were too lost in daydreaming and watching the sky change from blue to a mix of pink, purple and red to realize someone sat down beside you. when you saw a flop of brown curls out of your peripheral, you realized it was just tom.

you and your brother and the holland brothers had been best friends ever since both of your moms had you. you were all like one big family at this point, tom and his brothers being almost inseparable between your brother which would sometimes leave you to hang out with the mom. you we’re complaining, the boys would do their own things sometimes and you and the moms would go get your nails done together or go shopping.

but, the thing with tom was that he’s always had a soft spot for you. whenever the older boys picked on you or was a little out of line, he would always hang back to make sure you were okay or to wipe your tears away and to remind you that you’re ‘way better than those losers’. 

which would make sense as to why you felt yourself growing attached to tom after the years went by, but this summer it felt different. a lot different. and you couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“hey,” he smiled, looking over at you, “knew i’d find you here. you’re always on the beach on your first day.”

you sent him a small smile back, “yeah, i enjoy the peace and quiet.”

his face dropped and he moved to stand again, “sorry, i can go if you-”

“no, no, it’s okay,” you reassured him as he lowered himself back to the ground, “it’s okay. was getting kind of lonely out here, i must admit.”

he nodded, looking down at the book on the towel, “reading anything interesting?”

you shrugged, “depends, would you find a romance between a hockey player and a girl he goes to college with interesting?”

he scrunched his nose, “you were always the one who was into sappy shit like that, no wonder you always hung out with the moms.”

you rolled your eyes as you both let out a laugh, “yeah, i guess so.”

you didn’t notice the way his eyes softened as he looked over at you and studied your side profile. tom was different this summer, and you thought it had to do something between him and his girlfriend breaking up, but he didn’t really seem all that upset whenever he was mentioned. you wanted to pick his brain, be his support if he was going through something.

but just like the other holland boys, he was stubborn as hell. you knew getting him to open up would be a battle. you figured he knew if he ever needed to talk to you, he could. it was unspoken, but the two of you were the closest of the rest of the kids, so it just made sense. 

“you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you smirked over at him, catching him staring. he snorted back a laugh, fishing his phone out of his hoodie as he raised the camera to you.

you let out a laugh, covering your face, “i didn’t actually mean it!”

“oh, come on! i’m sure you’d love a candid to post on your instagram, make you look all sorts of mysterious.”

you shook your head, smiling at the camera as he snapped the picture, “perfect.”

“let me see,”

he snatched his phone back as he raised it over his head, “nope! for my eyes only.”

“tom! come on!” you laughed as you fought with him for the phone. he rose to his feet suddenly before wiggling it over your head.

“you gotta catch me if you wanna see it.” 

you were suddenly up and moving, ready for the challenge. you chased him down the beach as the both of you laughed, the two of you tumbling into the sand in a fight over the phone once more. it was playful, teasing almost as he laughed at you. you hadn’t noticed you were on top of him until your eyes met. you felt your heartbeat quicken as he quickly looked at your lips before locking his eyes back with yours.

suddenly it was like the air grew thick, like you couldn’t breathe. you felt him place a hand on your cheek, the phone now long forgotten about as you let him guide you down to his face. his lips brushed yours, his nose pressing against yours and you could feel his minty breath fan your face. you had been dreaming about this happening for years, your heart pounding against your chest as you thought about what it’d finally feel like to kiss tom holland.

that was until a voice pulled the two of you apart, you scrambling off of him in efforts to hide the fact that you were about to kiss him. 

and there stood sam with crossed arms, an unamused look on his face, “dinner’s ready. the moms want you two back.”

“yeah, yeah, we’re coming.” tom said, his own head spinning as he looked over at you. you sent him a tight lipped smile as he offered you his hand to help you up out of the sand.

“thanks,” you mumbled, grabbing your things from the spot you had been sitting at.

“yeah, no problem,” he said, “c’mon, the dinner rolls are the best when they’re fresh out of the oven.”

you nodded, following him back up the path and to the house wondering how you got into this situation with the oldest holland boy.

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[somewannabez-lister]

Hiding the Truth

Summary: Y/N was dating Tom Holland until all of the hate comments starting causing a drift which led to their very public break up. Soon after their break up Y/N started writing music, thinking of it as an outlet. She released her music faceless as ‘Ella Raine’ not wanting people to judge her based on her relationship with Tom. What she didn’t expect was for her music to connect to people all over the world. After working on herself over the next two years she is finally ready to reveal her face to the world, but what will happen when she gets an unexpected text from Tom?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader (famous!reader)

Warnings: References to Lexi Jayde’s ‘closer to closure’ album (does this count as a warning?), slight angst- not really though, fluffy ending

Word count: 2.2k

“Welcome back from the break everyone!” you heard Jimmy Fallon say through your macbook before he announces the next guest. “Tonight we have a very special guest, who just released her debut album ‘closer to closure’, please welcome Ella Raine through zoom!” Jimmy had finally announced you as the next guest as you were laying in bed waiting to say hello.

“Hey Jimmy! Thanks so much for having me on the show.” Being a popular singer, but having nobody know the face behind the music definitely has its perks. For example, you are easily being able to have a meeting with Jimmy Fallon while in you pajamas while laying in bed.

“Ella it is so wonderful having you on the show! Even though we aren’t able to see the face behind all of our favorite songs, we are so grateful that you were willing to be on the show virtually tonight.” Jimmy was being extremely kind and thoughtful of your wishes not to show your face until you were ready. “Thank you Jimmy, that honestly means so much more than you could ever know.” “Yes of course! Well you have obviously accomplished so much in the two years that you have been creating music for us and you have gained so many fans over such little time. How has that process really been for you?”

You thought about this question and what the best way to answer it would be. “It has been quite overwhelming to be honest. When I started releasing my music I was very insecure because people made me feel like I wasn’t good enough, but over these last two years I have been really working on myself and my confidence and I feel the best I have ever felt in my life and it is all from the support of my fans.” You had never been so vulnerable with anyone other than close friends and family so this was a really big step for you. 

“Thank you so much for sharing that Ella. We all appreciate you opening up. As you have revealed on your Instagram, you are revealing your face after two years behind closed doors. What helped you decide that it was time to take this huge step in your career?” This was a big question and you were going to be very honest with all of your fans because you think it is time that you share bigger details about your personal life. “I used to be in the eyes of the media a lot believe it or not. I used to date someone that is in the public eye pretty much everyday. I started getting a lot of hate from his fans saying I was “too skinny” or that “I wasn’t good enough for him”. That obviously didn’t make me feel good about myself. Over these two years I have learned that you shouldn’t care what other people think about you because they aren’t even major players in your game. If they don’t make you happy, then what is the point of wasting any time and energy on them. I have truly found my confidence and so I am completely ready to show my face to the world.”

“Wow, that is incredible. You have just revealed that people already know what you look like, but they haven’t put your face to you name.” “Yes, although I have been using a fake name for all of my music so that people wouldn’t judge me off of who they think I am. I also look very different than I did two years ago from working out, to experimenting with different hairstyles. I feel a lot better about myself now though. I really don’t think anybody will be able to tell who I am once I show my face unless I tell everyone my actual name.”

“You are really giving us a lot of information right now and I don’t know how much more I can take!” Everyone began laughing. “Yes, well I am done sharing my personal details until I do my face reveal which will be happening on Friday!”

This news shocked everyone. You had told everyone that you would be face revealing sometime within the next week, but nobody knew that it was on Friday. “That is two days from now!” You laughed at Jimmy’s exclamation. “Yes, but I really can’t put it off any longer! Until then though, you guys can stream my album ‘closer to closure’ on all streaming platforms!”

“Wow, well thank you so much for coming on the show Ella. Ella Raine everybody!” After saying your goodbyes, you shut you macbook and checked the time. It was almost 10 pm so you decided to get a snack and get ready for bed.

Just as you were about to get up, you got a text message from your ex boyfriend. You haven’t talked to him in over two years, since the break up. You were extremely confused as to why he would be texting you this late on a Wednesday after not speaking for over two years.

Tom

Hey, I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I was listening to Ella Raine today and this song reminded me of you. Song: Drunk Text Me

This was the last thing you expected from Tom. He just sent you a song that you wrote about him, but he didn’t know that. Suddenly, your snack seemed significantly irrelevant. You decided that you wanted to respond, but you didn’t know what to say. You obviously missed Tom. He wasn’t the reason your relationship crashed and burned. Should you just tell him the truth? “Hey Tom, yea that song reminds me of you too- oh why? Because I wrote it! About you! Isn’t that just so hilarious! Like the Charlie Puth song! hahaha”

Yea no- you couldn’t tell him. You will just respond as if you’ve never heard the song before! Yea, that’s it!

Y/N

Hey Tom, it has been a while since we’ve talked. I’ve never heard of that song or artist before, but I will be sure to listen to the song. :)

Oh no, was the smiley face to much? Should you have sent that? Are you freaking out over nothing? Probably- right?

Tom

...

He’s typing again? He wants to have a conversation? Does that mean he misses me? That’s great!- well now super great, but good, yea good.

I can’t believe you haven’t heard of her. She’s as big as Taylor Swift now!

Wait- that’s not why i’m texting you. I’m texting you because I wanted to know if we could meet up sometime soon.

Did he really just ask you to hang out?

Only because I want that one hoodie that you kept of mine of course!

You knew it was too good to be true.

Y/N

Yea, of course you can have your hoodie back. Do you want to come over and get it tomorrow? I still live in the same apartment.

You. Just. Invited. Your. Ex. Over. What were you thinking?! You obviously weren’t.

Tom

Yea! That sounds great. See you then. :)

Okay Tom was coming to your apartment tomorrow. What’s the worst that could- oh. Oh no. He doesn’t know that you changed your look. You wanted a clean slate and now your ex boyfriend was going to know that Y/N L/N is Ella Raine after Friday.

What did you do Y/N?

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It was now Thursday afternoon and you were waiting for Tom to show up at your apartment. You had no idea what was about to happen, but you had to prepare yourself for every scenario possible.

Before you got to practice even one scenario, he was here. Yippee! No time to study. Just like a pop quiz!

You opened your door to let Tom in. He was facing the other way so all you saw was the back of his head. Once he heard the door open, he swung around quickly and saw your face. 

“Y/N? Is that you?”

You were surprised that even Tom barely recognized you.

“In the flesh.” Tom just continued staring at you in astonishment. He didn’t know how to react with you standing in front of him. You had definitely changed since he’d seen you last and for the better. Tom thought you were stunning before and he did not think you could look better, but you proved him wrong.

“uh- Tom?” He was suddenly knocked out of his stunned state.

“Oh- yes, uhm sorry. Hi.” he stated shyly.

“Hi”, you said with a slight smile. “Uhm come on in!”

“Yea, thanks.” You both walked into your kitchen where Tom’s hoodie was sitting on the counter. You both stood there in awkward silence not knowing what to say or do. 

“So, uh- here is your hoodie back. Sorry for keeping it for so long. I didn’t know you wanted it back since you gave it to me.”

“No, Y/N. I’m sorry, I don’t really want the hoodie back. I texted you because I miss you and I haven’t been able to move on since we’ve broken up. I simply can’t get over you. I keep going on all of these dates, but they never work out because I always compare all of those girls to you. You have set the bar so high in my mind that there is literally nobody that could be my girlfriend better than you could. I know that with our relationship being so public and all of my fans attacking you for being with me it was really difficult, but I think we can make it work this time.”

You were honestly speechless. You obviously wanted to get back together with him, but with you being Ella Raine and him not knowing that made things a lot more difficult. Your face reveal was tomorrow, so if you just told him who you were now and got back together, everyone would just think that Ella Raine and Tom Holland were dating right? Nobody would draw the connection between Y/N L/N and Ella Raine- right?

“Sorry, I know this is a lot and I shouldn’t have just word vomitted all of me feelings up right now, but I really just needed to tell you.”

“I have something going on right now that is making us get back together really difficult right now.”

“Uhm okay well what is it? Maybe we could work around it.”

You really didn’t want to confuse things with him right now. You really want to get back together, but he needs to know the truth before you do that.

“Do you think you could come back tomorrow at 4?”

Tom looked as if he was thinking very hard.

“Well Ella Raine is doing her face reveal at 3 and I don’t know how long that is going to take-” he murmurs to himself under his breath. “I think so- I will try my best.” He softly smiles at me.

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It was finally Friday. The day of the reveal. You were very excited, overwhelmed, and worried all at the same time. What would Tom think once he knows that you are Ella Raine?

You’re doing a live stream at 3 to do your face reveal, so that left you just under 2 hours to get ready. So, you headed to the bathroom to get your hair, makeup, and outfit done.

It was 10 ‘till 3 and you were setting everything up. You had no idea how many people were going to join this stream, or if it was even going to work.

It was now time to start and everything was in place, so you were just going to go for it. 

*ellaraine has started a live stream*

Your face was now officially out there for the world to see. “Hey everyone! Welcome into my first livestream as a non-faceless singer.” You giggled.

Comments instantly started flooding in.

+ Wait-- why is she actually stunning

+ Guys... I did not expect her to be this pretty...

Suddenly... *tomholland2013 has joined*

This is it. This is the moment Tom finds out you’re Ella Raine.

Tom’s POV

It was finally 3.00 on Friday afternoon, meaning I get to see what Ella Raine looks like. When I tried joining the live it was connecting for a few minutes before I was finally let in.

I covered my eyes because I wasn’t ready to see what my favorite singer looks like. Once I uncovered them I saw the best thing that I could have possibly seen. I saw Y/N on the other side of the screen. Now I understand why she wanted to wait until today to talk. It all makes sense now.

Narrator’s POV

You received very positive comments from your live stream and you were very happy with the results. The moment you shut off your live, you heard a banging at your door. Once the door opened and revealed Tom standing on the other side, he immediately stepped towards you and kissed you gently. You were startled at first, but then began kissing back.

Once the both of you pulled away, Tom said, “I’m ready to get back together with you and people don’t have to know that you’re Y/N until you’re ready, but I want you back in my life, as my girlfriend that is. You laughed at his forwardness, but then pulled him back into a kiss to show him that you agree.

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limits of desire⤳t.h.||5

chapter 5: choose a venue

MADE OF HONOR|AU

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the facetime and the instagram pictures

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing,  angsty(a bit), tom is an idiot, alcohol mention, instagram, spanish

word count: 5.9k (whoops sorry)

As usual tell me what you think, the good shit is comiiing

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“True friendship comes when the silence between two people is comfortable.”– David Tyson  “The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.”G. K. Chesterton

Everybody talks about the thin line between hate and love, but nobody truly talks about how there is barely any line between friendships and love. We like to ignore it, really. 

Maybe it is because we think love is that white t-shirt and blue jeans that play the guitar in high school. Or that long hair and pink lips that are working on her project on the school library. When we don’t realize that it might be that sweater that is supporting you, all the time. 

We all have a different vision of love. It comes in all shapes, colours and languages. We imagine it perfectly, with background music and pretty words. And we expect it to come in a certain way. And we are so blinded by our vision that maybe we ignore when it finally comes. 

Tom was ignoring it, at least. He always had. Because for him, there was no vision. He simply believed that love… didn’t exist. So why expect something that simply won’t come? 

And if it were to come, Tom knew that it’d only end in tragedy. He had seen it, plays, movies, books. Always end up in tragedy. Because that was life, love, in reality, ended with the ugly breakup, the terrible argument, the cheating. 

And everything else was crap. It didn’t continue, no. Why bother? He was happy this way. He was controlling his happy endings. 

He even had controlled it with y/n. After their conversation on that bridge, he knew he had done the right thing. Because if that had been ugly any further relationship would’ve been a train wreck. And she didn’t deserve the trainwreck. 

Love ends, that’s the problem. And he didn’t want to end his future with y/n. 

Who believes in fairytales these days? Could he believe in hope? Hope relies on the simplicity of believing and expecting, based on nothing that he could base on real facts. 

He knew there was no line between his friendship and whatever love meant because there was nothing else. Still, it wasn’t a path he was willing to cross. 

Not that he could yet admit to himself, at least. But maybe the night had changed. 

“So I bumped into Andrew, he is back from his honeymoon,” Harrison commented as he was opening up a beer. Harry was opening a bag of crisps, while Sam and Tuwaine were looking at something on Sam’s phone. They were playing a round of poker, as they usually did. 

Tom wasn’t really there, not emotionally at least. 

“He is?” Asked Tom, without really caring as he stared down at his phone. He was expecting a text like he did every day. It had only been two weeks and Tom was already missing her. Y/N had never been a good texter and that had never seemed like a big problem before, until now. His fingers were caressing his phone, tapping anxiously. 

“Weren’t they gonna go out for a month?” Sam popped his head up, with a frown. 

“I don’t know, guess Mon finally got to her senses,” Harrison popped a chip into his mouth. “But honestly, can’t get why they got married, he didn’t even like her that much, Andrew was talking about divorce.” 

“I would’ve divorced as well with such a boring wedding,” Tom barged, faking a laugh. Andrew Jacobs and Monica’s wedding, funny, Tom thought. The wedding that had ruined his relationship with y/n.  It had been one night. Full of doubt and with a single thought that had remained on Tom’s head since a red dress. But one night couldn’t change him. 

“Disaster that wedding was,” Tuwaine agreed. 

They all stared at Tom, they probably all noticed how lost he seemed. Tom sipped his own beer. 

“Ah, c’mon,” Harry laughed, trying to defuse the clear tension they were all noticing. “He just married her because he was anxious that Tom could get her back on a bed. ” 

“And because he realized he’d never get y/n on one,” Sam chuckled. “Wasn’t it awkward? Did he get nervous when he saw her?” 

“I--” Tom paused. “Uh, he was just stiff when we talked to them.” 

“Well, you took away the love of his life, how would you feel then?” Harry pushed. 

Harrison laughed. “I mean, he still married her,” he pointed out. 

“Ah, I wasn’t talking about Mon,” Harry gushed. 

Tom rolled his eyes. 

Tuwaine raised his beer at Tom, laughing as Tom just shrugged. 

“That’s why I don’t believe in marriage,” Tom answered as he looked down at his cards and then eyed his phone again. 

“Marriage isn’t that bad,” commented Sam. 

“Yeah, it doesn’t sound as terrifying when you’re in love, Audrey’s shown me that,” Tuwaine agreed. “I mean, you guys wouldn’t know, you’re all single.” 

“Relationships require commitment, and I can only commit to my work,” Tom shrugged. 

“Please,” Tuwaine laughed. “Okay, you don’t understand how nice it is to have someone who’s gonna be there for you. Whom you want to have for the rest of your life.” 

“It’s nice,” Sam commented, earning a nudge from his twin.

“Shut up, we all know you both have a girlfriend,” Harry complained. Sam smirked as he drank from his beer. 

“Someone who’s there for me? Who’ll be there for the rest of my life...” Tom grinned. “I actually do know it, y/n’s there for me, no relationship required,” Tom pointed out. “You know what else is nice?” Tom stepped in. “Having a different girl every night,” Tom winked at them. 

“Tom’s got the life,” Tuwaine said. “Best of both worlds,  like Hannah Montana.” 

“It’s true, I have a different girl and then I’ve got y/n to hang out afterward,” Tom barged, smirking. “It’s perfect.” 

“Is it?” Haz asked. “I mean, y/n sure loves you and everything, but you really think that’s what she wants?” 

“It’s true, that’s partly why she left,” Harry added. “I mean, you can’t expect her to be there every day, huh?” 

“What do you mean?” Tom asked. He knew what they meant but he didn’t want to accept it. He couldn’t lose her, right? Tom stared at Harrison. “Did you tell them?” 

“Tom,” Sam started. “She is a woman, sure, she loves hanging out with you, but she told you, she wants to share her future with someone.” 

“Ah, c’mon but I’m her best friend,” Tom intruded. “It’s not like she likes me as anything else. We’re friends, and we value our friendship more than some stupid moment.” 

His friends just gave each other glances. How oblivious was he?

“Tom,” Sam snickered. “Remember the wedding.” 

“What?” Tom frowned. “Whatever happened on that wedding,that apparently you all know now,” He frowned. “Was because we were confused, she was leaving, of course we had all type of feelings, we weren’t going to see each other for months.” 

“You’ve been through that situation before,” commented Sam. “Not six months, but still.” 

“But it’s always me leaving, you know? We are aware that I’m coming back,” Tom defended himself. 

“So she’s not coming back?” Asked Harry. 

Tom coughed. “Yeah, she is, she is.” 

“Then?” asked Tuwaine. “Why did that happen?” 

“I mean, the song did all the job, it’s like we were blinded by the moment,” Tom mumbled.

Harrison shrugged. “Blinded, or more like you were an idiot.” 

Tom glared. “Whatever. But we agreed that we couldn’t kiss--or whatever because it’d be stupid, friends don’t kiss and if we had kissed, we would’ve had to grow apart and neither of us want that.” 

Harry rolled his eyes. “Are you sure that it’s not only you who doesn’t want to grow apart?” 

“She doesn’t want to grow apart,” Tom defended himself. “We love each other, we’re friends.” 

“Then why did she leave?” Harry asked. 

Tom sighed. “Because it’s her dream! She is out there living her best life, that night has nothing to do with it, it was already decided.” 

Haz smiled sadly. Tom knew Harrison knew more than he did. For some reason, that bothered him because maybe Tom was well aware of it. He knew he was, but sometimes it’s better to stay ignorant. 

“Then that night?” Tuwaine asked.

Tom scowled. “It was stupid.” 

He didn’t know why his friends were suddenly turning against him.

“I mean,” Tuwaine sighed. “When she...when she was telling you her fake vows…” 

“She didn’t mean them,” Tom pushed, angrily. 

“Maybe not the actual words,” Haz agreed. “But… C’mon man. You told me everything that happened, didn’t you see what she was doing?” 

Tom looked away. “She--Where are you going with this?” 

“You really don’t see it?” Asked Sam. 

Tom knew it. Tom was well aware of what they were talking about, but if he had ignored his own poisonous thoughts, he could ignore theirs. 

“The thing you guys don’t understand,” Tom raised his voice, he finished his beer. “Is that whatever happened that night, confusion and all means nothing, we won’t let a stupid moment ruin us. We’ve been, we are and we will still be friends, and that’s why we won’t let any bullshit ruin us, alright? She’ll be there for me, and I’ll be there for her, that’s it.” He slammed his hand on the table. He stood up, shaking. He didn’t know why exactly he was sweating, but he had to walk to the nearby window. He opened it to get some fresh air. 

“Calm down, man,” Harrison walked over. “We know you guys are friends.”

Tom gulped. “Yeah, friends.” 

“Yeah,” Tuwaine said. “You’re there for each other.” 

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, we’ll keep on being friends, like we were before.

“But you really think that’s her idea of happily ever after? Coming home to you after you’ve got laid?” 

“No, I mean, we just hang out, you know?” He pushed. “Like we’ve done it. 

“It’s been easy because she’s been single, though,” Harry added, as he opened up another beer and handed it to Tom.

“Well, she hasn’t been single that much,” Tom cleared his throat, sitting back down. “Can we go back to playing?” 

“Ah, please, I just remember like 2 guys she dated, and none of them were serious,” Harry continued. “So, you haven’t really worried about that.” 

“And I wouldn’t, she’s my best friend, I would only worry if I saw they were assholes,” Tom said. “I mean, c’mon, she’s… She can date whoever she wants to, right?” 

“Eh,” Tuwaine tilted his head with a laugh. “She technically can, but bro, in all honesty, you scare them away.” 

“No, I don’t,” Tom laughed. “How could I?” 

“Well,” Haz popped in. “I mean, you go all protective, and whenever they see the one and only Tom Holland spoiling her and being around all the time, and hugging her and being all touchy.” 

“I’m just letting them know how they should treat her, I mean she deserves the best,” Tom shrugged with a smirk. “Look, if they’re scared it’s their fault, we’re only friends.” 

All of them laughed.

“So, okay, okay, what would you do if y/n came back with a boyfriend?” Sam asked. 

“Nothing, be happy for her, of course,” Tom shrugged. 

Harrison laughed, clapping his hands. “Dude, you can’t stand seeing her with somebody.” 

“I can.” Tom scowled. 

“You’re too afraid of losing her,” Harrison said, with a smirk. “Probably not only as a friend.” 

“Makes you think, huh,” Tuwaine said, glancing at Tom. 

“It’s different,” Tom defended himself. “We are friends.” Tom’s phone started to vibrate. “Sh!” He yelled to his friends and brothers who actually weren’t making any noise. They all rolled their eyes as Tom finally had a small smile back on his face.  “I have to take this.” 

He answered the call from his best friend. 

“Hey!” He answered with the biggest smile on his face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m with the boys, poker night! How are you?” 

“Makes you think,” Tuwaine repeated, as they all watched him walk around talking to her. 

Seemed like everyone was aware of the situation. Everyone except for, of course, Tom. 

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Tom felt numb. As if the two weeks after the wedding had been just the trial and now he was paying for it. He was living the prime version of not living with y/n. True, they had been apart before. But it felt...different. 

He was busy, too, of course. Working out, learning his lines. But everything, he would have to pause. Sleepless nights, and cold sweat.                                      

Texts and FaceTime were doing him no better, he felt like with each time, he was feeling worse, he needed more. He considered visiting her but his schedules didn’t work. Tom missed her so much,  so as the Sunday passed by he was getting tired of having barely to none communication. 

Their conversations usually went so fast, and it took her a lot to text him back. But she’d tell her about her day, her new friends, her time there. It was fun, but it was too little, and with each text, he would miss her even more. so he decided it was time to get back to his routines, get his mind off of her for a bit. 

He constantly forgot about the time difference. As that time when he had facetimed her, and she had answered even if she was too tired. 

“Y/N!” 

“Tommy…” she had answered with a yawn and with a smile, putting on her earphones. 

“How’s it going? Have you drank too much tequila?” Tom asked, gosh she looked beautiful. “Were you about to sleep?” 

“Hmm…?” She rubbed her face as she was looking at him.

“Sorry, you didn’t answer my text and I was worried but you’re fine right?”

“Tommy it’s 3 am and I’m honestly super tired…” she sounded tired, and she looked even more tired. “But I’m fine, thank you for worrying.” 

“Needed to hear your voice,” Tom said, not knowing where that had come from. He needed to see her, too. He needed to hold her. 

“I miss you, too, Tommy,” she whispered before yawning. 

“You won’t believe this!” Tom said, there was a silence, as she closed her eyes. “Y/N?” 

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I’m listening, with my eyes closed.” 

“No, no, you go back to sleep, I’ll call you later, it’s okay,” Tom understood. 

“No, tell me,” y/n insisted, opening her eyes. 

“Well, you see, I…” And Tom didn’t know why he had called her. There was barely any reason to call her but to call her per se. The thought alone of just seeing her was the only necessary thing. “Sorry, honestly, I just.. Needed to talk to you.” 

“Can’t leave without me, huh, Thomas?” She joked and a gentle smile appeared on her face, she looked so cuddly, and Tom couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to brush his fingers against her hair. “Now you know how I feel whenever you leave to film.” 

“Yeah, now I do, I’m leaving in a few days, too,” he gulped. “This sucks, how do you do it?” Tom grinned, as she closed her eyes.

“I guess I always remember you come back?” She said, and then yawned again. “It’s easier being the one who leaves, now I see, I’m busy.” 

“Gosh, next time I’ll be sure to be more considerate,” Tom started, because he truly was understanding the pain she was going through. “No, but honestly, how’s it going? Is it sunny? It’s not sunny here, it’s been raining a lot,” Tom rambled. “I don’t know, the days have been so long, and it’s been what? A month? Almost 2? Gosh, y/n I haven’t been eating proper desserts, like seriously, and okay, you won’t believe this that sushi restaurant we like? The one besides the coffee shop we hate? It closed! And they opened a Pub, we should go there when you come back, right?” 

And she was silent. 

“Y/N?” Tom kept speaking, she jumped and opened back her eyes. 

“Sorry, Tommy, care to repeat that?” She tried to keep her eyes open, and Tom just felt his heart warming up. 

“No, go back to sleep, we’ll talk later, okay?” Tom wanted to hold her, to hug her. He suddenly had the urge to place small kisses all around her and to just be there for her. “Love you,” those words came so naturally when it came to her. 

 “Love you, too, Tom,” she said before hanging up. 

He was left dumbfounded and he was being irrational. He did what he did best, he hooked up with someone, but even then, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. 

Their facetimes would consist of three-minute calls, or her declining them, or Tom being busy. Yeah, it wasn’t working. She didn’t have time at all for him. But she’d make time to talk to him. Yet, still, it wasn’t enough for Tom. 

Sometimes he’d even get no texts at all because she’d be in places where there was no signal. Those days would be the worst. Tom was losing his mind, no other girl seemed to understand him. And it couldn’t be, he was missing y/n way too much. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t concentrate. And he was noticing how whenever he got a text, his heart would skip a beat whenever his phone vibrated and he saw her name. 

So, he changed his rules a bit to start. Because he needed to change everything, not even sleeping around helped. Nothing was helping. He went out on dates and took them to the places where he used to hang out with y/n. 

Like that time he went to buy some clothes with a girl he had been hanging out -sleeping- with for more than 4 nights. He asked her to go shopping with him. So as he was trying on clothes, he was expecting the girl, Andrea was her name, to be his hype girl but when he walked out of the dressing room she was far away, checking stuff out for herself. 

He felt weird, he was used to y/n to stay outside to hype him up or judge his clothes.

Huh, it had been weird. 

Or that time he went to an arcade to play with Sandra and expected her to be super competitive and play with him, but she was rather on her phone, not paying attention. 

Also, the time he tried to get another girl, Julia, to play board games with him and some other friends, and she was just not having it. She had been rude, and objecting about how stupid it was to play board games. 

The dates kept getting worse and worse, like that time he went out with Lorraine, they were gonna go for a dessert. Tom’s and Y/N’s favourite bakery. 

“The waiting line is so long,” Lorraine had complained. “And I can’t have that much sugar.” 

“C’mon,” Tom said. “You’ll love it.” 

“But we have to wait,” Lorraine had pouted. 

“Let’s play a game!” Tom suggested. “Okay, uh, you have to guess what I wanna have!” 

“What for?” She had asked. 

“C’mon!” Tom insisted. 

“Uh, I don’t know, a cookie?” Lorraine asked, crossing her arms. 

“No, but you have to be more specific!” 

“Uh, a big cookie?” 

Or that other time, with Emma, while going out for lunch, while ordering dessert, she had ordered the same dessert as him, making him lose his balance. She didn’t complete him. 

There was a time Tom considered going to search for her. He had received some great news, but truly, they didn’t matter if she wasn’t okay. 

“Hey! y/n I just called you because I-”

“Tom?” She answered. 

“Hey!” His smile brightened up as soon as he listened to her. 

“Hi,” her voice was the music he needed to listen to. 

“So how’s it going?” Tom asked her. 

“Tom? I ----uh, it’s kind of…. Not a good---The signal- it’s not---I can’t---- Not good time, went to the nearby town and-” she answered, her voice was being cut.  

“Y/N?” He asked “Are you okay? Want me to go there? I mean I can take the next flight.” 

“Tom-it’s raining- I can’t hear you-shit, the truck-shit.” 

“y/n?” 

“I’m okay, I’m okay, shit-oh damn, Tom? Hey- Imma have to call you back.” 

“Love you-” She had hung up before he had finished the sentence. 

Sooner or later, the texts were ceasing. And her absence was making Tom anxious. And somehow, he knew what was up but admitting it wouldn’t help, not now. Because admitting it would be finally giving up to the whim he had kept for long. With illusions and kisses on cheeks hiding the truth.

Cold showers weren’t helping, her pictures on his house were also the constant reminder that she wasn’t there, their picture as his phone background was like a stab in his heart. And he didn’t want to be dramatic, oh but he was being dramatic. His thoughts were impeding him from having a normal life, and not even sleeping around was helping him. Everything had summed up to her. All his aspects. He couldn’t work, he couldn’t keep on living normally. 

His playboy life wasn’t helping him at all, he couldn’t get his head off her. It was like she’d just sneak into his thoughts every night. He almost said her name once, how awkward that would’ve been.

But he kept sleeping around, keeping it fresh and making it way too difficult to even make someone think he missed her. So he’d wake up in different beds, with different women with the agony that none of those women was her. 

Gosh, he even had lunch with her mother just to have something remotely close to her. But he kept denying it to himself because y/n was his best friend. Nothing else, he couldn’t ruin his entire relationship with her for some dumb feelings. 

And there it was, the word that was so difficult to say. And people were noticing Tom’s weird behaviour, too. 

His friends and brothers were pushing him about it, ‘you’re weird since she left’, but Tom would deny it. He’d keep giving him lame excuses, not losing his playboy vibe. He’d give excuses that he hadn’t slept all night, he had partied all night, that he was too focused on a new script, that he was thinking about anything else. And they wouldn’t keep on bothering. 

He tried to box it away, it didn’t work, he tried to sleep it away, it didn’t work. Nothing, nothing worked. 

He had left to film another movie, so at least for a while, he’d be able to get distracted. And he was gone for September and October.  And that didn’t help. Because if anything, it’d be worse, he didn’t have any communication with her.

But at least, he could blame his work, and he had done the only thing he knew, he had committed to his work. 

There were fewer calls, and then it stopped. They didn’t call each other anymore. He was actually quite nervous each time he texted her, conscious on every emoji, every word and being afraid to double text. Afraid to start conversation or afraid to lose it. 

 And suddenly, he started seeing pictures on her Instagram, and she wasn’t alone. 

Of course, he didn’t expect her to be alone. But of course, seeing her with new friends, new people, made Tom think. He was jealous, he couldn’t deny that. And oh god, of course, he wanted her to be happy, but her communication had reduced. So it made Tom quite the anxious mess he was. Maybe she had left him for good. 

There was a guy in those pictures, he was good looking. He was tall, handsome, tanned, handsome, hazel-eyed, handsome, bearded, handsome. He was perfect. Big muscles, amazing smile. He was the definition of a perfect guy. And they appeared together on way too many pictures. 

So Tom had asked her about it. 

“Oh, that’s Miguel! He’s the guy who saved me the day my truck broke down, he’s super nice, you’d love him.” That was her text. 

No, he wouldn’t love him. Because he had replaced him. No more pictures of y/n and Tom filling her Instagram. It was him. Whoever that idiot was. 

And of course, the guy had his account private and was not going to follow him. Most of the pictures were innocent, selfies. 

And then the not so innocent ones started. Kisses on cheeks, hand-holding, hugging. 

There was one that simply made Tom lose it. His lips were on hers. 

His skin was all cold when he had seen it. He had to pause. Everything went blur. His worst fear.  He threw his phone to his bed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It couldn’t be. He took a cold shower, it had been his imagination. 

Except it wasn’t. And he refreshed it once, and twice, and three times more. It was there. It was still there. With her lips on his, and his on hers and with the quote: 

““Yo ya era así antes de que tú llegaras, caminaba por las mismas calles y comía las mismas cosas. Incluso antes de que llegaras yo ya vivía enamorado de ti y a veces, no pocas, te extrañaba como si supiera que me hacías falta”- Julio Cortázar.”

He quickly had to copy and translate it: 

“I was like that even before you arrived, I walked the same streets and ate the same things. Even before you arrived I already lived in love with you and sometimes, not a few, I missed you as if I knew I needed you.”

Tom cursed under his breath. Why was this happening? He was in such a state of shock. It couldn’t be. 

He didn’t know what the hell he could do. So he read the comments on their pictures.  Some of them, he agreed with. 

“Where’s Tom? 👀👀👀👀” 

“I need to see you with Tom again 😫😫” 

“💔💔💔”

“Who’s that? I want my tom/yn content again 😭” 

“Did tom and her break up? I mean I think they weren’t dating, but???👀”

“I guess this confirms it tom+y/n=💀”  

“Nooo, you should be with Tom 💔”

Some of them, he despised them. 

“Who’s that hottie? You guys look so cuuuute! 💕💓” 

“Y/N living her best life💕” 

“My new ship 💗” 

Scrolling through the comments gave him a headache. He needed to go for a walk. He ended up walking in the park, and then sitting down, then walking, until he ended up watching old couples walk in there. 

He had received texts from all his friends, he even had missed calls from them. Tom guessed they were trying to know how he was doing. Because they weren’t oblivious to the situation. And Tom wasn’t either. 

He kept watching the couples, trying to understand why he had been hiding it. He was still trying to. A couple, in particular, caught his eye, an old couple laughing while eating ice cream. They were about 80 years old, with matching sweaters, they were adorable. Both were poking ice cream on each other’s faces and then licking from the other’s ice cream. They were having fun, and they looked so in love. 

Tom smiled, as the old man was tickling his wife, she laughed so much that accidentally dropped the cone. The old man tried to bend and clean it down, but Tom approached them and cleaned it himself. 

“Oh, thank you,” the woman said, as she offered a smile to Tom. “Thank you, sorry for making a mess.” 

“No problem, you guys are adorable,” Tom winked at them, and the old man nodded. “So in love, huh?” 

“After all these years, very much so,” the man agreed. “She is my best friend.” 

Tom had felt a stab again. It had made him think, they were in love and they were doing just fine. Maybe being in love wasn’t something he should be afraid of. 

The only text he sent to his friends was: poker night tonight. They were all on time. They had been careful since they had arrived. For the first time, they were playing quietly. 

Tom hadn’t addressed the elephant in the room. He was not focused on the game, one where he had already lost once, he kept thinking about it. Sam, Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine were staring at him, and he hadn’t even noticed. 

He was just looking down at his cards, biting his lip. He was drumming his foot, nervously. A ‘ding’ was heard and Tom was quick to glance at his phone, nothing important. It wasn’t her. 

“Tom,” Harrison finally broke the silence. 

Tom looked up with concern. “Yeah?” 

“Tom, it’s your turn, idiot,” Harry said. “Dude, we’ve been waiting for about 5 minutes.” 

“What-what?” Tom shook his head to get out of his trance. “Oh, right, eh, I double it,” Tom answered. 

“Thomas, we’re playing UNO,” Sam laughed. “What’s up?” 

“We… are what?” Tom was confused as he double-checked his cards, no, they weren’t UNO cards. 

“Oh god, you fell for that one?” Sam frowned and snorted. “What’s up?” 

“Yeah, what’s the matter?” Tuwaine pushed the question. 

“I don’t know,” Tom downed his beer. “I think. I don’t know.” 

They all gave each other glances. 

“Let’s...play something else,” Tom stood up. 

“Like...what?” Harry frowned. 

Tom walked around the table. They started to give him some options to play but he wasn’t listening. 

“Did you see her picture?” Tom finally wailed. 

Harry gave Sam a smug smirk. “Told you,” he mouthed. 

Tuwaine bit his lip. “Yeah, handsome lad.” 

“How long have they been dating?” Harry asked. “I mean, I’ve seen pictures of him since August, but I guess she just confirmed it.” 

“Has anyone followed him?” Sam asked. 

Tom clenched his jaw as he ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath. “Do you think it’s serious?” 

“No, it can’t be, she’s coming back, they’ll probably break up before she leaves” Haz assured him. “Have you asked her about it?” 

“No,” Tom answered. “I don’t...I…” 

“I facetimed her,” Haz continued. Tom felt his heart sink. He hadn’t factimed with her for a long time. “She told me about him.” 

“Really?” Tom gulped. “What did she say?” 

Haz shrugged. “Just that he’s nice, but, she didn’t say anything I haven’t heard about other guys.” 

“He--He--He can’t, he is--ugh,” Tom wanted to scream. “I haven’t talked to her.” 

“But why would she post a picture kissing him just as she’s about to leave?” Questioned Sam. 

“Say goodbye?” Tuwaine suggested. 

“Did you guys translate what it said?” Tom frowned. “It’s… ugh and then he just commented that he loved her and…” Tom started rumbling under his breath. “ I missed you as if I knew I needed you,” he said under a high mocking pitch. 

“Why does it bother you?” Haz teased.

 Tom ran a hand through his hair. 

“Yeah, I thought you didn’t care if she dates,” Harry insisted. 

Tuwaine raised his eyebrow. “Yeah, man, weren’t you cool with it?” 

He stayed quiet and didn’t look at them. He turned around to try to come up with the right way to phrase it. 

“I think… I think I-- have feelings for y/n,” Tom finally stated. 

They all stared at each other and contained their laughter. Tom frowned. That was definitely not the reaction he expected. 

“Fina-fucking-lly!” Harry said. “Took you so long to realize.” The four of them laughed. 

“You don’t say,” Tuwaine bothered him with a smug smirk placed upon his face. 

“That’s brand new information!” Sam teased.  

Tom felt attacked as he walked away, rubbing his face to try and make himself get back on his senses. “Something is off without her and…”

They all stood up, still laughing. Harrison’s smirk was the widest as he watched him. 

“Took you quite a while to notice, huh?” Harrison asked Tom, playfully slapping him. 

Tom frowned. “I mean, I’ve been thinking, and I think there’s more to life than just sleeping around,” Tom continued. They all widened their eyes. 

“Woah, y/n’s got him bad, Tom, need another beer? I’ll bring another beer,” Harry left to the kitchen to bring him another beer, one which Tom accepted quickly. 

“I...think I’m not following,” Tuwaine said. “You’re serious? Is Tom Holland willing to give up his playboy life?” 

“I… can’t get her out of my mind,” Tom continued. “I mean, I’ve been hanging out with other women, and no, I just… keep thinking about her, and how I should’ve kissed her and fuck-it’s I can’t, she’s… Just… yeah.” 

“You’re so good with words,” Harrison commented, rolling his eyes.

Tom sipped of the beer as he leaned against the wall, cold sweat running down his face. His heart beating fast, almost popping out his chest. “I don’t know what to do,” Tom’s voice was breaking. “I don’t know how to feel, what to do.” 

“Tell her,” Sam suggested. 

Harry nodded. “Tell her,” Harry insisted. 

“Guys, I’m serious.” 

“We fuckin’ are, too!” Haz insisted. 

“What about the stupid tan, big and handsome boyfriend?” Tom said with disgust. 

“Man, really, it probably is nothing serious!” Haz assured him

Tuwaine nodded, nudging him. “Yeah, don’t sweat it, really.” 

Harry rolled his eyes. “And he’s not Spider-Man.” 

Tom laughed. “Yeah, right.” 

“Man, he’s not you, he doesn’t know her the way you do,” Sam told him. “Please! You guys are perfect for each other.” 

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way? I can’t lose her,” Tom explained. “I guess I know that having feelings for her and not being reciprocated… would end us.” 

“Look,” Haz started. “She basically told you she wanted something more, but she didn’t want to push it because she knew you’d leave her.” 

“I… I know, and I don’t want it right away, I wanna do it right, whole dating thing, you know?” Tom started. “I wanna be with her.” 

They all smiled. 

“Yes, chill,” Haz stood up in front of him, taking him by the shoulders. “Man, relax, she’ll be back in weeks.” 

“Right, so I’ll tell her,” Tom nodded. “What do I tell her?” 

.Harry slapped his brother. “Just how you feel dickhead.” 

Tom frowned. “I don’t… I”

Tuwaine chuckled. “Use some of her words, the whole ‘I’ve always thought that I was wrong’, that kinda shit, she’ll love it, ‘specially because you’d show her you care.” 

Tom nodded. “Right,” he cleared his throat. “I tell her, hey, y/n I’m in love with you, and I wanna be with you, not marriage, of course,” Tom cleared his throat. “Let’s date, let’s… be together, fuck-I’m in love with y/n.” 

They all went quiet, and their laughter had ceased. Suddenly, they had turned serious. 

“You’re in love?” Asked Sam. Tom turned red. 

“Since the day I met her.” 

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[sluttywonwoo]

the bet || j.ww x reader

Summary: you help your boyfriend’s best friend win a bet against your better judgement

Warnings: swearing, lil bit of jealousy, light smut (18+) 

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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“Hey, can I ask a huge favor?”

You hoisted yourself up from your beach towel onto your elbows and pulled down your sunglasses to glare at the boy in front of you. You narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. What could Kim Mingyu possibly want from you?

“What is it?”

He ran a hand through his still-wet hair awkwardly. “Um, the boys and I are about to play a game of volleyball, and we’ve bet some money on it…”

“Okay?”

“And, well, it’s me and Hansol against Wonwoo, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan. Wonwoo’s their best player and I was wondering if you could distract him? So that we have a better chance of winning?”

“Distract him… how?” you asked, not fully understanding.

“You know… whatever it is you do that drives Wonwoo crazy. He’s your boyfriend, I’m sure you know how to wind him up.”

“You mean you want me to get him hard during your game?”

Mingyu nearly choked at that. “Um, I mean pretty much, yeah. Just do something that will throw him off his game.”

“So you want me to help you guys cheat?”

“It’s not technically cheating.”

“I think your definition of cheating is much looser than mine.”

“So is that a no?” he asked.

You thought about it for a second. “Is there anything in it for me?”

“We’ll give you a cut of the winnings.”

You found yourself grinning. “How much did you guys bet?”

“Two hundred if they win, three hundred if we win. Basically whoever’s on the losing team has to cough up a hundred bucks.”

“Jeez, I can’t believe Wonwoo is risking that much on a stupid game.”

“Are you upset?”

“No, it’s his money he can do whatever he wants with it. I just think he’s a dumbass.”

“Not arguing with that.”

“Do you need me to remind you that you’re betting the same amount?”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “So you’ll do it? For a hundred?”

“Yeah, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Pleasure doing business.” Mingyu smirked and held out his hand for you to shake. You rolled your eyes at the formality but shook his hand anyway, just as Wonwoo came up to the both of you and clapped Mingyu on the shoulder.

“What are my best mate and my best girl talking about?” he asked, leaning down to kiss you.

“I wanted to go swimming, but Mingyu said you guys are about to play volleyball?” You piped up before Mingyu could say anything. Maybe you should’ve felt guiltier than you did about lying to your boyfriend and for what you were about to do, but hey, a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars . And if everything went according to plan, you’d be getting some good dick too. A win win.

Wonwoo frowned a little bit. “Oh yeah, sorry. Wanna play, love?” he offered. “There’s still some room on Mingyu’s team.”

You made a face. “What about your team? Can’t you make one of your other team members switch?”

He winced. “I love you, y/n, but you’re shit at sports.”

Any trace of remorse left over what you’d agreed to do dissolved in that moment. He fucking deserved what he was about to get.

“The stupid game is that important to you? Asshole,” you scoffed, and put your sunglasses back on before laying back down on the towel.

“Y/n,” Wonwoo whined, and crouched down next to you. “I-”

“Go play your fucking game.”

He stood back up, but lingered for a moment. You could tell he felt bad, but you weren’t having it. “Wanna go swimming after?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“Sure, whatever.”

You could tell he’d walked away when the shadow over you disappeared. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you were a little pissed about the comment he’d made. Were you shit at sports? Yes, definitely, but could he have at least pretended to love you enough to be on the same team as you? Also yes. He should’ve known you were going to say no anyway.

While you were still fuming you hadn’t even realized the boys had started the game. Not even a minute in and you were already slacking on your end of the bet. You propped yourself back up for a moment to watch. You could see why Mingyu had asked for your help. Wonwoo and his team were dominating so far, and you couldn’t help but admire how fit your boyfriend looked as he served the ball to the other side of the court. You licked your lips absentmindedly, ready to pull him back to the car right fucking then.

You forced yourself to stop watching the game stood up from your towel, brushed yourself off, and began walking towards the water. You made sure to pull your bikini bottoms as far up your ass as you could in the process just to get Wonwoo’s attention as you walked past the volleyball net. Sure, you’d agreed to go swimming with him after the match, but you’d never promised to wait for him.

As you made your way down to the shore, you noted that not only Wonwoo’s head turned to watch you walk, but all five of the boys cast their attention away from the game and towards you. You glanced behind your shoulder for a second, and caught Mingyu’s smirk. He took advantage of Wonwoo’s lapse in concentration to spike the ball back over to their side and score a point.

You heard some yelling and protestation, but pretended to ignore it and continued to wade into the water.

It was warmer than you thought it would be, and deeper. There was a steep drop a few feet in that you might have tripped over if you weren’t careful. You only ended up staying in the ocean for a few minutes; Wonwoo couldn’t really get distracted by you if your whole body was submerged underwater. You weren’t there to swim around anyway, just to get your bathing suit wet so it would stick to your body.

You’d worn one that didn’t have pads in it so you knew that once you got out of the water the whole beach would be able to see your nipples poking through the fabric. You didn’t have a problem with that. Wonwoo might.

While you were down there you got your hair wet too, just for good measure. Might as well pull out all the stops since a hundred dollars were on the line.

You weren’t sure what the score was by the time you made your way back up to your towel, but you didn’t make an effort to ask. What you did know, though, was that Wonwoo was getting frustrated. Even from where you were you could see that his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed.

The opposing team seemed to be doing just fine though, and you stopped to watch them high-five each other after Mingyu scored another point by slamming the ball over the net onto Wonwoo side of the court.

“Damn, nice one, Gyu!” you called out from where you were standing, giving him a big smile and thumbs up. It was sort of dorky, not to mention a cheap shot, but if you knew Wonwoo as well as you thought you did, it’d be the perfect thing to rile him up.

“Thanks, y/n!” he shouted back and winked, ignoring the weird look Hansol gave him. “It’s about time you started rooting for the winning team!”

You struggled not to laugh when you looked back over to the other side of the court and saw all three boys scowling at Mingyu. You didn’t even know why he needed you in the first place, he knew how to push their buttons so well already.

Wonwoo’s fists were clenched now, and he looked this close to tackling his best friend to the ground. The two of you weren’t even flirting with each other, not really, but Wonwoo was the most competitive person you knew and it wasn’t always the best color on him. For you to be cheering for the team that he’s not on, and for that team to be winning- there was no doubt in your mind that he was royally pissed. Not to mention, that you just so happened to be cheering for his attractive best friend who may or may not have mentioned having sex dreams about you once or twice in passing.

It was good, but it wasn’t enough. Soonyoung made some offhand comment about how close the scores were so you knew you needed to keep going. You turned your attention away from the game again and lowered yourself down on your stomach on top of your towel and casually undid the strings of your bikini top to “sunbathe”.

If anyone asked it was so you didn’t get tan lines on your back, it was something that a lot of women did. In reality, however, you didn’t give a shit about tan lines, you just wanted to see how Wonwoo would react.

You pulled out your book to read while you tanned, tuning back into the game every once and a while to see how it was going. You could hear Soonyoung and Seungkwan yelling at Wonwoo to ‘pay attention’ or ‘snap the fuck out of it’ and smiled to yourself, excited for what was to come.

After several more minutes, your bathing suit was almost dry and you were starting to fall asleep on your towel. The volleyball game was taking way longer than you anticipated and you just wanted Mingyu and Hansol to win already. You didn’t have any other ideas to distract your boyfriend so you hoped they could pull it off.

Then, what you would call a fucking miracle happened. You were still nearly dozing off on top of your book when a pink Frisbee landed on the sand right in front of your face.

“Sorry about that!” called the voice of its owner and you squinted to see him jogging over to you. A few of his friends weren’t far behind and they all congregated in a little group in front of your towel. They looked to be about your age, maybe a little older. “Sorry to wake you up,” the ringleader apologized again, but smiled like he wasn’t really that sorry.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, one hand holding your loose bikini to your chest, while the other handed the Frisbee back to smiling guy. “No worries, I didn’t mean to fall asleep anyway.”

“What’s your name?” Ringleader asked. “I’m Jeonghan, and these are some of my fraternity brothers.”

Of course. You should’ve guessed. They were all jacked, tan, and had an air of privilege about them that you couldn’t miss. They were objectively cute, sure, but nothing in comparison to your boyfriend playing volleyball behind you. Not to mention their pack mentality freaked you out a little.

“I’m y/n,” you said and held your free hand out to them to shake, still keeping your other hand on your bikini top so you wouldn’t flash them. “Are you guys on a holiday break or something?”

“Yeah, just trying to make the most out of our last few days.”

“You from around here?” another boy asked, not being subtle at all in the way he was eyeing you.

“No, we just took a little day trip,” you explained and cleared your throat, wondering how long they’d stick around and when Wonwoo was going to come over and dick you down out of jealousy.

“We?” Ringlea- Jeonghan asked, cocking his head to the side. “Are you here with your friends?”

“Her boyfriend, actually,” Wonwoo piped up calmly from behind you. You looked back and saw him standing a few feet behind your towel with his arms crossed. He could be annoying, but fuck if he didn’t have good timing.

“Oh-uh, well I was nice to meet you.” Jeonghan mumbled abruptly and nodded to his friends to get back to their Frisbee game. They were gone before you could even say goodbye back.

“Attracting all sorts of attention today, aren’t you, love?” Wonwoo sneered and knelt down beside you.

His words went straight to the heat between your legs and you turned over onto your back to get a better look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, daring him to challenge you.

“I think you do, y/n,” he continued. The way he whispered your name sent a shiver down your spine. “I mean, you’re practically naked in front of the whole beach right now.”

“I’m wearing a swimsuit.”

“You know what I mean. And all for what? To make me jealous? So I’d fuck you? Because you could’ve just asked, baby.”

You whimpered, but didn’t say anything and leaned up to kiss him, desperately wanting to feel his lips against yours. He leaned in too, but stopped just short of your mouth, pulling back a bit to look into your eyes. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

You moaned softly, wanting nothing more than for him to do exactly that. You weren’t even sure if you could wait to get home at this point, you wanted him inside of you now. He put a hand on each knee and spread your legs apart, whistling in awe at the wet spot on your bathing suit. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“All because of you,” you panted, reaching out for him, but he pulled back.

“You know all of your teasing made me lose the game, right? I couldn’t focus because I was so distracted.” You nodded. “I was so fucking hard the whole match because of what you were doing”

And then your dumbass had to open your big mouth. “So Mingyu told you?”

Wonwoo pulled back, and gave you a confused look, clearly caught off guard. “Told me what?”

“Y/n, that was incredible, you were perfect!” Mingyu exclaimed as he ran up to you and Wonwoo, holding out a hundred dollar bill to you.

You winced as you took it, wishing you hadn’t said anything.

“Y/n, what the fuck?” Wonwoo demanded, even more frustrated than he had been a minute ago. “What were you incredible at?”

“Fucking distracting you, dude. I asked her if she’d be in on the bet with me for a cut of the winnings since you guys had more team members.”

Your boyfriend glared at you. “Is that true?”

“I mean, it’s just a game… and I thought it’d be fun,” you said quietly.

“That’s what you guys were talking about earlier, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, she didn’t need any convincing she was totally down-”

“Mingyu,” you interrupted, pinching the bridge of your nose, “please, if you have any mercy for my pussy please shut the fuck up.”

His face went scarlet and he shut his mouth without further comment.

“So that’s it?” Wonwoo asked, obviously not ready to drop the subject yet. “You’re just gonna sell out your own boyfriend that easy?”

“You said you didn’t want to be on a team with me!”

“Don’t turn this around on me! You’re the one who helped them cheat!”

“Oh I don’t know if I’d call it cheating,” Mingyu interjected again.

“Shut up, Mingyu!” you and Wonwoo both shouted.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Mingyu said quietly. “If I had known it was going to be this big of a deal I wouldn’t have asked her. I just thought I was being clever, that it’d be a fun way to beat you guys, but I’m sorry I went too far.”

Wonwoo sighed and ran a hand through his wet curls. “It’s fine. I’m sorry I overreacted.”

“So… we’re good?” Mingyu asked, holding out a hand to help Wonwoo up.

“Yeah, we’re good. Next time, though, we’re playing fair.”

“Deal.”

“Y/n, you still want to go swimming, love?” Wonwoo asked, turning back to you.

“We’re not- we’re not going home?” Despite everything you were still incredibly horny, and you’d been patiently waiting for Wonwoo to rail you for what felt like hours now.

“Not yet,” he said and helped you to your feet. “Let’s make the most of our beach day.”

“I think the rest of us are going to find an ice cream shop,” Mingyu added. “Winners are buying. Do either of you want anything?”

“No thanks, we’ll hang out here by ourselves for a while.” Wonwoo answered for the both of you.

He wrapped an arm around your waist as you walked down to the water together and you relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin on yours. Only once you were out of Mingyu’s earshot did he lean down and whisper “your ass is going to be seven shades of red for that little stunt once we get home,” in your ear. Now it was your turn to be distracted.

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[annathesillyfriend]

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!

[pughpughpughbitches]

Jealousy

Tom Holland x Reader

Sypnosis: Harrison Osterfeld is determined to get his best friend the girl of his dreams, even if that means harmless flirting.

TW: none , Word Count:584

Harrison Osterfield wasn't dumb, and neither was the rest of the internet, or (Y/n). Everyone knew Tom Holland had a crush on (Y/n), including her. Still, she waited for him to ask her out. Not because she couldn't, but she quite liked the way he stumbled on his words every time he attempted to ask her out. His cheeks dusting pink as he attempts another one-liner, ultimately failing. Harrison was tired of the games though. So, he decided to do something about it. He had a plan. He was going to get Tom to ask out (Y/n).

The day started like any other as they hung out at Tom's place. Harrison was playing a video game, a smirk appearing on his lips when he noticed Tom's soft glances (Y/n)'s way as she focused on the video game character on the screen. "Hey, wanna play with me? You can be my player two, my partner in crime. Grab a controller." Harrison said before patting the spot beside him. (Y/n) accepted the offer excitedly, sitting beside the boy, picking up the controller happily. "Alright, so here's what you're going to do." Harrison began explaining the game, his hands covering hers, moving her fingers along the controller.

Tom scowled at the interaction as (Y/n) and Harrison began to play the game. (Y/n) didn't notice Tom had left until she beat Harrison and turned to see his reaction with a wide grin. The grin faded when she realized that he left. Looking at Harrison, he shrugged. Putting down the controller, she went to find him. “Why’d you go? You missed me take down Harrison. It was epic, Tom.” (Y/n) expressed with a small smile, walking up to him. However, the smile wasn’t returned as he stared at the snacks he set out for the two. “Hey, come on… Talk to me.” She said, a hand falling upon his. Instantly, he pulled away.

Watching his moves carefully, (Y/n) moved back to see him more clearly. He was obviously upset, but she didn't know why. "I like you. I know there is something there with Harrison and you, but it sucks. Because I have liked you for years. Harrison knew that, but I guess the heart wants what it wants, huh?" He ran a hand through his hair as she processed the words he was telling her. As he ranted on, she couldn't help but start laughing. "What? What is so funny?" Tom questioned, narrowing his eyes at (Y/n) as she shook her head, wiping away the tears in her eyes.

It was then that she took him by his shirt, pulling him down towards her before connecting their lips together. Tom's eyes widened before he melted into the kiss, his hands falling onto (Y/n)'s hips gently as they pulled away. "I'm not into Harrison, Tom. It's you. It's always been you. I've liked you for years, too. I knew you liked me, but I wanted to wait until you asked me out. Maybe I should've just done it. It would have cleared all of this confusion up." (Y/n) confessed softly, cupping his cheeks as she watched him grin widely, returning the grin effortlessly.

A snicker was heard behind them, causing both of them to turn their attention over to Harrison. "I knew that would work. I'll let you two hang out. I'm going to go ahead and leave." There was a smirk on his lips that caused (Y/n) to roll her eyes softly before falling back into Tom's embrace.

[tommyfroggie]

I hate you, but not really (T.H)

Word count: 929

Warnings: Cursing, making out, complicated crush stuff, frat + college themes

Summary: A tutor session with the guy you despise.... might change everything?

Pairing: frat!Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Requested?: Yes. I changed up the request a bit, I hope you don't mind. Also, hope you all enjoy this one!

Here's the request btw: Would you be willing to do a cocky college Tom smut? Tom is a player and y/n doesn't like him, but she has to be his tutor. And every session, he's constantly flirting and getting her worked up. And then he finally seduces her and convinces her to dry hump in just their underwear and he makes her cum from that. And then as a reward he makes her get on her knees to suck him off, and he's super dominant and cocky in boastful, bragging about how much she wants it and flexing and stuff. :)

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Everything. Literally Every. Single. Thing about this man irked you. Walking around like that, with a new girl at his shoulder everyday, with that cocky smirk. You couldn't deny you were attracted to him though. He was hot as hell, Every girl around the college would practically die to spend one night with him, it made you jealous. That's just what irritated you more, because he's the all famous Tom Holland and you're.. just you, the quiet girl with one best friend and that's all. You probably had no chance with him.

So, instead of sulking in and waiting for him like a little teenager, you chose the alternative, hating him. For some odd reason, whenever he'd walk past you in the halls, he'd wave at you and give you that classic smirk that has a thousand girls drooling over him. You always shut him down or ignored him. At least you could. Not anymore. After your chemistry teacher asked you to tutor the fucker because his grades were low, hmm, wonder how that happened. I guess partying every day does that. But in all seriousness, this meant you had to interact with him every week. Fuck.

You decided to wait for him to come up to you after class. He's the one with low grades, why should you bother to reach out to him? If he wants to get 'em up, he'll come to you. Thankfully, he did.

"Hey, Y/n!" He called out to from behind while you were walking back to your dorm. You slowed down as he caught up with you.

"Hey Tom" You said, unphased.

"So did Mr. Dan tell you or...?" He asked.

"Yeah, he did. I'm free right now. My roommate's out of town for a month so we can keep our first session at my dorm."

"Great. Can't wait" He winked. There he is. The flirty guy you were expecting. You rolled your eyes as he followed you back. On the way, he slipped his hand around your waist. Bold of him, considering you two just exchanged proper sentences for the first time. That felt so weird though. It was like, there were butterflies in your stomach. You surprised yourself when you didn't ask him to take off his hand or anything. It was a foreign feeling. You never really experienced these things ever since college started. You could feel harsh stares on you but you ignored them all the way.

As you opened your door and lead him in, something felt off. Maybe it was his gaze, the way he was looking around the entire dorm like he'd seen a ghost. In your defense, it was farely clean, just scattered with books for your upcoming exam.

"What?" You asked as you pulled him out of his trance.

"Sorry this ain't upto your standards" You snickered.

This was just one of the reasons he liked you so much, not that you knew of course. Every girl in college would fight over him while you couldn't care less. You didn't give a fuck about him, showing him attitude like a little bitch everytime. That's just why he wanted you more. In fact he was the sneaky littke bastard who convinced Mr. Dan to convince you to help him get his grades up.

"Nothing, babe. There's just- a shit ton of books here" He responded.

"Yeah" You kept your cool. 'Babe' !?? Seriously??

You two sat down at the table and started with the easiest assignments. You weren't a total bitch though so you asked him if he'd like water, to which he complied; politely, might I add. That was weird. Anyway, he wasn't that bad to be honest. If he wanted to, he could be top of the class. He just never cared enough about it.

That's just the studying part of it though. God damn he's so annoying. He couldn't fucking study without constantly flirting with you or getting all up in your personal space. The fucker said "You know, I bet I could teach you a few cool things too" while licking his lips, checking you out. You were about to burst. That was too much. You hated how much you loved this on the inside.

You couldn't help the pool in your panties when he got too close and looked straight in your eyes, with that dirty look in them. You truly couldn't help it. Next thing you know, you attached your lips to his forcefully, him not even taking a second to kiss back. It lasted for all of 5 seconds and it was magical. You roughly puled back though.

"No no no no. Fuck!" You screamed, clutching your head, walking around. You could face anything but Tom right now.

"Hey, hey love, it's okay" He came up to you and slipped his hands around waist and dipped his head down to leave soft kisses up your neck. And damn he was good. You immediately relaxed your entire body into him and closed your eyes, savoring in the feeling.

"You know you want me" He whispered seductively in your ear and you whimpered. He had all this power over you now. You right here, about to get fucked by him is all he ever wanted. Not so fast though. He'd love to give you a little lesson for being a little bitch.

He turned you around and latched his lips onto yours. His tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring. You didn't need an expert to know he was a total dominant guy in bed. He pulled you over to the couch and motioned you to sit on his lap. You complied as the two of you continued making out.

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A/N: So.... Umm idk how to say this y'all but I'm just too lazy now but I really need to post this. This was like half of the request, there's not even the leading smut here adjsdak. Reblog for part 2?

[darlingholland]

somewhere new

pairing: tom holland x actor!reader (just barely though)

synopsis: memories are made with tom somewhere new.

word count: 0.7k

a/n: this has been in my brain for so long </3 just a little something, hope u like it :) also pls send in some requests, i'm v uninspired

it's currently eleven o'clock at night as you lie in bed mindlessly scrolling through your phone. you are seemingly stuck in a hotel room, somewhere in the world, on a press tour for your upcoming movie. a movie you star in along with your castmate, and best friend, the one and only, tom holland.

this isn't your first press tour. and this isn't your first press tour with tom.

see a couple years ago, you were cast in your first breakout role, starring alongside tom. during the filming of that movie, you and tom seemed to just have clicked. it didn't take long before you two became close friends, exchanging teasing remarks and quickly learning each other's quirks.

so when you were given the chance to work alongside him again, you knew you had to take it. something about this gemini man pulled you in.

tom:

Wanna go somewhere? I'm bored and I miss you :)

seeing the message flash across your screen, you respond with a quick,

aww, thomas misses me?

tom:

Not anymore 🙄

god, you love how easy it is to tease him. you answer back with,

i'll be down in 10 >:|

eager to get out of the dreary room, you make your way outside the building as fast as your feet would allow. once outside, you spot tom already waiting for you. it seems he was just as eager as you.

"ready?" he asks, a cheeky smile adorning his face.

"yeah," you felt your skin heat up under his gaze, "where are we going?"

"wherever our legs take us."

during the last press tour, you and tom unofficially agreed to explore whatever city you found yourselves in that night. so now, as you walk to nowhere in particular, you talk about anything and everything. opening up to each other was something that has become very natural over the years. you knew not to take these walks for granted, seeing as they were the very thing that allowed you to fall in love with your best friend.

eventually, your feet brought you to a promenade. lining either side of the street were quaint, local shops. string lights zigzag above the walkway, illuminating the street with a warm hue. the only noises that could be heard were your leisurely footsteps and the strumming of a nearby guitar.

"thanks for joining me tonight." he breaks the comfortable silence, giving you the warmest smile.

"thanks for inviting me," you fluster, "i was going insane being cooped up in that room."

"i had an inkling you wanted to leave," he lightly laughs. a look of contemplation flickers over his face before continuing, "do you-"

his words were cut off by the roaring of thunder, followed by complete downpour trickling over you. seeing as you had nothing to cover you, tom quickly took his jacket off and handed it to you. creating a makeshift shelter with the clothing, you run under a store’s sunshade.

after taking some time to assess your situation, tom speaks, "so, what do we do now?"

"we dance." you respond, swiftly slipping his jacket over you.

"we what?" a bewildered expression flashes over his handsome face.

taking a step toward the rain, you offer your hand to tom.

"we dance," not seeing him budge, you tease, "what's wrong? afraid of getting a little wet?"

accepting defeat with a chuckle, tom gently takes your hand and walks you to the middle of the promenade.

wrapping your arms around his neck while his arms wrap around your waist, you lay your head softly on his chest. gently rocking side to side, the mild pitter-patter of the rain harmonizes with the street player’s guitar.

"y/n?" you feel his words vibrate through his chest. "yes?" you respond, eager to know what's been on his mind.

letting out a breathy laugh, he continues, "do you have any idea how to get back?"

slightly disappointed, you look up at him with a smile, "no clue."

his gaze falls from your eyes to your lips. overwhelmed by the intimate look, you drop your head.

the hand once planted on your waist comes up to your chin, gently lifting your head. "i want to get lost with you every night if it means i could hold you like this." his remaining hand lightly squeezes your waist as he lets out the last word.

a slight smile forms on your lips, feeling silly about ever doubting yourself, "shut up and kiss me, thomas."

a small, playful groan slips past his lips as he leans in. the kiss is short, but not without lust. only slightly pulling away, tom murmurs against your lips, "i never want to let you go."

"then don't."

[softspideys]

Average (Frat!Tom Holland x reader)

summary: tom holland is the handsome, popular, and charismatic king of your campus. so why has he taken an interest in you?

warnings: none

word count: 3,000

pairings: frat!tom holland x reader

a/n: I personally prefer respectful frat boy tom to jerky frat boy tom. inspired by this glorious photo. I hope you you like it:) 

When Tom Holland first spoke to you, your immediate instinct was to assume it was a joke.

You’d just arrived at the party his frat was throwing and immediately made a beeline for the kitchen. You were never totally comfortable in situations like these, but after a couple drinks you tended to be more social and easygoing.

“Hey,” a voice said as you finished pouring yourself some of the suspicious-looking Jungle Juice. You turned around and almost did a double-take.

You knew who Tom was; his roommate Harrison was friends with your roommate Jess, but you’d never spoken to him. He was popular, but there were no rumors about him being a player or an asshole or a creep like there were with some of his frat brothers.

Now he was smiling at you, looking casual in jeans and a black t-shirt, a baseball cap pulled over his curly hair. “Hey,” you answered, once you were positive he was talking to you. There was no one else around you, but still.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Um, no thanks,” you said, gesturing to the cup in your hand. “I’m good.” You figured he was just being polite, but then he continued to speak to you.

“You’re Jess’s roommate, right?” he asked.

You nodded, a little surprised. You honestly didn’t even think he was aware you existed. But then it hit you—he must be looking for her and probably recognized you from one of her Instagram photos or something. “Yeah. I don’t know where she is, though. I just got here.”

“Cool,” he said. “I’ve only met her a couple times—she’s friends with my roommate Harrison—but she talked about you a lot. I’m Tom.” He held out his hand.

Slowly, you shook it. “Y/N.” This was weird. If he wasn’t being polite and he wasn’t looking for someone else, then why was he talking to you? You had to get out of there. “Um, I have to go now. It was nice meeting you.”

“Oh, okay,” he said. “See you around, maybe.” You smiled a little instead of answering before practically fleeing the kitchen and joining the party. The rest of the night passed uneventfully and you didn’t see Tom again.

You thought about him briefly afterwards, but decided not to dwell on it. Maybe he was just bored. Maybe he saw you by yourself and took pity on you.

A few days later, Jess ambushed you while you were doing homework in the library. “You talked to Tom Holland at the party on Saturday?” she whispered excitedly.

“Yeah, for like a minute. It was before I found you. Why?”

“Harrison told me he was asking about you. Want me to pass along your number?”

“No!” you said quickly, feeling your face get warm. “Wait. What do you mean, he was asking about me? Asking what?”

“You know, just like . . . what your deal is, and whatever.” She shrugged. “He probably wants to hang out with you.”

“Me? Why?” The thought made your heartbeat quicken.

Jess rolled her eyes. “Oh my God. Why wouldn’t he? You’re a total catch. I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

The conversation was making you more and more uncomfortable. Tom was good-looking and popular and probably had tons of people lining up just to “hang out” with him. What was so special about you?

Despite your doubts, you found yourself giving in. “Okay,” you said finally. “I guess you can give him my number.”

Jess smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Awesome. I’ll tell Harrison.” She leaned closer, suddenly serious. “And look, I wouldn’t push this if I didn’t think it was a good idea, okay? You know I got your back. Tom is really nice.”

She had a point. “I know,” you said grudgingly. “We’ll see if he even texts me.”

~ ~ ~  

Tom texted you the day after Jess passed your number on.

hey it’s tom, we met at the party on saturday :) i got your number from jess. i was wondering if you wanna hang out sometime?

You spent almost an hour reading it over and over, trying to figure out if there was any hidden meaning in the short message. Finally you wrote back: sure.

You expected him to invite you to another frat party or something similar, but instead he asked if you wanted to grab coffee and do homework. Midterms were coming up, after all.

So you met him at a cafe on campus on a chilly Thursday afternoon. He was there when you arrived, sitting at a table in the back. He looked cozy, all bundled up in a hoodie and sweats. You bought yourself a hot chocolate and sat across from him. “Um, hi.”

“Hi.” He smiled at you. “How’s it going?”

“Good. How are you?”

“Pretty good.”

You looked around. He’d picked a two-person table, but that didn’t mean someone else couldn’t pull up a chair. “Is it just going to be us?”

His smile faded a little. “Uh, yeah. Is that okay? I thought—I mean, you can see if Jess is around or something, but—”

“No, no,” you interrupted, wanting to kick yourself. “No, this is fine. I was just asking. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, okay.” He relaxed. “I’m glad you came. I didn’t think you would.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “You just didn’t seem very, uh . . . excited.”

You cringed inwardly, clearing your throat. “Oh, sorry. I’m not very good at texting. Ask Jess.” You smiled a little at the thought of your best friend. “She’s always mad at me because I take hours to respond and then it usually just ends up being one word.”

Tom laughed. “Oh man, my brother Sam is the same way. I have to send a message to him in all caps that says SOS EMERGENCY PLEASE ANSWER NOW if I want him to answer within the hour.”

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah, three actually. There’s me, then the twins Sam and Harry, and then my youngest brother Paddy.”

“Wow,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “Your house must’ve been pretty crazy growing up.”

“You could say that.”

Before you got to the cafe, you told yourself that you only had to stay for an hour. One hour, and then you could make up some excuse as to why you had to leave. But as time went on, you realized you were actually enjoying yourself. The conversation flowed naturally, and Tom was a good listener. He didn’t seem to mind when you eventually lapsed into silence to get some studying down, and the two of you worked quietly for a while. He even offered to refill your drink when he went to get another for himself.

“Got any plans for dinner?” he asked finally, breaking the comfortable silence you’d grown used to. You looked out the window and saw it was getting dark out.

At first you thought maybe he was going to ask if you wanted to get something to eat with him. But as quick as the idea occurred, you shot it down. That was silly; he’d already been here with you for a few hours now. Maybe he was meeting other people after this and wanted you to take a hint.

So you lied, “Yeah, I’m meeting Jess at a dining hall. I should probably get going, actually.”

“Oh, right,” he said, glancing down at his homework. “Uh, same here.” You both quickly packed up your stuff and left the cafe, pausing before you officially went your separate ways.

“That was fun,” Tom said. He hesitated, and you braced yourself to hear some excuse as to why he would never talk to you again.

You certainly weren’t expecting him to ask shyly, “Would you want to hang out again?” You blinked, certain you hadn’t heard him right. But he just looked at you, waiting for your response, and after a pause you nodded.

“Yeah. I would like that.”

Tom’s answering smile was practically blinding. You couldn’t help but return it. “Awesome,” he said. “Um, I’ll text you?”

“Okay,” you said. “See you later.” He smiled at you for a second longer before he turned and walked away, a happy sort of bounce in his step.

You couldn’t help it; you walked home with a dumb grin on your face.

~ ~ ~

True to his word, Tom texted you a few days later to ask if you wanted to hang out again. This time you accepted readily.

At first, the two of you just got together to have coffee and do homework. Then he somehow managed to figure out part of your schedule and would meet you on your way to class. Even if he had a lecture on the other side of campus, he insisted on walking you all the way to yours.

He started texting you more, sometimes sending you funny videos or memes, but also sharing random thoughts and asking questions. Now you checked your phone frequently, trying to get in the habit of responding quickly or initiating conversation with him first. You followed each other on social media and you noticed he’d liked all of your Instagram photos. Just to be funny, you liked a couple of his too, but then wondered if he would find it weird.

“We’re friends,” you told Jess when she noticed you smiling at your phone. “That’s it.”

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England. Are you kidding me?”

“I’m serious,” you said, because you knew what she was insinuating and there was just no way Tom Holland would be into you like that. Sometimes you saw him around campus, always surrounded by a laughing group of friends and admirers. He was like the sun, and you knew you were lucky to even be in his orbit.

“We’re having a party on Friday night,” Tom said to you one afternoon. The weather was nice, so you’d claimed a sunny spot out on the quad to do some homework.

“Cool.” You were more focused on the essay you were writing than the conversation.

“Are you gonna go?” he pressed.

“I don’t know. Maybe if Jess goes I’ll come too.”

“Well . . .” He trailed off, and you looked up to see he was fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves. “What if we went together?”

You stared at him. Of all the things you were expecting him to say, it certainly was not that. “Like . . . me and you? Like . . .  as your date?”

Tom was blushing now, steadily avoiding your eyes. “Um. Yes?”

Alarm bells were going off in your brain. If Jess were here she’d be throwing a parade, but you knew there had to be a catch. Out of all the people on campus, why was he asking you?

You opened your mouth to say no, but then he finally glanced up at you. His expression was so earnest and hopeful that you found yourself saying, “Sure.”

“Really? You want to?” he said, like he couldn’t believe it.

You nodded. “Yeah, it sounds fun.”

There was that goofy grin again, lighting up his entire face. “Okay,” he said. “Cool.”

You knew you should be excited, but there was a nervous pit in your stomach that just wouldn’t go away. It was still there when you arrived at Tom’s frat house that Friday. You didn’t recognize the brother at the door on security duty, but he took one look and waved you inside, no questions asked.

You were a little confused; you came by yourself last time too and had to say you knew Harrison. But the brother merely said, “Tom put you on the list.”

The boy in question was in the kitchen, talking to a few of his brothers. He noticed you walk in immediately and his eyes lit up. “Hey! You’re here!” To your surprise he gave you a hug, and you tried not to focus on how good his cologne smelled.

“You look nice,” he said when he pulled away. In an attempt to feel more confident, you’d worn your favorite pair of jeans and a cute top, even allowing Jess to do some hair and makeup magic on you.

“Thank you,” you said. “Um, so do you.” He was just in jeans and a purple flannel, a black baseball cap twisted backwards on his head, but he still managed to make it look effortlessly cool.

“Thanks.” He paused. “I’m, uh, really glad you came.”  

“Me too,” you said quietly. He smiled at you and the knot in your stomach tightened.

Tom barely left your side the entire night. He introduced you to some of his fraternity brothers, whose names you forgot as soon as they said them. A few of them had brought dates too, and while they were all friendly and welcoming, you couldn’t help but feel frumpy and plain standing next to them.

It didn’t help that there were some not-so-friendly girls coming over too. They gave Tom hugs and kisses on the cheek before eyeing you critically. You could practically see the invisible thought bubble forming over their heads each time they looked at you: why is he here with you? You wanted to tell them that you were wondering the same thing.

The longer you thought about it, the worse you felt. It just didn’t make sense. Tom had practically half the campus falling at his feet; why wasn’t he with someone more talented, better looking, charismatic? Why had he picked you? You were so . . . average.

Maybe it was some kind of prank, some kind of fucked-up tradition in his fraternity: find a shy girl, get her to fall in love with you, and then break her heart. That had to be it. There was no other explanation.

“Are you alright?” Tom asked, tearing you from your thoughts. You realized you hadn’t spoken in several minutes, just staring off into space.

You swallowed. “Could we, um, go somewhere quiet? Please?”

He studied your face for a second before he nodded. “Of course.” He put one hand on your back, gently guiding you out of the crowded room and up the stairs. You followed him down the hallway until he stopped at a door with a sign that said TOM & HARRISON.

Oh. This was his room. 

He ushered you in and you noticed he left the door slightly ajar, so you could easily leave if you wanted to. Still, you immediately took a seat at his desk, not wanting to even go near the bed. Tom didn’t seem to mind, falling onto it with a loud thud and a content sigh. Neither of you spoke for a minute. Finally you glanced over at him and saw he was already watching you, a tiny smile on his face.

You couldn’t take it any longer. “Is this, like, a prank or something?”

“What?”

“This. Like,” you gestured vaguely between the two of you, “all of this. Is it a joke?”

Tom’s smile vanished. He scrambled to sit up, scooting towards the edge of the bed. “What are you talking about? Why would you even think that?”

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t know. I’ve just been trying to figure out why someone like you would be doing all of this with someone like me.”

He looked lost. “Doing what?”

“You know . . . hanging out with me, texting me, inviting me here . . .”

He stared at you for a second before he let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “I mean . . . I like you. I thought that was obvious.”

“But why?” You were frustrated to find you were near tears. “You could have your pick of anyone on this campus. There are so many girls in this house alone right now who are prettier and funnier and more interesting than me. So why . . . why me?”

Tom slowly stood up and came over to where you were sitting, kneeling in front of you. “Because I think you’re pretty and funny and interesting,” he said, looking at you unflinchingly. “None of those other people matter to me. I don’t know why you keep trying to convince yourself that you’re, like . . . not good enough or whatever, but it’s not true.”

You bit your lip as he took your hand. “I’m just . . . not used to this. Usually people tend not to notice me.” 

“I did,” he said simply. “And I really, really like you.”

“I really like you too,” you said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Tom said gently. “Just trust me, okay? I would never hurt you like that.”

He was being honest. He always had been, but you believed him now. You took a deep breath. “Can I kiss you?”

Tom blinked in surprise before he nodded. You leaned in and kissed him softly; his lips were a little chapped and tasted sweet and sort of fruity, like the juice from his drink. His hands came up to carefully cup your jaw, holding you in place. It made your head dizzy and your knees weak; it was perfect.

It was like a dam broke. Suddenly you couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t figure out what to do with the happy, fizzy feeling in your stomach. You pulled back a little, pressing kisses to his cheeks and his nose. Tom giggled like the touch made him ticklish and you thought to yourself, You were so silly to deny yourself for so long, to think you didn’t deserve this.

You knew better now. You knew you did.

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sorry seems to be the hardest word - h.o

Word count: 3171

Warning: angst, swear

Pairing : harrison osterfield

Request: no.

N/A: It took me so long to write this. I remember i asked @soft-haz to write something with the "sorry seems to be the hardest word" vibe, it was so good! But i wanted to write something by myself too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really try my best. Italics parts are flashbacks

Thanks to @petersasteria because she correct a big part of this fic! Love you. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

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part 2 (harry hollad x reader) - part 3 (harry holland x reader)

The few rays of sunshine in London today and England's victory over the Croats had improved your mood. Tom and Harry were home as soon as the game was over, they found you sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. You hadn't wanted to join them at the bar for obvious reasons: to keep your privacy as much as possible. Living with four boys was not easy, but living with four boys, one of whom was a world-famous actor and another in the midst of the media boom, was even more so. Of course, fans knew that Tom, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine had a female roommate. But you've always managed to never appear with your face uncovered in any media activity of your four-favorite divs.

The bottle was already nearly empty and you were already on your drunken streak, not wanting to stop when two of your drinking buddies had just entered. What a good opportunity to continue the evening.

"Will you join me, boys?"

“Mmm yeah, sure, love.” Harry said.

But a problem presented itself to you: the boys drank beer, you drank wine. You had two options now: either open a new bottle of wine for yourself or continue the evening with beer. Your eyes turned to your glass, spilling the rest of the bottle into your jug before swallowing it dry. Harry had a stunned expression on his face as Tom smirked.

"I see hanging out with us leaves its mark."

"You wish, Holland. I knew how to do it before I even knew you existed."

"You've known me since I was 19."

"And you think I waited for you to learn how to drink?"

"Fair enough."

You met the boys in a pub. You’ll never tell Nikki that, when you met them, her precious twins drank too many beers even if they weren’t old enough to drink (technically, they weren’t criminals, drinking beer at 16 is legal and come on, it’s England!)

❀❀❀

So, you met the boys in a pub. It was one of the nights when your friends and you wanted to drink until you're blackout drunk. You were in that pub/club, looking up after one of your friends. She had detected some pretty boys in the back and left you there, alone. You moved around the room without paying attention: glass in hand, your phone you stared at in the other. You suddenly felt an arm blocking your chest with force. The surprise had made you drop your glass.

“What the heck?!?”

“You will not pass, miss.”

“Oh yeah? Why? Is the pope there?” You said sarcastically

The man who stood in your way raised an eyebrow and you looked at him, waiting for a response.

“You are very funny. It’s a VIP space.”

“Once again, why is that?”

“None of your business.”

“Actually, I don't care if Sir Elton John is in that bar or if it's even the Queen of England. I'm just looking for my friend: tall, blonde, balloon-sized fucking boobs, red dress."

“Not seen."

You sighed. The situation annoyed you to the highest point. You had lost your friend and that big asshole had broken your glass. The man in front of you seemed to be marble. Short answer, arms crossed, and an imposing posture. All you wanted tonight was just to have fun. You didn't care that God-knows-who, any famous or rich enough to book a VIP space, was in that bar.

"Would the asshole that hired you tonight, at least be kind enough to buy me the glass you broke with your bullshit?"

From his side, Harry had noticed the altercation. He then walked towards you, he laughed when he heard you insult his brother through the bouncer's fault. And as the Colossus' bodyguard was about to tell you that you could always dream of getting that free drink, Harry spoke up.

“The asshole, maybe not directly. But the asshole's brother. Certainly. It will be on his check anyway.”

“For God's sake, what are you waiting for then?”

And just like that, you met the boys. Harry paid you for the glass that the other jerk broke, invited you to this precious VIP space and you could talk and dance the night away. You had exchanged your social media and over time, your phone numbers. And as fast as you couldn't imagine, you had found yourself stuck in an apartment with four adorable idiots as roommates.

❀❀❀

"Hey, y/n, where are the others?" Harry asked.

You grumbled and grabbed the beer the curly had just opened. He protested as you took a sip. Tom gave you a curious look and you frowned behind your bottle.

"y/n?”

"I don't know where T is, but Harrison's gone on a date with Gracie."

The two brothers exchanged a look heard in the face of the bitterness they had perceived in your voice. It was no longer much of a secret that you had feelings for Harrison. You had feelings for Tom's best friend for almost as long as you'd met him. Harry had noticed it first, because you were much closer to him than to Tom. The actor had understood at the start of an evening, at the beginning of the relationship between Harrison and his girlfriend.

However, you didn't hate Gracie. She was beautiful, kind, and very funny. She really brought out the best in Harrison, she made him happy and you could see that because of the distinct smile on his face. You didn't hate her; she just wasn't you and you just weren't her. And that was the whole problem. Jealousy consumed you and you hated yourself for it.

“Are you alright, darling?” Tom asked you since silence filled the room after your last sentence.

"I'll be fine after one more drink" you simply answered.

You took a sip of the beer you stole from Harry. Drowning in alcohol was certainly not the solution. But you just wanted to forget the blond a bit for tonight. Tom's worried look made you roll your eyes.

"Oh come on, Tom. Don't give me those eyes. I will be fine ..."

“Yeah, sure.” he said with a doubt.

"Can we just watch a silly movie or play a silly game to make my night better?"

Harry seemed to hear you as he shrugged and took a sip of his drink. He knew you by heart. At this point, he really considered you his best friend. So he knew you needed something to clear your mind. Something where your mind should be quick to think about.

“One,” he said nonchalantly.

"Two" you responded with a huge smile on your face.

"You are both stupid." the Holland elder complained about the game you had just started.

"You say that because you're a lousy actor who can't remember his lines. Play Holland!"

"Three". He capitulated.

And you continued like this until 21. Then, there followed a multitude of rule additions each time you reach the number 21. The 7 turned into "I'm a poor liar", the 18 into "I'd rather kiss a guinea pig" ... And every time one of you made a mistake, he drank. After an hour, the game looked like a strange conversation from the outside.

"Squirrels are scary, man." Harry said, mimicking his older brother.

"Black Widow is the best president of the United States" Tom said

"But she’s a bad lay." you responded, with a fake sigh of disappointment

"I'd rather kiss a guinea pig"

"Because you have no taste"

"Twenty"

It was at this precise moment, in the middle of the conversation, that Harrison decided to enter the living room. His blissful smile gave way to an air of amazement and disbelief at the talk between his three roommates. It was Tom who first noticed his best friend. He nodded to greet him. Harrison wore a simple black t-shirt with chinos. You took a look at your roommate and your cheeks flushed a little more than they already were.

"Hello mate! How was your date?" asked Tom with a big smile on his face

"Awesome. Can't believe it will be a year in 3 freaking days." Harrison said.

You could see his large smile, and blissful air. He was sweating happiness and although you were happy for him, it tore your heart. You purse your lips to avoid comment. Harry spoke up.

"We're playing 21. Do you want to land with us?"

"In fact, you can take my place." You got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen to drop off your beer drain. Harrison frowned as Tom exchanged a new look with his brother.

"y/n, you can stay, It's an unlimited players game." Harry almost begged.

"No, I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed."

“y/n” Harrison tried to call you to hold you back a little longer.

But you were already gone. You've never climbed the stairs so fast to run away from your roommate/best friend. Harrison looked at Tom and Harry, worried about your behavior. The curly one just shrugged his shoulders as his brother shook his head, silent. They weren't intending to get involved in this. You were the only master of your feelings and the time you'll decide to confess them to Harrison. That is why they preferred to be quiet.

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You spent the whole next week to avoid Harrison as much as possible. Established more distance with him was your solution to protect yourself from your feelings especially after his one-year anniversary date with Gracie and his absolute cute instagram post. It broke you down. Your heart was in peace but you couldn't blame him or his girlfriend. You were in love with the wrong guy, that's all.

But you couldn't hide from him forever. After all, you both lived in the same house, you had the same friends. So, it was hard to pretend he didn't exist.

Today was not your lucky day. You bumped into him in the kitchen. That was his opportunity to hold you down. He grabbed you by the shoulders, preventing you from burying yourself. Now he would finally find out what was wrong with you. Because Harrison wasn't a fool. He had noticed that you acted with him differently. Your behavior remained unchanged towards the other boys in the house.

“y/n. Don’t avoid me; please, please y/n, look at me”

You have plunged your eyes into its bewitching blue irises. Big mistake. You were drowning now in the turmoil of your feelings for the blonde. He had always had that effect on you, always. Tears started to bead at the corners of your eyes, you were biting your lip to hold back the torrent of tears that was already beginning to flow. Harrison's throat tightened at the sight of you like that and his hold on your shoulders slowly loosened.

“I hate seeing you like this. Please talk to me” he almost begged you

“Harrison…” your voice struggle as soon you pronounced his name.

“Please darling…tell me what’s goin’ on”

As a perfect angel, Tom was the one who saved you by interrupting this quick talk. You wiped away your tears with the end of your sleeve and run away to your room. Harrison sighed in despair. He didn't understand why you were running away from him like the plague.

“Dude, do you know why she's like that. What did I do? » He finally asked to Tom.

"I can't tell you Haz. She's the only one having the right to tell you about this"

"Bullshit. Fuck you all." Harrison said, frustrated.

Then he just quit, leaving the kitchen.

☙♡❧

Sunday came and Tom asked you all to spend the night with him before his LA trip the next evening. It was a normal night with friends. And despite your pent-up feelings and wanting to avoid Harrison at all costs, you didn't want to miss Tom, he was your friend.

There was only the usual gang: Harry, Tuwaine, Tom (obviously) and you. But the tension was felt within the group. The lingering unspoken words about your feelings for Harrison were beginning to weigh on all of your friendship. It was so bad that it hurts to stay in the same room as Harrison. All you could see was his constant happiness, this wonderful man he had always been but in a more radiant version of himself. And you weren't the cause of that. You hated it, you hated being selfish that much. You were ready to sacrifice your friendship with the young Netflix actor for two reasons: you wanted to protect yourself ... and you weren't ready to be that obstacle in the midst of Harrison and Grace's happiness.

You were in the kitchen with Harry, pretending to help him with drinks and snacks. The curly boy could see you dragging your feet, repeating like a mantra this phrase "come on, you can do it ... do it for Tom, it's his night. Don’t be selfish, you can make it." And you really wanted it ... have a good time with your friends.

Sometimes Harry felt guilty for introducing Gracie to Harrison. They worked together as set PA in 2018 and became close friends but not as close as you were with him. You considered him like your best friend. It made sense for him to feel a bit responsible for your broken heart. But you never said a word about it.

“I’m sorry, y/n” confessed Harry.

“For what?” you simply responded.

"For having hampered your happiness. I was stupid to introduce Grace to Harrison and ignore your feelings. I wanted to help my friend. "

"Bullshit Harry. Never apologize for that. You've been a great friend to Harrison."

"But not for you."

"Who cares?" you asked, trying to minimize your feelings

"Me ... you are one of my best friend y/n"

"Just like Harrison is your best friend. Don't apologize for making him happy. Fuck, I'm the one who should apologize." You said, with a tone of anger and despair in your voice

And that's how you crack, breaking in all your sensitivity. You couldn't hold back your tears from falling as you blasted everything that was on your heart. You don't even realize that Harrison is a few feet behind your back. The weight of your feelings, your anxieties explode in the kitchen as when a cup is dropped on the immaculate tiled floor.

“What I got to do to make him love me? What I got to do to make him care? Not as the sweet friend Harry. I’m deeply in love with him and it’s gonna drive me insane! What I got to do to make him want me? Huh Harry, can you tell me? All those question in my head…and no answer to that. And you know what? It's sad, sad situation…more than that it’s a shitty situation, because I'm getting away from him and it makes us sick. Because I'm unable to tell him why.”

“You just told me.” Harrison finally said.

You jumped for a second before you froze. Harry is caught off guard and rushes into the living room stammering an apology. You are trapped. You are trapped and you can hear the footsteps of your roommate coming closer to you, so close, that now you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. Gently, he places his hands on your arms and exerts pressure for you to face him.

"You love me"

"It depends ..." you replied with difficulty

"On what?"

"On what you heard before."

"Enough that you can't contradict me."

Her thin smile doesn't help you relax. Instead, you look down, admiring your two pairs of feet. You felt like being stripped naked and you didn't like that feeling. If you could have kept this secret in your grave. But now he knew and you felt even heavier than the Titanic.

"So ... is that it? Nothing more to tell me?"

"What do you want me to add to what you've already heard?"

"Sorry?" he tried.

"For what?"

"For what? y/n are you kidding me? Sorry for being distant with me, maybe? Sorry for hiding all these things from you? Sorry for not trusting our friendship to come to me and speak?" he exploded…

"What would that have been for, Harrison? You don't love me back…" you screamed back.

"I ... I’m ..."

"See, sorry seems to be the hardest word."

After that last ironic reply, silence fell in the kitchen. So was that it? Was that how your friendship was to end? The great giants of the universe had reserved this dramatic scene for you to break years of bonding. You didn't know how to get out of this situation. You didn't even know if there was a few more things to save. You were broken and had just spoiled the happiness of one of your best friends.

Harrison was silent. He seemed to be probing your body, your attitude, analyzing any gesture that might give him the opportunity to take a step towards you. But the solution was there, finding everything ... It was enough, for both of you, to swallow your pride.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" you echo your previous conversation

"Sorry for not feeling the same as you. For not being who you want me to be to you."

"You know ... I don't hate her."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Gracie. I don't hate her. She makes you really happy. I just hate the jealousy I feel towards her… I hate that I am not her. But I don’t hate her, she's a really good girl."

A small smile dawned on Harrison's lips, the blonde toyed nervously with his fingers and the ring he always wore as an accessory.

"Yeah ... yeah she's great."

"I'm really sorry ... about everything."

"It's ok. We don't control how we feel. I..I can understand"

"Yeah..."

"y/n?" he tried; a little bit shy about what he’s gonna ask.

"Mhmm?"

"Do you think we can be friends again?"

You bow your head, taking a minute to think. Was everything really broken? Were you going to be able to rebuild a solid friendship after this conversation? Were you going to be able to squeeze out your feelings? You sighed before plunging into those beautiful blue eyes that you loved so much.

"Maybe. I hope so with all my heart."

"I hope so too. And I hope you find someone like I found Grace."

"You can always dream. You dripping with love, it's impossible to find someone like you two."

"Don't despair. He might be closer than you think."

He winked at you and you looked at him confused. But after a few seconds, a smile appeared at the corner of your lips. No, you had no hope of him talking about him. But you were happy, because that little sentence opened the door for you to a bond that you were trying to find.

[peeterparkr]

limits of desire⤳t.h.||10

chapter 10: throw your bridal shower.

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the Toblerone, the questionnaire & the lingerie

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty, fluffy, harry potter, alcohol mention, sex mention, i didn’t proof read lmao

word count: 6.3k

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“What even is a Bridal Shower?” Sam asked. 

Tom and Haz had tried to set up the perfect bridal shower since y/n told him. They were good at planning parties at the last minute. But, those parties usually involved alcohol, music and chips. Nothing too complicated. However, a bridal shower was a whole different thing. 

Poker night was definitely going to go way different than the boys had expected it to go. For starters, Haz and Tom's house was covered in flowers, with tables and chairs around. There were cheesy signs with messages like 'Here comes the Bride', 'Put a Ring On It' and ‘Miss to Mrs.’. There were pink flowers, and in the refrigerator, to Harry's surprise, there was no space, due to the pink cheesecake, the pink chocolate cake, and the pink champagne. Haz and Tom had started shopping and decorating as soon as they had left the dance class. 

"Don't tell me the toilet is the pink too," Harry complained. 

"Alright, Tom," Tuwaine rolled his eyes. “I never thought I'd say this, but here you go...Magazines for bridesmaids, from various countries.” 

“I found videos on youtube,” said Harry. “I sent them to you.” 

“I made a board on Pinterest,” Haz said. “And i shared it with you.” 

"Although honestly, everything would be easier if you went to her hotel room and told her how you feel," Sam suggested. “You know, show up with some flowers, maybe champagne, or maybe show up with some cards, Love Actually style, and tell her how you feel.” 

“That could work,” Harry agreed. "But hey, I already ordered some pizzas and here are the beers, drink them since the fridge is full," he said while sipping his beer. 

"No ... No, you don't understand," Tom wrinkled his nose, "It's not just preventing this wedding, it's also showing her I'm not against them." 

"You're not?" Tuwaine asked condescendingly. 

Tom sighed, thinking about the blue box in his drawer. "I bought something." 

Haz raised his eyebrows. "What? A ring?”

“If you did, then…maybe you could go and propose to her,” Tuwaine suggested.

“Don’t be silly! He can’t propose to an engaged woman,” Sam rolled his eyes. 

“Neither can’t he confess his love, then,” Harry added. “At this point it’s… complicated.” 

“Did you really buy a ring?” Haz asked, 

"No, no ... Nothing, nothing," Tom cleared his throat. "Now, I need to turn this place into a dream place for y / n, uh ... Actually, I also made a board on pinterest, as crazy as it sounds, I have everything here, there will be a hot chocolate bar ..." 

"Tom," Haz stopped him. "Sam made a point." 

"I know, but it's not that simple." 

"Isn't it easy to tell her that you love her?" Tuwaine laughed. "Man, I’m telling you, it took a long time for you not to tell her, already." 

"If I have waited so long I can wait longer," Tom added. “I want her to see that I can really take things seriously, you guys understand?” 

“I think rather, you are afraid, Tom,” said Harry. "I think you're afraid of being rejected as you rejected her." 

"Maybe, yes," Tom admitted. “But hey, wouldn’t you feel that way? You saw how she was looking at  Miguel, right? ” 

“ Yes, Tom, but I also saw how you danced with her today, I've never seen her have that chemistry with someone else, not even with Miguel on the night of the party, ”Haz insisted. 

"That's what it all relies on," Tom said. "She may have feelings for me, but she thinks I'm not fit for her." 

"Have you told her that you have changed?" Sam asked. 

"Yes," Tom sighed. "She doesn't believe me." 

"We need an insider," Tuwaine suggested. 

"We just need to convince not only y/n, then," said Haz. "She has a very poisonous voice there by her side." 

"Lizzie," Tom growled. "And how to make Lizzie convince herself?" 

"Ask her for help, for the party!" Sam suggested.”Maybe she’ll think you’ve changed, too!”

Tom thought about it. "Okay, okay," he said as he pulled out his phone, texting Lizzie asking about ideas for the shower of y / n. 

"I don't know," Haz hesitated. "I think Lizzie isn't so happy with y / n's wedding either." 

"Do you think so?" Tom raised his head. 

Tuwaine was the first to let out a laugh. "Tom, please, the only thing Lizzie wants in this life is for y/n  to get away from you." The other friends followed his laughter.

“Really?” Tom frowned. 

“Yeah, but I heard her speaking at the party,” Haz said. “She told Hannah how she was unsure, that y/n should not marry someone she had just met.” 

“She’s right about that,” Tom rolled his eyes. 

“But still, she doesn’t like you,” Tuwaine added. 

“Oh, no, she likes him just fine,” Sam teased. “But she’s angry Tom doesn’t like her in the same way.” 

Tom rolled his eyes, but he received a text from Lizzie. 

“Flowers, lots of flowers,” it read. 

And he knew Lizzie meant that text. Because y/n loved flowers. 

“Have the place be presentable. Fairy tale with taste, not too much.” She textured again. 

"Ah, that's fine ... Now, you have to ... Transform this men's cage into a dream place," Tom said with little desire. 

"What is a bridal shower, again?" Harry asked. “Do you have to bring strippers? Oh, what if you're the stripper for. ” 

“No, no, no! it's not a bachelorette party, ”said Tom. "Actually, uh ... I don't know, I just know that we have to do the centerpieces, oh and plan games." 

"Games, yes, I had some of that on my board on pinterest ..." Haz said. "Here it is! 30 games to do in a Bridal Shower! ” 

Harry took Haz's cell phone, reading the games. 

"great, that sounds promising," Tom said, he looked too stressed. "Hey, let's see." 

Harry read the list. "You know, most of the games are really coupley things," said Harry. “You know… for couples who have been together for a long time. It would be easy if it were you. ” 

“You could make a game like that, right? Let her understand that she doesn't know Miguel and that you Tom, are the one who should really be with her, ”Tuwaine said. 

"Yes ... Yes," Tom cleared his throat. 

"Yes, the nearly-wed game," Haz said. "I'll send a text to Miguel, I'll have him answer the questions and-" 

"You have his number?" 

"I had to spend a whole day with him, man, what did you expect?" Harrison sighed. “But, let's ask him questions and let y/n try to answer them. And vice-versa, make y/n answer a questionnaire, and we have Tom answer it. ” 

“Cool, now help me out wit these,  ‘the thanks for coming’ gifts,” Tom said, as he took out little bags. 

"Toblerones?" Asked Harry as he looked into the bag. 

"Yes..." Tom smiled. “Toblerones.” 

“And… is this Harry Potter themed? I thought the theme was pink.”

Haz laughed, “the theme is the night Tom fell in love with her.” 

——

Not far from there, y/n was not having a good time. She felt her head was going to explode. She was sure that whatever that had happened at the dancing lesson was not insignificant. She was in her hotel room, with Lizzie sitting on the edge of her bed while y/n was complaining against the pillow. 

Lizzie was drinking from her glass of wine while staying quiet.

"Are you done?" She asked her friend. 

"No," answered y / n. “I have serious problems.” 

“Needless to say.”

“I love Miguel,” said y/n, more for her than for Lizzie, who decided to remain silent. "I mean ... I don't know why I'm doing this." 

"Y / N, you’re not over Tom," Lizzie told her. 

"What are you talking about? I'm over him… No, wait, I'm not over because I was never… above him, ”Y / n closed her. eyes. "I mean ... You know what I mean." 

Lizzie poured her a glass of wine. "Okay,y/n, it's time we talked." 

"Talk about what?"

"Talk about how you have been in love with Tom for a long time already?" 

Y / N glared at her friend. "No ...that is not true." 

"Come on, y / n, I can assure you that I know the day you fell in love with him." Lizzie sighed. "it was just shortly after you met, when you had that great big  essay, you remember? The big Christmas party? We were on finals.” 

"That ..." 

"You fell in love at that time, and ... if I didn’t know Tom any better, I also believe that he fell in love at that precise moment. ” 

Y/N took a sip of her wine glass. Yes, she remembered it too.

5 years ago. 

It was cold, y/n had not stopped sneezing, and she had a mixture of tissues, notes and books around her bedroom. Her eyes were covered with dark circles and her nose was red. She was curled up while trying to read yet another book so she could finish her essay on the criticism of contemporary media, talking about free speech with legal terms and other nonsense that y/n did not remember due to her illness.

She was almost finished but, y/n, like the great student She was, she was still editing it. There was a party, Tom had invited her and her friends. Haz and he were celebrating the finals and Christmas. Honestly, it was yet another way to get girls to bed. 

Y/ n's friends had been gushing about how amazing it was that y/n was now friends with a celebrity. And they were insisting on how y/n should be dating Tom, thing which, y/n of course declined, being that because clearly Tom was not the kind of guy you go out on dates with, but someone for a one-night stand. Y/n didn’t want that.

Besides, she liked him, as a friend, of course. 

But she wasn’t going to the party, she had an essay to finish. Besides, she felt worse and worse by each second. Every second her cold was killing her. 

"Are you sure you're not going?" Rachel, her roommate, asked. “It's you whom he invited.” 

“I am sure, I don't want to risk getting even more sick, have fun, get out, and I hope you get some.” 

She had sent a text to Tom, telling him she wouldn't go to his party because her body had decided to betray her, but she wished him luck and asked him to please not sleep with any of her friends, she didn't want things to be uncomfortable. 

-C'mon, please join us, it'll be fun, you know what they say, drinking whiskey is like going to the doctor

-Who says that? 

-I just did

-I'm sorry, I really wish I could, but I need to rest, have fun, tho!

So she curled up in her bed, coughing as she covered herself. She fell asleep. But not for long because someone had knocked on her door. Y / N, covered with a blanket, approached the door, which opened only to reveal a coated Tom who had a pizza box in one hand and another box with other things under it. 

"What are you doing here?" She asked, perplexed as Tom surrounded her to enter the room. 

"I came to take care of you," Tom said. "My God, you're a mess." 

"Take care of me?" 

"Yes, I told you I would throw that party to spend time with you, you decided not to come so I assumed I would bring the fun to you," Tom said with a smile. "I will help you clean up and then we will watch a movie," Tom said, leaving the box with things on her bed and the pizza on her desk, while throwing out y/n’s tissues and cleaning up her mess. 

Y / N looked at him perplexed, with a smile, but not without , of course, sneezing.

"Hell, you sound terrible," Tom scoffed. “I believe you now, I mean I saw you with the red nose but it could’ve been makeup.” 

“What… what is this?” Y/n asked approaching the box. 

"A care package." 

Y / N burst out laughing. “Really?” 

“Yes, hey, I told you that I wanted to be your best friend, right? I think it's a good start, besides, you deserve it, I've seen you kill yourself for school, you need a break, ”Tom said, as he approached the box. "It has everything you need, I know you're old-fashioned and you still have a DVD, so I brought your favorites, Harry Potter." 

Y / N smiled as she looked at the box. It had the Harry Potter movies, vitamin C supplements, chapstick, lotion, medicine,gatorades, tissues, advils, tea bags in a new cup, popcorn, toblerones (y / n's favorites), a pair of socks and a blanket . Y / N's heart melted. 

Tom finished cleaning up the mess y/n had built up while y/n watched him and helped him with it. She saw him, for the first time, in a different way. 

"Besides, I brought pizza, because I'm sure you forgot to eat," Tom said. “Now, put on the movie, snuggle up, take your pills, while I'm going to search for some hot water for your tea, okay?” 

“But… Tom, your party,” said y/n. 

"There will be more parties, silly," Tom laughed. “A friend needs me.” 

And y/n had felt like her body was quickly warming up, and she was sure it wasn't a fever. And in that moment when she saw him smile, y/n understood many things about Tom. What she had seen from the beginning, just a few weeks ago. Tom was someone who cared. Tom was meticulous and loyal as a friend. 

And she suddenly felt that her stomach was churning, maybe she could blame the same cold, but she had decided to ignore it. Blaming it on illness, when she was completely sure that she had fallen in love with Tom. She saw it with different eyes, and although it was too early to say it, she had seen him with blind eyes. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” she told him as soon as he came back. 

“I sure did, you deserve to have fun, too,” Tom chuckled. “Look, I will also take you out for breakfast tomorrow.” 

“Hmm—breakfast?” 

“Fine, brunch so you can sleep a bit more, alright?” Tom grinned. “But actually sleep! I’ve seen how you live on coffee and you should actually sleep more.” 

Y/n chuckled, he was right. They stayed quiet for a bit. 

“The pizza is great, but you know what I’m craving right now?” She looked at him. 

“strawberry cheesecake,” Tom guessed. 

Y/N blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she laughed. “I was actually thinking about that!”

Tom’s eyes widened. “No way!” 

Y/n giggled between coughs. “Yes! How could you even guess?”

Tom shrugged. “We were meant to be friends, y/n,” he smirked. “Now, let’s prove if this is destiny or not. What dessert am I craving?”

She looked him in the eyes. “I—well,” she bit her lip. “Chocolate truffle cake.” 

Tom blinked. “Now that is creepy.” 

Y/n raised her eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really, that is creepy.” 

“Maybe we read each other’s mind—“ she smiled, as she snuggled with her blanket and her old Mickey Mouse plush. 

“Still creepy,” he laughed. 

“You know, I need to take you to this bakery, it’s near here, I discovered once when it was raining and I had nowhere else to get in, it’s sooo good, they have all kinds of dessert.” 

“Like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate truffle cake?” Tom grinned. 

“Yes, like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate truffle cake.”

That had been the first of many times curled up watching Harry Potter. It became another tradition between the two of them, who shared it only with each other. And since that day, y/n had not been able to let her feelings stop growing. But Tom had taught her that he was not a good match, that Tom was simply not built for relationships. 

Which brings us back to today, where she was drinking from a glass of cheap wine in a hotel room with Lizzie. 

"I'm not in love with him," said Y / N, trying to convince her friend. 

"You are," Lizzie told her. "Y / N are you sure you're going to marry a man when you love someone else?" 

"I don't know, Lizzie, it's complicated," said y / n. “It's… I love Miguel, he loves me like someone should love me. I don't have to beg him for his love, do you understand? Miguel doesn't go around reminding me that he can't love me. ”

“ Y / N. ” 

“ Maybe, Lizzie, I was in love with Tom, I can't… I don't know, I think it's something that had to happen, and you're right, It all happened that night, when he decided not to go to his party to take care of me, ”she smiled as she remembered. 

“Yeah.” 

“But, being honest, Lizzie, why wouldn't I fall in love with him? Have you thought about that?  I mean, he ... he gave everything for me, that night is just one of many, I thought maybe he felt something too. I mean, how many times didn't he pull an all-nighter himself to help me with an exam? Or how many times wasn't he there comforting me to cry with me? It was... the little details, from knowing my favourite chocolate to knowing that I accumulate notebooks. ” 

“ I know. ” 

“ But, it seems I always found a way to avoid it, as if every time he knew he was doing something to make me fall in love… He was with another girl, and yet with another girl. ” 

“ I know, I was one of the victims, I was an aware victim, though. ” 

“ You were? ” 

“ Y / N, the last time I slept with him was to prevent you from doing it, we both know Tom, he always plays that little game with you, he always looked forward to playing with you and ... And I saw that several times that you were just about to give in, but, as someone who once slept with him, I didn't want you to feel that, you know? I didn't want you to suffer that particular disappointment, ”Lizzie said with a little guilt. “Oh, I don't know,y/n.” 

“Come again?” 

“I think I saw the way you saw him, and sometimes I came to think that Tom felt the same about you and then… Then he did those things, and he turned around to flirt with whoever was in the room. ” 

“ Thank you for bringing that back, ” y/n sighed, gulping down her wine.

"Tom doesn't know how to love,y/n, or ... or maybe he does, I don't know, he's scared, that's what I see, and being honest, I can't stand it," Lizzie said. “Because in spite of everything, he is the man who has made my best friend cry the most.” 

She was right. 

“No… I don't know,” y/n ignored her gaze, knowing she was right. "But he's also a very good friend." 

"I can't deny that," Lizzie said. “But I think, I think you have to let him go.” 

“I know,” said y/n . “I tried that, I did that, and for six months, I was fine, I missed him too much, because… He's my best friend, and he's always there for me.” 

“As long as you have him close,” Lizzie told him. "You'll continue with that doubt, with that hope." 

"But you saw him today, right?" Y / N insisted. "You saw how he looked at me, and… oh Lizzie, when I was dancing with him, I felt ... I felt everything, even more than with Miguel." 

The two finished their drinks and Lizzie filled them again. They remained silent, while pretending to watch the background film they had been playing all this time. 

"Y/N are you sure you want to get married?" Lizzie asked. "I understand that you want to forget Tom, but is getting married necessary?" 

Y/N did not answer suddenly but looked at her cell phone. She had a photo of Miguel as her background, as if to remind herself that he was her fiancé and not Tom. However, when unlocking it, she had a picture with Tom. She checked her notifications, and there was what she needed, a message from Miguel. Poetry, Said poetry she loved. 

“Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. ” 

Y/N smiled to herself.

"Yes, I want to marry Miguel,"  she said confidently. “I just need to see a picture with him to remember why I want to do it, I guess… I guess I'm having all these thoughts because I know I'm going to let Tom go, forever.” 

“Forever?” 

“Yes , I don't want to live tied to him, and if I don't let him go ... I'll stay there like a fool, dancing with him just to see how he goes and ends up sleeping with another girl, I can't keep hopeful in that fantasy of him finally falling in love with me, ”y/n reminded her. "So ... after the wedding, I don't know ... Well, for starters, I'll stay there with Miguel, I'm going to leave London." 

Lizzie approached to hug her. "Take me with you. You can't leave me. ” 

Y / N let out a small, forced laugh. “I have to go, and I will, because I will love Miguel, and we will build a life together.” 

“Is that what you want?” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, y/n,” said Lizzie, as she looked at her cellphone, she erased her last notification. 

"Am I crazy?" Asked y/n.

"Very crazy, but I think Miguel will do you good," Lizzie told her. "However, if you're going to get Tom out of your life ... And after being so many years in love with him ..." 

"What?" 

"Well, if I were you, I'd have a little fun," Lizzie hinted with a smile. “I mean, you both would have to get each other out of your lives, then…” 

“Lizzie! You're saying that… ” 

“Yes, sleep with Tom, ”Lizzie laughed. "What could go wrong?" 

"I am engaged!" Claimed y / n. 

"That didn't stop you today," Lizzie reminded her. “Think about it, it was a joke… But, it would be good if you actually knew who you were in love with.” 

“Lizzie!” 

“Y/N! You’ve been in love with him for five years now. You’re getting married! And you’re never going to see him again, sleep with him, then he will have to kick you out it of his life and you will have to kick him out of your life, and you’re good! And you won’t live without knowing what it was like to sleep with probably the love of your life!” 

“He’s—not the love of my life,” lied y/n. “Miguel is.” 

“Whatever! You know you want to sleep with Tom!” Insisted Lizzie. 

“No, no. That is why I have to go back to Mexico, I will continue with that plan! if I spend 10 more minutes alone with him, I will not be able to control myself. ” 

“Do what you want y/n, ”Lizzie laughed. "It was just an idea." 

Y / N rolled her eyes. “Idiot.” 

“Oh, sometimes I appreciate that you didn't sleep with him,” Lizzie laughed, while y / n now served them both more wine. 

Y / N shook her head. They were silent for a while, watching the movie that was in the background. 

“Was he…” Y / N cleared her throat. “Was he good?” 

Lizzie smirked and raised her eyebrows. "Very." 

Y/N laughed. "I mean, with all that experience, wouldn't expect anything else." 

Lizzie laughed. "Boy knows his ways," she admitted. "And tell me ... Miguel?" 

"It's ..." Y / N flushed. "Well, nothing to do with the British guys ... He moves differently." 

"Different good?" 

"Oh, definitely, different better!" Y/n chuckled. 

Both friends started laughing to each other and gushed about the other guys they'd dated. Having fun, remembering fun anecdotes. 

—

Y/N had showed up to her bridal shower with just a slight hangover. Big was her surprise when it wasn’t a disaster. It was… perfect. Pink, very pink, but perfect. With a few touches of white and yellow thanks to the flowers Tom had chosen. 

It was cheesy but with taste, and incredibly nice. Tom served pizza, which perfectly captured y/n’s request of ‘nothing too big’. There were some big pillows on the floor where they’d be playing after. It reminded y/n of a slumber party of sorts. 

Tom was the only man around, because he was her maid of honor, of course. He was nervous and he seemed a bit out of character. Although, he had been acting that way since y/n had come back.

“Lizzie, hello,” he greeted her. 

“I’m impressed,” she admitted. “This is the best shower I’ve been to.” 

“Really?” Tom cleared his throat. “Thank you, I hope y/n likes it.” 

Lizzie raised her eyebrows at him. “What’s the theme, though? I mean… it’s lovely—“

“Ah it’s… pink, I guess,” Tom lied. “Pink slumber.” 

Lizzie gave him an authentic smile. “With strawberry cheesecake and pink chocolate cake, I see… and I saw you had some Harry Potter hints, too.” 

“Well, y/n loves Harry Potter, I guess I just threw in a bit of what she loves,” Tom accepted. 

“I see,” Lizzie gave him a sad smile. 

The party continued, and y/n, with a glass of champagne on her hand, eventually approached Tom. 

“Tom, this is adorable,” she told him. 

“I’m glad,” he grinned. 

Y/N was nibbling on a Toblerone. “I’m… seriously, thank you so much.” 

“I’m not going to lie, I was going to a Mexican themed party, but I realized that I could’ve gone in a… totally not appropriate way and that would’ve been bad, so the theme is… Pink, simpler, nicer.” 

Y/n chuckled. “Yeah, and oh thanks for the Toblerone, I totally love these,” she chuckled as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “You look nice today.” 

Tom blushed looking down. “Thanks, you look… spectacular, that dress is beautiful.” 

Y/N smiled but cleared her throat. “Oh… eh, and I just… wanted to thank you for coming to the dancing lessons with me.” 

“Anything for you,” Tom said looking into her eyes. 

Y/N blinked. There it was again, that promise which held so much but his love. 

Tom smiled. “And oh, listen, the only Mexican thing is the music, listen to it, it’s… lovely,” he said turning the volume higher. “this is actually a song named ‘Solamente Una Vez’, am I pronouncing that right?” 

Y/n chuckled. “Yes, I think.” 

“Well, it’s a song… About falling in love just once,” he said looking into her eyes. 

Y/N cleared her throat as she gulped down her champagne. “Nice, uh… Did Miguel recommend it?” 

Tom closed his eyes. “No… He, he didn’t.” 

Y/N looked away, Lizzie quickly saw her and ran to save her. 

“Tom, let’s start with the games!” She suggested. 

Soon enough they were gathered around on the pillows and on the couch, waiting for the games that Tom had prepared. They were all cheerful, and happy. 

Tom chuckled. “Well, as you may know, I don’t truly know how these things work. Maybe I went a little over the top,” he announced. “I feel weird being surrounded by all these women.” 

“Are you really, though?” Lizzie nudged Rachel, who was definitely not happy to be there.

 Tom blushed, clearing his throat. “Anyway, uh--” 

Y/N glared at Lizzie. “It’s amazing, Tom, thank you.” 

“I had to do a little research, because I thought initially this was supposed to be the bachelorette party… And I didn’t have time to cancel the strippers!” 

Anna, y/n’s mom’s eyes widened. “Tom!” 

He laughed. “No, I’m joking, I’m joking… But with uh, the little research I made, the bridal shower is to…” Tom gulped. “Support the marriage and celebrate the bride,” Tom said looking at y/n. “The beautiful and most amazing bride.” 

Y/N chuckled and mouthed a thank you to Tom. 

“Enough of this,” Lizzie yelled. “Let’s play the games.” 

“Well, I thought it’d be a good time to quiz all of us on knowing the bride,” Tom smirked. “I’m gonna pass some… questionnaires and we will see who knows her the best, we will also be competing against the groom,” Tom laughed. “Who was kind enough to send his answers by text.” 

They laughed and started filling it up. 

Y/N looked at the questions, and bit her lip. There was no way in which Miguel could’ve answered all of them right. Probably, the only one who could really answer them all was… Tom. 

“Well, let’s start, an easy one, okay?” Tom grinned. “Uh, where did the bride and groom meet each other?” he asked. “Y/N, love, mind checking my answers while I check Miguel’s?” 

Y/n smiled at Tom. “Mexico, when I was stuck in a rainstorm.” 

Tom grinned. “Who got that one correct? Check all your answers then. And let’s see, Miguel got that one correct.” 

“Wait, uh, Tom… “Lizzie intruded. “I’ll… ask the next one, and we can keep asking them.” 

Tom shrugged. “As you wish.” 

Lizzie looked down. “What’s y/n signature drink?” 

“Iced coffee…” Y/n answered. “But…Pink mimosas if we’re talking alcohol,” she chuckled, winking.  

Tom chuckled. “And… the groom’s answer was… Beer and… Tequila” Tom raised his eyebrows. “I think Miguel thinks he’s dating me, instead.” 

Y/N chuckled. “Okay, to be fair with him, back in Mexico, I did only drink just that,” she admitted. She looked down at Tom’s answer. ‘Iced coffee, except when it’s cold, then hot cocoa, and pink mimosas if it’s alcohol’. Y/N gulped. 

They continued with more questions, some of them Miguel guessed correctly, but most of them he didn’t. However, each question, Tom had guessed it correctly and with all the ‘buts and whys’ answered right beside it. He knew her, entirely. And she had kept drinking from her champagne while either of her friends refilled her glass. 

“What’s her go-to karaoke song?” Y/N’s mom asked after a few questions. “Easy, I can answer it, Dancing Queen!” 

“While that answer is partly correct Anna,” Tom chuckled. “That’s only when she’s sober.” 

Y/N blushed embarrassed. Her mother stared at y/n chuckling. 

“Oh yes, her rendition of Toxic, might be the best I’ve seen,” Hannah laughed. “The choreography.” 

Y/N laughed, embarrassed. She was still sober enough to know she wouldn’t need to perform it. That didn’t mean she would. 

“I’ve got to differ,” y/n answered. “While both of those options are correct… Tom was the one who guessed it fair and square,” Y/N chuckled awkwardly as she stared at his answers. Her three go-to karaoke songs were there. 

“You all missed ‘You’re the One that I want’ from Grease,” Tom laughed watching her. “Shall we?” He asked as he looked for his phone, and searched for the song. “No, no, I’m not doing it,” Y/N laughed, while their friends cheered. 

“Oh my god,” Anna giggled. 

Tom stood up, reaching for y/n’s hand. “C’mon,” he said before starting the song. The piano gave y/n’s chills. 

She smirked. “Tell me about it, stud,” she said. 

The rest of the party continued, after y/n’s and Tom’s performance, it suddenly got more interesting. But nothing too weird, Tom hadn’t really done anything wrong and y/n was just waiting for him to hook up with one of her friends. He didn’t. He hadn’t even flirted with them, he had only smiled and listened to them, but no flirting. He had remained incredibly decent and had only paid attention to y/n. Maybe, y/n thought, he was no longer afraid to flirt with her because he thought that y/n wouldn’t fall because she was engaged. Little did he know that was the bigger problem. 

The questionnaire had remained on her head, for the rest of the party. Miguel hadn’t been able to answer most of the questions. His answers had been incredibly naive and basic, while Tom’s were on point, as that question about her favourite movie in which he answered: ‘She says her favourite movie is Death Poet Society, which it is, but The Princess Diaries might be her actual favourite.’

But the party ended, it had been perfect. And y/n wasn’t sure if had been the recent conversation she had had with Lizzie, or if it actually was themed to that night. Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about it. The pizza, the Toblerone, the Harry Potter things and the blankets. Maybe it was her imagining stuff. 

That didn’t impede her, of course, from booking her flight to Monday that very next monday. She hadn’t told Tom. But she had asked him to go shopping the next day with her, with Lizzie’s idea still roaming on her head. Hooking up with Tom one last time before she got married. As a cleanse. But it wouldn’t make any sense. 

Besides, she needed to know where he was in that situation, which brought her to the next day after the party, Saturday, only two days before her flight. A stupid decision, really, to bring him over to check on some ‘clothing’. She had stalled, because she really didn’t want to see it. 

However, Tom had been perfect. A perfect maid of honour, he had asked been her confidant, asking if she was actually ready to do all of this. 

Tom had been particularly quiet and seemed to have his head elsewhere, but he was still there. 

They were walking past the particular shop wanted to visit. Victoria Secret. 

“I need to check the lingerie,” she sentenced as she dragged him to the shop. Tom turned red. 

“What?” 

“For the wedding night!” Y/N chuckled, seeing him turning tense.

“Well, check it with Liz! Or Hannah! Not with me,” Tom coughed, awkwardly. “No.” 

“Are you crazy? You’re the perfect person for this job! Who’s taken more lingerie than you?” She laughed as she walked over to see the babydolls, and the teddy’s. 

Tom squeezed his eyes shut. “Fair point.” 

He followed after her. 

“Let’s put your whoring to some use,” she laughed. 

Tom followed after her. He was sweating. 

“You get nervous around underwear?” Y/N teased. 

“I can’t be recognized here,” he mumbled. “Especially not with an engaged woman,” Tom reminded her. 

Y/N laughed. “Ah, please, people know we’re just friends.” 

“Are we,” he mumbled, but y/n chose to ignore it. 

She kept going through the racks as Tom tried to ignore her, scrolling through his phone, texting, until y/n walked into the fitting room. 

“So, have you talked to… Miguel?” Tom asked as he strolled in front of the room. 

“Yes, yes, I...can’t wait to see him again. 

“Of course,” Tom answered. “Well… Uh, yn? I have to thank you.” 

“Me? I should be thanking you… the bridal shower was incredible,” Y/N told him as she put on one of the red teddy’s she had chosen. 

“Right… But I have to thank you, for well, asking me to be your maid of honour, yeah… it’s gonna sound crazy, but you’ve really opened my eyes to the whole idea of marriage.” 

Y/N stayed quiet, thinking about the ring she had found in his drawer. She faked a laugh. “Right.” 

“I mean it,” he said. 

“Have… you met someone Tom?” She asked him, not wanting to hear a very specific answer. 

“No.” 

“Then how can you be serious? I mean, would you buy a ring without having a girlfriend?” Y/N questioned. 

He sighed. “I don’t know I just…. I don’t know.” 

Y/N bit her lip, before she walked out of the fitting room, slowly, staring into his eyes.

 He chuckled as he sat down. “Well?” 

She smirked as she batted her eyes before walking out with a pink and black corset, tied to the black pantyhose she was wearing. 

She walked over in the sexiest way she could, with a slow pace and a lascivious look, seeing Tom getting red and flustered. His mouth opened in awe as she smirked before twirling a finger around her hair. 

Tom’s eyes couldn’t be more opened as y/n saw him practically undress her with his sight. 

“Well, you think Miguel will like it?” She popped the question. 

Tom suddenly shook his head and coughed. “No.” He looked away. Before chuckling and walking over. 

“It’s… just…” Tom giggled. “Cute.” 

Cute? He had basically already eaten her three times with the glance he had given her and he said it was cute? 

“Cute? I don’t wanna look cute on my wedding night!” Y/N complained. 

Tom rolled his eyes. “Well, that’s how you’ll look, you’re… cute, y/n,” He gulped. “Maybe try something else.” 

Y/N sighed, before getting back to try on more. 

Eventually, she decided on one, even if Tom wasn’t convinced. This had been the first time he wasn’t all supportive of everything, but he seemed flustered. 

Y/N had insisted on going to the bakery, where she wanted to talk alone with him, she was finally telling him. 

“So… why did we come today? It’s Saturday? Are we seeing more wedding stuff related, tomorrow? We’re still up for brunch, right?” 

“Tom… No, it’s… it’s my last day in London.” 

Tom blinked. “What?” 

“I’ve been meaning to tell you, but… I didn’t know how I’m… I’m moving to Mexico with Miguel and I… Tomorrow’s my last day in London.” 

And it was probably her last Sunday with Tom.

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comfort zone I part 4 - teaser #2

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Synopsis: What do you do when you love them but want someone else?

A/N: Hi guys! Firstly, I want to apologise for my long absence. I don't want to dwell on it too much, last month was extremely busy for me. However, I'm back now and to those who were patiently waiting for me to post - thank you for staying here and I love you guys! This is yet another teaser for part 4 of comfort zone. I'm about to finish writing it soon so I will post the whole part in a few days, but I wanted to make up for not posting for a while! I hope you're excited and I can't wait to read your thoughts! Love, W.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes!

Read part 1, part 2, and part 3

In Harrison’s mind winning you over wasn’t hard. He had a plan and it included being the best man he could be for you. Not that he normally wasn’t nice but when it came to you, he made sure to put extra effort in everything he was doing because he wanted to impress you so much. He failed to understand one thing, though, and it was his own admiration towards you. You were a good girl from a good house and Harrison knew that, he was your friend before but he couldn’t make out when he first realised he liked you and when liking you turned into being into you and when that turned into completely and utterly adoring you. His feelings crushed at him at the most unexpected moment and it scared him and thrilled at the same time. He was eager because you never failed to keep him on his toes, making him submit to you and falling in love with you every single day but also afraid because he never in his life felt such intense feelings towards any girl and he didn’t quite know what it meant for him. However, Harrison wasn’t stupid. He was more than aware of Tom’s feelings for you even if the man himself wasn’t yet. The way Tom spoke about you, with how much love your name rolled out of his mouth started making Harrison sick to his stomach. He was Tom’s friend but he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking to you or blocking you from his life. Harrison was breaking the bro code and he hated to be that person but he didn’t want to choose between love and friendship. That’s why he never told Tom about you. In his eyes, you and Harrison were just good friends who reconnected after losing contact. The blonde didn’t have the heart to reveal the truth, especially when Tom was venting to him about how he fucked up your friendship and how bad he wanted you back. He didn’t even have the courage to back up when the oldest Holland asked him for help with winning you back. That’s how he knew that Tom was about to call you tonight to make things right and that was the reason for your little adventure. Well, it wasn’t the only reason because he still wanted to do something nice for you and spend some quality time together but he still wished you forgot about Tom. He wished that after today you would see that Harrison was better for you than the bruette, because even though he was assured of your mutual attraction, he knew you still liked Tom. Another thing was that Harrison knew he was always the second choice. Most girls only talked to him to get with Tom and he was sick of being treated like a means to an end. Once in his life he wanted to be the chosen one, he wanted you to choose him. He hated himself for competing with his best friend for your favours, but what made him feel even worse was using Tom’s feelings to his advantage. Despite everything, they were still best friends. Harrison had Tom’s plan of making you like him again written in his head that’s why he was ten steps ahead in their game. He didn’t like referring to you as a prize someone could win, you weren’t an object that could satisfy anyone but that was how he felt - like a player who was too proud to back up even if he knew he should. The truth was Harrison was desperate. It’s been too long since he got a sense of comfort from someone, since he felt needed and wanted, and to his liking and hating, since someone made his skin burn just by a simple brush or caused his blood rush south just by glancing at him. He wanted- no, he needed that intimacy. He did what he did because it’s been too long since he felt like he was alive.

“Hey, are you okay?” your sweet, dripping with concern voice brought Harrison back to harsh reality.

“Oh, sorry. Yes, yes, I’m okay,” he didn’t know if he was trying to convince you or himself but it seemed to work as your full of worry eyes gleamed with their usual playfulness.

“You haven’t been listening to anything I said, have you?” a lopsided smile and apologetic glance sent your way were enough to confirm your suspicion. “It’s okay, it wasn’t anything interesting anyway,” you faked a chuckle to relieve some tension as you felt stupid for rambling. That must have been the reason Harrison zoned out, you thought, mentally scolding yourself for boring him.

“Hey, hey, no! Look at me, please,” at his plea you moved to face the blonde and you immediately melted just from looking straight into his ocean blue eyes. “I’m sorry for zoning out. Please, don’t think that I’m not interested in what you’re saying. It’s just um…” you sent him a warm smile noticing the hesitation in his melodic voice hoping it would help him to open up. The trick did its job as Harrison giggled at you. “It isn’t fair, you know?” he groaned playfully.

“What are you talking about?” you played stupid, sending him another “innocent” smile.

“THIS is what I’m talking about! You can’t just smile at me like that, it makes my knees weak and I want-” Harrison bit his tongue just in time to stop himself from saying something he’d regret later. He wasn’t ready to tell you about his feelings yet, as horrible as it sounded he needed to take Tom out of the picture first.

“And you want…” you didn’t let him get away with continuing, as you nodded at him to go on. Harrison cursed under his breath, not sure what to do next.

“I’ve just been having a rough time lately,” his mood shifted slightly and you probably wouldn’t notice if it wasn’t for him fidgeting with his fingers. You picked up that it was one of the things he used to do when he was nervous so you took matters into your own hands to lighten up the mood. You took his hand into yours, fingers intertwining with his as you squeezed his palm to silently assure him of your presence and support. Turning to face him you made a bold move to place a gentle kiss right at the corner of his mouth. You didn’t know what gave you confidence but you wanted to make him feel better, to show him you were there for him too. Pulling out slightly you made a mistake to avert your gaze from his lips and look him in the eyes. It felt as if the time stopped when Harrison subtly titled his head to the side without breaking eye contact. Desire evident in his azure irises consuming your soul, yet he hesitated to press his soft lips to your own. Noses brushing, you could feel his hot and uneven breath on your burning skin. Suddenly you forgot how to breathe, too occupied by the rapid heartbeat buzzing in your ears to pay attention to Harrison’s thumb caressing your rosy from excitement cheek.

“Whatever it is that you’re struggling with, I’m here for you,” you were scared to speak up so as not to ruin the sweet moment, so you whispered the words as delicately as you could, wishing that it could last forever. Harrison nodded at you, implying that he understood what you tried to say, too busy admiring your beauty from up close. After seeing his stare wandering on your features you suddenly became highly alerted of every single imperfection evident on your skin. Insecure of yourself, you turned away to look at the smouldering flames, too embarrassed to notice Harrison’s loving gaze.

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the way to your heart - chapter ten

pairing: fuckboy!exbestfriend!Tom x reader | college au

summary: Tom Holland was your best friend in middle and high school, and now he is the biggest player in college. Everything changed in only a few years and the only thing you want is to stay away from trouble, especially because Tom is the definition of trouble. But it is hard to stay away if there is a post-it note with a cheesy pickup line on your desk every day — from none other than Tom Holland.

warnings: swearing, a confrontation, (kinda) mentions of sex, angst

word count: 2,3k

A/N: who would have thought that we would make it to chapter ten some day? not me tbh... also, I tried to mix y/n’s and tom’s pov a bit in this chapter. pls pls pls reblog, comment, and give me some feedback!! :))

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“To be friends again!” The words slip from his lips without hesitation and as soon as they have left his mouth, he regrets it. 

You look at him with wide eyes and a shocked expression, and Tom mirrors your glance exactly the same. He is as surprised as you are.

“You- what?” you mumble quietly, more to yourself than to him. You stare into his chocolate brown eyes, not sure if he is kidding you or telling the truth. “Say that again.”

Tom hesitates for a moment, his fingers running nervously through his curls. “Do I really have to, y/n? I’m sure you heard me the first time,” he says slowly.

“Say it again.”

Taking a small step into your direction and locking his eyes with yours again, you don’t take a step back like the last time. “I want to be friends with you again, y/n,” he repeats himself, this time with a confident look in his brown eyes. 

“Why?” you ask, “why do you want to be friends with me?” And then something makes click in your head. “Is that the actual reason for the notes?!”

“I had to try, but I had to find out how you would react first. I did not want to risk it and go all in,” he explains, and you just stand there in front of him, listening to what he says and slowly, but surely you can see how your world gets turned around again. 

You open your mouth to say something but close it again to think about a better response. “But why. I don’t understand it,” you shake your head. “Why did you not want to risk it? Why did you write the notes? Why did you not talk to me in the first place?”

“I could not.”

You knit your brows together, “that’s not true, Tom. You could if you actually wanted to.” Your hands clench into fists. “I see you every day with some girl, and you can always talk to them and do other disgusting things.”

Tom’s eyes widen, and you know you have hit a soft spot. “That is not the same thing.”

“Oh, do you mean because I don’t want to sleep with you? Do you not know how to talk to girls that aren’t falling for your charm?”

“What the heck, y/n!” He sounds offended, and you cannot hide the smile that is tugging at your lips. “What are you talking about? Of course, I can talk to girls that aren’t interested in me?” 

“Then why didn’t you talk to me?” you question back. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose before tugging at the small curls in the nape of his neck. Tom always does this stuff when he is frustrated, and you are getting on his nerves right now. “I couldn’t, y/n. We have a history together and a lot of things changed.”

“Still, that is not a reason why you could not talk to me. I was your best friend, Tom. If there would be a person you could always talk to, it would be me,” you hiss, but you feel the sting in your chest at the same time. 

Tom swallows. “I’m sorry, y/n, but you don’t have this place in my life anymore. You were the one that gave it away,” he whispers and fumbles around with his fingers. 

You, on the other hand, stand there without any movement and without an emotion on your face. You put the wall back around you and your heart again, and no one is able to break it. Not even Tom.

“I hope all the girls on this campus realize that you are an asshole one day, and I hope they realize it sooner than me,” you mutter, your voice cold and quiet, and you don’t even recognize it yourself. “I hope they realize that you only want to have some fun.” 

“I’m not an asshole, y/n. Every girl I had something with was a hundred percent sure she wanted it too. I would never force a girl to something she doesn’t want,” he says, horrified about your opinion of him. “Do you really think I’m so bad?”

You shrug. “You don’t want to know what I think about you.”

“Actually I do.”

You rise your brows in question, and Tom gives you a small nod. You look into his eyes to search for something, but find nothing else as emptiness, so you do as told. There are some things you have to get out anyway. 

“I think you are a disgusting fuckboy, and I cannot get it into my head that you are the same person I was friends with. I cannot believe that a person can change so much, I don’t know who you are, Tom. And I cannot believe that so many girls are running after you, even if they know how you are and what you do.”

Taking a second, you stare into his eyes again, and he stares right back into yours, but he built a wall around him too, not allowing you to see what he actually feels. 

“When I saw you on campus the first time and I saw you with all these girls, I was kind of happy that I broke up our friendship because I would not want to be friends with someone like you,” you say and a second later, you regret it. That was too harsh.

Tom lets out a long breath that he was holding back for a while. He swallows the lump down his throat and breaks the intense eye contact with you. “Do you really think that all of them wanted to be in a relationship with me?”

“Do you really think that none of them wanted to?” you hiss back, and Tom thinks about it for a second.

“That’s what I thought, you don’t think about your actions and I guess you don’t even care.”

“Of course I care, y/n! I’m not a bad person. I care about people and I once cared about you. I loved you so much, y/n! Did you forget that?” he spits out, but you don’t miss the way his eyes look sad for a split second.

You let out a silent sigh, pressing your fingertips into your palms. “No, Tom, I could never forget that. I loved you too, you know.”

“Then why did you leave?” he asks after a moment of silence, and you think you heard his voice break.

Looking away, you take a shaky breath. Maybe Tom still has the ability to break down your walls. “I had to,” you whisper, “and I have to leave again.”

Tom nods a few times. “If this is what you want.”

“It is,” you give back and without turning around again, you leave his apartment, promising yourself to never come back here.

You walk around campus for the next hour or so, thinking about your conversation with Tom. You don’t want to go home, you don’t want to talk to Steph or Nate, and you sure as hell don’t want to see them having fun. You are not in the mood for jokes, and questions, and acting like you’re happy. 

Tom walks his shared living room up and down, up and down, and up and down, thinking about his conversation with you, and waiting for his best friend to come home. He needs to talk to someone, and he sure as hell needs some advice. 

But Tom doesn’t know that he has to wait a little more for his friend, because Harrison has other plans right now. 

You settle down on a bench, your head placed in your hands, and you don’t want to accept that the conversation makes you feel so ... sad. For the first time in the last weeks you feel confused about your own heart, and you don’t know what you want anymore. 

Do you really have a wrong picture of Tom in your head? Is the high school Tom maybe still inside him, deep down under all the hurt you caused him? Does he actually wants to be friends with you? The last question makes you think, and you feel something inside your chest that you can’t quite define. 

But you are scared, you don’t want to lose the brunette again - the first time already hurt too much, and sometimes you still feel the tightness in your chest. 

You are scared, because what if he only wants to get back at you for leaving him all those years ago?

Someone clears their throat next to you, and your head shoots up to see a tall blonde boy standing beside you. You knit your brows together, giving him a confused glance. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologizes and smiles gently. 

“It’s okay.”

You look him up and down, and it takes you a moment to remember that you saw him talking to Tom before you walked over to him a few hours ago. You notice that he changed his outfit and is now wearing sunglasses. Maybe he’s good friends with Tom, you see them a lot together. 

“Can I help you?” you ask, shuffling around on the bench uncomfortable, and you hope you don’t look as exhausted as you feel. 

The blonde grins, “I know you can.” He makes a weird hand gesture, silently asking if he can sit down next to you, and you nod slowly, still confused. “You’re y/n, right?”

You hum. “Yes,” you respond and brush one of your hair strands behind your ear to get a better look on the blonde boy. 

“Cool. I’m Harrison,” he exchanges his hand, and you take it. His hand is warm and soft, and his smile is contagious and gentle. “I’m one of Tom’s mates, and we live together in a dorm down there,” he adds and points somewhere, but you already know where Tom lives. 

You try to force a smile onto your lips and suppress the surprise in your eyes. What the hell does Tom’s friend want from you? 

“And how can I help you, Harrison?”

He leans back against the bench, a knowing grin taking place on his lips. “I know that you were friends with Tom a while ago, and I know about the notes,” he starts, and you look at him with surprise. You didn’t think Tom had told someone about the post-it notes. “And I’m here to talk to you about this,” he turns his head to look at you and pushes his sunglasses onto the top of his head, “because I think you have a wrong picture of Tom in your head.”

You don’t listen to him finishing his last sentence because his piercing, crystal blue eyes take your breath away and for a second you think the world stops spinning. You have seen these blue eyes somewhere already and you are more than sure that you aren’t confounding them. 

These blue eyes belong to one of the popular kids in your high school - the popular kids Tom left you for. You would regonize these eyes everywhere because you hated them for a long time, and now they are right in front of you, and you are staring into them. 

This can only be a joke.

You take a deep breath, and Harrison’s gaze shifts to worried. “Are you okay, y/n?” he touches your arm softly, “you’re really pale.” 

You nod slowly, staring at the blonde with wide eyes. “You were in our high school, right? You were one of the popular students, right?”

Now it’s Harrison’s turn to furrow his brows. “Yes, that’s where Tom and I met,” he answers and pulls back his hand. “Why do you ask?”

“You are the reason why Tom left me,” you say, realization hitting you.

Harrison’s eyes grow big instantly. He hesitates, slowly shaking his head. “I’m not the reason, y/n, and Tom never actually left you. I saw how you pushed him away a little more every day,” he says slowly and softly, trying not to hit your soft spot. “Tom and I were just friends, I did not steal him from you and neither did the others.”

You sit there on this bench on campus, listening to Harrison’s words and all you can think about is that yes, maybe you are the bad person in this, maybe Tom didn’t deserve all the hurt you caused him, and maybe you had no reason to hate him after all. 

You were selfish and scared of losing someone that meant so much to you, and this is the result.

“I’m sorry,” you push the words out with a lot of strength, “I have to go.”

Harrison tries to grab your arm, but you pull it away, walking as fast as you can and luckily Harrison isn’t running after you. You hear him calling your name a few times, but after you round the corner it’s silent again. 

Leaning your back against the building, you slide down the wall and pull your knees against your chest, your arms slinging around them. You stay in this position until your heart stops beating so fast, and your lungs get filled with a normal amount of air. 

After a while of sitting on the ground, you pull your phone out of your pocket to check if Nate and Steph have messaged you, they are probably already worried. 

You unlock your phone and let out a sigh as you see all your notifications. But before you can read any of the messages your best friends send you, your eyes land on a name you haven’t seen on your screen for a long, long time, and your heart starts beating faster all over again. 

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Anna's April Fic Recs ✨

Hello everyone, wellcome to my April fic recommendations (part 1) masterpost! This is a new thing I want to try to do and create a list like that twice a month. It really pains me that the amazing authors out there don't get the recognition they dereserve so I'm gonna do what I can to spread my love for them. I also hope more people will get to experience the joy of reading all these wonderful works!

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 could do to show our gratitude.

Without further ado, here are the fic I read this month and adored

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

Take a chance on me by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, single mum!au, fwb to lovers

Bucky's game nights by @eurynome827

series, slow burn, they're playing games with their hearts

Baby fever by @youlightmeupfinn

one-shot, who wouldn't want that man as their baby daddy?

All yours by @babyboibucky

one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky

A single thread by @jobean12-blog

one-shot, coffeeshop with Buck

New adventures by @celestialbarnes

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Beautiful girl by @borkingbarnes

one-shot, a morning with Buck

Erase every trace by @angrythingstarlight

one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky

What you need by @buckycuddlebuddy

one-shot, 18+, best friend and roommate!Bucky, a cam is involved 👀

Cookies, kisses and such by @sweetbucky

one-shot, friends to lovers

The Match by @/babyboibucky

series, ceo!bucky

Policework by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, police detectives!au

Eyes on you by @kleohoneyao3

one-shot, 18+

Take me as I am, whoever I am by @/jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+

Greedy by @/babyboibucky

one-shot, 18+, hot hot hot!

Destructive by @buckybarnesdiaries

one-shot, Bucky's scared of his feelings

Sunday kinda' love by @msmarvelwrites

one-shot, 18+, some things are more important than breakfast

Separation, connection (part 2) by @firefly-in-darkness

two-shot, 18+, the angst is strong in this one

Angel on her knees by @/babyboibucky

one-shot, 18+, Bucky gets some love hehe

Feelings are fatal by @sunmoonandbucky

series, steve leaves to be with Peggy, reader deals with the loss

It's messy inside, let me take your coat by @/divine-mistake

one-shot, 18+, plus size!reader

Beautiful people by @nacho-bucky

series, plus size!reader, the most real, beautiful, human story

Sam Wilson

Dancing with Sam Wilson would include... by @certifiedskywalker

head cannon, the title says it all

Positions by @luciilferss

one-shot, 18+, Sam's a gem Monday through Sunday

Identity by @samwilsons-pillowpecs

series, Sam loses memory and they say he wanted to kill Bucky

Amartment 3C by @/bohemianpages

series, Sam comes back from the snap to find his flat occupied

Honest by @xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, tfatws!sam

The first time you realise you are in love by @barnesnroses

part of a mini series, the fluff 😫

Walk me home by @whisperlullaby

one-shot, Sam comes to the rescue

Memory loss by @/captain-kelli

series, Sam and reader are on a hunt for winter solider

SamBucky

Cratures of habit by @callitdreamland

miniseries, sambucky x reader

How sweet it is by @indyluckycharlie

series, sambucky modern!au

The therapist by @holylulusworld

mini series, y/n helps them with their problems

Steve Rogers

Glitter by @sarahwroteathing

one-shot, elementary teacher!Steve x single mom!reader

Error by @buckysknifecollection

one-shot, de-serumed!steve

Words whispered in the dark by @anika-ann

part of the Attached series or stand alone, modern-college-professor AU, 18+

Corrupting a good boy by @donutloverxo

series, ceo!steve x desi!reader

Cash rules everything around me by @/slyyywriting

series, stripper!steve

Where the love light gleams by @/sunmoonandbucky

series, social media!au

Sharon Carter

Permanent by @/samwilsons-pillowpecs

one-shot, tattoo artist!sharon

Loki Laufeyson

Steam by @the--sad--hatter

series, slowburn, enemies to frenemies to idiots in love

Peter Parker

Love sick and a little bit drunk by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, collage!peter

Invisible string by @peterbenjiparker

series, soulmate!au

Don't hold back by @hollandcrush

one-shot, 18+, college!peter

Dancing with our hand tied by @/justeclipseblogs

series, stark!reader, enemies to lovers

My medication by @/kelieah

one-shot, broken teens in love

HOLLAND & CO.

Tom Holland

Lockscreen by @cherrycheridarling

one-shot, famous!reader

Monday mornings by @blissfulparker

one-shot, professor!tom x professor!reader

Written in the stars by @ptersmj

one-shot, fuff!!!

Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0

series, fwb!tom

Ski date by @tetralea

one-shot, 18+, idiots in love, friends to lovers

Take sugar? by @/hollandcrush

one-shot, carpenter!tom x ex-best friend!reader, 18+

I swear to God I never fall in love by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, fratboy!tom, 18+, spoiler alert: he does

Break up with your girlfriend by @rosyparkers

one-shot, 18+, frat football player!tom, cheerleader!y/n, fwb au

Perennial by @peeterparkr

series, sequel to Perdify, the biggest oof moment yet

All for her by @screamholland

series, single dad!tom

Royal convinience by @/poetrcy

series, royal!au

Kiss me slowly by @/storybookholland

one-shot, soft frat!tom

Harry Holland

Always by @/multiholland

series, best freind!harry

Sam Holland

'tis the damn season by @/unsaidholland

one-shot, ex boyfriend!sam

Our night by @/storybookholland

one-shot, jealous!sam

Harrison Osterfield

No way by @soft-haz

one-shot, friends to lovers

Second self by @/soft-haz

one-shot, 18+, reader gives Haz a hand wink wink

Harrison mastelist by @allegra-writes

lots of great Haz things!

Bet on it by @storybookholland

series, fwb

THE IRREGULARS

Whole masterlist by @uglypastels

these all wonderful!! you should also check out the amazing art works at the bottom of this masterlist

LEO

The Fountain of Ichor by @thegirlintheswivelchair

series, leo x lady-in-waiting!reader

OTHERS

Anthony Bridgerton

Sham, pride and illicit affairs by @/peeterparkr

series, quite possibly the most poetic fic ever written

Coming home again by @/misstonybridgerton

series, old friends reunite

Spencer Reid

An Interesting Electronic by @/homoose

one-shot, 18+

Frank Adler

I ruined our sweet tune by @/rodrikstark

one-shot, kinda professor!frank

Ransom Drysdale

The Five Times You Told Ransom Drysdale You Loved Him (And The One Time He Said It Back) by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

one-shot, childhood friends to life gets in the way to lovers

Sacrilage by @the-iceni-bitch

one-shot, 18+, you'll have to shower in holy water after this

Okay, I might have gone a little overboard but hey, there's no such thing as too much good fanfiction!

Enjoy! 🥰

[softholand]

♡ the way to your heart by @mcumendes

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: tom holland was your best friend in middle school and high school, and now he is the biggest player in college. everything changed in only a few years and the only thing you want is to stay away from trouble, especially because tom is the definition of trouble. but it is hard to stay cold if there is a post-it note with a cheesy pickup line on your desk every day — from none other than tom holland.

requested by @mcumendes