#sorry for using the word goober three whole times tonight but he is one

[let-me-luve-you]

Almost a Goodbye

Tom Holland x Sister (with Sam and a little bit of Paddy)

Summary: Your brothers interrupt you before you make a life changing decision.

Warnings: attempted suicide, angst, comforting brothers, difficult talks, vulnerable reader

A/N: This is a very triggering story, so please do not read if you think you will be effected by it.

MASTERLIST

Three months. That’s how long it’s been since your family had been fully together. Tom and Harry were in the States filming for the new Spider-Man movie. They were set to return in a little over a month. Being the only Holland girl within the siblings, you were protected and worshiped by your brothers. Yes you had your fights with them, but at the end of the day, you were family and you all loved each other. Even though Tom took Harry with him all the time, Tom was actually closest with you.

Recently you had been quiet. You stayed in your room more. Only went to school and home. Everyone just thought it was school since finals were coming up. But what no one knew was all the hate you got online and in person. People kept saying how you were using your brother to try and make your life easier. Thought you were using his name to get good grades by bribing the professors. The list of things people thought about you were endless.

At first you ignored it. Especially when it was only online. Then it started to happen in person and it slowly started to get to you. You didn’t want to believe them, but the more they said it, the more you did.

After weeks of constantly looking at the hate on social media and hearing people whisper about you at school, you finally hit your breaking point. People who had been your friends stopped talking to you. You couldn’t do it anymore. You decided that morning that today would be your last day.

You skipped school. Found a quiet, isolated place in the park. You pulled out your spiral to write your final words. Writing a note to every single person in your family except Tom. That was going to be the hardest one. He would be so disappointed in you. Hate you for giving up. You couldn’t write one. At least not yet.

After walking in the house, you quietly declined the food your dad offered you. Saying you grabbed food on the way home. You went to your room and shut the door. You sat your backpack down and sat at your desk. Deciding now would be the time to write your letter to Tom.

What seemed so hard, flowed so easily. You expressed how hard it had been. How you tried to ignore it and fight. That nothing was getting better. It felt like your whole world was falling around you and trying to bury you. Tears fell on the paper. You didn’t even know you had started crying. You finished the letter with an “I’m sorry. I love you.”

You went to your bedside table and grabbed the over the counter pain pills. You sat on your bed staring at them. You didn’t realize you had been sitting there for so long until you heard Sam.

“Hey Y/N/N, I made a new dessert. Want to come try it?” Sam asked. You looked up startled. You quickly moved the pain pills to the side where Sam couldn’t see them. “You okay?”

You panicked slightly knowing you had tears still falling down your face. “Yeah. I’m fine. I’ll be down in a bit. I’m not very hungry.”

Sam moved to sit by you. “Y/N you know you can talk to me.” He said as he saw Paddy in the doorway. “What’s going on? Is it school? Friend problems?”

“You can talk to me too. I always listen.” Paddy added as he walked towards your desk to sit down. He looked at the note that still lied on your desk. “What… What is this Y/N?”

Your head snapped up to see Paddy holding the letter to Tom. You shot off the bed to grab it from him but he ducked your advance and showed it to Sam. Sam started reading it and then saw the pain pills on your bed. He teared up finally understanding what was going on.

“Y/N/N baby…” Sam said as he looked up at you. “Talk to me.”

“I.. I uh..” You stuttered. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Make me understand.” He almost pleaded.

“I just…” You sighed as you sat on the bed. You grabbed your pillow and hugged it close. “I just can’t do it anymore. I have no friends. Everyone just talks crap about me online. I’d be doing everyone a favor if I was just gone.”

“You’re wrong.” Paddy spoke up. “I wouldn’t be able to fully function without you. You help me so much. You’re always looking out for me. Making sure I do my homework, or helping me with it. You fix me dinner when Mum, Dad, and Sam are working.”

“Paddy anyone can do that for you.” You sighed. “I’m never going to be good enough. I just want to be good enough.”

“Y/N you are the best damn thing that has happened to this family. Between us siblings, you’re the glue that keeps us going. You are the one that helps all of us.” Sam said as a tear fell down his face. “You give and give and give but you never take. Let us take care of you for once. Let us take away some of the pain you are feeling. Talk. to. us.”

“I can’t.” You whispered.

Sam sat down on your bed next to you. He wrapped you in a hug and kissed your forehead. “You can. You know why. You’re the strongest person I know.”

“Ca-… Can I just wait for Tom to come home and talk to him? I promise I won’t do anything stupid.” Sam sighed. Sam knows Tom is coming home early to surprise you, but it was still a week away.

“Tom won’t be home for a month. You know this Y/N. We can’t let you sit on something like this for that long.” Paddy said.

“How about this? Tonight we don’t talk. We just hang out and watch a movie. We can sit here and when you are ready to talk to us. We can talk.” Sam said.

“Just please don’t tell anyone. If I have to talk to you, please don’t tell mum and dad. And please please please don’t tell Tom or Harry. I don’t want them to worry. They have enough on their plates.” You begged.

“Okay, for now this is between us.” Sam lied.

“I’ll go get the popcorn, dessert, and pick out a movie for us. Meet in Sam’s room.” Paddy dictated. “Also wear your onesies I got you for Christmas last year.” You and Sam laughed at his bossiness.

The next week flew by. It was Friday afternoon and you didn’t have any classes. Your parents decided to take a small vacation to Ireland for the weekend to have time for themselves. Sam was working. Paddy was at a friends house. You sat in the living room watching tv.

He had told Tom that night after you had gone to bed. He had to get Harry to stop Tom from missing his last week of work. He tried to tell him he was watching you like a hawk and getting small bits and pieces out of you. Finally, one night you blew up. You were so angry at everything that day, that you just exploded on Sam. He finally understood.

He talked to you about deleting the social media apps from your phone and not getting on any of the websites on your computer. You easily agreed after you calmed down. Sam had noticed the difference in your attitude. He knew you still had work to do, but it was getting better.

Tom and Harry had just landed. Sam had texted when he left for work that your plan was to watch tv and movies all day since you had the house to yourself. Tom hopped into the driver seat of his car with Harry in the passenger seat. Tom dropped Harry off at home, knowing this was a conversation that needed to be had between just him and his sister.

As Tom pulled into his parents driveway, he started to get anxious. He sat there for a minute trying to gather his thoughts. He sighed as he got out of the car. He went to the back seat to get the bag of things he had bought for you. He always brings back something from each movie he films, but this time he went a little overboard when he was at your favorite shop.

He quietly walked in the front door. He walked towards the living room where he could hear the movie playing. When he peaked in, he saw you cuddling up with your favorite blanket asleep. He gently put the bag down next to your head as he sat down next to you. He pushed some of your hair behind your ear. He looked at you for a moment just to try to remember every detail he can. He almost lost you and he isn’t willing to risk wasting anymore time not embracing the moment.

“If you keep staring, I won’t grow a second head like I’ve always wanted.” You said as you started to wake up.

Tom laughed, “Just wanted to see how long it took you to wake up.”

“Well I’m awake now.” You acted annoyed as you sat up. “I really missed you Tomothy. Why are you home so early? I thought you weren’t due home until next month?” You said hugging him as you said his nickname.

“I missed you too, Goofy Goober. We wrapped early. I told everyone else and asked them not to tell you so I could surprise you.” He gave you a kiss on your head. “How have you been? How’s school?”

“Everything’s great.” You lied.

“Please don’t lie to me.” Tom sighed.

“I’m not.” Another lie.

“Sam told me.” Tom said. The color left your face as you heard what Tom said. “I’m not mad. I just want to talk about it. He also told me what you guys talked about a few nights ago. Thought it would be easier to have this conversation.” You looked away from Tom.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I swear I’m getting better now. I even scheduled an appointment with a therapist. Sam doesn’t know that though. I regret what I almost did. I’m going to get better. I promise you that.” You felt tears fall from your eyes. You tried to avoid looking at Tom.

Tom put his hand under you chin and turned your head towards his. “Look at me Y/N/N.” You refused to meet his eyes. “Come on. You can do it.” You slowly lifted your eyes to his. You noticed he was tearing up.

“I’m going to be with you in this fight. This isn’t something you have to fight alone.” He whispered. “No matter what, I will be here for you. I don’t care if it is 3 am and I’m on the other side of the world. I will answer a phone call or I’ll be on the next flight out. Nothing is more important than family. Not work, not Spider-Man, not anything. You are one of the most important people in my life.”

You started to cry harder as Tom continued. “When I got that phone call, it scared the living life out of me. I was on my way to ask for sometime off when Harry stopped me. He said Sam was helping you. That if I focused, the week would fly by and I could get home to you sooner.” You smiled at him.

“I’m really glad you’re home. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“Don’t worry about that now. Now we focus on getting you healthy and winning this battle.” Tom said wiping your tears from your cheeks.

“But I’m healthy.” You said confused.

“Mental health is just as important as physical. It’s okay to not be okay. But together and with the help from Sam, Harry, Paddy, Mum, and Dad, we are going to get you back to your normal self. Help you learn how to cope with thoughts like that.” Tom said.

“I’m trying to learn to ignore people. They don’t know me.” You said. Tom smiled.

“Exactly. And for the hate you are getting from my fans, I’ll be saying something about that. I’m not going to stand by and watch them hurt someone I love.” Tom said.

“I love you Tom. Thank you for being the best big brother.” You said wrapping him up in a big hug. “Okay time for the important question, what present did you bring me?”

“I love you too Goofy Goober.” Tom said kissing your forehead. He laughed at your last question. “It’s all in the bag right there.” He pointed at the bag that now sits by your feet. You moved to start looking through it. “Now, what movie are we watching next?”

[momentofmemory]

fictober - day twenty-four

Prompt #24: “Patience... is not something I’m known for.”

Fandom: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

Warning: Vague references to depression/death

Characters: Peter B. Parker, Gwen Stacy, Spider Noir, Spider-Ham, Peni Parker, May Parker, Miles Morales

Words: 1720

Author’s Note: set between the attack on may’s house and the spidey crew’s arrival at miles’s dorm. there’s a good concept in here that got lost somewhere along the way, but the first half at least is pretty entertaining, and it ends hopefully, so that’s enough for tonight.

>>Someone’s Gotta Take This

Peter’s in the midst of an absolutely devastating take down of Doc Ock when she freezes mid punch.

“Cat got your tongue?” He takes the opportunity to slip his trapped appendages (all four of them) out of her grasp, and backflips into a perfect three-point landing.

Okay, semi-perfect. It might classify as a three and a half point landing; his elbow was just a lot closer to the ground than he expected. Doc does the whole ‘look at how tall my mechanical arms can make me’ thing, and he rolls his eyes.

“Actually, you’re an octopus, so come to think of it probably not a cat.” He stands up and widens his stance, ready for round two. “What kind of predators do you guys have? Fish? Other fish? …Sushi restaurants?”

He expects a claw to the face for his troubles, but instead Liv taps her finger to her chin. “You’re a lot like him, despite…” she gestures down the length of his body. “…Everything else. How fascinating.”

Which, one, creepy; and two, rude.

Then she shrugs and starts climbing away. “If you start completely falling apart molecularly, do let me know. I’m sure it’d do wonders for my chance at a Nobel this year.”

“Yeah, that’s a no—”

“Peter!”

It’s Peni, and she sounds like it’s important.

Peter looks at the receding figure of Doc Ock and sighs. “I hope you know I’m going to go home and have just, the biggest plate of calamari Tomo’s has to offer when this is over!”

The Doc doesn’t respond, maybe doesn’t even hear his shout, but it makes him feel better anyway. He leaps down from the rooftop and swings as fast as a suburban neighborhood allows in the direction of Peni’s voice.

He lands in the wreck that was Aunt May’s front lawn and sees the whole gang, minus this earth’s rogues’ gallery.

“What’s with the long faces, guys?” he asks, unease settling in his gut. He suddenly notices Miles isn’t around, and his expression hardens. “Tell me they didn’t get the goober.”

Four heads shake in unison, but it doesn’t feel reassuring in the slightest.

“They got Miles’s uncle.”

It’s Porker that answers his question, but he feels the weight of the statement in each of their faces. His eyes flick to Aunt May, sees her alive and whole in this universe instead of rotting six feet down in a grave, like in his.

God, I’m so sorry Miles.

“Let’s go back inside,” Aunt May says, and it’s Aunt May, so no one questions it.

They trudge into the house—Peter’s the only one that bothers with the door, because he’s civilized—but the rest of the spider crew just wander in through the eight foot hole in the wall. There’s wreckage everywhere from the fight: overturned furniture, pillows ripped inside out, pieces of May’s kitchen tiles with the yellow-painted sunflowers lying shattered on the ground.

This can’t go on.

“Peni, can you trace the goober?”

She looks up, one hand still rubbing slow circles on SP//dr’s head. “I mean sure, but what about Miles?”

“Where ever the goober is, that’s where he’ll be, too.” Peter yanks his mask off. “But honestly, we need the goober right now more than we need him.”

“Peter—”

“No, Gwendolyn,” Noir says. “As much as I hate to admit it, this scruffy Spider-Man has a point.”

“What did you call me?”

“Clearly the kid isn’t ready for this level of threat yet.” Noir squints at the Rubik’s cube in his hand. “We can’t risk letting Kingpin get away. Some sacrifices always have to be made.”

“Hopefully just the one this time, but agreed,” Peter says. “Now, Peni, if you can just find that goober we can grab it and sneak into the collider tonight—”

“Whoa, hey, have we forgotten the whole ‘someone has to turn it off’ part?”

Everyone turns to look at Gwen.

“Because if Miles isn’t doing it, that’s a death sentence.”

Peter winces. Time to move this along.

“It’s all good, I’ll be the one taking care of the collider,” he says. “We just need a plan to get there.”

Noir flips a row around on the cube, still baffled by the colours. “Now wait, if we’re talking Chicago overcoats here, the lady might not be wrong about putting this to a vote.”

“At the risk of losing my snout, what the Sam heck’s a Chicago—”

“Guys,” Peter interrupts, valiantly not pulling out his hair. He thought he’d be used to this kind of thing by this point in his career, but no. “It has to be me, and that’s fine, really.”

“Why?” Peni looks up at him and the innocence there reminds him of Miles.

God, kids are so small.

He clears his throat. “Y’know, just, so many reasons. For one, I’m the oldest, so—”

“Incredible. You don’t look a day over seventy.”

“I don’t think I have an age?”

Peter drags his hand across his face, refusing to acknowledge either Noir or Spider-Ham.

“Okay, I’m older than half of you,” he says. “But this still isn’t up for debate.”

“Why not? You’re not the only hero here.” Gwen crosses her arms over her chest, and it doesn’t take a genius to see the forced nonchalance in her stance. “I just think we should slow down before you go all martyr on us.”

“Yeah, see, patience is not something I’m known for and I’m thinking—”

“You’re thinking the same way my Peter did!” Gwen bursts out, then her fists clench like she hadn’t meant to say that.

“Gwen—” Peter hesitates. “Look, I don’t know what happened to your Peter, but I’m not him. This is about you guys. You and Miles and Peni—you’ve got your whole lives ahead of you, and Noir’s got colours to discover, and Porker—”

Spider-Ham looks up at him expectantly.

“—Porker’s got laws of physics to break,” Peter finishes.

There’s not a single face in the room that looks convinced, but fortunately for Peter, at that moment everyone’s atoms choose to go nuts.

Thirty seconds later, Peter finds himself sprawled out on the floor along with the rest of the crew, nerves still twitching.

“I vote we agree to the orange spider’s plan,” Noir says.

“That’s red,” Spider-Ham says, his voice muffled from where his snout is pressed face-down into the floor, “but I second the motion.”

Peter rolls over and looks at Peni, and she rubs her arm and looks down.

She nods.

Gwen doesn’t even bother voting. “Guess I’m overruled.”

She stalks out, and Peni heads down to the lab to trace the goober. Porker drags Noir into the kitchen to discuss colour theory, and that just leaves Peter. He flops his head back down on the floor and stares at the broken patches in the ceiling.

He’s so, so tired.

“Peter.”

He freezes mid thought, because there’s been so many nights he would’ve done anything to hear that voice, yet every time he hears it now it feels like a stab from Scorpion’s tail.

“…Aunt May?”

She leans over him and offers a hand, and slowly, he’s pulled to his feet.

“I know you’re tired.”

He flinches, and he knows she sees it.

“My Peter was too, you know.”

He thinks of the Peter he’d seen in the memorials, all perfect hair and perfect teeth and perfect life. It doesn’t seem possible, but there’s a talking pig and a literal black and white detective arguing over china in the kitchen, so he knows better than to doubt it.

“I’m fine,” he says.

“You told everyone else what they have ahead of them. What do you have?”

“…This,” Peter says, and it isn’t a lie. “I have this, because I can do this. Really.”

Aunt May’s lips pull into a thin line. “Promise me one more thing, then: when the time comes, you let my boy have his chance.”

“Miles?” Peter blinks. “I mean, yeah, of course I’ll let him try before we go with it. I’m not completely crazy.”

“Good.” Aunt May seems strangely satisfied. “Tell MJ I love her when you see her for me.”

“…Sure.” He’s pretty sure she can tell her on her own time a lot easier, but he doesn’t question it.

He has a job to do.

Peter’s a man of his word, so he gives Miles a chance to use his powers on command. He can’t, but he won’t hold it against the kid—he has better things to do in the time he has left. Then he sees MJ, this world’s MJ, and he tries to do as Aunt May asks but he gets a little overwhelmed, because MJ.

He doesn’t think much else about May’s words until Miles shows up again, and God, Miles is amazing. Doesn’t mean he’s going to risk the whole earth on a newbie, though, so he tells Miles he’s got this.

Miles sweeps his legs right out from under him, and as Peter hovers over the portal and his own chance, he realizes the boy May was referring to wasn’t Miles at all.

It was himself.

“You gotta go, man,” Miles says, and Peter thinks he taught this kid way too well.

He backflips into the stream and lands on his bed in a three point landing that’s all legs and elbows. The pizza slice on the ceiling doesn’t judge him, so it’s all right.

He takes three weeks and a lot of introspection—as well as a couple calls from Miles and Gwen, because apparently Gwen’s figured out a way to communicate even though the collider’s gone—and then he shows up on MJ’s doorstep. He’s brought her flowers in an expensive, pressed suit, he’s prepared a litany of apologies, and he’s ready to announce his realization that he has paternal feelings after all.

MJ opens the door, and she’s wearing fleece pajamas and fuzzy slippers and her hair is up in curlers, and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, even more beautiful than the MJ he saw at the gala on the other earth.

This is his MJ.

“Hi,” he stammers, monologues vanishing in an instant.

MJ stares at him, apparently just as shocked as he is, and come on you idiot just say something—

He swallows, and holds out the flowers.

“Aunt May said to tell you she loves you.”

[fics-for-my-heart]

Just three days (h.o)

Summary: What happens when a tiny fib goes a bit too far Word Count: 2957 (ooooops) Warning: a bit of swearing I think, and a gross over use of pet names A/N: This is my second submission for @madmadmilk s 5k. It’s a Fake Summer Boyfriend AU that was originally thought up to be about Tom, but ended up being Harrison. I’v got another idea for one for Tom though, so I might also do that. Idk let me know if you guys would like one for Tom? 

Masterlist

 “Harrison. Harrison open up.” Your knuckles tapped rapidly on your best friends door. He had lived in the building before you had moved in two years ago, and was the first person to welcome you. The two of you quickly became best friend and were nearly inseparable. Which made the convention you were about to have extremely awkward.

 You heard the chain slide out of the lock, then the dead bolt turning, and lastly the lock on the knob. “Y/N you div it’s 7:30 in the morning.” Harrison’s voice was thick from sleep as he rubbed his eyes, leaning against the door frame shirtless. To say you hadn’t developed a crush on the blue eyes blond would be to lie through your teeth, but he didn’t need to know. Especially with what you were about to ask him to do.

 “I’m sorry. But we need to talk, and I’ve had like three cups of coffee and maybe a few shots to help me do this.” You pushed past him, pacing the length of his coffee table.

 “Y/N? Are you okay?” Your scattered energy was enough to wake him up the rest of the way as he made his way to the couch, eyes watching your frantic movements.

 “Imayhavetoldmymomwearedatingandoneedyoutopretenttobemyboyfriend.” You spoke so fast you hardly understood yourself, but you needed to get this out before you chickened out.

 Harrison’s mind was groggy and he wasn’t sure he heard you right. When you turned back his way, he grabbed your arm. “Hey. Slow down. I don’t think I understood you.” He pulled you on the couch, making you face him. “Now, say it again, but slower.”

 “Don’t hate me.” His brows pinched, but before he could say anything, you took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and repeated yourself slower. “I may have told my mom we were dating, and now she wants us both to come back to their house for a few days and I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” It was quiet, and you slowly opened an eye to peak at him. His brows were raised but he had a smile on his face. “It’s just for like three days, and you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I’d like you too and just think about it. Oh my god this was a mistake, oh no.”  

 “Y/N. Y/N.” He put his hand over your mouth, stopping your rambling. Again, he was quiet. Your eyes pleaded for him to say something. Finally, “You told your mom we are dating.” He had a playful smile on his face as you pushed him, prying his hand away in the process.

 “Really, that’s all you got from that.” You ran your hands down your face, the shots you took weren’t helping as much as you’d hoped. “I might as well just come clean, it was stupid. Ugh.”

 Harrison grabbed your hands, holding them gently in his. “Hey, hey, no. I’ll do it. But, you have to tell me why you told them we are dating.”

 “Well, they are always digging at me for being single, and moms always telling me how cute you are and how cute we would be together and I finally just snapped? I told her we were planning a surprise visit to give them the good news and that since she wouldn’t leave me alone about it I told her.”

 He leaned back, pulling you with him so you were laying on his bare chest. No wonder she thinks we are dating. You felt him shrug. “I mean, I am cute, so she’s not wrong there. And you’re cute, so I think we would make an adorable fake couple. When do we leave?”

 “Um.” You were a little taken back, this wasn’t entirely how you had pictures the conversation going and you really hoped he couldn't feel how warm your cheeks had gotten, but hey, it was working. “Tonight if you want.”

 He kissed the top of your head. “Alright, love. Let’s get packing.”

——

 The ride to your parents was only a few hours. The two of you had driven it many times and even though this time was kinda different, it really wasn’t. You sang and danced the whole way there. Harrison had been calling you love, darling, and other pet names ever since he agreed to go.

 “What, darling, it’s best to get the part down. Right, love?”

 When you arrived at the house, your mother's face was pressed against the window. Much like an excited child waiting for their parent to come home.  She was off the couch and out the door before you put the car in park.

 “Oh, my sweet girl.” She squeezed your face before giving you a hug. “And Harrison. It’s always a pleasure.” She hugged him just as tight. “We are so glad you two are finally together.”

 “It’s all she’s been able to talk about.” Your father spoke, appearing behind her. Your face burned red. “Hello munchkin.” He kisses your head and extended his hand. “Harrison.��

 “Mr. Y/L/N. Thank you both for letting me visit.”

 “Oh pooey.” Your mother playfully slapped his arm. “The house is always open to Y/N and her boyfriend.” She was almost too giddy saying it.

 Harrison grabbed your bags from the backseat, refusing to let you carry yours as you followed your parents into the house.

 “Your room is all ready for you guys. You know where everything is if you need anything. It’s getting late, so I think I’m going to head to bed. I’ll see you two bright and early for breakfast.” She kissed each of you before heading down the hall to her room, followed shortly after by your father.

 You and Harrison made your way up the steps to your room, both quiet till the door was closed.

 “I can sleep on the floor of you'd like.” He scratched the side of his nose, looking around your room like it was the first time he had seen it. He had stayed here with you before, but in the guest room, so this kinda was a first.

 “Don’t be silly. There’s plenty of room, plus mom will most definitely come barging in when breakfast is ready.” You pulled the the bed covers down before going to your bag. “I’m going to go change. You can change in here if you want.” Harrison shot finger guns your way earning an eye roll and laugh from you as you stepped across the hall to your bathroom.

 When you returned to your room, Harrison had already made himself comfortable. “Welcome back, pumpkin.”

 “Are you going to call me every pet name you can think of?” You plugged your phone in before joining him in the bed. It wasn’t the first time you had shared a bed, you both almost always fell asleep during movie nights. But it felt a little odd knowing he was here as your ‘boyfriend’.

 “Probably, sugar, probably.” He pokes your nose, then turned over to turn off the light.

 “Goodnight, Haz.” You whispered, not realizing how sleepy you were till you laid down.

 “Goodnight, Puddin.” He laughed, earning a groan from you as you gently kicked him.

--

The sun was peeking through the window enough to cause you to turn and bury your head in the pillow. Before you could open your eyes, a hand reached around your waist, pulling you closer.

 "Shh." Harrison whispered when you jumped. "I can hear your mom in the hall." His breath was warm against your ear as the arm over you sent sparks through your nerves. Just as you were about to relax into his warmth the door opened and the smell of pancakes and bacon flooded your senses.

 "Oh, goodness. So cute." You could hear her give a happy sigh before leaning down close to you, gently shaking your shoulder. "Y/N. Harrison. Breakfast is ready."

 You let out a groan and rubbed your eyes. "Good morning." The arm around you didn't move, and the breath by your ear was steady. You rolled over, very aware of mothers eyes watching every move. "Haz, honey. Wake up." You poke at his nose, earning a soft smile and groan, his arm tightening around you. You poke his nose again.

 "Fine." He grunts, tilting his head just enough to kiss your cheek, an instant blush took over your face. "Good morning, goober." He rests his forehead on your shoulder a beat to hide his laugh, then looks to your mother. "It smells fantastic."

 "Don't take too long to come down, your father might eat all the bacon." She called as she closed the door.

 Harrisons arm was still resting comfortably around your waist. Your voice was soft when you finally spoke. "Don't fall back to sleep."

 His face was right next to yours, so when he smiled, a few strands of your hair moved with his cheek. "Hard not to when I'm so comfy. But, I do really need to use the bathroom."

 By the time Harrison made it downstairs, you were on your second pancake. He kissed the top of your head and greeted you as “dollface” before taking the seat next to you. He was really selling the boyfriend thing. To you it felt almost natural, not much different than how the two of you normally acted, just with some kisses and more touching and lots of pet names.

 "Do the two of you have any plans today?" Your father asked as he folded the morning paper.

 With a quick glance at Harrison you shook your head. "None that I can think of."

 "Excelant, I need to borrow you." He pointed his fork at Harrison. “Nothing to crazy, just need to go looking for some furniture and need the extra muscles.”

 Your father and Harrison were gone almost all day. Which meant you and your mother got a chance to be extremely lazy. Somewhere between watching one talk show and another you fell asleep. Your dream was lovely, a soft flutter of butterfly wings all over your face. Only. Wait. The wings are wet? You rub your hands on your face, only to be met with something there. A face, and, kisses?

 “Ugh.” You groan. “Stop.”

 A husky laugh made your eyes shoot open, Harrison’s face was directly over yours, blue eyes shining bright right along with his smile. “Good, you’re awake.” His lips met your face again, attacking you in sloppy kisses.

 “What. Are. You. Doing.”

 “Waking up sleeping beauty. What do you think?” He pushed his face into your neck. “Your mom’s watching. Kinda creepy but.” He leans back and kisses you nose.

 This time, the butterflies were in your stomach. “Okay, well, I’m up. Stop.” You grabbed his cheeks in your hands. “I’m awake.” His lips met yours. It was fast, you didn’t even have a chance to respond. Even though you had been sharing kisses, they were always on the cheek, or forehead, never on the lips.

 “Good, it’s time for dinner, Muffin.”

—

 The next day started the same, Harrison’s arm over you, pulled close to him. It was spent watching movies in the living room with your parents being lazy. Harrison was extremely cuddly. You couldn’t really complain, it was nice, but going back home would be a bit weird.

 “Do you want to know what your mom asked me today?” It was almost midnight, you and Haz had just been laying in your bed talking about anything and everything.

 “Oh no. I don’t know. I’m afraid to ask.”

 He flopped around to face you, grabbing your hand to play with your fingers. “She asked when we are getting married.”

“No.” You groaned, slapping a hand over your eyes. “I can’t believe she asked that.”

 “I guess this fake relationship is working out.” He snuggled closer, resting an arm over you. “Goodnight, honeydew.”

 You would have responded, but, him being curled up to you, unprompted by the presence of your parents, took you off guard. You didn’t quite trust your voice, so you snuggled in and drifted to sleep.

 The morning of your last day, the two of you woke up and packed, hoping to leave after lunch to beat the traffic. Harrison was oddly quiet all morning, he still kissed you head when he joined the breakfast table, but he didn’t contribute much to conversation. You didn’t get a chance to ask him anything either because your parents kept the two of you busy till it was time to leave. But, the feeling that something was weird stuck in the back of your head.

 “Oh, honey, you’ll have to come when you can stay longer.” Your mother said as she practically squeezed all the air from your body.

 “I’ll try and set aside a week when I can come stay, we can plan a big trip or something.” You kissed her cheek.

 She quickly moved to Harrison. “And I’ll be expecting you too mister.” She kissed his cheek, giving him a hug.

 “I wouldn’t miss it. But, I will miss your wonderful pancakes.” He returned her kiss, a soft smile on his face.

 After the passing of a few more hugs and kisses, the two of you started the drive home. The feeling in your mind only grew as you drove, Harrison kept his head against the window, not saying much.

 “Haz, are you okay?” You stole a glance at him before looking back at the road.

 "Hm." He rolled his head over to look at you. his eyes and smile soft. "I'm alright. Just sleepy." You could feel him watching you, his eyes tracing the lines of your face as you concentrated on the road. You stole another quick glance at him, smiling before he closed his eyes.

 The drive felt longer than normal. Maybe it was the traffic that you ended up stuck in, or the odd feeling in the car. Or, maybe you were just over thinking.

 It was dark when you got back to the apartment building. Harrison silently grabbed your bags from the back and followed you up to your respective doors. As you stood there, looking at each other, you couldn't help but think that your worst fear had come true. Asking him to be your fake boyfriend was a mistake. Things were bound to be awkward, much like they are now.

 "I had fun this weekend." Harrison scratched at his nose, looking up at you with a soft, tired face.

 You smiled. "Me too." It was silent for a beat, both of you just watching each other before you reached out to poke his cheek. "You should get some sleep."

 "You should too." He pulled you into a hug, kissing the side of your head. "Goodnight."

 "Goodnight, Haz."

 As you unpacked, you couldn't keep your mind off of how normal it felt to be as close to Harrison as you had been. It was on your mind as you made your way around your apartment, cleaning up random things, and eventually sitting on the couch in the quiet with a bowl of ice cream.

 It felt right. Harrison holding you, kissing you, calling you all those awful pet names. He fit in so well with your family, joining in on picking on you, helping your parents without question. Maybe it was just because you had feelings for him, after all you had for quite some time, but either way, you had made up your mind.

 Setting your bowl down with a clank, you made your way to your door, determined to tell Harrison how you were feeling. When you pulled your door open, Harrison was already there. Hair a ruffled mess, pajama bottoms on, and his fist in the air.

 "Oh." You jumped back, shocked to see him. It had only been a few hours since you had parted ways but you had already started to miss him.

 "Um. Hi." He dropped his fist and looked at his feet. "Were you going out?"

 You chuckled, motioning to your pajama shorts and tank. "Like this? No, I was actually about to come knock on your door."

 He looked shocked. "Oh, are you alright?"

 "Yeah. Are you?"

 He took a deep breath. "No. Okay. Here goes. I like you Y/N. A lot. I have for a while. When you asked be to be your fake boyfriend I thought it would be a good chance find out if you liked me too, but you were so hard to read. I couldn't tell if your reactions were something serious or just to sell the show. It felt so nice to hold you, and kiss you. After being able to do all that after so long, only to realize that it might not be able to happen again made me sad.

 I thought things would be able to just go back to how they were. But then I tried to go to sleep, and reached out for you only to find you not there. And now here I am rambling and probably making a shit of myself."

 You got a weird deja vu moment of  you in his apartment just a few days ago. He had a blush on his face, one hand in his hair, eyes wide when he finally finished. "I like you too." Your voice was so soft he almost missed it.

 "You don't have. Wait. What? Did I hear you right or am I losing it." His eyes bounced between yours.

 You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. "Shut up and kiss me you div." That was all he needed to hear to close the gap between you.