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writtingmyowndeliverance · 7 years ago

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YOU WERE HAPPY || TH & DO’B

Tom Holland x Reader / Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Summary: Reader meet with Tom to clear things and discovers something (idk how to write summaries)

Word Count: 2k -ish

Warnings: None

A/N: FINALLY. This is the second part of this request. I’m already writing the 3rd part, so it’s coming up anytime soon! (THIS TIME IS TRUE) tho i don't promise like in a week or anything cuz im a disappointment in making promises :)

part 1

It was finally Sunday and you were stressing out. You didn’t know what to do. You told yourself it to stop thinking about him. It wasn’t ok, but no matter how hard you tried, Tom Holland came back to your mind.

You were scared. Scared of what you might be able to do. Scared of not being strong enough. You wanted to meet him, for him to tell you a better explanation, but you knew if you decided to go, then it would be harder for you to come back. Come back to Dylan, to your boyfriend.

“Hey, y/n, love, are you alright?” You turned to look at Dylan and nodded. You were next to him on the couch, supposed to watch his favourite show with him, but being near him, and think about Tom, made you felt sick. “Are you sure? You have been a bit off since the premiere,” He knew something was going on, and he might be sure it was about Tom, but he loved you so much, he was trying to brushed it off.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just…” You stopped and tried to think for an excuse, “I just think I need some fresh air,”

“It’s okay, love,” He approached to you and gave you a small kiss on the cheek “You can go to the park for a bit,” You tensed at the mention of the word park. There was no park near your house. He knew something, you told yourself.

You turned to face him and there he was. With a warm smile and soft eyes. He didn’t know. It was for the best, you told yourself. “Yeah, I will.” You answered him and for a moment you swore his smile faltered “I should get dressed.” He just nodded and turned to look at the TV again.

His behaviour made you uncomfortable. His sudden coldness made you feel uneasy. Maybe you shouldn’t go. You leaned to his face to give him a small kiss on the lips, but at the last second, decided to kiss him on the cheek.

You went to your room and tried to find some clothes, it wasn’t until there was a mountain of them you stopped and realised you were trying to look good. For Tom. Scolding yourself, you grabbed the first thing that crosses your sight and put it on.

The first thing that crossed your sight turned to be a grey hoodie with grey sweatpants.

If I wanted to be more suspicious then I should just stop talking to everyone so they can know something is up.

You went out of your apartment and decided to walk to the park, hoping that when you arrive Tom would be already gone. Every minute you would turn around feeling like someone was watching you. You were kind of used to it, but this time it was different and maybe it was because what you were doing was wrong.

When you arrived at the park you saw him sitting on your favourite bench. As you approached him, you felt a pain in your chest and force yourself to stop and close your eyes. You took a deep breath and started walking again. You needed to end this as soon as possible. No matter what he’d tell you, you wouldn’t give in. You didn’t want to give in.

I already did coming here.

“You came,” he said once you stood in front of him. His voice was calm, yet his face was showing some signs of anxiety.

“Well, you told me you wanted to explain yourself,” you stated. You didn’t want him to notice how nervous you were, “this is your chance.”

He chuckled and let a small sigh out of his lips, “Let’s go somewhere calmer,” he offered. You were slightly confused you were already somewhere calm, there was no one in the park, “somewhere they won’t find us.” You realised he was talking about the paparazzis and you nodded. A scandal was the last thing you needed in that moment. You felt bad enough with lying to Dylan.

The both of you went to a small restaurant near the park and sat far away from the windows, not risking anything. He ordered some tea and you some coffee to the waitress when she came to ask for your order. You didn’t know what to say. You shifted in your seat growing anxious with every minute it passed.

“Relax, y/n,” he began, “no one is watching us. Besides,-”

“Just tell me what you were supposed to, Tom.” You cut him before he could say anything else. You couldn’t shake the feeling of someone else being there. Someone watching you.

He held up his hands in surrender, making clear he didn’t want to make you angry. “I am sorry, y/n. I really am.” He mumbled, “I blew everything that day. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was so blind. Everyone told me I was making a mistake. Everyone missed you, missed us.” He corrected himself,”I was a mess, y/n, I felt so alo- so sad,” he continued, “I know that I hurt you and I’m really sorry, but I want you to give me a second chance.”

You stayed in silence, processing what he confessed you already in the premier, yet this time he sounded more impatient. Suddenly, Dylan appeared in your mind. You remembered him in the morning, you remembered him in the premier, and you remembered him 2 months after you and Tom had broken up. He was there for you. He helped you not wanting anything else in return, but your happiness.

You shook your head, you didn’t want to feel more guilty than you already felt. “You already told me that, Tom. You know I cared about you, I still do, but I don’t know if I would be able to love you again if I ever did. I came here because I want you to tell me why. Why now and why should I leave Dylan and go with you after everything that happened?”

Tom didn’t answer straight away. He didn’t know what to say in the first place. What was he thinking about? That everything was going back to normal, well no. He was just so helpless, he wanted you or maybe he just wanted someone to spend his life with, someone to love. He did do well the first week after the break-up, but after spending two whole days in his flat alone, he didn’t feel good. He felt lonely. Maybe he related everything with you leaving, ergo he started wanting you back.

But he looked at you and he thought the reason was you. No. Yes. Maybe. He wasn’t sure of anything now. He opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by the waitress who was now asking if you needed something else. He hadn’t look at her before, he was busy with you, but now that he saw her. He could tell she was pretty. With her olive skin and her hair in a ponytail, dark eyes and freckles. She truly was pretty. And he couldn’t help but think what other beautiful girls like her were outside in the world and what would happen if he meets them.

You thanked the waitress but didn’t ask for anything else. When you turned at Tom you saw his eyes sparkling as the girl walked away. She was pretty, you could agree on that, but wasn’t he supposed to convince you to be with him? You weren’t sure already if you ever really love him or it was just an illusion of being alone for a long time before being with him and now you started wondering if that wasn’t happening to Tom now. He was so sure when you both break up, so what happened?

“Tom,” you called him calmly, “are you sure of what you are telling me?” His eyes met yours and you saw a hint of desperation in them.

“I don’t know,” he answered you quietly. You took his hand that was laying on top of the table, “I’m not sure anymore, y/n.” You gave him a sad smile, knowing what he was dealing him, but he might thought you were sad of what he said because his eyes widen and shook his head, “oh God, y/n. I’m so sorry. I brought you here and I don’t know what I was thinking of, or still are.” He rambled. “I’m so confused right now.”

“Tom, listen to me,” you said softly, “I know you are confused, I am too. You have to be honest with yourself, you didn’t love me then, you don’t love me now and definitely, you won’t love me.” You could see Tom’s heavy breath trying to stay calm and not cry. You rubbed the top of his hand with your thumb, “It’s true, Tom. Just as true as I didn’t love you either.”

After you said that, Tom whole body started to shake and you knew he was finally crying. “I do not regret it,” you added quickly, “not a single moment, but we are not supposed to be together.”

“Do you really think that?” Tom asked you, his voice so low it was more like a whisper.

“I do.”

“I know I never loved you, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t, but I thought you did.”

“I don’t think so.” You answered him in a soft voice, “I’d thought about it, very carefully. I loved the idea of loving someone, and I wanted to live in that illusion.”

He nodded and both of you stayed in silence, your hand still on his.

“Damn, all of this sucks.” Tom blurted out “I’m really sorry for putting you through all of this.”

“It does not matter now, Tom” you gulped, “It’s in the past. Just like us. Say hello to Haz for me ok?” you added while standing up.

“Yeah, we can go out like before right?” He pleaded “Like the old times?”

“We’ll see.” You told him “Goodbye, Tom. This time for real.” You held back your tears as you tried to gave him your best smile.

He watched you as you went through the restaurant door and look down at his lap. He thought he wanted to get you back, especially after the premiere, but it was all an illusion.

You let out a deep breath and hugged your body with your hands. You tried to suppress a sob, but it still came out. You started walking to your house and tried to stay calm. Maybe you should tell Dylan everything.

Yeah, you should.

What if he gets angry?

You hide something from him and he knew something was up, you were sure. The way he talked to you in the morning, his face.

No, no way.

You were paranoic in the morning. He was fine, he would understand.

You arrived at your apartment and your heart stopped when you saw boxes outside your apartment. You rush to the door and found Dylan there with a box in his hands.

“You finally came” he stated, “well, I’m leaving.”

“What?”

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writtingmyowndeliverance · 7 years ago

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OH MY GOD

I Won’t Tell

Character/Person : Eliza Schuyler

Pairing : Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Female

Side Note : i made it modern bc back in hamiltime women were always wearing dresses so it wouldnt make sense if eliza has never seen you dressed up before

Warnings : READER SIDE BOOB, slight mentions of sex, I don’t ever proofread my shit so

Possibility Of Having Another Part : idk

Genre : Fluff

Request : Hii! Can I request an eliza x reader fic? If so… prompt : The reader and eliza are bestfriends (eliza secretly daydreams for more). One day while getting ready for a ball. The reader asks eliza for help with her dress. Eliza has never seen the love of her life dressed up before. The moment that the she sees the reader she gets very red and shaky and just loses her cool because woah! I’ll give you creative freedom with the rest. Make it fluffy with a happy ending please. Thanks.

Word Count : 3488

Summary : Invited to a ball, you have Eliza come over to help get ready and she falls apart at seeing you in a gown. All it took was some alcohol to get her to spill.

You slid your arms around Eliza’s waist, pulling her dangerously close to your frame. Her gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, subconsciously leaning into you, desperately wanting more. You chuckled lowly and tightened your hold on her, sure to leave bruises. At the time, Eliza didn’t mind; she’s been dreaming about this for months. You laugh. She could feel your hot breath fanning on her lips. She leaned in closer, the desire of feeling your lips on hers was driving her crazy. She wanted to know how soft your lips were, how they felt moving against hers.

“Eliza,” you whisper. She doesn’t even attempt to look at your eyes, keeping her eyes focused on your plump lips.

“Yes?” She pushes forward, the tip of her nose touching your and her head tilting.

“Do you want pineapple on the pizza?” The question took her aback. Her brows shot up and she pulled away slightly, getting a full look of your own confused expression.

“I said, do you want pineapple on the pizza?” You repeated slower than the last time.

She blinked twice and that’s when she realized she was seated on your couch, staring blankly and holding onto one of your pillows like her life depended on it.

Her eyes danced around the room until it landed on you, propped up against your marble island in the kitchen, phone in hand and eyes boring into Eliza, awaiting for her answer.

“Oh!” Eliza straightened her posture, fixing her ponytail.

“Uh, no pineapple, please.” She manages.

You smile and scoff, “I think we’re beyond saying ‘please’ to each other, Liz.” You rotated in your chair, hopping off and scrambling over to the couch where Eliza sat, flustered from her daydream.

“What’s wrong? You’re all red. Ooh, you thinkin’ ‘bout that one guy I hooked you up with?” You grinned and crossed your legs, reaching over the coffee table to grab the remote, exposing a bit side boob from your very large tanktop. Eliza blushed, whipping her head in the other direction and fidgeting with the pillow trapped in her lean arms.

“No, no, one night stands aren’t my thing.” She stuttered, chewing on her bottom lip.

You glanced up from the remote and at Eliza, an eyebrow raised at her sudden embarrassed tone. “Oh? Then what’re you so flustered for? The pizza?” You snorted.

She returned her gaze to you, blush only growing even more at the sight of you, messy hair pulled back into a high ponytail and lips tinted from lipstick you hadn’t washed off properly. You could be in a banana suit and Eliza would be like “damn, that’s hot.”

You cocked your head, “oh, now you’re getting me invested. Who is it?” You leaned into the palm of your hand, teasingly smiling at your best friend who thrashed around on the edge of your couch, turning her head in all directions, denying anything you suggested.

“It’s not a guy,” she clarifies, scurrying further into the comfort of your couch.

If possible, your smile grew wider. “Never said it was, doll.”

Eliza grew lightheaded. She didn’t know what to focus on, the new nickname that made her swoon or the fact that you was asking about her crush and she had to come up with an excuse; quick.

“Eliza,” you drawled, playing with the drawstrings of your hoodie.

“It’s nothing.” She whispers in response, staring down at her lap.

You rolled your eyes, not believing Eliza’s answer. “Maria?”

Her eyes darted over to your form, confused she spoke up, “what?”

You pressed the call button for the pizza place Angelica suggested to you a few days ago. “You know, is it Maria?” Eliza’s expression didn’t change, still showing how confused she was. “Being the one that you’re thinking about, I mean.”

Eliza shook her head softly and you threw your head back into the cushions. “I know a lovestruck face when I see one- Oh, hey! Can I order one large pizza and a small, both without pineapple.”

Your voice became white noise to Eliza as she replayed your words in her head, over and over.

I know a lovestruck face when I see one.

If you can tell if someone’s in love, why can’t you tell when someone’s in love with you? Is what Eliza wanted to say as she eyed you, on the phone, discussing a pizza order over the phone. Why couldn’t you figure it out? Better yet, why couldn’t she just tell you?

“Cool! Thanks, man.” You say, ending the call with the pizza parlor, noting to thank Angelica later for the pizza recommendation.

This is going great, Eliza thought. Now that you guys were getting some alone time, with food, Eliza was going to be given an opportunity to tell you how she felt.

“By the way, I invited the girls.”

Eliza furrowed her eyebrows, clearly upset at having her alone time with you crashed. But you took it as a look of confusion and piped up, “oh, the girls as in Maria, Pegs, Angelica, and Theodosia.”

Eliza’s shoulders slumped, but she was quick to mask her displeasure with a smile and a breathy laugh. “Can’t wait.”

“Oh honey,” Theodosia cooed, patting at your back as you drunkenly spilled about your ex boyfriend, Charles Lee.

Eliza held your hand in hers, quietly comforting you as you sobbed and ranted.

Eliza was the only sober one.

In fact, everyone was.

Until Peggy showed up with a cart of brown bags nursing champagne and a pound of snacks.

That is exactly how you ended up crying your heart out and tugging at Eliza’s hand, which she would’ve found very romantic if you weren’t a snotty mess. But she somehow sTILL FOUND YOU CUTE.

“Do you think she’ll be fine for the ball tomorrow?” Maria asks Angelica, who held a bucket underneath your chin and grasped your hair, holding it up just in case you were in need of it.

Angelica smiled reassuringly, “Y/N will be fine. Her hangover in the morning will be bad but she bounces back pretty quickly,” she says before turning her head to look at Eliza, “just make sure she takes something and gets to sleep, and water.”

Eliza nodded, already knowing the routine as she’s done this many times for you before. Back from when you got seriously drunk at Alex’s birthday party and challenged John to a handstand contest, or when you got so drunk at Theodosia’s baby shower that you stripped down and gave Eliza a lap dance, which you didn’t remember and remains a secret between every party guest and Eliza.

“Did you just bring drinks to get Y/N wasted?” Maria complained, trying to keep from you doing sudden jerky, rapid movements.

“What! No! I didn’t know she would drink it all herself!” Peggy countered, crossing her arms and huffing.

Eliza sighed and reached forward to grab one of your arms and throw it over her shoulder, “you say that every time. I’m gonna go put her to sleep,” she excused herself, helping you walk up the stairs and into your room.

You stumbled, knocking your feet against the steps and banging your head against the wall multiple times.

“Eliza,” you whispered loudly. She couldn’t help but smile, side-eyeing you. “Yes?”

You hummed, toothily smiling and resting your head on her shoulder.

“I love you,” you slur.

Eliza can’t stop the slight blush that crawls up her neck, even if you meant it platonically. “I love you too.”

Eliza dragged you over to your bed and set you down. She walked to the foot of your bed and lifted your legs that hung from your mattress, dangling out in the air at the edge and back onto your bed. Taking your blanket in her hands, she pulled it up to your chest, tucking you in and hesitating when coming to face you.

She leaned forward, lips aimed for your forehead, but she stopped, eyeing your peaceful face and dozing body. Standing straightly, she left your bed and disregarded the kiss she planned to plant on you, a friendly goodnight kiss, she’d call it.

“Good night,” she whispered, heading downstairs to get back to the others and keep them company.

Eliza rubbed at her eyes and yawned, staring blankly at her phone, waiting for her older sister to reply to her text message. Due to the long wait, her thoughts seemed to wander, painting a fantasy of you in a quick second. Before she could really process what was happening, you stood in front of her in the gown you both picked out for the event tonight. Spinning her in your arms and dipping her low, you pressed a chaste kiss on the ball of her nose. Eliza giggled but stopped when you dipped her dangerously low, sliding her hands from your shoulders to the frills that sat on your chest.

Gripping it tightly in fear, she pressed a heel against the floor, trying to regain balance and just in case you let go. You bit back a laugh, grinning down at Eliza.

You shifted closer to the point where you could feel your own breath fanning on your face, bouncing off of Eliza’s. “Would I drop you, doll?”

Eliza’s heart skipped a beat, albeit knowing that this was just a daydream.

Eliza smiled and leaned into the comfort of her palm, completely disregarding the chiming to signify that she had a new text message, too lost in her own thoughts.

Your body pressed against Eliza’s, and yet she desperately wanted to feel more. She held you tighter and lifted her head, tilting it in the process to allow her lips to gravitate towards yours. Before Eliza’s lips could meet yours, you halted, whispering against Eliza’s lips, “doll,” you started, sensually.

“Yeah?” Eliza breathed, unable to remove her gaze from your mouth, finding herself in the same fantasy as before.

“You made me breakfast?”

Eliza groaned, knowing her fantasy was cut short the exact same way as before, and turned in her seat to glare at whoever interrupted her, stopping short at the subject of said fantasies. You looked taken aback, chuckling, “wow, okay. What’s the mean look for, doll?”

There it goes. That damn nickname.

Eliza nervously laughed and slid off of her seat, standing up straightly and outstretched an arm, gesturing to the two plates of food on your counter.

You approached Eliza, eyes glancing from her to the plates of food, noting that she didn’t eat her plate and probably had to wait a few hours to eat.

“You didn’t have to wait for me, y’know.” You said, rubbing at your temples in attempt to soothe your headache.

“And you shouldn’t have gotten severely drunk.” Eliza teased, holding up a fork for you to take.

You snatched the fork from her, playfully sticking your tongue out at her, “whatever, mom.”

After breakfast, Eliza rode back to her house for her gown and any makeup she had lying around in her bathroom. You, on the other hand, crashed on your couch to watch T.V and wait for Eliza to come back and help you squeeze into a corset, cause God knows you can’t do it yourself.

“Why aren’t you getting ready?” Eliza managed to say, struggling as her arms were full with bags and a baby blue gown. You lazily bent to look at Eliza over your shoulder, guiltily smiling like a child who was just caught sneaking cookies from a jar.

“It’s not fun stripping down unless you’re here with me,” you inquired, crossing your arms in front of you and resting your chin on the back of your hands.

Eliza bit her tongue, staring down at her feet as she awkwardly shuffled towards your kitchen, doing her best to hide the flustered expression hidden by her hair. Her heart was beating faster than usual, she could practically hear it thumping in her ears, and she was sure you could too.

“Oh,” she said with a cracked voice. You grinned wider and peeled an, unusually soft, blanket off of your body, deciding to help Eliza with her bags.

By the time Eliza finished getting ready, you were trying to squeeze your head into your dress, trying not to smudge the makeup you worked hard on; twice.

Your hangover just subsided after you managed to put on your corset, puking out whatever was left from the breakfast Eliza made you, meaning you had to redo your makeup. Which also meant that Eliza was ahead of you, and probably already finished.

“Uh, Liz?” Your voice quivered, struggling to reach around and tie up your dress from the back.

It was a beat, but she walked up to your room with heels in hand, eyes widening as she spotted you in a tight fitted y/f/c dress.

“Oh,” she stuttered. You turned at the sound of her voice and smiled, red lipstick bearing your lips that Eliza couldn’t stop staring at.

“Can you help me tie it?” You asked, turning back around to show Eliza the knot of string you created in your own attempt of lacing up your dress.

Eliza swallowed the lump in her throat and sauntered over to you, shakily placing the pair of heels in her hand down to work at the knot. She clenched her jaw and let out a nervous chuckle, eyes darting everywhere but your backside.

“Doll, it’s a dress, not a bomb. No need to be nervous,” you quipped with a laugh, peeking over your shoulder and reaching to grab onto one of Eliza’s hands.

If Eliza wasn’t dying, she was now.

Sure, you’ve called her Doll many times before and held her hand. Hell, you did last night while you were sobbing and ranting to the others, but something about this felt different.

Maybe it was the dress?

The bright red lipstick?

Your hair was done?

“Doll,” you asked.

Eliza’s eyes darted up to meet worried ones, “you okay? I can do it myself if..” you trailed off.

Eliza shook her head rapidly, not wanting some wish of hers to get in the way of your friendship, something she much preferred than having to live without you at all.

“No, no I’m fine,” she offered, plastering on the best smile she could. You returned the gesture and turned back around.

Eliza released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, nervously fidgeting with the strings that held up your dress.

You walked in, arm in arm with Eliza, who offered to bring Alexander and Lafayette along as your dates, though you quickly shot the idea down and suggested that the two of you go together, as ‘friend-dates,’ unknowingly causing Eliza’s hope of you liking her back to shrink largely.

You squeezed her arm tighter and smiled brightly when greeted by friends that danced around the ballroom with their own dates.

“You made it!” Peggy squealed, dancing over with Maria and Theodosia in tow. Theo laughed and lazily threw an arm around Maria, “how was the hangover?” She smirked playfully.

You rolled your eyes and tutted your head in Eliza’s direction, tilting your head to lay on her shoulder, earning a blush from her. “It was great. I puked my heart out while Eliza held up my hair, definitely an experience.”

The girls laughed as you removed yourself from Eliza’s arm to pull them all on the dance floor, not spending a second to settle down and get a few drinks, flirt, or try some of the food, much to Peggy’s dismay.

“As much as I’d love to stay girls, someone’s been eyeing me all night.” Theo pried herself away from you to sneak a peek at a tall bald man quietly drinking with Thomas and James. Maria whistled, lightly pushing Theo in the direction of Aaron.

Eliza smiled gently, which was a contrast compared to you, Peggy, and Maria, who catcalled and whistled loudly.

It was pretty quiet for a while, watching Theo walk off to go find her husband when Peggy broke it, grabbing onto Maria harshly.

“We’re getting a drink, you guys coming?”

You turned to look at her, then glancing over at Eliza who nodded after a bit of hesitation. You beamed, rolling your head over to turn back to Peggy and Maria.

“Great, let’s get wasted.”

Peggy was wasted, probably blackout drunk.

Maria was.. Somewhere, off flirting with whoever she could find.

Theo left a while ago with Aaron in a rushed manner.

Eliza was a bit tipsy, not too much though.

You apparently hadn’t learned your less from last night and ended up being highly tipsy. Not drunk enough to just pass out or violently throw up, but just enough alcohol in your system to get you up and going. On the dance floor.

You clumsily hopped off the bar stool and spun around, grabbing onto Eliza’s wrists and rushing over to the center of the room, doing your best not to trip over your own gown.

“Y/N, I can’t dance.”

You scoffed, “I can’t either,” you paused to lean in in a secretive matter, “just pretend.”

Taking her hands and placing it on your shoulders, because you know damn well she wasn’t risque enough to place them on your waist, you placed yours on her small hips. Slow, loud music filled the air. Couples and non-couples around you danced slowly, in the same position both you and Eliza were in. You snickered, “cheesy.”

Eliza nodded, sucking in her bottom lip.

You sent her a worried look at how quiet she’s been. Desperate to lighten the mood, you bent down and tried to keep a straight face, “I s’ppose this is where we kiss?”

Eliza’s head shot up, alarmed, and she blinked multiple times in an attempt to register what you had just said.

You chuckled, “I was kidding. You have your eyes set on Maria.”

Eliza groaned, “I don’t like Maria. I already told you this.”

Raising an eyebrow, you eyed her, “well, since I got you to talk, who is it?”

Eliza removed her eyes from you and looked around for some sort of escape or excuse, you rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Uh..”

“C’mon, might as well tell me. Promise I’ll keep it a secret.”

You pursed your lips at the response Eliza didn’t give. “How about, I guess a few people and you answer with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no?’

Eliza didn’t respond.

“Theodosia.”

“She’s married.”

“That’s not a no,” you quipped, hooking a finger underneath Eliza’s chin and grinning. She sucked in her lip and looked away, “no.”

“Mm, Maria?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, okay!” You laughed.

“Sally?”

“Who?”

“Thomas’s maid.”

“Uh, no?” It was more a question than a statement.

You huffed, glancing around in search of other females you might know. Lighting up, you pointed at a short woman dancing with her own group of friends. Eliza didn’t even have to look at her for long before shutting it down, giving you a slight theory on who it might be. “Not my type.”

You choked on your own laugh, “since when do you have a type? You’re too nice to have a type.”

Eliza laughed herself, something you haven’t heard since you started grilling her last night, “hey! I can have a type.” You raised an eyebrow, performing a smug look that Eliza desperately wanted to wipe off of your face.

“In fact, my type is standing right in front of me.” She said matter of factly.

You opened your mouth, but closed it. When you pulled away from her slightly, that’s when Eliza registered what she said.

Oh, my god.

“No! No, I mean.. You’re not my type. I uh, I don’t have a type. You were right!” Eliza rambled. You remained quiet, adding onto Eliza’s fear.

“Y/N?” She said warily.

Quickly wrapping your arms around Eliza, you pressed your lips against hers. It took a while for her to respond, too in shock to believe your mouth was on hers, but when she did, it was the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had.

Her lips were impeccably soft and moved slow against yours, almost teasing you.

You could feel her mouth curl into a smile against yours, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling too. Pulling away, you held her face in your hands, cupping her rosy cheeks and disregarding the fact that your lipstick was probably a running streak on your cheek and that you both stopped dancing and kissed, in the middle of an entire crowd.

You both panted, grasping onto air after the long kiss you shared. Her eyes gleamed with something, something you could identify as, not lust, but pure, utter love.

You leaned in and hugged her, swaying to the soft, classical music that blared at the same time.

“I won’t tell.”

She laughed airily, holding back a choked cry. You smiled into the crook of her neck, hugging her tightly.

gOOD LORD IM FINISHED THIS TOOK DAYYYYSSS

#this is so cute #i cant even #read this #eliza schuyler #i need a fic rec tag

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writtingmyowndeliverance · 7 years ago

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Jasmine: The story of when you had to really trust someone. Was it easy?

Belle: Is there someone you are close to who no one else likes? What's the story?

Ariel: Where do you think you belong, and why?

Flounder: Something that surprised you and frightened you.

Eric: Have you ever helped a stranger? What happened.

Aladdin: A sacrifice you made for someone.

Tiana: A time you tried the hardest for something.

Boo: A childhood hero.

Cruella: Something you really want but you aren't allowed to have.

Seven Dwarfs: 7 things you like in the people around you.

Kronk: What you are best at in the kitchen?

Simba: Something a parent has taught you.

Cinderella: "A dream is a wish your heart makes" What's that for you?

Nemo: Your bravest moment.

Terk: Are you a big brother/sister figure to anyone?

Buzz: Your favourite fantasy world (aka Harry Potter, Star Wars), if any.

Alice: Done drugs?

Peter Pan: Something from your childhood that you still love.

Merida: What are you most passionate about?

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writtingmyowndeliverance · 7 years ago

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🎶 music box asks 🎶

1) a song you can listen to on repeat 2) a song from one of your favorite albums 3) a song you loved when you were a teenager or kid 4) a song that makes you feel strong 5) a song that makes you sad 6) a song that cheers you up 7) a song that reminds you of your friend(s) 8) a song that reminds you of an ex partner or crush 9) a song that reminds you of yourself 10) a song that brings back bad memories 11) a song that brings back good memories 12) a song that grew on you 13) a song from a musical 14) a song with a great music video 15) a song that’s better as a cover 16) a song that’s better acoustic 17) a song with great lyrics 18) a song for summer 19) a song for heartache 20) a song for car rides 21) a song for the rain 22) a song for dancing 23) a song for making out 24) a song for a lover 25) a song from before you were born 26) a song from a band that’s no longer together 27) a song you’ve seen live 28) a song you want to see live 29) a song by a band you don’t usually like 30) a song you recommend

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writtingmyowndeliverance · 7 years ago

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Send me "have you evers" and I'm gonna answer with yes or no

HIT ME UP

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writtingmyowndeliverance · 7 years ago

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FOR A MILLION YEARS

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom surprises the reader. That’s it.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my second request, people! (Requested by: @literallyrozie812) Hope you enjoy this as well and please feel free to send some requests! Btw, this took me like 2 days to write it and a life to upload it, sorry.

Request: Can you do a Tom Holland x Reader when the reader is a singer for band and she touring for band (something panic at the disco)and the tom decides to surprise her while she tour. Fluff plesse

You felt a tap in your shoulder and pretend you didn’t notice. Someone shook you from your shoulders and left you no option but to open your eyes. You didn’t want to, though. You still wanted to sleep and finish your dream. You looked around looking for the person who woke you up and for a brief moment you thought you saw the person you wanted the most, but then realised it was just your agent.

“Hey, y/n. Wake up!”

“I am already.” You responded snarky. You didn’t want to sound like that, but you were mad about him waking you up.

“Yeah, whatever. You were smiling in your dream…” He said looking at you. He seemed to be sorry about waking you, so you decided to let it go. “Was Tom in it?”

Tom

Your boyfriend and the love of your life, of course he was in it. Like every day since you were on tour.

“Yeah, he was.” You and Tom had been dating for 3 years now and everything was wonderful, except for the distance. You were a singer and he was an actor. It made your relationship harder. Not because you were afraid he would cheat on you, but because you loved him so much that being far from him was soul-crashing.

“Don’t worry, y/n. It’s almost over.” Right. Almost. 10 more shows and it was over, but somehow the closer to end it was getting, the most impatient you were. You felt like you have been without him for a million years. You were a singer in a band that was on tour with Panic! At the Disco as the opening act in the concerts. It was a great opportunity for your band to become even more know, so you took it without thinking about it. “You’ll see him again. Maybe sooner than you expect.” He added wiggling his eyebrows.

“What do you mean with that?” You said still laying in your bed. You knew Tom was in the same town you were, but you wouldn’t be able to see each other because both of you were busy. He had press tour

“Nothing!” He told you while he helped you to incorporate “Get your things ready, we have to do the sound proof for today in the night.”

“But we did it yesterday!”

“Follow me anyway!”

“Is Tom here?” You said hopefully. You could feel your heart pounding faster. You wanted to see him so badly.

He didn’t answer and you grabbed your things fast and followed him. He took you to where everyone else was. Your band mates said hello to you and you could notice that they were acting strange as if they knew something you did not.

“Can someone of you tell me what’s going on?” They just looked at each other and grinned

“We are going to take you somewhere out” One of them said

“But don’t ask us more, because we won’t tell you” Another added.

You looked at them and frown. You let them cover your eyes and you let go any worries. The trip they took you only last half an hour so you assumed it was somewhere near the hotel you were staying. Once you arrived they remove the blindfold of your eyes and you rubbed them. You looked around you and realised you were in front of a house.

“Why you bring me here?” You asked to them. You didn’t know who this house belonged to and you weren’t sure if wanted to find out

“Just knock and find out.” You turned to them and saw they were leaving.

“Don’t leave me here!” You shouted at them. You just wanted to be in your room and think about Tom.

“We are coming back in 4 hours so we can go to the concert together. Don’t worry. Just knock”

You saw them get inside the car they brought you with and turned around. You approached to the door and you knocked, unsure of what would happen next. The door opened and you saw Haz looking at you smiling.

“Don’t say anything. Come inside and find out. I was just leaving” He gave you a kiss in the cheek and pulled you inside the house. You were nervous. You knew Tom was here. You could feel his presence and smelled his perfume. You walked inside the house until you spotted him in the garden with tired eyes, but a big smile holding flowers in his hands. You walk towards him and throw your arms around him.

“Tom!” You were finally in his arms. You pulled back a little so you could kiss him. Finally, he was with you.

“Hey, love” He said. He looked at you and smiled. You stared at each other for a moment before hugging again more tightly than before. “I’ve miss you, y/n.”

“Me too, Tom. Why are you here?”

“Well, I have a surprise for you. Besides, I am done with all the press tour for the rest of the week.” You pulled back again and took a step back.

“What? I thought the surprise was you! You are all I need, Tom.” A shy smile appeared on his face as you said so. “I just want to be here with you”

“You are my everything, y/n. I love you more than words can describe and you deserve everything good in this world so, please; let me give you another surprise. I promise you, you won’t regret it. Besides, we are not going to leave the house.”

You nodded and he grabbed your hand. You let him guide you from the first floor to the second until you reached the last room of the corridor. You stepped in and you looked at the whole place in disbelief.

“Oh my god” The place was decorated with every picture you had taken to the both of you. A table was in the middle of the room with candles and close to the window where your favourite flowers. “What’s all of this?”

“Part of your surprise” He said with a shrugged “C’mon, let’s eat.” He helped you with your chair and then sit down after you did, in front of you. “I wanted to do in the night, but I remembered you had the concert and I couldn’t wait”

You both spend the afternoon eating and talking about everything you couldn’t tell each other all those months that felt like a million years. You finally felt good. Watching him smile while he talked, the touch of his hand on yours. You had missed him so badly.

“This is amazing, Tom. I can’t believe we finally see each other. I wish you could go to the concert.”

“I can. I bought a ticket. ” You stared at him and you could feel a big smile appearing on your face “But I want to tell you something before.” He added with a serious tone. You frowned a bit, questioned by his sudden change of humour.

“What’s wrong, Tom?” The smile that grew in your face was falling.

“Nothing is wrong, it’s the complete opposite.” He grabbed your hand across the table “Listen, y/n. I love you. I really do. Every time since I met you, it has been like a blessing. Every second we spend together, I feel like I can’t get enough. And those months without you had been like a nightmare. So…” He let your hand go and stood up. You watched him, unsure if you had to stood up too. He shifted his feet and got closer to you. He locked at with you and took a deep breath. He kneeled in front of you and you gasped. You thought you knew where this was going. “y/n, I don’t know how I’m supposed to do all of this, but I think this will help you understand” He took a little box of his pocket and showed it to you. You gasped louder than before. You felt tears streaming down your face. “I know we are too young and we have our lives ahead us, but I want you to know that it’s you who I want to spend that life with. We don’t have to get married right away. This ring means that we are willing to.”

“Yes. Yes yes yes yes. Tom you are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I accept. I do.” You threw yourself at him and hug him. “I’m so happy”

“I love you, y/n”

“I love you, too”

You looked at the clock and you knew it was time to get back to the concert, after that you would continue the tour and he would continue his press tour, but now, ten shows didn’t seemed so bad, because after that you knew you would spend the next million years with him and that was enough to you.

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THANKS FOR SAVING ME || TH.

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader is a lifeguard in the hotel in Singapore and there she mets him.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my second request, people! (Requested by: anonymous) Hope you enjoy this as well and please feel free to send some requests!

Request: If you're still taking requests: can you do a tom holland x female lifeguard reader? Possibly set when he Jacob and Haz are in the pool in Singapore?

You were walking near the swimming pool, looking at the people in there. It might sounded creepy but the true was that it was your job. You were a lifeguard in a hotel in Singapore and that meant you had to be always looking and taking care of people. Today you assumed you would have more work than usual because of the celebrities your boss mentioned, but everything was quiet. There was absolutely no one in the pool. You walked to your chair, sat on it and started to think about the celebrities, you didn’t know their names, because your boss didn’t tell you, he told you it didn’t matter and that they should be treated like normal guests. You agreed with him in some part, they should be treated like normal guests so they wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, but you wanted to know sooo badly who were they. Maybe they were from a famous band or maybe they were actors. You secretly wanted them to be the latter. You had always dreamed of watching or meeting a celebrity.

You were still thinking about who these celebrities might be, your brain swirling in a tornado full of names, when you heard loud voices coming in. You turned your head to the source and saw 3 guys laughing. You looked at them with curiosity running through your veins. Were they the celebrities? They were too young. Maybe they were just hotel guests. You kept looking at them, watching how they put their stuff on the chairs, when one of them, the one with brown hair, turned and his eyes met yours. He stared at you for a few seconds before turning his head. You turned your head too a bit flustered. You knew him from somewhere, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Maybe an old classroom partner? Impossible. Then why did he look so familiar? You temped yourself at looking them directly again, but you decided against it. You needed to look after the people in the pool. Accidents could happen at any minute, but then you realised they were the only ones there, which meant the people you should take care of were the boys. Therefore, you turned your head and wait for the brunet to meet your gaze again.

Tom wanted to turn and look at the girl whose eyes seemed to make him want to smile. He told himself he sounded stupid, but he couldn’t help it. He tried his best to act normal, not wanting to make himself a fool. He tried not to look at you and paid attention to his friends, but he failed poorly. He turned his head fast wanting to see you for a bit more and he was shocked when you both locked eyes. He saw you blush and turn your head looking at the door, but he continued to look at you for a few more seconds before turning his head to his friends. You were really pretty, he thought. Your hair was tied back in a ponytail, making you easy to watch the people in the pool and your orange swimming suit fit you perfectly. If it looked good on you while you were sitting, he could imagine it on you while you were on your feet. He blushed at the thought and tried to calm himself.

“Hey, mate. Are you okay?” He looked at Harrison. If his friend found out he was like that because of you, he wouldn’t stop bothering him until he would talk to you. “Why are you red?”

“Nothing” He answered quickly. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself.

“Oh, I think I know why you are like this…” Jacob added looking away. Tom looked at him and follow his gaze only to realised he was doomed. Jacob found out. That meant everyone would found out. “You should talk to her.”

“What? No.” He wanted to talk to you, but he didn’t know how would you react. Maybe you didn’t like him or worse you would know who he was and started to freak out. He loved his fans, but sometimes they were exhausting. Most of the time, he couldn’t have a normal conversation, because they would start to get flustered and mumble, which he found cute, but at the time of hitting on a girl, it was kind of a problem.

“Well if you don’t talk to her, then I will.” Harrison stated. Tom looked at him in the eye to know if he was lying and making fun of him, but there was no trace of it in his friend’s face, except for a gleam in his eyes he couldn’t figure out, and a smirk in his face. “She is really pretty and it seems that you like her, but if you are not going to something, then I’ll do it”

Jacob didn’t know what to do. He could see in Tom’s face an internal discussion if he should let the blonde boy talk to the pretty lifeguard or not. And the only thing he could see in Haz’s face was his eyes gleaming. He had saw that look before, but he didn’t remember in what occasion.

He also noticed how you were looking at them from the corner of your eye. You knew something was happening, but you couldn’t do anything about it. There was no one else in there, which meant you had no other choice that pay full attention to the boys.

Then something clicked inside Jacob’s mind and he realised what that gleam in his friend’s eyes meant. He had a plan, a plan to make his friends talk to the girl one way or another. The way he talked sounded that it was for his own interest, but he didn’t explicit stated that it was.

“Fine, go talk to her. No problem” Said Tom. There was a problem; he wanted to talk to you and not Harrison.

“Ok. I’ll be right back.” Tom watch how Haz look at his other friend and then walk to talk to you and he couldn’t help feeling betrayed.

“You snooze, you lose.” Jacob said. He was able to see what the plan was and he wanted to make sure Tom didn’t until the end.

When you saw the blonde boy coming to you, you froze. You also recognized him from somewhere. Damn why you couldn’t remember? He smiled at you and stood in front of you waiting until you to stand so you could be face to face. You did and smiled too. He seemed nice, just like the other and the cute brunet.

“How can I help you?” You asked him. Maybe he wanted you to tell him where the swim rings were or the water wings...

“What’s your name?”

“Uhm, y/n.”

“Ok, y/n. I just wanted to know that my friend likes you and right now he thinks that I’m talking to you, because I want to be with you, but the truth is that sometimes he is so shy he needs the help of a friend like me to actually talk to the girl he’s into.” You listened to everything he said and you started to get confused. What was happening, again? “And I know that he being famous can be intimidating, but he is just a lame guy like everyone else.” Wait, what?

“Wait… So you are the celebrities that are staying in the hotel?” Your mind was working 200% trying to remember where you had saw the boys.

“Uhm, yeah. We are in the new Spiderman movie. Well actually not me, but he is, I mean Tom, just like our other friend, Jacob. I could see he knew what my plan was… So are you going to talk to him or I have to trick you too?”

Now you remembered. You had read news about them, how on earth did you not recognized them? There was a poster of them in the hotel, damn it! Jacob played Ned and the cute brunet was Tom Holland. The blond talking to you was Harrison, his friend.

“I… well- I don’t know…” The blonde rolled his eyes, like he was tired of playing cupid.

“Just wait here.’’ You saw him walked away to Tom and Jacob. Your eyes met with his for the third time and this time you didn’t turn away. You saw how Harrison started to talk to him and without notice throw him inside the pool.

“Help! Men in the water!” He shouted, while Jacob laughed. You dive as fast as you could and when you get to where he was, he was fine.

“What the hell, Haz?” He turned and found you looking at him. He started to blush. You were even prettier closer. “Hey… Thanks for coming to save me, but I know how to swim”

“I can see that” You said with a smile. “I thought I had to give you water wings.” Jacob and Haz laughed at what you said and you laughed too. Tom turned to them even redder than before and shouted.

“What are you laughing about? I’m going to get my pay back you know that!” You laughed even louder when you saw how their smiles dropped from their faces.

“We are just trying to help you, mate” Jacob said.

“Yeah, I told you I was going to talk to her and I did. Her name is y/n.” Haz assured.

Tom looked at boys before turning to you. You had a beautiful name. “What did he tell you about me?” He just met you, but he already remember how you smiled and laughed. He really like you and wanted to know you better.

“He told me that you were Spiderman, but you were still as shy and lame as he”

“What? I didn’t say me. I’m awesome. I said like everyone else”

“You are part of the ‘everyone else’.” You pointed out.

Tom laughed at your answer and Jacob joined. You looked at Tom and realised you like him. He was funny and easy-going. He was so cute…

“You are cute too” Tom said looking at you. You blinked a few times. Did you said the last part out loud? Oh God. “And your name is beautiful like you” You could feel your face getting hotter even in the cool water of the pool.

“Ok ok ok. Before this gets too cheesy, how about we hang out now, and when you are available you go out on a date with my friend? Look at him, y/n. He is a mess and he just met you.” Haz intervened making you all turned to him.

You wanted to go out him. You wanted to know him as the person he is, not a celebrity.

“C’mon, y/n. Do it.” Jacob urged.

You turned and looked at Tom. “I would love to.” He smiled and the other two cheered. “But how about this time you take it easy and don’t make me come to save you again”

“But I am glad you did.” Tom answer before receiving a smile from you and eyes rolling from his friends.

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