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[afterglowparker]

Only a Matter of Time (Part 1 - When)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4,403

Warnings: A dose (ton) of fluff. Soft angst.

Prompt: Friends to Lovers AU

Summary: Peter reminisces on the moments he fell in love with you.

A/N: This is a piece that has lived in my mind for quite some time; it is also my entry for @h-osterfield’s 5k writing challenge. Congrats on this milestone and happy birthday, Kat! I hope you all enjoy the first part of this mini-series.

If you feel inclined to do so, listen to Us the Duo’s “I Will Wait For You” as it is the song that largely inspired this piece. :)

Peter wasn’t sure of the exact moment when he fell for you; maybe, he’d always been in love with you. That part was clear as crystal to him: he was in love. Sometimes, he thought he had fallen in love with you that first day you stepped foot into Midtown High.

“Hey, are you here for AP Chemistry?”

A soft voice broke through Peter and Ned’s conversation, causing the fluffy haired brunette to turn around, his words dying in his throat as he gaped at the girl in front of him: she was beautiful. High waisted dark blue jeans, with white stripes, adorned her legs, while an oversized cropped white shirt, with some logo Peter didn’t recognize, hung off her upper body. He took note of the way her fingers drummed against the handful of textbooks in her arms and how she subtly tried to shrug the strap of her bag back up her right shoulder; the thin layer of perspiration on her forehead gave way to the nerves she was feeling and Peter tried to form a smile, still not quite able to get words out of his mouth.

Say something! He yelled at himself internally. Literally anything! Or at least close your mouth! What are you doing?!

“It’s uh, this is, uh,” Peter’s tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips, as he struggled to form a coherent sentence, his cheeks warming as the girl in front of him furrowed her brows at him.

“This is AP Chemistry. Unfortunately. I wish it was something more interesting.” Ned interjected, trying to save his best friend from the growing awkward tension, and smiling at his new classmate; you returned it with a tight-lipped smile.

“Okay, yeah, thanks. Sorry, just wanted to make sure before I settled in. Nothing worse than being in the wrong place and having to awkwardly get up in the middle of the teacher talking,” You replied as you shuffled to sit at the desk behind the two boys.

Ned turned around in his seat, so he was able to continue the conversation, Peter mirroring his actions.

“So are you a transfer? I mean, I assume so, cuz I haven’t seen you around Midtown before.”

“I am actually. My Dad recently got a job offer or promotion of some sort that required us to move out here. We just got in yesterday so it’s all kind of crazy.”

“Oh well, I’m Ned. I think you’ll really like it here at Midtown. The people aren’t so bad, save for a few. Lunch is questionable, so maybe bring your own. And for the most part the teachers are pretty chill.”

You smiled, grateful for the kind boy in front of you, your nerves about not being able to form any friendships in the middle of the year beginning to fade.

“I’m Y/N. I really appreciate all of that by the way. I’ll be sure to come to you with any questions I may have about this place,” you laughed, eyes darting to the right to see that Ned’s desk-mate was still staring at you, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, “Uh…is he okay?”

Ned looked to his left, lightly shoving Peter as he answered.

“Peter? Yeah, he’s good. I think he just thinks you’re pretty.”

Heat instantly shot up your neck and you felt the tips of your ears begin to burn, as Peter’s head whipped to his right, eyes wide in disbelief as he couldn’t believe Ned had just said that. Before Peter could even try to save himself, not wanting to scare you away before he had even uttered a real sentence to you, the teacher walked in, dropping his bag at his desk up front, while the door shut, forcing all further conversation to cease. As he turned to face forward in his seat, he shut his eyes in embarrassment, wanting to disappear, not feeling your gaze lingering on him.

It was 7th period and Peter still couldn’t shake the girl and their interaction, or lack-there-of, from earlier. He had seen her again at lunch, sitting off to the side by herself, nose in a book as she picked at the food in front of her. His feet began to carry him towards her, but then his brain caught up and instead steered him toward his usual table with Ned and MJ, where he settled on just admiring you from a distance, as Ned’s words fell on deaf ears.

“Stare any harder and she’s gonna combust.” MJ had bluntly stated, before turning back to her own book.

“I’m not staring!” Peter quickly snapped, tearing his gaze away from you, trying to rid the blush dusting his cheeks.

“Peter,” Ned began, “you’re clearly staring. And have been since you sat down. You pretty much haven’t been listening to what I’ve been saying.”

“What? Yes I have.”

“You kept nodding at random times and half the time it didn’t make sense.”

At that, Peter turned his gaze downwards to the table, but it wasn’t long before his eyes found themselves back on you.

“Look,” Ned said, turning to fully face his best friend, “just go and talk to her. You’re y’know,” he gave his friend a knowing look that said you’re Spider-Man without him having to say it out loud, “there’s nothing you can’t do!”

“This is different, Ned,” Peter shook his head, “I can’t just…go up and talk to her! She’s way out of my league. I mean, look at her…and she’s wicked smart, did you hear her answer all the questions during chem? Maybe we should get her to join the decathlon team.”

“Whatever, man. I think you should just talk to her. I’ve been talking to Betty recently, and I think that’s going well. So I don’t know. You never know until you try.”

Peter had been contemplating Ned’s words since and even now, as he entered the classroom to sit through English, he couldn’t help but feel like Ned was right. As his feet dragged him to his usual seat, he noticed a familiar figure already settled in at his usual desk, writing in a notebook.

“Hey, uh,” Peter mumbled, pulling the earbuds out of his ears, his voice causing the girl to look up at him, “we had chemistry together, earlier, today…I’m Peter.”

You smiled, flicking the pen back and forth in your hand, as you stared at the boy in front of you.

“Yeah, I remember. Your friend Ned told me.”

Peter shut his eyes briefly, willing the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

“Right, uh. I just. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I know it must’ve been a bit…weird. I didn’t mean to weird you out.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Talking to people isn’t really my thing either.”

“Really?” Peter’s eyes widened slightly, “You seemed so at ease talking to Ned earlier.”

“Yeah, well,” you breathed out, placing the pen down on your notebook before continuing, “trick of the trade, I guess. Sometimes faking confidence enacts actual confidence. Um, how about we just start over? I’m Y/N.” You finished, sticking your hand out, hoping the boy would return the gesture. He smiled, nerves floating away.

“Peter, it’s really nice to meet you.” He concluded, a smile gracing his face as he reached out to shake your hand. Upon letting go, he took a seat at the desk next you and you both carried on a conversation until class started. He was really glad you had taken his seat.

Since then, you and Peter had been inseparable. You were closer than two peas in a pod. Sometimes, he felt like he didn’t know how to function without you. Anything there was to know about each other, you both knew – save for the secret of Peter’s alter ego. Peter thought maybe he fell in love with you over the course of many study sessions.

It was nearing 7 PM when the weight of your head on Peter’s shoulder broke his focus.

“I can’t do this anymore. My brain is an actual puddle now.” You huffed, eyes still attached to the study guide in your lap. It was a Wednesday night and Peter and you were sat on his bed, while helping each other study for the chemistry test the next day; the reality of the situation was that you’d both do fine by yourself, you just loved any excuse to spend time with the other.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’re practically almost done, you just gotta power through it.” Though his actions contradicted his words, as he rested his head on top of yours. He felt the groan you let out vibrate through his body, as you threw your work to the side and placed your legs over Peter’s, effectively covering his work, and wrapping your arms around his body.

“This is stupid. I’m dropping out of high school.”

Peter laughed, his right arm beginning to rub your back gently.

“You’re too brilliant to drop out. Besides, without you there, who’s going to give me a run for my money?”

“Excuse me, Parker, I think it’s the other way around. I think we all know I definitely rank above you in our class.”

“Pretty bold of a wannabe high school dropout to assume that.”

You shoved him lightly, causing another laugh of his to fill the air, as you resumed your former sitting position by him, smiling as you spoke.

“Yeah, well, you’ll be happy to know that you got number seven wrong. So I wouldn’t be so cocky.”

“No I didn-,” but Peter’s words cut off as he focused on his paper, a blush rising to his cheeks, “Yeah, well. It’s only cuz you distracted me. I would’ve caught it.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure,” You replied sarcastically, your eyes lighting up just that bit more – something only Peter could draw out of you – as you gave him a quizzical look, “What would you ever do without me?”

Peter paused, lips slightly parted, as he gazed into your eyes; it was always like being home, even if he was far from it. He shook his head slowly, letting the words softly fall from his chapped lips.

“I don’t know…” A silence fell between you both, as you took comfort in the presence of the other, before Peter cleared his throat, “Okay, how about, we finish one more page and then I’ll let you raid my fridge for whatever you want and we’ll finish The Theory of Everything?”

“That, Peter Parker,” you lightly bopped his nose with your yellow highlighter, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “is the best thing you’ve said to me all week. So! I was working through number eleven, and it’s not too bad…”

Peter’s eyes studied your profile, as your words flitted in one ear and out the other, the increased thump, thump, thump, of his heart pre-occupying his mind.

Or maybe it was during one of your countless movie nights.

Your legs were thrown over Peter’s lap, his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him, as your head rested on his shoulders, and your arms were lazily strewn across his stomach.

“I like cuddling with you, you’re warm and make me feel safe.”

Peter’s heartrate rose whenever he’d recall your words and he’d create any excuse to cuddle with you since, knowing you wouldn’t say no. Currently, your body was shaking slightly, and he was rubbing your back lightly, trying to ease your cries.

“Y/N, we’ve seen this movie over a hundred times. You already know what’s going to happen.”

It was your weekly movie night, and you had somehow convinced Peter to watch The Theory of Everything once again, seeing as it was your favorite movie. Of course, Peter enjoyed it too, but after watching it as many times as you both had, he started to grow tired of it. But as long as you were happy, he was content.

“I know, but I just. How can you not cry? Like, sorry you’re a heartless monster.” You sobbed a little more. Peter’s laugh vibrated through his chest and you could feel it, along with how your heartbeats increased.

“I’m not heartless, Y/N. I cried the first time you made me watch it. I just know what’s happening now.”

“Well maybe the anticipation just makes it sadder, Peter. I don’t know! Let me be an ugly, crying mess in peace.”

“Hey,” Peter shrugged his shoulder lightly, prompting you to look up at him. He wiped some of your tears away with his hand not wrapped around you, and then placed it against your forearm, holding you a little tighter, “You’re not an ugly, crying mess. I’m just messing with you. I was pretty close to tears too. Also…I think you look really pretty when you cry.”

You smiled, eyes turning back towards the screen, settling in for the rest of the movie.

“Thanks, Pete. I don’t know if I necessarily agree with that statement, but I’m really lucky to have you.”

Peter rested his head on top of yours, eyes settled on the film, but his mind focused on you.

“I’m lucky to have you, too.”

Other times, Peter thought maybe it was Junior Prom when he had really taken the plunge and his love finally crossed from friendly to something more.

“Ow! Y/N you’re supposed to be pining it to my jacket, not impaling me viciously.”

“Well maybe if you stopped fidgeting, I’d be able to pin it to your jacket!”

“I’m only fidgeting cuz you stabbed me with the pin!”

From the side, you heard Ned’s laugh and you turned in time to see him lowering Peter’s phone.

“I don’t know why you guys haven’t gotten together already. You already bicker like an old married couple.”

At his words, you suddenly felt the familiar heat creep up your cheeks, which seemed to be a common occurrence when Peter was around, and hoped that your makeup helped to conceal it. Peter on the other hand was looking at Ned in disbelief – no matter how many times he told Ned to cool it with the dating comments when they hung out, he never seemed to get the message to stick.

“I, uh…I don’t kno-I mean-I-did you get the photo Ned?” Peter finally worked out, as he non-verbally gave his other best friend a look, pleading with him to move on. Luckily, MJ could take a hint.

“Yeah, he got it. And about a thousand other photos. I swear, he’s your two’s biggest fan. But yes, you’re typical, high school prom photo has been taken.”

You laughed at MJ’s words, having grown fond of her sarcasm over the past year, and grabbed the phone out of Ned’s hands. As you scrolled you leaned into Peter, letting him see Ned’s handy work.

“These are cute! I really like this one!”

You had stopped on a candid moment Ned had captured of the two of you laughing, as you struggled to pin the boutonniere to his suit jacket. As you continued swiping through the copious amounts of photos – MJ was not joking around – Peter’s eyes remained focused on you. He was convinced that every single photo of you could be filed away in the dictionary under “beautiful” and all its synonyms. The way your face lit up as you laughed, and your eyes slightly crinkled at the corners, and you threw your whole body into your happiness – he’d never get tired of looking at you.

“Y’know, I think Ned might actually be better at this photography thing than you, Pete.” You concluded, smiling up at him as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I admit, they’re good photos. But let’s remember whose photos are in the Daily Bugle.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly shoving Peter and handing his phone back to him.

“We get it, you took some photos of Spider-Man and you’re buddy-buddy with him. Way to constantly flex on the rest of us. Also, as a not-so-subtle, but subtle reminder, I’m still waiting to meet him.”

Peter’s mind began to short-circuit at the mention of his alter ego, as it always did when it was brought up around you – a firm reminder that he hadn’t let you in on his secret yet: and he didn’t intend to anytime soon. In an effort to change the subject, he threw the first idea he had out.

“Hey, it’s getting late, we should probably start heading to the gym.” “But it’s only 7:30, the doors only opened thirty minutes ago?” Ned began, thinking aloud.

“Ned! We should,” Peter not so subtly looked over at you, “head over to the gym.”

Ned’s eyes widened as his mouth formed an “o.” Meanwhile you rolled your eyes and stepped forward, looping your arm through MJ’s.

“You both are dorks. MJ’s my date now, sorry Peter.”

And with that you began walking away, speaking quietly with MJ. Ned stood beside Peter now, as they watched the two girls putting space between them.

“You’ve got it so bad for Y/N.” Ned bluntly stated.

“Do not. We’re best friends. I care for her the way I care for all of you.”

“No, you don’t. And if you did, I’d be a little worried. I think you should just tell her. I’ve been saying the same thing since the first day you malfunctioned when you saw her.”

The tips of Peter’s ears began to burn.

“I did not malfunction.” Peter mumbled.

“Right, and-”

“Hey losers!” MJ’s voice cut Ned off, “are you coming or not?”

“Peter, I know I said MJ was my date now, but she just made fun of me. I miss you. Come back to me.”

Pete shook his head slowly, as he and Ned began the short trek towards their two best friends, him shouting a response.

“Always will, Y/N.”

Hell, maybe it was that one week without you that truly opened his eyes to what he had in front of him.

It was the seventh day of what Peter deemed radio silence between you two, and he was on the brink of insanity. He had long since grown tired of the tense and brief greetings, the few, to non-existent texts, the absence of heart fluttering laughs and smiles from you, sarcastic exchanges, cuddles, and all-around – the presence of you in his life. Truthfully, anyone could tell that he had been off since the beginning of the week, when you had first told Peter you needed space, while breaking down in front of him. It broke his heart to see you cry and it turned it into dust knowing he was the cause.

May Parker hated seeing her nephew distraught, and now as he stood in front of your door, he could only hope that all the advice that May had been giving him would pay off. With any luck, by the end of this, he’d have his best friend back. Hesitantly, he lifted his fist, and thought through every scenario, almost chickening out, before his fist finally landed on the oak-door; the thud resonating through the space around him.

It only took you thirty seconds to open the door, but Peter swore it felt like an hour, as his nerves went haywire. The sight of you in front of him, looking tired and worn down, but still so beautiful, dressed in a loose pair of joggers and his Midtown pullover was enough for his brain to combust.

“Hey…Y/N…” Peter started softly, as you had just been staring at him after having opened the door. You had yet to invite him in, hand still on the doorknob, as you kept the door close to you; only opening it wide-enough for you to stand in the doorway.

“Peter.”

The tension between you both had never been so thick, Peter was lost.

“I um…I came to apologize.”

“Okay…”

You were just as lost as him.

“I know…I know I messed up. I should’ve been there for you. It was a big night for you. I know that. You worked hard for that award. I know you did. And I’ve always known how brilliant you were, but I should’ve been there cheering you on, louder than anyone in that audience. I’m proud of you. You know that. I just…I let the Stark Internship take me away and I know I could’ve at least sent you a text and that’s my fault and I can’t promise I won’t mess up again, but please,” his voice cracked, as a tear slipped down his face, “please forgive me. I’ll do better. I will. I’m not perfect, but I love you so much. You’re my best friend. I can’t do this – life – without you. You make me better…”

He trailed off, once again unsure of where to go next. A silence fell between you both, as Peter’s fingers began to twist the fabric of his faded, blue sweater sleeve between his fingers, his nerves raising as he waited for your response. You simply stood in front of him, hand still on the door knob, as you peered into his eyes. Your bottom lip was stuck between your teeth and before Peter could stop your assault on the skin, he felt arms being wrapped around his neck, and his feet stumbling back a few paces.

“I’m sorry, Peter.”

Peter froze for a moment, your arms tightening around him, as he soaked in the feeling of having you back in his arms. Without much further thought, he felt his eyes shutting and his arms wrapping around your waist, feeling the weight in his chest lighten for the first time in a week.

“Don’t be. I’m the one who’s sorry.”

“No, I overreacted. I shouldn’t have shut you out, because you know I support you in everything you do. I know that the Stark Internship is a huge commitment and I should’ve just talked it out and-”

“Hey, hey, no,” Peter pulled away from you, just far enough to peer into your eyes, “you didn’t overreact. I mean, I do wish we could’ve just talked it through, a week without you was too long for me, but I was being an uncaring friend. There’s no way around the truth. I should’ve made more of an effort. It was important to you, so it should’ve been equally as important to me. You’re my best friend and I love you. You know that. I just. I don’t always know how to balance and handle things the best.”

“I love you too, Pete,” you pulled him close to you again and whispered into the crook of his neck, “God, I never want to go that long without you again.”

“You won’t have too. Not if I have a say in it.”

All these thoughts sped through Peter’s mind the day he found himself sitting on his couch, across from you, as you told him the three words he never thought he would hear.

“I’m moving, Peter.”

The three words sent ice through his bloodstream, the gears in his brain jammed, and his body shutdown.

“Pete? Did you hear me?” Your hand on top of his brought him back, the touch warming him, even though he felt anything but comfort.

“You’re what? Why?”

“My Dad got another job offer. It requires us to move again.”

“Okay, well, so what? Now you’re an extra subway stop away, that’s not so bad. I can handle that. We can handle that. I mean, we’re best friends there’s nothing we can’t handle. Right?” Peter was frantic. Whether he fully understood it or not, he had feelings for you, and they went deeper than you both knew.

“Pete,” your voice cracked, and your throat began to hurt as you struggled not to cry, “It’s all the way out in California. But it’s still in the country, y’know! We can…we can Skype and FaceTime and write letters – and I bet I can get my parents to let me come visit! I mean, Queens is my home. You’re my home, Peter. You’re my best friend.”

Peter felt his heart flutter at your words, and as tears slid down his face, he lifted his arms so he could cup your face and wipe away your tears.

“Yeah,” he forced out through a broken laugh, your hands now grasping his as your thumbs ran across the expanse of his skin, “you’re my best friend too. Nothing’s gonna change that. So we don’t get to see each other as often. It sucks, but we’ll get through it. Cuz we’re us. And we can get through anything. I mean, if we could get through the disaster that was fifth period Junior Year, I think we can get through just about anything.”

You laughed, and even though you had a little bit of snot running out of your nose and tears spilled endlessly, he swore your beauty battled that of the moon’s, sun’s, and every other beautiful creation the world presented to him.

Pulling away from his grip, you brought your sleeve up to your face and tried to rid any sign of your breakdown. And before he could reach out to make sure you were okay, you launched yourself into his arms, his own flying up and stilling before squeezing you as tight as he could. Your breath tickled his neck as you spoke quietly.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.”

He rubbed your back and pulled you in just that little bit closer, eyes closing as he let his face rest in the crook of your neck.

“I’m gonna be lost without you too.”

Regardless of the moment he fell for you, he knew that what he felt was true. More than anything, he regretted never acting on those feelings. So as he stood in front of the security checkpoint at JFK, he pulled you in with a choked sob of I’ll miss you for the last time, for who knew how long. His nose was buried in your hair, his arms encased around your body, being sure to memorize this moment in its entirety: from the way you smelled, to the outfit you wore, to the weight of your arms around him, and even your tears staining his neck and shirt. Maybe now wasn’t your time, and while he was slightly irked at the universe for that, he was hopeful for the future, because that’s what love gives you: hope.

[ijustreallylovezebras]

Secret of Us

Pairing: Tom Holland x Osterfield!Reader

Requested: No

Summary: Y/N is Harrison’s sister, Tom and Y/N finally tell Harrison the truth about them

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is my first full-length fic since coming back from my little (long-ass) hiatus! I hope you guys enjoy it! This is also my entry for @h-osterfield ‘s 5K writing challenge! I’m so sorry again that this is so late but congrats on the followers you deserve them all! My prompt was “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

“Are you sure we have to tell him?” Y/N asked, her hand brushing through Tom’s hair. Tom shivered as a response and nodded, a slight smile on his face.

“We’ve kept it from him for too long, darling, he needs to know,” Tom informed her. Y/N sighed and fell back on the sofa with a groan. Tom laughed, an adoring grin set in place.

“But I quite like life,” she argued. Tom rolled his eyes.

“We both know that it’s going to be me who doesn’t make it through this conversation alive,” he disagreed. Y/N grinned and shook her head.

“I’d never let him touch you,” she promised. Tom raised his eyebrows and moved to hover over her body as she lay on the couch. 

“Is that so?”

“Definitely,” she nodded, pulling a mock-fierce face. “I’ll be your own personal bodyguard,” Y/N decided. Tom laughed and ducked down to capture her lips in his.

“Terrifying, love,” 

“I do try,” Y/N teased, her fingers tangling themselves in his hoodie, as though it was an attempt to keep him as close to her as possible.

“You’re so cute,” he sighed contentedly before kissing her again.

“It’s a talent I’ve worked hard at for years,” she told him, one corner of her mouth quirking up into a little smile. 

“You appear to have perfected it too - I can’t imagine anyone being more adorable than you,” he sighed, gently lowering his body so that it lay on top of hers, his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck. Y/N’s fingers moved from his hoodie to run through his hair, her lips were by his ear and occasionally she’d turn her face to kiss his cheek.

“I love you, Tom,”

“I love you too, Y/N,” Tom sighed contentedly. “You know, after we’ve told Haz about us we don’t have to hide - we can do this whenever,” Y/N started to laugh at that and shook her head.

“You’re crazy if you think Haz is going to let us do this around him,” Tom shrugged and kissed her again.

“It’s my apartment too,”

“I’m his little sister, Tom, he used to get grossed out whenever I used to even talk about guys,” Y/N pointed out.

“You used to talk about guys? To Harrison?” Tom questioned. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“My best friend growing up was a guy and talking about him at home was like mentioning Satan in a church,” Tom started to laugh hard at the analogy and shook his head.

“It can’t possibly be that bad,” he argued.

“Have you met your best friend?” Y/N asked, raiding her eyebrows at him.

“Okay so he’s a little overprotective,”

“A little?”

“Okay, very,” Tom agreed. “You really think he’s going to be pissed?” He asked, a hint of worry finally creeping into his tone.

The two of them heard keys in the lock of the door and heard Harrison’s call.

“I’m home!” Y/N bit her lip and looked at Tom, forcing a worried smile onto her face.

“Guess we’re about to find out,” she said, sitting up on the couch and gently pushing Tom off of her as she stood up. “Lets go,”

“We’re just going to ambush him when he gets home?” Tom asked, eyes wide with fear.

“This was your plan!” Y/N hissed, holding out her hand. Tom groaned loudly but took it, allowing her to pull him to his feet and lead him into the kitchen. “Hey Haz,” Harrison didn’t look over at them as he replied.

“Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?” 

“Um... we have something to tell you?” She offered unsurely, looking to Tom who gave her a nod of support though he was still biting down hard on his lip. Y/N squeezed his hand and Tom let out a breath he had been holding as he returned the action.

“What’s going on?” Harrison asked cheerfully enough. 

“Do you want to sit down, mate?” Tom offered awkwardly. Harrison’s eyes widened as he finally turned to look at them, gaze falling on their locked hands.

“Is that what I think it is?” He asked, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.

“Quite possibly,” Y/N nodded.

“Depending on what you think it is,” Tom added. Y/N looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Yeah, it probably is,” he sighed in defeat.

“You - and her?” He asked, his gaze moving between the two most important people in his life, trying desperately to come to terms with what he was being told. 

“Yeah,” Y/N admitted quietly.

“How - how long?” Tom and Y/N shared glances.

“About six months now,” Tom finally told him.

“Six months!” Harrison repeated, eyes wide and angry. “And you only thought to tell me now?” 

“Trust me, Haz, telling you has been almost all we’ve thought about the whole time,” Y/N said, moving over to her brother. Harrison scoffed, shaking his head.

“I can’t believe you two,” he said, moving away from her angrily. “I’m going out,” he decided.

“You just got back!” Y/N argued but Harrison glared at her.

“I don’t want to be around you two right now,” tears filled Y/N eyes at Harrison’s words and Tom watched the interaction of the two siblings with a heavy heart, unsure of whether to comfort Y/N or go after his best friend and try to talk some sense into him.

He heard the door slam and bit his lip.

“I’ll be back in a second, love,” he promised before rushing after Harrison. “Harrison! Harrison wait!” Tom shouted as he ran down the hallway after the blond man. His best friend’s pace sped up and Tom did the same, needing to catch up to him.

Tom reached out and grabbed Harrison’s arm. Harrison whirled around, anger and pain evident in his blue eyes.

“I need to tell you something,”

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” Harrison snapped, turning away, ready to storm off again but Tom made sure his grip on his arm was tight. “Let me go, Tom,”

“No Harrison - I need to tell you this and I need you to listen and try to understand,” Tom insisted. Harrison sighed and shook Tom’s hand off before nodding.

“Whatever,”

“I’m so in love with your sister, okay? And I know you’re pissed that we didn’t tell you and you’re worried that I’m going to hurt her but I promise - I’m not.  Hurting her would be like hurting myself. I love her so much, Haz,” Tom admitted. Harrison looked at him levelly for a moment.

“You really love her?”

“I really do.”

[moonstruckholland]

Dive (P.P)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,374

Warning: A few curse words, fluff, some angst

A/N: Hey, darlings! So I wrote this for @h-osterfield’s 5K writing challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, hun! Also, I want to say a huge thanks to @rachramblesstuff for helping me with me this (and for encouraging me to write). I’m so excited for y’all to read this. It’s probably the favorite thing I’ve ever written and I hope you love it as much as I do and any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated. (Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves 💕)

Peter stepped into the classroom, a blush rushing to his cheeks as he realized not only was he late to his first class this semester, catching the attention of over 80 students, but there was absolutely nowhere for him to sit. ‘I knew sleeping in those extra 30 minutes would be a mistake,’ he thought as he quickly started towards the rows upon rows of seats, his eyes searching for an empty space. He could feel the blood rushing to his face with every second he spent looking for a seat, thoughts of anxiety and embarrassment flooding his mind.

He was just about to give up when he a heard a soft, “Hey!” He looked to the left side of him, seeing the most beautiful girl waving him over. He pointed to himself as if to ask “are you talking to me?” You nodded, tapping the seat the next to you. Still shocked that you were talking to him of all people, he rushed over, softly saying ���thank you” under his breath. “No problem. I saved a seat just in case someone like you stumbled in.” He gave you a confused look, “Someone like me?” You gave him a heart-stopping smile, “Someone late, lost, and extremely cute.” His eyes widened at your words, another blush reddening his cheeks. You giggled softly, making sure the professor wasn’t paying attention, before holding out your hand. “I’m y/n, by the way.” He shook your hand, thinking to himself, ‘This has to be a dream.’

Your brow raised when he didn’t introduce himself, “And you are?”

“Oh, um,” Peter racked his brain. Apparently, pretty girls didn’t just make him lose his train of thought, they also made him forget his name. It felt like forever before he finally remembered, stuttering out, “I-I’m Peter.”

You let out a small laugh and Peter had never wanted to disappear more than in that moment. ‘Forgetting my name? Great. She’s never going to want to talk to me again.’ He was so sure his thoughts were right, almost expecting you to reject him right then and there. But you caught him by surprise, leaning a bit closer to him to say, “I think we’re going to be great friends, Peter.”

You were more than right, immediately becoming the closest friends. Nothing more ever came out of it, but Peter was fully content having someone to hang out with basically all of the time. In fact, it hadn’t even crossed his mind. That didn’t stop people from thinking you were dating though. The two of you didn’t know it, but you were the talk of the class. People will either in love with the idea of you being together, or totally jealous of it. You were the only ones that couldn’t see you were obviously in love with with each other, completely oblivious to all of the signs from yourselves and your classmates.

On this particular day you were supposed to be studying, or at least that’s what you told Peter to convince him to go with you. Instead, you were goofing around, the pair of you trying to contain your laughter in hopes of not alerting the strict librarian not too far from you. “Pete!! Be quiet, you’re gonna get us in trouble!” You leaned into his shoulder, a mischievous smile on your face. “Oh, yeah,” he rolled his eyes jokingly. “I’m the one that’s being too loud.” You softly nudged his shoulder, pretending to be annoyed before getting up, mumbling something about taking your loud ass to the bathroom, leaving Peter alone and laughing to himself. He shook his head, the biggest smile of his face as he attempted to actually look at the textbook that had been sitting in front of him for the past hour.

He was interrupted almost immediately after starting, a guy from the class you took together, Jared, taking in a seat in front of him. He looked up, confused. They weren’t friends, and they’d never really spoken before, only occasionally when one needed a pencil or a piece a paper. He had no idea what he could possibly want.

Jared leaned forever on his elbows, looking around, before saying in a low tone, “You know, I’d be careful around her if I were you.”

Peter gave him a questioning look, more confused and a little annoyed, “Dude, what are you talking about?”

“Look, you didn’t hear it from me, but y/n isn’t looking for anything serious. She has a tendency to lead people on.”

Peter held back an eye roll, definitely annoyed now, “Are you speaking from experience?

Jared ignores his question and raises his hands in defense, “Hey, I’m just trying to help you out.” He leans down a little closer to Peter, their faces only a few inches away from each other, “Don’t fall for her, okay?”

Peter gives him his bed fake smile and a thumbs up, hoping it’ll be enough to get him to go away. Much to his relief, Jared does leave, just in time for you to come back.

You look back before sitting down, confused as you catch sight of Jared leaving the library hastily. “What was he doing here?”

Peter was so happy you were back, he had almost completely forget about the pesky encounter. “I’m not really sure. He was talking shit or something.”

You rolled your eyes, “Why am I not surprised?

Peter opened his mouth, wanting to ask about what happened between the two of you, only to up distracted by you, hanging off of your every word.

It wasn’t until a couple of years later, after having already fallen in love with you and never saying a word, that he started to wish he would’ve listened to the warning. Of course as time passed he tried moving on, but he always ended in the exact position he was in now, the only one he preferred to be in-right next to you.

The two of you were laying on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you as you watched reruns of Friends for the hundredth time. He looked down at you, admiring the way you got lost in the show, even after seeing it so many times. You were so beautiful and he was so in love.

‘She’s never going to go for me. I waited too long.’ The doubtful thoughts ran through his head, plaguing him with feelings of regret. There was no point in trying now. He was almost positive it was too late.

But then you turned and gave him this look, a look that seemed to be specifically for him, that pushed all of his negative feelings to the side. He didn’t know what it was, there was just something about it that gave him just a sliver of hope. ‘Do it. Do it now.’ He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat to get a better view of you. “Um, y/n. There’s something I want to tell you. You gave him your signature heart-melting smile, “What’s up, Pete?” This was it. He was finally taking a chance, ready to take the plunge and fully dive into you. “I-I, um,” he hesitated, the thought of never being able to turn back to normal running through his head. He knew if he didn’t do it now, he probably never would.

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do,” he said it quickly and without thinking, making it come out all wrong.

‘I think? Don’t know what to do? Good job, stupid. All I had to was, “I’m in love with you.” Of course I would fuck it up.’ Too caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the way your eyes widened, your smile instantly turning to a frown as you shakily asked, “What?”

He didn’t hesitate this time. “I’m in love with you.” Peter didn’t know what to expect, he never did when it came to you, but there was a part of him that thought maybe, just maybe you felt the same way. That same part of him hoped to see you jump into his arms, professing your love for him as well. Instead, you jumped up from the couch, shaking your head as you headed for the door. You only turned around to softly say, “I’m sorry,” before exiting the apartment and shattering Peter’s heart.

You ran out of the apartment and headed straight for the stairs, you mind going a mile a minute. You wanted to go back, to tell him you felt the same way, but all that came out of your mouth was a breathless mantra of “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

‘What am I doing? I love him. I should go back. I have to go back.’ You stopped for a moment, finally looking back now that you were out of the building. You considered going back just for a second, your worries creeping up on you almost immediately after, convincing you to walk away and go home before you did any more damage. That’s how you spent the next six days after that. Convincing yourself to see him, or at least talk to him, starting to make the first move, only to come marching back to your bed, or throwing your phone as far away from you as possible.

You laid in bed, engulfed in thick blankets, a piece of a kit-kat one hand and your phone in the other, your finger once again ghosting over the call sign next to his contact on your phone. Just one tap on the screen and things could be fixed, back to normal. ‘Or even better than normal.’ The thought popped into your head, filling your mind with cute scenarios. You and Peter dating, holding hands as you cuddled on the couch, both of you content in each other’s arms. It was so vivid, seeming so real you almost made the call right then and there. ‘Or he already changed his mind and doesn’t want you anymore.’ And just like that the lovely thoughts were gone and you immediately shut off your screen, tossing your phone to the other side of the bed. You couldn’t risk it, you wouldn’t. Peter meant everything to you. If you took a chance and it didn’t work out, then who would you have left? You didn’t even want to imagine not having Peter in your life. Less than a week without him, the longest you’d ever gone without speaking, and you felt so lost, like a piece of you was missing. It hadn’t occurred to you in the moment, only when you finally got home and all you wanted to do was call him, but when you walked out the door, you also ended up walking out of your friendship.

‘I need to see him. Maybe I can still fix this.’ You got up, feeling determined as you grabbed your phone and car keys. You were going to make things right.

You paused, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. You were fully dressed in your Perry the Platypus pajamas, your hair a total mess, and flip flops on your feet. “I can’t go like this,” you whispered to yourself. You shook your head, knowing Peter wouldn’t care and if you turned back you would chicken out and end up back in bed.

You took a deep breath, “Okay, I’m going.” You marched straight to the door, confidence bursting through you. You immediately stopped in your tracks once again, coming face to face with a wide eyed Peter. There were bags under his eyes, his lips all broken up from biting them too much, something you knew he did when he was nervous. You didn’t think it could, but your heart broke even more.

He looked down at your hands, noticing the car keys. “Where you heading somewhere?”

“I, um,” you could barely speak, not believing he was actually here, “No. I wasn’t.” You stepped back, telling him to come inside.

He hesitated, looking at you with sad eyes. “We’ve never done this long-“

“I know.”

He looked away, tears in eyes, “I miss you.”

You could feel yourself choking up, hating to see him in pain. “I miss you too, Pete.”

He walks in, still a little hesitant with his movements. It hurt you to see him acting as if he was out if place. He looked around, his eyes resting on you after a moment and gives you a sad smile. “Look, I’m sorry if I came on too strong and freaked you out. Just forget what I said, okay? I want things to go back to normal.”

You didn’t say anything, processing his words. You almost agreed with him, telling him you wanted normal again too, but you didn’t. You couldn’t, not after everything. “I don’t want to forget,” you didn’t meet his eyes, deciding to focus on fiddling with the string on your pants instead, fear coursing through your veins, “I love you, Peter.”

He frowned, taking a couple of steps away from you. “Y/n, please stop. Don’t pretend to feel something just because you feel bad for me.”

“I’m not pretending, I swear.” You sigh, wondering how you could possibly explain it to him. “Loving you is like,” you paused, trying to catch your thoughts. “It’s like skydiving, ya know? I’m standing on the edge of the airplane, ready to fall. But, Peter, when I look at you everything stops. Suddenly it’s just you and me and instead of falling, I’m flying.” He stares at you for a while, not saying a word and you’re sure doesn’t believe you. You’re seconds away from telling him to forget the whole thing when he comes up to you, grabbing your face gently and pulls you in for a kiss. Your eyes widen in shock as you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him.

He pulls away, moving his hands to your waist to pull you closer, barely believing this was all real. “You really love me?”

You give him a gentle squeeze, nodding as you snuggle into his chest. “More than anything.”

In that moment, totally wrapped in Peter’s arms, you were soaring.

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bonfires and love songs - h.o.

summary: your roommate and best friend Harrison is trying to save you from drowning in your exams

prompt: “I hate you.” - “Why? I’m lovely.”

word count: 1,9k

warnings: swearing

A/N: I want Harrison and Tom to be my besties :( this is for @h-osterfield’s 5k writing challenge!! I hope you like it, Kat 💛 also, I know I’m late but congrats to the 5k :)

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As soon as the front door shuts close you can hear the muffled laughter of your roommates and best friends Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield and not soon after your best friend peeks into your room.

"Hey," Harrison mumbles as he sees you sitting at your desk, different books and many notes lying around you. "Are you still studying?"

A smirk makes its way onto your features as you face him. "You know, some people don't have the opportunity to travel the world," you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

Harrison lets out a laugh and leans against the wall, mirroring your gesture. "I'm sorry?" he says, smiling widely, "you could be traveling with Tom, too, if you want to be his assistant."

You make a face. "No, Haz, thank you. I think you are the better choice," you giggle.

"You know that I'm not," he chuckles, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Remembering all the moments in which Harrison wanted to kill Tom, you playfully roll your eyes, a smirk forming on your lips.

"Do you wanna come to this party with us?", the blonde asks suddenly. "I think you need a little break."

Biting down on your lip, your eyes scan over your notes. "Well, I think I should finish this," you sigh, pointing at your computer.

"I'm not going without you, y/n," Harrison says as his lips curve into a soft smile, and you scoff, shooting him a look. "Please", he adds and pouts slightly, knowing that you can't resist his puppy look.

"Haz," you whine and send him an apologetic look, but the blue-eyed boy shakes his head, not accepting a No. Letting out a groan, you roll your eyes at him.

He walks over to you, coming to an halt directly in front of you. "Please, love."

You send him a quick death glare. "You are buying me food for the next few weeks, Osterfield," you determine as you stand up and the blonde laughs, nodding in agreement.

"Whatever you want, beautiful."

There is this unspoken thing between the two of you since ages but no one dares to talk about it, all you do is tease the other and hope that maybe one day something will slip. It is clearly that the unspoken thing is that Harrison and you have feelings for each other since god knows how long but apparently not long enough to confess – or maybe because it is already too late.

On the drive to the party Harrison, Tom and you are listening to some old music, singing your hearts out and laughing too loud. Harrison's eyes flicker to you every then and there, and he can't help himself but smile every damn time his eyes meet yours.

You are either looking out of the window or turning around to tell Tom a story, not noticing that Harrison is staring at you, but the blonde boy on the other hand also doesn't notice your quick glances every here and there.

Tom is sitting in the back of Harrison’s car and if he could he would roll his eyes the whole time the three of you are sitting in the car because the brunette can't believe that Harrison and you are so damn obvious but still don't get it. 

He would like to scream for fucks sake just tell each other about your feelings already, but he remains silent and waits until the two of you figure it out yourself. He only hopes it doesn't take you forever.

As soon as Harrison parks the car in the driveway, you frown. "What are we doing here? I thought we were going to a party," you question, looking between your best friends back and forth.

Tom shoots Harrison a look. "It is not a party, we are just making a campfire in a friend's backyard," Tom explains as he hops out of the car.

Your gaze wanders to the blonde and you narrow your eyes at him. "Sorry?" Harrison chuckles, closing the car door.

Leaving the car, too, you walk over to Harrison, hitting him on the chest. "I'm probably gonna fail my exam because you wanted to take me to a dumb bonfire party?" you scoff.

Harrison grins as he glances down at you. "This is gonna be fun, trust me, y/n." He swings an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

As you make your way over to the backyard you can already hear Harrison and Tom's friends laughing and talking. You look up at Harrison again, sending him another death glare. “I hate you," you huff, gently pushing his arm away.

A wide smile is stretched across Harrison’s handsome face. “Why? I’m lovely.”

You punch his upper arm, raising your brows. "Not even in your dreams, Osterfield."

"But in yours, love," he grins cheekily and winks at you.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you let out a laugh, making Harrison's heart jump. "You wish," you smirk at the blonde and for a split second your eyes are locking with his blue ones that always make you go weak in your knees.

"Tom! Haz!" someone shouts and you immediately turn around, breaking the eye contact with Harrison. Harrison on the other hand stares a few more seconds longer at you.

Tom walks over to the guy who apparently called him to give him a weird boyish handshake. "Hey, mate," Tom grins, "I hope you don't mind that I brought someone else, too."

The guy's eyes flicker to you, looking you up and down quickly before he sends you a cheeky grin. "Of course not," he winks at you.

You wrinkle your nose, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Boys.

Tom doesn't need to look at Harrison to know that his jaw is clenched and anger is shooting through his body, he knows his best friend almost too well. 

"C'mom, Luke, she is my best friend," Tom mutters, sending you a quick glance and you force a smile onto your lips, thanking Tom silently.

The guy – Luke – tilts his head slightly, the grin still plastered on his face. "I know, man. I'm just joking," he replies before he turns around to the other three guys. They send Harrison, Tom and you a simple smile. "Take a seat, mates."

Tom plops down onto a chair next to Luke who is sitting on the opposite side of you and as you turn your head to the side you notice that Harrison placed himself onto a chair already, too. 

But before you can even move, the blonde grabs your hip, pulling you onto his lap instantly. You settle into his arms, feeling yourself melt into his grasp as you try to hide the smile that appears on your features.

Harrison feels himself calm down as soon as you lean against his chest. The blonde doesn't pull you into his lap that often, only when you are tired or want to cuddle, but right now he needs to show Luke that you are off limits.

During the next hour you are not once leaving Harrison’s lap, you either drink the beer Tom gave you a while ago and eat a few marshmallows you made over the fire or you just listen to the soft music that Mike – one of the other three boys – is playing on his guitar, until a conversation gains your attention.

"Sooo, that is the reason why I'm not allowed to talk to her?" Luke asks Tom but loud enough for you to hear it as he nods his head into Harrison's and your direction.

You can feel how Harrison's grip on your waist tightens instantly but you shrug it off, focusing on Tom and Luke’s conversation. Harrison pulls you protectively closer against his chest, nibbling on his beer before he closes his eyes for some seconds.

Tom rolls his eyes, shooting you two a quick glance. "Secretly they are in love with each other," he says suddenly and you and Harrison both shoot him a warning look, making Tom giggle as he raises his arms up in surrender. "It is true, mates. You just don't want to admit it," he adds grinning.

You let out a low groan, rolling your eyes. “This boy,“ you scoff quietly.

If he could Harrison would kill Tom right there and then, not caring about what you or his friends would think. He lets his head fall back in annoyance, pressing his fingers into your skin slightly.

You turn around in Harrison's arms, immediately noticing the glint in his blue eyes as soon as his gaze lands on you. Pushing a blonde curl out of his face, you send him a soft smile, and he returns it almost instantly. "It is okay, Haz," you mumble, trying to calm him down, "I don't care."

The blonde feels his heart skip a beat and his smile falls automatically, but you don't notice it because you already turned around again to start a new conversation with your new friend Mike.

Harrison watches you for a while, biting down on his lower lip whenever his lips curve up into a smile, but he just can't help it, your smile is too damn contagious. His heart is racing whenever your eyes lock with his.

"Mate?" Tom shouts at Mike, "can you play some love songs, too?" 

You furrow your brows, sending Tom a confused glance but the brunette only shrugs, a grin plastered on his face as he winks at you.

Even if Mike is as confused as you are, he starts playing some old love songs, making you hum quietly as you remember all the song immediately. 

A genuine smile makes its way onto your lips as you lean back against Harrison, cuddling yourself into his muscular arms and Harrison sighs softly, pressing a gentle kiss onto your temple.

After a while Harrison takes a deep breath, moving his arms to wrap them around your middle, hugging you tightly. He places his chin on your shoulder, his head leaning against yours and you smile, placing your hands over his.

“You know that Tom is right tho,” he whispers into your ear, “I’m secretly in love with you, y/n.”

Eyes instantly widening, you gulp, turning around to face your best friend. "W- What?" you whisper, staring into Harrison's ocean blue eyes.

The blonde bites down on his bottom lip, his heart beating faster in his chest. "I love you," he repeats, "I always have."

You open your mouth and close it again, blinking a few times before you actually processed what he said. Your best friend and the person you love just told you that he loves you, too and it is not a damn dream.

Harrison softly brushes over your hands with his thumb to get your attention but you stop him before he can even open his mouth. 

You free your hands out of his grip to completely turn around on his lap, your chest now pressed against his but Harrison doesn't mind because you instantly place your palms onto his cheeks, pulling his face closer to your own as you press your lips onto his.

The blonde immediately kisses you back, his hands wandering to your back to press his fingers into your skin, pulling you as close as possible. 

His lips move gentle against your own, making your heart flutter in your chest and Harrison wants to thank every person on this god damn planet because he can't believe that this right now is really happening.

"I love you, too, Haz," you whisper breathlessly against his lips and Harrison smiles widely, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he connects his lips with yours again.

"I know the love songs would help," Tom chuckles, and Harrison and you both break the kiss to show Tom your middle finger, making the brunette laugh even more.

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Belonging | Tom Holland

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pairing - Tom x reader word count - 4,957 warnings - the longest thing I’ve ever written A/N - this is for @h-osterfield‘s 5K challenge! [prompt 11 - “You keep saying we’re friends, but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true”] Ya’ll should participate! You have until April 2 | Zoomed in pictures of people’s faces are my weakness

summary - Just because you were Zendaya’s assistant didn’t mean you felt like you fit in with her world. Your crush, Tom Holland, would never be with someone like you, not when he could be with someone from his world. Not when he could be with someone like Zendaya.

“Z, your interview starts in five minutes,” you said, knocking on the door to Zendaya’s temporary dressing room.

“Come on in, (Y/N)!” she called back. You immediately opened the door, closing it softly behind you. She was just getting her makeup finished and, as usual, she looked effortlessly amazing.

“You look great,” you told her.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Are Tom and Jacob ready?” You checked your phone and saw that Harrison had texted you.

“They’re already there,” you told her. “You’re running late.”

“If it doesn’t start for five minutes, I’m anything but late,” she joked back. You just laughed and rolled your eyes at her.

“You’ll get me fired if you’re not out there at least two minutes early.”

You had been Zendaya’s assistant since the start of Spider-Man: Homecoming. Now, over two years later, you were extremely close to her and the other castmates, and you worked closely with Harrison considering he was Tom’s assistant. Just then, your phone lit up with a Snapchat notification from Harrison. You opened it and found a picture of Tom waiting at the interview.

You giggled to yourself and, before you could reply to him, he sent you another one.

You wanted to laugh at the funny picture, but the words on it just made you frown. Right. Zendaya. He wasn’t actually bored without you. He was bored without Zendaya.

“What’s wrong?” Zendaya asked, snapping you out of your self-pitying thoughts. You looked up at her and locked your phone.

“Nothing,” you told her with a forced smile. “C’mon. The boys are getting impatient.”

“(Y/N),” Zendaya sighed. She waved her hair stylist off with a smile and waited until the two of you were alone before speaking again. “What happened?”

“Z seriously we have to-”

“I’m not leaving this room until you tell me what happened,” she said firmly. She folded her arms across her chest and stood from her chair, planting her feet on the ground. You groaned and clenched your fists at your sides.

“It’s nothing,” you said. “It’s just Harrison said that Tom was lonely without you and I’m trying to get you out there and you’re not going. So come on.” Before Zendaya could argue anymore, you walked out the door knowing she would follow you eventually. As expected, she was hot on your tail seconds later.

“I know you don’t expect me to believe that that’s all,” she said, slight annoyance in her voice. You looked at her before glancing down at your phone again. One minute until the interview was scheduled to start. Luckily it was just beyond the door in front of you.

“Go,” you said, giving her a slight shove. “I’m right behind you.” She pursed her lips before opening the door.

She turned to look at you and added, “This isn’t over.”

The interview started as soon as Zendaya was mic-ed and in her chair. Tom whispered something in her ear to which she laughed and gave him a slight shove. You felt a lump grow in your throat but you swallowed it down, finding your way over to Harrison. He was sitting on a couch behind the cameras so you sat beside him and laid your head on his shoulder. “Long day?” he asked quietly.

You scoffed, “You could say that.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he pressed. You didn’t say anything, hoping he would take the hint. He did, laying his hand on your knee and giving it a comforting squeeze. The interview dragged on and you couldn’t stop looking at Tom -the way his eyes lit up when he laughed and the way he licked his bottom lip when he was listening intently to a question. His beauty made your heart ache. He would never be yours. Not when he had access to someone like Zendaya.

As the interview started to wind down, the interviewer asked the question you were hoping wouldn’t come up. “I have to address the rumors,” she asked, her eyes looking between Tom and Zendaya. “You two play love interests on screen. Does that romance continue off-screen too?” Jacob laughed and Tom and Z just smiled at each other. Tom’s smile lingered even as he glanced at you and Harrison. Harrison just laughed and rolled his eyes.

“You can’t believe everything you read,” Zendaya told the girl. “Unless it comes from me or Tom, it’s probably not true.” The way Tom looked at Zendaya made tears well up in your eyes.

You had to excuse yourself, leaving Harrison with a mumbled, “I’ll be right back” as you hurried out of the room. You got to the nearest bathroom and gripped the sink, hanging your head and letting the tears fall freely. Even if they were just rumors, it was clear to you that Tom was pining after Zendaya the same way you were pining after him.

You continued sniffing, wiping under your eyes desperately to prevent your running mascara from staining your cheeks. Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door. “Just a minute!” you called out, ignoring the crack in your voice. You took a deep breath, smiled weakly in the mirror, and opened the door. “Sorry, I-” You stopped talking when you realized it was Harrison on the other side.

“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to lay a hand on your arm. You gave him a tight smile and nodded. Harrison sighed, “How long?”

“Hm?” you hummed.

“How long have you felt that way about Tom?”

Those words were all it took for you to start crying again. Harrison nudged you back into the bathroom and pulled you in for a hug, closing the door softly behind him. You buried your face in his chest and let out quiet sobs, upset and somewhat surprised that you were reacting so strongly to such a small thing. “It’s so stupid,” you muttered, shaking your head and pushing yourself away from Harrison. “It’s so, so stupid. I know it is. He looks at Zendaya like she put the stars in the sky and, I mean, of course he does! She’s gorgeous! I’m just, me.” You motioned angrily to yourself and Harrison shook his head immediately, holding your face in his hands.

“(Y/N) you’re amazing,” he said sincerely. “Tom doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“I hate feeling this way, Harrison,” you whispered. “It makes me sick.”

“Let me talk to him,” he offered. “I won’t tell him how you feel, I’ll just nudge him in your direction.”

“No, Harrison you can’t,” you said firmly. “Please, please, don’t. He cannot know, okay?”

“But-”

“Harrison, promise me you won’t tell him,” you said. “Promise me.”

“Okay,” he agreed with a nod. “Okay. I won’t. I promise.” You knew he was just trying to be a good friend, but you couldn’t even imagine the humiliation you’d face if Tom found out you liked him and he didn’t feel the same way. And of course he didn’t feel the same way. So why should Harrison mention it to him at all? Harrison’s phone went off and, when he checked, you both saw he had gotten a text from Tom.

Where’d you and (Y/N) run off to mate? it read. Me Jacob and Z wanna go grab some food.

You sighed, reading the text over Harrison’s shoulder. “Let’s go,” you said. You gave yourself one more onceover in the mirror, fixing your hair and practicing your smile, before turning to look at Harrison. He was giving you a sad, borderline pitiful smile. “No,” you said with a teasing tone, wagging your finger at him. “You’re not allowed to feel bad for me. Okay? It’s not allowed.” Harrison laughed lightly and held his hands up in defense.

“Alright, alright,” he said. “Let’s go.”

The two of you left the bathroom and wandered towards the hallway where the dressing rooms were. Waiting there were Zendaya, Jacob, and Tom, all laughing about something and chatting with each other. “There you guys are,” Jacob said, being the first to glance in your direction. “Let’s go get food.”

Zendaya immediately started chatting with you about the interview. Apparently, once you left, the interviewer had them all play a game of Most Likely To which ended up going really well.

“Where’re we eating?” Tom asked, sticking his head in between you and Zendaya as if you were the only ones who could make the decision

“I’m good for whatever,” you shrugged. “M’ not too hungry.”

The five of you ended up going to some Chinese place, thankfully not drawing too much attention from fans. You only nibbled on some rice throughout the meal and drank a lot of water, ignoring Zendaya who kept shoving pieces of chicken in your face.

You stepped out of the Chinese place and into a crowd of fans. Somehow your location had gotten out and at least thirty screaming fans were trying to get to the boys and Zendaya. You did your best to trail after them without getting lost in the crowd, but you were getting pushed aside by every crazy girl who wanted to get so much as a glimpse of the hollywood heartthrobs.

“Get out of the way!” you heard someone shout to you. You tried to keep moving along, but you were suddenly pushed over to the ground. You fell to your side, your arm, shoulder, and head smacking against the pavement.

You woke up a few moments later in your hotel bed.

It was dark outside now and you blinked harshly, trying to get your eyes to focus to check the time on the clock. When you sat up, you immediately went to lay back down, the pounding in your head unbelievable. You turned on your side slowly to look at the clock: 9:00. You groaned and closed your eyes, covering your face with your hands. As if on cue, there was a knock at your door. You didn’t want to get up and answer it, so you rolled over and chose to ignore it. When the knocking was persistent, you sighed and stood up. Your body ached. You opened the door and saw Tom. “Hey,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion (and in a little bit of pain). “What’re you doing here?”

“Wanted to check on you,” he said softly. “Can I come in?” You nodded and stepped aside, letting Tom into the room and closing the door behind him. “Are you doing okay?” he asked as you plopped on the bed.

“Lousy,” you said immediately, motioning for him to sit beside you. “My body hurts and my ego is bruised.”

“Why is your ego bruised?” Tom almost laughed. You groaned and got under the covers, pulling them over your head.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumbled. Tom laughed and yanked the covers away from your face.

“What’s going on?” he asked, a sudden frown on his face when he saw a few tears glistening in your eyes.

You sighed and covered your face with your hands, “Just feel so stupid!”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Tom said, puzzled.

“I just don’t belong here,” you mumbled, turning on your side away from Tom.

“Don’t belong here?” Tom repeated. You didn’t move, just closed your eyes and hoped he would leave. “(Y/N), the group would be a lost cause without you.”

“You know that’s not true,” you told him.

“Plus, you’re one of my best friends,” Tom said, completely ignoring your slight interruption. “I would be a lost cause without you. And I think you’d be pretty lost without me, too.”

If only you knew.

“I’m not good enough to be friends with you,” you whispered. “I just don’t fit in with this world.” Tom was quiet, and you knew he knew you were right. Or at least you thought. Tom suddenly pulled you so you were sitting up in front of him. He brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Who told you you weren’t good enough?” he asked softly. You waved your hand dismissively and swallowed back some tears.

“This is stupid,” you told him.

“(Y/N),” he said firmly, “who told you you weren’t good enough?” You scoffed and threw your hands in the air.

“Everyone on the Internet, Tom,” you said. “Isn’t it obvious? Look at you! And look at your friends! They’re all rich and successful and so good with people, and I’m, I’m me!” You motioned to yourself in frustration. “I’m awkward and, like, the biggest loser in this friend group. And I’m not the only one who says that. A million of your fans will say it on every Instagram post of me with any of you, and the girl who pushed me just this afternoon clearly feels the same, and-”

“It doesn’t matter what any of them say,” Tom said quickly. “They’re not part of our friend group, are they? They’re just mad that you’re in the place they want to be. They’re just jealous.”

You rolled your eyes and laid down again, attempting to turn on your side until Tom stopped you. He got under the covers beside you and reached for the TV remote. “If you’re going to lay in bed and mope, then you’re going to do it with me by your side,” he said. He flicked the TV on and began flipping through channels until he found a trashy rom com on one of the cable channels. You couldn’t help but smile when Tom put his arm around you and pulled you close to his side. He kissed your temple and rested his head on top of yours. The two of you laid in bed together, watching movies after movies, until you eventually both fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were pretty surprised to find Tom still beside you. What surprised you even more were his arms wrapped around you, his face nuzzled against your neck. His hand rested on your stomach and your back was pressed to his front. You didn’t want to move. This was everything you had ever wanted. You never shared a bed with Tom before. You never had a situation where it would make sense (or be excusable) to do so. Now that you were experiencing it, you never wanted it to end. You slowly reached for your phone and saw that it was almost 8:00. If it was any other day, you would’ve been able to go right back to sleep. But it wasn’t any other day. It was the day of the Golden Globes. You knew Harrison would be searching for Tom soon the minute he realized he wasn’t in his room, and you had to help Zendaya get ready. So, like the responsible assistant you were, you locked your phone and turned to face Tom.

“Tom,” you cooed softly. He scrunched his nose and wrapped his arms around you tighter, one of his hands raising your shirt slightly, his thumb brushing across your bare skin. You laughed lightly and poked his nose. “Hey, you gotta get up.”

“M’ so comfy,” he mumbled. “You’re nice to sleep with.”

You were sure your body performed a miracle, because you certainly just died and came back to life again. “Tom, you got the Golden Globes today,” you told him. You couldn’t help but brush some of his hair away from his forehead. “You gotta get up.”

“Don’t need to get ready for hours,” he argued. “Now shut up so I can sleep again. You know you like laying with me.”

You have no idea.

You just rolled your eyes and pushed yourself out of bed. “I gotta take a shower,” you told him. “I’ll see you later.” You heard Tom groan as you walked into your hotel bathroom and shut the door behind you. You let out a heavy sigh and started the water for your shower, stripping off your clothes and hopping in as soon as the water was warm enough. You washed away any thoughts of Tom’s arms around your body or his breath tickling your skin. Those thoughts would only hold you back throughout the day.

When you got out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and walked back into your bedroom. You practically jumped out of your skin when you saw that Tom was still in your bed. “Tom!” you scolded. He didn’t move, and you quickly noticed he was snoring softly. You rolled your eyes and stormed over to the bed, deciding to be a bitch and squeeze your still wet hair over his face. Tom cursed and sat up, wiping the water off of his face.

“You dickhead,” he laughed, shaking out his hair and running his fingers through it.

“Get out of my room!” you laughed back, yanking the covers away from him. Tom grinned and leaned up on his elbows.

“But I’m so enjoying the sight of you in a towel,” he said cheekily. You just rolled your eyes and walked over to your suitcase, mostly to avoid him seeing you blush. You heard the bed creak as Tom laughed again and made his way to the door. “I’ll let Zendaya know you’re up,” he told you. You nodded and waved him goodbye as he left your room.

Zendaya.

You got dressed in jeans and a simple black peplum top and put on your make-up. Once you had your hair dried, you saw you had a text from Zendaya: Tom stopped by and told me you’re up. I’m ready when you are x

You texted her back and quickly slipped on your shoes before leaving your room and making your way to Zendaya’s. As soon as you knocked on the door, she opened it and dragged you into her room. “What-”

“That’s what you were upset about!” she said, cutting off your words immediately. “You like Tom! Oh my god!”

“Shut up!” you said quickly, taking a step towards her and covering her mouth. “Shut up, okay? Just shut up!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she said, pulling your hand away from her mouth.

“Because I knew you’d act like this!” you said. “And it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me, so I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it only for it to turn into nothing.”

“What do you mean he doesn’t like you?” Zendaya laughed. “Tom’s had a crush on you for ages.”

“Oh, shut up!” you said with a roll of your eyes. “We don’t have to talk about this. In fact, we shouldn’t talk about this. We need to go.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Zendaya Coleman, we are not talking about this!” you said sternly, putting your hands on your hips. “You have to be on the red carpet in-” You paused to look at your phone for the time. “-8 hours.”

“8 hours!” Zendaya repeated with a laugh. “So first we’re going to go get breakfast with the guys.”

“Z-”

“Shh,” she said, holding up her hand to you. “Let’s go. The boys are already in the lobby.” You groaned as Zendaya grabbed your hand and dragged you out of her hotel room. “So how long have you liked him?” she asked you as soon as you got into the elevator.

“We’re not talking about this,” you said again.

“We are,” she said. “By my calculations, Tom has liked you for about a year and a half. I’m assuming you’ve felt the same for just as long? Maybe a month or so longer?”

“Tom doesn’t like me!” you said harshly. Zendaya was taken aback at your tone and you felt a little guilty but kept talking anyway. “I know you’re just saying that to make me feel better, so quit it. Everyone on planet earth knows Tom’s liked you for ages.”

“You can’t seriously believe that,” she laughed. You were thankful the elevator door opened because your conversation ended as you gave Zendaya a petty smile.

“The boys are waiting.”

Zendaya had been texting on her phone throughout all of breakfast and, just as you guys were finishing up, she excused herself to take a phone call. “What’s she doing?” Tom asked before taking a sip of his coffee. You shrugged and picked at your fingernails. Tom groaned and leaned his head on your shoulder. “Today’s going to be a long day,” he mumbled. You nodded and rested your head on top of his, ignoring the looks Harrison was not-so-subtly giving you.

When Zendaya came back, she had a large and mischievous smile on her face. That was never a good look. “C’mon,” she said, holding her hand out to you. “We’ve got places to be.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one reminding you of your schedule?” you teased. “And you don’t have anything for, like, another hour.”

“I’ve got a surprise,” she answered plainly. “Now get your boyfriend off of you and let’s go.” Tom lifted his head and glared at Zendaya who just laughed and physically grabbed your hand, pulling you off the seat.

“We’re just friends, Zendaya,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Zendaya just laughed, “We’ll see you guys later!” You both bid adieu to the others and made your way outside where, apparently, Zendaya had called for a car to wait for you. She was bouncing in her seat and refused to tell you where you were headed. You hated not knowing. Soon enough, you pulled up to an expensive looking storefront, which made you turn to Zendaya with a confused expression.

“Your dress is waiting for you at the hotel,” you told her.

“We’re not getting me a dress,” she said with a smile. “We’re getting you a dress.”

And that was how Zendaya informed you that you would be joining her, Tom, Harrison, and Jacob at the Golden Globes. Despite the fact that you had declined Zendaya’s original offer months ago, she apparently went over your head and got you a seat anyway. You didn’t know whether you should be happy or upset.

You didn’t have time to think too much about it, because suddenly you were whisked inside the dress shop. The rest of the day flew by. Between getting your hair and make-up done and trying not to freak out every time you thought about walking the red carpet, you could barely catch your breath.

When it was time for you and the boys to head to the award show, you and Zendaya were all ready and made your way down to the lobby. You felt insanely foolish. The dress Zendaya had picked out for you was… gorgeous, but you knew you didn’t do it justice. When you got to the lobby, you saw that Tom, Harrison, and Jacob were all already there waiting for you before getting into their car. Harrison was the first to look up and his jaw instantly dropped. Jacob looked next before elbowing Tom to look as well. You hated the feeling of all their eyes on you. You were pretty surprised when Tom walked up to you, completely ignoring Zendaya. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” he said.

You laughed lightly, “Yeah, neither did I.” Tom looked you up and down which just made you blush harder than you knew you already were.

“You look stunning,” he said simply.

“Ah, this old thing,” you joked. “Just pulled it out of my closet.”

When the five of you got to the red carpet, you took a deep breath before getting out of the car. You all approached the carpet at the same time, but Zendaya, Jacob, and Tom were getting much more attention than you and Harrison. Harrison, sensing how nervous you were, placed a hand on your back and stayed by your side. “I don’t know what to do,” you said softly, staring at all the reporters.

“C’mon,” he said, nodding his head forward. “We’ll just start walking and taking pictures, okay? We just make our way down the line. We’ll wait for the others if we get too far ahead.” You nodded and let Harrison take your hand, walking with you over to the photographers. You were surprised when they started calling your name along with Harrison’s. It suddenly made a smile spread across your face.

Maybe you did belong.

Harrison got called to another photographer and he held up a finger to you as he walked ahead of you to another group of cameras. You only felt lost for a moment before you felt another hand on your back. It was Tom. You simultaneously relaxed and freaked out again for a completely different reason. “You’re doing great,” he whispered in your ear. You smiled up at him and quickly heard photographers shouting at both of you.

“Are you two dating?”

“Is (Y/N) in a relationship with Harrison or Tom?”

“How long have you two been dating?”

“(Y/N), are you more than just Zendaya’s assistant?”

Tom just squeezed your hip gently and pulled you close to his side, encouraging you to pose for the cameras with him. When you looked up at him and saw his award winning smile already looking down at you, you swore you had never been more in love with him.

By the time the five of you got into the venue and sat at your table, Zendaya squeezed your hand gently. “You did great!” she said encouragingly.

“Thanks,” you said with a smile. “It was actually kind of fun.” Zendaya returned the smile and looked around to see if any of the others were listening.

“I saw the way he was looking at you,” she said softly.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Tom, earlier today, on the carpet,” she explained. “I was watching him talk to a reporter, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking over her shoulder at you down the carpet. He wouldn’t stop looking at you. Dude, it was like, it was like he didn’t even want to talk to her. Like he just wanted to talk to you.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “You’re insane.”

“I’m telling you, (Y/N),” she said. “He likes you just as much as you like him.”

Naturally, this consumed most of your thoughts throughout the award show. Obviously you were loving the show, and your table was full of amazing people (the five of you, Zac Efron, John Krasinski, Emily Blunt, Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, and Chris Hemsworth and his wife Elsa), but the forefront of your mind was still on Tom. It didn’t help that he kept putting his hand on your thigh, squeezing it just to get your attention and make sure you were okay. Eventually, you had to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

As soon as you got there, you looked at yourself in the mirror, letting out a heavy breath and fixing your hair. This was fine. Everything was fine. Tom did not like you, and Zendaya was just being Zendaya. Tom was a naturally flirty, kind, and touchy person. This was nothing new. You were just overthinking it all because Zendaya had gotten in your head.

Just as you were about to leave the bathroom, the door opened and none other than Tom himself walked in. “Wrong bathroom,” you teased lightly. “And you’re missing the show.”

“You keep saying that we’re friends,” he said abruptly, locking the door of the bathroom, “but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” He walked up to you, causing you to back up until your butt hit the counter. “And I was pretty certain you wouldn’t talk to me about it until I used drastic measures.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you told him.

“Look me in the eyes and say that again,” Tom said firmly. You hadn’t even really realized you were staring at your feet until Tom’s words made you look up at him again. You opened your mouth and closed it again, not being able to force the words from your lips. “(Y/N) I like you, a lot,” he said with a small laugh.

“You don’t,” you said immediately. “I know you don’t.”

“Why the hell are you so confident about that?” he asked.

“Because you like Zendaya!” you argued. “I know you do!”

Tom rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. Even though you were shocked, you couldn’t help but kiss him back. As soon as he realized you weren’t going to pull away, he smiled and slipped his tongue past your parted lips. You knotted your fingers in his hair, then suddenly pulled away. Tom looked at you in confusion, and you just giggled and wiped some smeared lipstick off his lips. “I’m gonna mess up your hair,” you whispered. Tom just laughed and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Do you believe me now that I don’t like Zendaya?” he asked. You just smiled and bit your lip softly. “It’s you I like, (Y/N). It’s always been you I like. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“S’okay,” you said with a shrug. You paused and crinkled your eyebrows a bit. “We should probably go back to the show.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said with a laugh.

“Hopefully none of the paparazzi saw you come in this bathroom,” you teased, reaching out to smooth his hair a bit.

The next morning, Instagram was blowing up with pictures of you and Tom leaving the women’s bathroom. You scrolled through them, a shit eating grin on your face. Only one picture actually made you stop and double tap. Its caption?

(Y/N) belongs with Tom.

[faefictions]

The World is Black

Pairing: roommate!Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Prompt: “we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.” (with a slight alteration to the wording to make it fit better. oops)

Warnings: cussing and angst

Word Count: 4,254

A/N: this is part of @h-osterfield ’s 5k writing Challenge! Also yes, my dumb ass named this after a Good Charlotte song, but it was playing when I was writing and like the lyrics fit. So SNS. 

Tears were streaming down her face as she stood outside her apartment that night. Suddenly it didn’t feel as much of a home as it did just hours earlier. 

Y/n had spent that Saturday morning with her best friends and roommates, Harrison and Tom. They usually went out to get coffee on Saturday mornings, but Tom was feeling under the weather so she decided to make them all tea at home instead.

Their busy schedules kept them from seeing much of each other on weekdays, even though they all lived in the same apartment. Y/n worked varying shifts, sometimes getting off by 3pm and sometimes working graveyard. Tom and Harrison each had different exhausting filming schedules. The only thing the three had in common, work wise, was their shared day off: Saturday. 

This meant that they usually spent all day Saturday catching up. They talked about their work weeks and personal lives, anything that hadn’t been apparent during the few times they would see each other within the confines of their apartment during the week. 

This Saturday, y/n was quieter than usual. Both of the boys noticed, but neither of them wanted to say anything. Eventually, she piped up, but they could sense her nerves. 

“So I know we usually spend Saturdays together, so please don’t hate me, but I may have maybe made plans, maybe.”

“With who?” Tom teased, knowing her well enough to see that this was the cause of her nerves. 

“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered, hoping they would leave it. But the boys were nothing if they weren’t persistent, a characteristic that could both be endearing and infuriating. 

“Oh come on, if you’re going to ditch us, you have to at least tell us who’s lucky enough to be stealing you away,” Harrison pestered. 

After a few minutes of them insisting, she finally gave in, telling them she was going on a date with a co-worker, Kyle, who she had told them about plenty of times before. Nothing she had said had been very good though, so the mention of his name made both of their faces fall. 

“Isn’t that the asshole who tried to touch your ass a couple months ago?”

“And that’s why I didn’t want to tell you guys.”

“Y/n, you can’t be fucking serious. The guys a prick, why would you be going on a date with him?”

“Believe it or not, I’m a big girl. I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

“Apparently not. Give us one good reason why going on a date with him is a good idea,” Tom asked, giving her a pointed look. She rolled her eyes and got off of the couch, taking the three tea cups into the kitchen with her to wash. 

“I really don’t need to explain myself to you guys. But he’s taking me to an early dinner. So I’ll be leaving around 5. I should be back in time to watch a movie with you guys, though.”

They boys shared an annoyed look with each other. She had endless stories about this guy, each one with the same theme. He didn’t know how to treat women. He had made so many inappropriate comments to y/n and her female co-workers. He had gotten away with every count of sexual harassment. His silver tongue could talk his way out of anything, but it helped that their boss was a 55 year old widow who thought he was just adorable. 

Y/n left the room before they could protest. It was only noon, which meant she had 5 hours before Kyle was supposed to pick her up and take her to her favorite restaurant. She didn’t want to avoid her roommates for that long, but she felt like it was her only option. Being around them was just going to result in them harassing her about the date, and she didn’t want to talk about it with them.

She really didn’t want to go on the date anyway, but this was about the hundredth time Kyle had asked her, and each time she had said no he backed off for only about a day before he would ask again. Every time she would tell the boys about it, they would be on her side, calling him a prick or an asshole. But her mother was another story. She was the kind of woman to ask for grandchildren once her children turned 18. When she found out that her daughter was moving in with two boys, she was certainly hopeful there was a marriage hidden somewhere in her future with one of them. And y/n would be lying if she had said that she hadn’t have hoped for the same thing. 

She had met Tom at a party in the summer after high school. He was charming, sure, but she wasn’t attracted to him in that way, and he loved that about her right off the bat. Of course they flirted from time to time, but it was always teasing and platonic. But the second he had introduced her to Harrison, she felt her heart explode. His eyes were like nothing she had ever seen and she had the sudden urge to run her hand through his hair. 

6 years later, at the age of 23, she still couldn’t admit to anyone that she felt that way about him. She told Harrison and Tom everything, except for the fact that every time Harrison did so much as look at her she thought she would die. 6 years of friendship and the fireworks she felt every time he would hug her hadn’t died out. But the fear of losing both him and Tom was too real. She didn’t want him to be weirded out and not want to be around her, and of course him and Tom had more history than she had with either of them, so Tom would obviously choose him over her. And now that she was living with them, that would have meant either having to move back home or finding a new roommate. Neither option was desirable, so she chose to live with the fact that she was hopelessly in love with one of her best friends. 

Which only gave her more reason to go on this date. She had to get over Harrison at some point, and no one else was volunteering to take one for the team and let her date them, so she caved. If it meant it could get her mother off her back and get rid of the guilt of loving Harrison, she was for it, despite her hatred for the boy. 

A knock sounded at y/n’s bedroom door an hour later. She was watching something on her laptop, but paused it as she called for the person to enter. 

Harrison came in with her favorite mug, filled with a delicious smelling soup. 

“Hey, I made lunch, figured you’d want some.”

She nodded excitedly, reaching her hands for the mug. He chuckled and brought it to her, sitting next to her on the bed as she took it. 

“We didn’t mean to upset you. You’re not mad are you?”

“Not anymore,” she joked, gesturing to the soup, causing him to chuckle. He had a strange nervous energy to him, something she hadn’t seen in him often. 

“We really want you to come sit with us again. We’ll shut up about the date, promise. This is just the only chance we get to see you during the week.”

The thought of him wanting to spend more time with her made her heart swell, so she agreed to go join them again. 

“You know, you guys don’t have to baby me. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Harrison frowned as he did his best to hold back every hurtful comment he had about Kyle. He just didn’t understand how she thought that going out with him was a good idea.

When y/n had told him and Tom about Kyle trying to grab her inappropriately, an anger bubbled up inside of him, an anger that resurfaced with every mention of him from there out. Hearing that she was going to be alone a date with him made Harrison extremely nervous. He wanted nothing more than to ask her to just cancel, to just stay in with him and Tom like every other Saturday. But Kyle’s personality wasn’t the only reason he didn’t want her to go. He was hurt that she would choose someone like Kyle over him, although he refused to accept that his jealousy was because of his budding feelings for her. 

Just like her, he didn’t want to complicate things. So each time he had the urge to lean in and kiss her, he would instead replace his emotions with a sense of frustration. He had had a few outbursts with both her and Tom because of this. He just couldn’t control the stupid things that came out of his mouth in an anger caused by his frustrated heart. But he couldn’t rid himself of the butterflies he felt when she smiled.

“We just want what’s best for you, love.”

“Who says this isn’t what’s best for me,” she mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear her. But he did, and it stung. Just knowing that she could possibly think Kyle was better than him was a punch to the gut.  

He got up and headed towards the door waiting for her to follow. As she approached him, standing in the doorway, he paused. His heart was screaming at him to say something, but his denial of his feelings stopped him from saying what he should. 

“Just promise me one thing,” he said instead. 

“What?”

“If anything goes down tonight, anything you don’t like, you call me and Tom. And we will take care of it.”

“Ok, dad,” she laughed. He was rarely this protective, but she definitely wasn’t hating it. 

“I’m serious,” he chuckled with her, the crinkles under his eyes making her heart flutter. 

“Ok, I’ll call you if anything happens. But it won’t.”

They returned to the couch with Tom who immediately began to whine that his common cold was going to be the death of him. 

When y/n eventually got up to get ready, she felt bad for leaving the two on the couch, but there was no way she was going to cancel last minute. Her manners were too good. 

So she got up and put on her favorite dress, with earrings to match. She curled her hair and put on an amount of makeup that she hoped was acceptable. She called a goodbye to the boys as she went out the door, receiving some less than excited farewells from her roommates. 

Harrison immediately got up and got some beers from the fridge after she left. The feeling in his chest seeing her in that dress, the admiration of how beautiful she looked and jealousy that it wasn’t for him, wasn’t going to go away on its own. 

Kyle was waiting outside, standing on the sidewalk with a bouquet of flowers, a good sign right off the bat. But those flowers were no indication of how terrible her date was going to go. He played terrible music in the car there, which wasn’t anything she would have complained about later on, but it was just the beginning of her misery. Once they sat down for dinner, Kyle barely paused for breath between boring stories about himself. None of them were cute anecdotes, they were all just opportunities for him to brag about himself. It was made obvious within the first five minutes that he had no intention to get to know her. She assumed that this was how all dates went with him, and although she had worked it up in her head that she needed to get back out there and start dating, she was now sure that Kyle was not the guy to do that with. 

In the middle of one of his stories, y/n’s phone went off, lighting up with Tom’s name. Her anxious nature couldn’t let her skip a call from her sick roommate, and it wasn’t like she was exactly invested in the conversation anyway. So she excused herself from the table, telling him it was an important call and that she would be right back. 

Once in the open air in front of the restaurant, she answered the call with a “This better be good” but was met with no response. She could just hear some muffled talking, and some bottles clinking. She immediately knew that Tom had just butt-dialed her. The boy could barely use his phone with his fingers, but his pockets made up for it. He made over 10 accidental calls a week, most of them to either her or Harrison, so this was nothing new. 

She was about to hang up, but she heard her name come from one of the muffled voices. 

“I just can’t believe she’s being so dumb.”

“That’s a bit harsh, Haz.”

“No, it’s not, she’s fucking idiotic. Who goes on a date with someone like that?”

“Harrison!”

“You’ve heard the same stories that I have! The guy is a terrible human being, but here she is, whoring herself out to him.”

The voices kept going, but y/n wasn’t listening anymore. She pressed the end call button as her arm dropped to her side. Tears were threatening to fall, and she didn’t want Kyle to see her like this, so she texted him to let him know that an emergency came up and she had to leave. Of course, he never replied to the text, but she didn’t care how rude leaving halfway through a date was at that point. Harrison was right about one thing, Kyle was a dick, but as far as she was concerned, Harrison was on the same level after those comments. 

Their apartment was only 5 blocks away, and y/n was thankful that she had decided to not wear heels on her date. She spent the walk trying to think of how she could deal with the situation at hand. She felt weird telling them that she had eavesdropped in on them after Tom accidentally called her, it felt wrong. But there was no way she could just pretend like she wasn’t hurt by Harrison’s words. 

If only she had continued to listen in on their conversation, she would have heard Tom call him out for his hateful words. 

“Mate, not cool. Don’t talk about her like that!”

After a few seconds of careful consideration, Harrison mumbled out that he didn’t mean it. 

“This is like the seventh time you’ve said something like that. It’s almost like it only happens when she shows interest in another guy. What’s up with that?”

Harrison didn’t reply, just tried to avoid eye contact with his best friend. What could he say? He loved her? He couldn’t even admit it to himself. 

“Oh my god, I’m an idiot. How did I not fucking see it before?”

“See what?”

“You love her don’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“No, yeah, that’s why you get all angry every time something like this comes up. I’m a fucking idiot for not connecting that, holy shit…”

“Tom, shut up!” Harrison exploded, a blush creeping up his neck and over his cheeks. 

“Haz, don’t deny it. And you better not be an ass when she gets back. You should tell her how you feel! I mean, we both know nothing is coming from a date with a guy like that.”

“You really are an idiot.”

“You pushing your little crush aside isn’t going to help anything. You need to tell her.”

“I can’t, Tom.”

“And why not?”

“Because… I can’t lose her.”

The pain was evident in his voice, making Tom’s heart constrict. He didn’t know how y/n felt, but he knew the kind of person she was, so he knew that even if she didn’t feel the same way, she would never be cruel about it. They would remain best friends, because no matter what, she loved him at least that much.

They continued to go back and forth on the topic until they heard y/n’s keys in the front door. 

When she got to the apartment, it was evident that she was upset. Despite her best efforts, a few tears had slipped down her cheeks, and walking home in the cold didn’t really help her mood. When she reached their front door, she took a deep breath and decided to just rush to her room and try to avoid the boys. It wasn’t like she was going to have to talk to them until next Saturday anyway. 

She opened the door, ignoring the looks she received from the boys on the couch. She slammed the front door, something she did not mean to do. 

“Hey, how did it go?” Tom called from the couch. Harrison sat quietly, hoping her response wouldn’t hurt him too much. But she didn’t respond. They both looked at her to see the small lines of mascara running down her face as she hung her keys up by the door. 

Both of the boys called her name as she headed for her room. She prayed that they would leave her be, that they would just shrug it off and go back to their stupid conversations, but the worry grew in both of them. They worried what could have happened on the date with Kyle that could have gotten this kind of reaction out of her. They both got up from the couch, rushing down the hall to her. Harrison got to her first, grabbing her wrist before she could close the door in their face. 

“Hey, love, what happened.”

She jerked her hand away from him, growling at him not to touch her. Both of the boys looked at her in shock. She never acted like this towards them. Even when she was upset with other people, she never took it out on them. Their minds were racing as to what could have broken her nice exterior. 

“What did he do?” Harrison asked, receiving a scoff from her. 

“Believe it or not, he was a perfect gentleman. Even brought me flowers, even though I was just, you know, whoring myself out to him,” she spat, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. 

Her words rang through Harrison’s head, instantly sending a rush of guilt through him. She went to slam her bedroom door, but Tom stopped it from closing.

“What are you talking about?”

“You butt dialed me, Holland.”

He cursed under his breath, trying to vouch for Harrison immediately, telling her he didn’t mean it, but she didn’t want to hear it. She should have known Tom would be on Harrison’s side. 

“Tom, please shut up. I just…. I’m going to go spend the night at Allison’s. I’ll let you know if I’m coming back.”

Her coworker Allison had spent the night with her after countless heartbreaks, so it was only natural for her to go there to avoid the boys. She had no intention of actually not coming back, she had no idea why she said it, but it made both the boys panic. 

“Y/n, please don’t be ridiculous,” Tom begged, praying that Harrison would take over any second and try to make his mistake better. 

“I really don’t think I’m being ridiculous, Thomas. Your best mate just called me a whore. I think I have every right to be upset.”

“Y/n….” Harrison began.

“No, I don’t want to hear any more from you. I think you’ve said enough.”

“Please, I-I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Harrison, believe it or not, we can’t go back in time, so don’t try to reverse what you said. You said it, you’re gonna deal with the consequences.”

Tears were streaming freely down her face at that point, but her voice never faltered. She grabbed a bag from her closet and began to throw items in it so she could leave. Tom left the room, giving Harrison a stern look on the way out. 

“Y/n, please, stop packing.”

“You know, you were so worried about Kyle hurting me tonight. Really made me feel like you cared about me. You really got me fooled there. It’s like poetic justice that you were the jerk to hurt me in the end.”

Her words cut him, but he knew he was deserving. What he said was terrible, and he regretted it. He could be a real idiot at times. But there was no way he was going to give up on her. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Your intentions didn’t matter. Just because you didn’t want me to hear what you were saying doesn’t make it ok. You still fucking hurt me.”

“I didn’t mean it how I said it though.”

He expected her to spit another hurtful line at him, but her silence was somehow more painful. 

“I-I’m sorry. But in my defense, you were going out with a complete dick. He didn’t deserve you, and I just don’t fucking understand why you would go out with him.”

He hated himself for defending his insult, but the words were falling from his mouth and he couldn’t stop himself. 

“I mean you knew he was a prick, you complain about him all the time, but here you were suddenly defending him. Even after how he’s treated you, it just makes no fucking sense.”

As his temper grew, she stopped packing, just stood staring at the wall. He could see her holding her words back from him, physically straining from the pain of keeping the tidal wave of hurt inside. It took all of her to reserve her words. 

“Well why the fuck did you go out with him anyway?”

“Because he asked!” She exploded, finally filling her angry silence. 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean… no one else was asking. And I’m not getting any younger. And according to my mother, an asshole is better than nothing. So, I’m sorry that he didn’t meet your standards, but I was doing what I thought was best for my future.”

“You thought you had a future with him?” he scoffed. The question came out as cruel, but that wasn’t his intent. He just couldn’t say anything right. She didn’t make an effort to hide her offense as she began to pack the bag again. 

“No, fuck, I didn’t mean it like that,” he reached out and grabbed her arm, hoping she wouldn’t jerk away, “I just meant… well he’s not good enough for you. The guys a dick.”

“So are you,” she whispered, making him chuckle sadly. 

“I’m a fucking idiot.”

Her heart was swelling with too many emotions, both positive and negative. Her head was anything but clear and everything felt overwhelming. She sighed and rested her back on the wall previously in front of her. She slid down, resting her forehead on her knees, trying her best to not scream to her hearts content. She just wanted to not feel anything for a minute. She wanted to put all emotions aside and just figure out what she was supposed to do. Harrison had just called her something she found unforgivable, but here she was, feeling the crush just as much as usual.

His heart broke as she dropped down to the ground, hugging her knees to her chest. Her sniffles echoed in his ears, amplifying the guilt he felt. Of course he didn’t mean what he said. He had never viewed her as anything less than perfect, but his jealousy got the best of him. It made him say stupid things on multiple occasions, but this was the worst he had done, the worst he had felt.  

He cautiously kneeled down next to her, resting his hand on her shoulder. If she had pulled away from him, he wouldn’t have tried to touch her again, but he wanted to comfort her. She welcomed the touch, but she didn’t look up at him. 

“Love, you need to believe that I didn’t mean what I said. I was being a div. I am so sorry. Please, tell me what I can do to make it better.”

She finally looked up at him. 

“If you didn’t mean it, why would you say it?”

They looked into each other’s eyes, a tension building between them. This time it wasn’t angry or hostile, just curiosity and nerves. 

“I-I don’t know.”

“Harrison, I know you wouldn’t say something like that just because. There was something behind it. I just… I don’t know if I can forgive you for that.” 

And he understood. He wanted to beg, but it wasn’t getting him anywhere, so he decided to give it up. The guilt finally consumed him and tears began to stream down his face. He never imagined that he could hurt her to the point of no return. Of course he wanted her. He wanted to tell her that he was just jealous, although that was no excuse. But he couldn’t. So he decided that letting her be angry at him was deserved, and that he was going to accept his consequence. 

He watched as she got up and packed a few more things into her bag. Her eyes looked vacant went she turned and glanced at him on her floor, before passing him and closing the front door. 

A/N: My sorry ass couldn’t leave it like this, so keep an eye out for part two, coming to a theatre near you

Taglist:  @smilexcaptainx @castawayparker @rose-marys-love @chonisberonica @5sos-wdw @chloe-geoghegan1 @spiderlingsweb @johnsambrosemcclaren

[saintlavrents]

Why [h.o]

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warning(s): Illness mention, angst

Prompt: “I loved you.” from petalparker and suncitydanvers’ writing challenge // Post Break-up Kiss from Kat‘s 5k writing challenge

Summary: She left and came back.

Words: 1,201

A/N: lol im back with another thing n im sorry if this sucks. english is not my first language so pls bare with me and i havent written anything in months lol and congrats to @suncitydanvers @petalparker @h-osterfield for hitting the milestone! and happy early birthday to kat! 

Y/N had been standing there for the past ten minutes, pacing back and forth. She had been standing in front of the apartment door contemplating whether to knock or leave, but the longer she stood outside, the more nervous she felt. She had reached out her hands a couple times to knock but was quick to retract it as the thought of seeing him again puts a heavy feeling in her heart and a lump in her throat. She didn’t want to see him, but she knew she needed to.

After much more time, she finally gathered up the courage to knock, so she did. Once, twice, thrice. She heard a muffled ‘In a minute!’ from behind the door, the sound of his voice made her heart pound even more.

He was just out of the shower and was currently dressing himself. He placed the towel on his head before ruffling his hair with it, in an attempt to dry it. His left hand was still focused on drying his hair when he decided to swing the door open with his right. He froze.

“Hi.” Y/N stood there before him. She didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do, so that was all that could come out of her mouth.

To say that he was surprised was an understatement. She was the last person he’d expect to see at eight in the morning on a Saturday.

He tried his best to keep his composure calm before responding, “Y/N.” His tone was flat and short. “What do you want?” It sounded harsh, but fitting.

“Can I come in?”

He hesitated for a split second before deciding to open the door wider for her to enter and shutting it behind her. Y/N glanced over at the place, noticing how much it changed and how it was definitely messier than it used to be.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Harrison asked again with a sigh, running his hands through his hair before taking a seat on the couch.

“I came to talk.” She responded, walking over towards the couch before settling herself on it, minding a small distance between them.

He scoffed and turned to her, “It’s been two years, Y/N. Why now?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“For what, Y/N?” He sighed once more.

“For… Everything.”

“So, it was all a lie, yeah?”

“No, H. I-”

He cut her off and snapped as all the pain from that night came crashing in, “No, Y/N, you don’t get to make excuses now.”

It was the day of their two-year anniversary and he had everything planned for the day. He’d plan to take her to dinner and propose to her. He came back early that day, expecting to see her there all dressed up and ready for dinner.

“I’m home!” He said with a huge grin on his face, which then falters as he sees her there on the couch with her suitcase.

“Wha- Y/N? What’s going on?” A confused expression took over his face.

“Haz, we need to talk.” She said as she stood from the couch.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

“I- I have to go, Haz.”

“Where?”

She swallowed, “I- I can’t tell you. I’m sorry, H.” She took the handle of her suitcase in her hand before dragging it across the room. She stopped right by the door and turned to him.

“I love you, Haz. But I’m sorry.” Those were the last words she said to him before she left the apartment and boarded her flight.

He stood there, by the door, frozen. What the hell just happened? Did he just get his heart broken by her? Who he was so sure was the one?

She let out a sigh, “Look, I came here to make amends with you and clearly, you’re not interested. So, I’m just gonna go.” She said as she stood up from the couch and started to make her way towards the door.

He caught her hand in his, “No, wait. I’m sorry. It’s just..” He stood up and paused for a short moment before continuing, “I loved you. And you just… left.”

“I’m sorry, H. I really am. But I had to leave that night.”

“Why, Y/N?” He looked at her, as if looking for the answer on her face. “We were fine. No, we were more than fine. Everything was great. What happened, Y/N?” She shook her head, she couldn’t tell him just yet.

“That night, the night you left. We had plans, remember?” He looked at his hands, which were still holding her wrist, before continuing, “I wanted to propose to you that night.”

Her heart stopped at his words, her mouth felt dry. “Wha- What?”

“I know you’re the one I wanted forever with.”

“You were too, H. But I just can’t.” She shook her head again whilst pulling her wrist out of his grasp.

“You fell out of love, didn’t you?”

“No, Haz. I never stopped loving you.”

“Then why? Why’d you leave?”

“I- I’m sorry.” She turned away from him and started to walk towards the door. He caught her hand in his once more and stopped her from walking any closer to the door.

“Dammit, Y/N. Stop walking away from me.” He said frustratedly. She turned to face him, now the tears falling out of her eyes.

“I can’t, H. I just can’t.” She said shaking her head. “I can’t let you g-“ He cut her off by kissing her, and was taken aback when she kissed him back.

He pulled away, “I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have done that. I just missed you. So much.”

“Goodbye, Harrison.” She pulled her hand out of his grasp and walked out the door, leaving him standing there, where he stood the last time she left. He felt paralyzed once more.

She slid her back down the wall right next to the apartment door, now her tears flowing out uncontrollably. Seeing him again brought back all the feelings she once had and still has for him. And seeing him again made her realize that she wasn’t ready to let him go.

And she didn’t have the heart to tell him that she’s running out of time.

She was crying when she boarded the plane. She had gone for a checkup a few months prior and her results came three days after it. She had to pretend like everything was fine when it wasn’t. And then she just couldn’t pretend any longer, so she booked a flight back home, as she figured it would be best to leave him before it all goes badly.

Her heart broke upon seeing that hurt look she saw on him when she said goodbye and she couldn’t shake the image of it out of her head. She felt bad for leaving so abruptly. But the doctor advised her to get her treatments for the tumor as soon as possible. So, she thought that it might be best for her to do it back home, away from him. She wanted to keep it all from him. She couldn’t stand the thought of him having to deal with her withering away each day.

And that was why she had to go.

[definitely-not-black-cat]

I Was Wrong

This is for @h-osterfield 5k writing challenge. Congrats hon!!! I hope you like it!!

Warnings - Slight angst, very poorly written enemies to lovers

Word Count - 3081 (longest I’ve ever written)

“Come on, it’s just one party. Besides, you have been moping around your apartment for like a week. You need to get out of the house and stop thinking about him so much.” Your best friend, Tom encouraged, sighing when you started to shake your head in denial.

“I told you, I’m not going. I’m not ready.”

“You ARE ready, Y/N, you know you are. You can’t just sit here and mope over Lucas all the time. It’s time to move on, lord knows he has.” He seemed afraid to approach the topic, and with good reason.

    Lucas. He had been your boyfriend for almost a year before breaking up with you, claiming the relationship was getting “too serious” for him. What did that even mean? And why did he decide nine months after being officially exclusive with you, AND being the first to say I love you, that it was suddenly “too serious”? You didn’t know, and even though the break up had happened a little over a week ago, you still felt the dull ache, or was it a weight, in your chest, anchoring you to your bed. Tom had been by just about every single day to check up on and take care of you, but you felt like you were never going to be happy again. It hurt, and Tom understood, but he was tired of watching you feel sorry for yourself, deciding that you needed to do something to get your mind off of it. But, as Tom expected, you weren’t going to agree easily. Luckily, he was prepared to argue with you all night if that’s what it took.

“Will Harrison be there?” You asked after a few moments of silence. Tom pressed his lips into a thin line, trying desperately to avoid your burning, accusatory gaze. You raised your eyebrows, in no mood to play games with him when he sighed, nodding his head. “Then I’m definitely not going.”

    Harrison. He had been the bane of your very existence for as long as you could remember. He had started out okay enough, but as more time went on, you began to see him for the cocky, arrogant, and ignorant person he was. This, of course, confused both Haz and Tom, because he had never done anything directly to you, except flirt unashamedly here and there. Tom tried to change your mind insisting that he “wasn’t that bad” and that he was “a really great guy, once you get to know him”, but you weren’t buying it. You knew that someone didn’t have to do bad things to you directly to be a bad person. Harrison was only concerned with one person. Himself. And you, being the selfless, loving person you were, despised him for it.

    Sure, sometimes being so selfless lead to your own pain in the long run. It was bound to happen a time or two in a world full of people like Harrison. And maybe, in truth, your issue wasn’t really with Harrison at all, but more with his type. The type of person who would hurt others just for their own personal gain. The type who doesn’t care who they have to hurt in their climb to the top. The type that reminded you of Lucas and pretty much all of your other exs. In fact, when you stopped to think about it, you never really understood why Tom was friends with him at all.

“Y/N!” Tom shouted, shaking your shoulder and pulling you from your thoughts. He laughed lightly at you as you blinked a few times, coming back to the conversation at hand.

“You know how I feel about Harrison. I put up with him when I have to, because I love you, but this doesn’t exactly seem like a ‘have to’ situation, Tom.” You scowled, groaning in frustration, when you realized that he wasn’t going to let it go.

“Y/N, you probably won’t even see him. I’m not taking no for an answer, now go get ready, and let’s go.”

    He left you in your room, and you sighed, knowing that there was no way you were going to win this fight. Finally giving in, you quickly pulled on a pair of black tattered jeans and a deep V-neck white halter top that rested just above your belly button. Immediately after changing, you put your hair into a loose bun on top of your head, pulling a few strands to frame your face, and quickly did your make up as Tom started to ask when you thought you’d be ready. You’d called out that’d you’d be five minutes and you could hear him laugh as you swiped on a second layer of mascara before stepping out of the bathroom and meeting Tom in the hallway. You held your arms out, asking for approval before twirling to show him your full outfit. With a warm smile, he nodded before grabbing his keys and closing the door to your apartment, allowing you to lock it.

    The drive over was practically silent and filled with uneasy nerves. You were biting your nails, a bad habit you’d developed when you were young, and Tom sighed at you before pulling your fingers from between your teeth, followed by a pointed look that dared you to try it again. You huffed at him in frustration before you realized he had stopped and parked the car, causing you to hold your breath with anxiety. Tom laughed lightly, crossing in front of the car to open your door for you, offering his arm, which you took with a grateful, but incredibly nervous smile. In an act of reassurance, he patted your hand comfortingly before pulling you into the host’s house.

    Music was pouring through the rooms and people were jumping and grinding on each other as well as cheering and talking loudly over the music. If you paid attention, you could probably eavesdrop on just about anyone’s conversations around you, but decided to allow Tom to pull you into the kitchen where there was at least two opened boxes of every beer brand you could possibly think of. Tom set the case of beer he brought down on the counter, opening the fridge and grabbing two of his favorite beers, pulling the top off of both before handing one to you. You scrunch your nose in distaste at his gesture, causing him to laugh loudly.

“There isn’t much else to drink, love. You and I both know that once you’ve had enough you won’t care anymore.” He leaned closer to you, trying to avoid yelling too much before offering you the beer once more. You thought it over, weighing the pros and cons in your head before taking the beer from him, putting the neck of the bottle to your lips and choking a few sips down, making a face at the bitter taste in the process. Tom chuckled again, leading you both out into the living room where you danced together for a little while.

    A few beers in, honestly you’d lost count, and you were feeling pretty good. You had been hanging out with a couple of friends Tom and you shared, surprising yourself by genuinely enjoying the night. You hadn’t seen Harrison the entire time you’d been there, and you hadn’t thought about Lucas once. That was, of course, until he walked in with some brunette tucked comfortably under his arm. Tom was nowhere in sight, as he had taken off about an hour ago to catch up with a few friends. He’d promised he’d be back soon, but how could he have known that your ex would show up at this party with another girl on his arm? You inhaled sharply, excusing yourself from the conversation you were currently in to head into the kitchen where hopefully you wouldn’t see Lucas anymore. Your luck just kept getting better though, when you found Harrison leaned up against the counter, scrolling through something on his phone. You huffed in agitation, crossing to the fridge to grab another beer, hoping he wouldn’t notice you, but, of course, you couldn’t have been that lucky.

“Y/N?” He called you and you groaned, turning from the fridge and facing him. As much as you disliked him, you had to admit, Harrison was very attractive. He had crystal blue eyes, and perfectly quiffed dirty blond hair. He could have any girl in the world wrapped around his fingers in mere seconds if he wanted, and you were convinced that if he tried hard enough, that would include you, too.

“Please leave me alone, Harrison. You’re not my favorite person today.” You grumbled, trying desperately to open the beer in your hands, but the deep grooves on the lid kept pressing too deeply into your hands. You whimpered a little as you noticed red slashes across your palm. Apparently, Harrison noticed too, because while maintaining eye contact with you, he pushed himself off the counter, crossing the kitchen to you. He carefully took the beer from your hand and opened it before handing it back to you. You mumbled a thank you and he nodded in response.

“I’m not your favorite person on any day, darling. Not that I’m sure why, as I’ve never done anything to make you dislike me. What’s wrong?” He asked softly, easily noticing the sad expression on your face. You grimaced in response.

“Like you care.”

“I actually do, Y/N. What happened? Should I go get Tom?”

“It’s Lucas.” You sighed, unsure why you felt the sudden urge to tell him what had caused you to be upset. Maybe it was all the beer you’d had to drink. You weren’t sure. Nevertheless, you avoided his beautiful eyes, taking a long drink of beer before Harrison gently pulled the bottle from your lips. His eyebrows furrowed with concern and you sighed again.

“Your boyfriend?” The confusion was easily readable on his face. Had he always looked that cute? You shook your head violently, reminding yourself who you were talking to.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. Harrison scrambled to mumble out an embarrassed apology before you cut him off. “He broke up with me like a week ago. He said it was getting ‘too serious’. Anyway, he’s here with another girl. I got upset when I saw them, and so…” You trailed off, gesturing vaguely to the beer in your hand. Haz nodded in understanding, and you could tell he was trying to think of something to say to comfort you.

“You want to give him a taste of his own medicine?” He asked after what felt like an eternity of uncomfortable silence.

“What?”

“We could uh-” He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck and if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost say that you could see a hint of blush lightly kissing his cheeks. You raised your eyebrows impatiently, encouraging him to continue. “We could try to make him jealous. Y-you and me. If you want to, of course.”

“Harrison, in case you’ve forgotten, we hate each other.” You growled, narrowing your eyes. How dare he even ask you that.

“Actually, princess,” Harrison cleared his throat, something Tom said he did when he was nervous, kind of like you biting your nails, “It’s you who hates me, remember? I’ve no reason to hate you, and I’ve spent the last four years trying to give you space and figure out why you hate me so much. I don’t know what I ever did to you, Y/N, but I’m really sorry for it.”

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, trying to ignore the guilt that twisted in your stomach at his comments. He beamed at you, taking your hand and leading you out to the living room where the music was the loudest. He scanned the crowd for who you could only assume was Lucas before leaning over to talk in your ear.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, pulling back to see an incredulous look on your face. What kind of question was that? Of COURSE you didn’t trust him, you barely even tolerated him. Haz rolled his eyes at your expression. “Do you trust Tom?”

“What does Tom have to do with this?”

“Would he let me do anything to hurt you?” He countered and you shrunk a little bit in your spot. It was something that had never crossed your mind before. You thought the world of Tom, and you’d spent so much time wondering how the hell he could be friends with someone like Harrison, that you never stopped to think that there HAD to be some kind of redeeming quality in Haz that Tom could see, even if you couldn’t. You knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Tom would never let Harrison do anything to hurt you, and for the first time ever, you weren’t so sure that he would ever do anything to hurt you in the first place.

    Dazed and riddled with more guilt, you shook your head no in response to his question, causing him to give you a small smile. He reached out to you, and as if you were in some sort of trance, you actually stepped closer to him when he gently put his hands on your waist. The two of you began to dance to the music that was playing, a smile growing gradually on each of your faces as your bodies began to move in sync with each other. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Harrison’s charm finally wearing you down, but you find yourself actually having a great time with him. You notice his gaze scan the group of people around you a few times, smirking and whipping you both around so that you can see Lucas’s eyes trained on you, and you recognized the jealousy his expression held. You smirked back at Haz, causing him to chuckle a little bit, turning you so that you both could see him clearly from the corners of your eyes.

“You ready to sell it?” He asked a little breathlessly, and you laughed.

“How are we going to do that?”

“Do you trust me yet?” He asked, pulling away to rest his forehead on yours, looking deep into your eyes for any signs of hesitation. You nodded your head, not even needing to think about it anymore.

    Harrison nodded with you, clearing his throat again, and you wondered what he could be nervous about. He gripped you hip tightly, glancing one last time at Lucas to make sure he was watching, before cupping your cheek with his other hand and pulling you into him. Your lips crashed together and your eyes widened in shock. But, what surprised you more was that you were kissing him back. Harrison Osterfield, the bane of your existence was kissing you, and you weren’t completely hating it. He slipped his tongue along your bottom lip, and you moaned gently in response. Harrison pulled away quickly, eyes frantically searching your face for any indication that he had just heard you properly. You bit your lip shyly, looking at the ground and feeling blush burn your cheeks.

“Did you just-”

“Do you want to question it, or do you want to keep kissing me?” You interrupted, feeling a sudden surge of confidence wash through you.

“I-I want to k-keep kissing you.” He stammered out, causing you to giggle before grabbing two fists full of his shirt, bringing his lips back to yours. You felt him swipe his tongue along your bottom lip again, and this time, you parted you lips to let him in. Sparks of electricity shot through you as your tongue rolled in sync with his and suddenly you couldn’t remember why you hated him so much in the first place. Haz pulled away again, a smirk sitting comfortably on his face, and you rolled your eyes.

“Why did you do all of this?” You couldn’t help but ask, and maybe you shouldn't have. Maybe you should have learned to just live in the moment, but the curiosity was eating you alive. You couldn’t think of a single nice thing you had ever done for Harrison, so why was he being so nice to you?

“I have to be honest, I didn’t completely do it for you. Of course, I wanted to help you, but you’re just so gorgeous, and you hated me, and I didn’t know how else to talk to you. I saw a chance and I took it.” He admitted sheepishly, ducking his head. “I get it if you hate me more now.”

“Actually, Harrison,” You beamed, moving your hands from his shoulders into his hair. You made a fist in the curls that sat at the nape of his neck and he closed his eyes with a light grunt “I have never hated you less than I do right now.”

“Is that supposed to be a good thing?” He asked breathlessly, tongue swiping across his swollen bottom lip. You opened your mouth to respond when Tom walked up to the two of you, looking a little concerned.

“Are you okay? I heard Lucas is here.” He huffed, running a stressed hand through his hair, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he would be here. If I had known I never would have-”

“Tom, it’s okay.” You interrupted him hastily, “Harrison kept me busy.” You bit your lip cheekily, glancing to Haz who laughed gently before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wait. You two spent time together and she didn’t kill you? What’s going on here?” Tom wanted to know, pointing at you with an accusatory glare. Harrison sent you an unsure look, immediately coming to your defense.

“It was noth-”

“Hopefully,” You interrupted, smiling warmly at Harrison before turning to Tom, “the start of something beautiful. Right Harrison?” You leaned towards him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. This kiss was different than the others, instead of being rushed and intense, it was sweet and dare you say, romantic. Harrison laughed gently, kissing your forehead after pulling away, linking his fingers with yours.

“It’s about damn time you two! Now let’s go home and watch Netflix or something.” Tom offered, leading the way out of the party and towards the car. Call it a hunch, but you knew things were going to be different between Harrison and you from now on.

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[grussell63]

Kat’s 5K Writing Challenge

Hey Hey! Uh, yeah so I never thought I needed to make this post, but guess who’s starting into 2019 with another milestone reached? I honestly don’t understand why you’re following me, because the reason is definitely not my 3am shitposting.

You’re all amazing and I literally love every single one of you! 

To celebrate I decided to host a writing challenge! (Yay. Omg, you’re so original, Kat, how do you come up with all your ideas?) 

I have planned this way before I decided to do the One Direction Writing Challenge, so yeah, I’ll be hosting the two now because I really wanted to do this one lol.

So yeah, if this flops, it never happened, but I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! I love you. 💕

Rules and prompts below the cut! (Masterlist can be found in my Masterlist)

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me but it would be really cool if you did.

Send me an ask with the prompt/au/kiss you’d like to use, with who you’d like to write it with. I will cross them out on this post as I receive them.

2 people per prompt (If you ask nicely I’ll of course say yes although it’s already full)

You can of course use the AU’s for the prompts as well if you want to! 

You can write for any mcu character, their actors and actresses and additionally of course our two loves Harrison Osterfield and Harry Holland. (If you want to write for anyone else, just shoot me a quick ask.)

It can be an imagine, a multiple parts one shot, a Chapter of a series or whatever you want to call it.

Smut must visibly be tagged as Smut! Please only write smut if you and the character/actor are 18! 

Please add any warnings before the story and tag them accordingly.

Please do not cross tag! (For real, don’t do it, fam!!!)

Please add a read more link for longer fics (if you’re on mobile you can add [[*MORE*]] on a new line without the * and it should work)

Add an author’s note at the beginning tagging me and use the tag #hosterfields5kwc.

The official end date will be the 2nd April 2019 (maaa birthdayyy yay)

If I somehow miss your entry message me! Please! Tumblr is a bitch!

I’ll make a seperate masterlist for it and reblog your fics/imagines!

Reblog to spread the word! (Please.)

There will be 3 categories of prompts; AU’s, Dialogue Prompts and Kissing Prompts.

AU’s

Roommate AU

Neighbors AU

Soulmate AU

Fuckboy AU

College AU

Friends to Lovers AU - @afterglowparker w/ Peter Parker

Enemies to Lovers AU - @stuckonspidey w/ Harrison

Bachelor AU (Little throwback to Yellow Roses, aye?)

CEO AU

Dialogue Prompts

“I hate you.” - “Why? I’m lovely.” - @starsholland w/ ?

“You’re not my favourite person today.” - “I’m not your favourite person on any day.” - @summernykole w/ Harrison 

“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” - “Not really, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” - @sincerelymlg w/ Bucky ; @thebrightfaerie w/ Harrison

“It’s only stupid if it doesn’t work.”

“I’m sorry I called you stupid, I thought you already knew.”

“You said you wanted my honest opinion, and there you have it. You’re a dumbass.” - @wazzupmrstark w/ Harrison ; @uglypastels w/ Tom

“You’re questioning my methods?” - “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” - @queenoflostspirits w/ Peter Parker ; @gab-spidey w/ Peter Parker 

“Every little thing you do, makes me want to hold you forever and never let go.” - @hollandarling w/ Tom

“Why are you wearing that? Oh no, you need to go and change.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.” - @noir-spiderr w/ Harrison ; @moonstruckholland w/ Peter Parker

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” - @somethingtoavenge w/ Tom ; @tinylouplusharry w/ Tom

“I heard that!” - “You were supposed to!”  - @spideymood w/ Harrison ; @marvelingnewt w/ ? 

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.” - @calum-hoodwinked-me w/ Harrison

“Do you treat all your hookups like this?” - @littlemissegg w/ Harrison 

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” - @ijustreallylovezebras w/ Tom

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” - @spiderboytotherescue w/ Tom ; @redhoodparker-writes w/ Harry Holland

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” - @traveller-lover-dreamer w/ Tom ; @spidey-caps w/ Harrison Osterfield

“We need to understand that we did love each other but that wasn’t enough.” - @peppermintxparker w/ Peter Parker

“Sometimes it’s easier to let go.” - @dystopian-parker w/ CEO!Tom

“I don’t know you anymore.” - “You never did.” - @dayanacvm w/ Eddie Brock ; @zanespark w/ Tom Holland

“I love you.” - “You have an interesting way of showing it.” - @naturallytom w/ Tom ; @captinloki w/ Chris Evans

“I came back for you.” - “What an extraordinary waste of your time.” 

“We can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.” - @faefictions w/ Harrison

“We were doomed from the beginning.” - @spideyshcllands w/ Tom

Kisses

A kiss in the rain.

A kiss in the shower.

A kiss under the stars. - @fratboievans w/ Peter Parker 

A kiss after missing each other.

A kiss after confessing feelings. - @peter-man-parker w/ Harry ; @sidehowriting w/ Steve

A kiss full of lust

A morning kiss - @thothollandd w/ Tom

First kiss - @spideypeach w/ Peter Parker ; @rainbow-marvel w/ Peter Parker

Post break-up kiss - @saintlavrents w/ Harrison 

Forehead kiss - @lancsnerd w/ Thor

“I thought I lost you”-Kiss - @petersshirts w/ Bucky ; @softspideyboy w/ Peter Parker 

The first public kiss - @thequeensardine w/ Tom 

I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! ❤️

Tagging a few lovely people who might help me spread the word and are down to participate: @cosmetologynerd @starksparker @noir-spiderr @dtftomholland @spiderboytotherescue @hollandroos @spxderbarnes @harryrholland @madmadmilk @queenoflostspirits @hazownsmyass @haz-thetics @urbanhaz @uglypastels @moonkissedtom @shawnh0lland @fratboievans @the-claire-bitch-project @petersshirts @sincerelymlg @peppermintxparker @thelazypangolin @traveller-lover-dreamer @tomhaz @rainbow-marvel @moonkissedtom @zendayacolemen @avvengres

[sunrisespidey]

doomed | t.h

pairing: mob!tom holland x reader

summary: you would’ve never worked out, you knew it all along. 

word count: 668 because apparently i have an inability to make my fics longer?

a/n: this is for @h-osterfield‘s 5k writing challenge! congratulations on 5000 followers, kat!! 

warnings: mentions a gun, sad tom and my shitty unedited writing! maybe swears idk

masterlist ♡

He was too good for you.

You sat in your large bed, wide awake, while Tom slept soundly with his head propped up in your lap. You sighed as you ran your fingers gently through Tom’s mop of brown curls, mind racing with troubled thoughts. Tom, as though sensing your agitated state, blearily blinked awake.

“Darling?” Tom murmured sleepily, sitting up. “What’s the matter, love?”

“Nothing, Tommy,” you lied, “just thinking, go back to sleep.”

Tom hummed, laying back down and pulling you into his warm arms. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, placing a kiss on his exposed collarbone. His arms came to wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

You exhaled, heartbroken that this would be the last time you ever felt so safe — so loved. “I love you, Tom,” you whispered, “so much.”

Tom pulled back to look at you, eyebrows furrowed in a way that made you want to hold him tight and never let go. He was a mob boss — one of the most powerful in London, looking like a lost puppy in your arms. How could you ever leave?

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Tom asked again, his chocolate brown eyes staring back at you inquisitively.

“Yeah, yeah. I—” you cut off, voice breaking in a pitiful sob. “I’ll miss you.”

Tom stared at you, confused. “Love, I’ll only be heading to work. I mean, I can take a day off if that’s what you—”

“No, no, Tom, it’s alright.” You chuckled. “I'm just dramatic.”

His lips upturned in a small smile. “As you are, baby. Now sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He wasn’t. In his place, however, was a note that apologized for his absence and promised to return as soon as the business was solved. You dried your tears, determined to be gone before he got back. This was for the best, right?

Tears steadily made their way down your face as you haphazardly stuffed your suitcase full of your belongings. You were so caught up in your head that you failed to hear the footsteps entering the room.

“Hey, love! I’m back—”

At the sound of Tom’s cheerful voice, you whipped your head around and stumbled back, attempting to hide the suitcase with your body.

“What’s going on?” Tom questioned, “Where are you going?”

Your heart broke at the shattered look on Tom’s face. “I—Away, Tom.”

Tom was quick to head into the closet to pull out another suitcase. “Alright, love, give me a few, and I’ll be ready.”

“No,” you started, “you aren’t coming with me, Tom. I’m leaving.”

Tom’s face fell as he registered your words, his heart shattering. “No.”

“No. Please, please, y/n,” he stammered. “Whatever it is, I can change. Please don’t leave me, baby.”

You shook your head, wiping at the seemingly endless tears that found its way down your cheek. “Tom, it’s not—”

“If it’s the mob, I can leave. I’ll leave for you, y/n, please,” Tom's hand pulled the firearm out of his pocket, tossing it to the side and falling to his knees in front of you. “I can change, whatever it is. I—I’ll quit, I’ll stop drinking, we can even move out of London if that’s what you want.”

You shook your head again, cutting off Tom’s rambles. “Tom, baby, look at me,” your hands found their way to his tear-stained cheeks, and your heart broke. You had never seen him cry before. “We were doomed from the beginning. Don’t you see, Tom? You, London’s most dangerous mobster, and me, some insignificant college student. It doesn’t work, love.”

Tom’s head jerked in frantic disagreement. “No. We can make this work, darling. Please. Please don’t leave me.” Tom broke, his distressed rambles fading into a whisper. “Please.”

“I will always love you, Tom,” you breathed, sniffling quietly. “Never forget that.”

And with that, you left, leaving Tom kneeling on the floor of your bedroom with nothing but an ended relationship and a shattered heart.

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[paperjngs]

close as strangers.

prompt; “I don’t know you anymore.” “You never did.”

A/N: Okay, so this is the first prompt I’m doing? I have always enjoyed writing and wanted to start my writings on Tumblr but never knew how until now. Thank you @h-osterfield for hosting this writing challenge, it is the very reason why I feel comfortable enough to post my very first one-shot. I was thinking about making a part two because I ended it before wanting to add what I had in mind. Without further ado, here it is.

warning; a lot of angst, sadness, drinking, partying.

part two part three

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You could feel the music pulse through your entire body, it carelessly moving to the beat. You could feel a smile rise as the bodies against you react in the same way on the dance floor. The alcohol that was coursing through your veins made it easier, giggling your way throughout the night. It was the reason why you continued this for the past few months. It was the only stress-free activity you could think of. And it was working.

As you danced, you grew thirsty. You made your way to the bar to order another drink and as you wait, you glance around the place. Maybe you would catch an eye from a handsome guy and he would take you home for a fun night. But the only eyes you caught were a pair of bright blue eyes, shock filling in them. The sandy blonde, the blue eyes belonged to, hit the guy right next to him and even though the guy was facing away from you, you knew by the brown curly locks just who it was.

You could feel your eyes mirror the same expression shown across the sandy blonde’s face as your stomach clenches, making itself known to you and making the giggly feeling you had on the dance floor wilt. You turn your head away just in time, not really letting yourself see the face of the person you used to know. You could feel your heart begin to race to the beat of the music which didn’t help, mimicking the way a panic attack felt like, but you ignored it. What did help was the drink that was placed right in front of you, you smile at the bartender before you down the shot.

The anxious rumbling in the pit of your stomach simmered down for a second, smiling to yourself, you decide to make your way to the dance floor again. Knowing fully, it will make you forget who was currently here, there was a chance he didn’t see you and all you wanted to do was enjoy your night. Your hips follow the beat of the music once again and you almost forget about what was making you so nervous.

It wasn’t until a presence came from behind, landing his hand on your hips making you turn around. A smirk swimming across your face as you meet the eyes of an attractive male in which you didn’t know. But you could care less, just another mindless distraction. You link your fingers through his as he grinds on you from behind. It wasn’t long before you felt him pull away. In confusion, you turn around right as the familiar curly head you were trying to avoid, connects his fist with the random guys' face.

You let out a gasp, staring at him, knocked out on the floor before making eye contact with a frustrated Tom Holland. The shock you were feeling couldn’t mask the anger that was conjuring up as you stared into his - once soft - brown eyes. The same ones you used to get lost in. The same ones that would beg you to stay in bed when you had work. The same ones that filled with tears as the owner had to leave for a year and thought it was best to break things off between the two of you guys.

Recalling the last time you saw him, the anger only builds up, even more, making you shake your head at him before storming towards to the exit. Once outside, you could feel the cool breeze that leaked through the London air. It was in that moment that you realized that the drunken state you were in, the amazing feeling you had felt back in the club, vanished as if it never happened. And he was all to blame. You roll your eyes at the thought of him and start walking home. But before you could even get a block down the street, you could hear your name being called.

You ignored it, recognizing the sound of his voice and not wanting to hear a single word he had prepared for you. But it wasn’t long before he caught up to you, spinning you around to face him, only for you to recoil your hand back, his face sinking, becoming sad.

“What’s wrong?” He asks before following you as you started to walk away from him.

“What do you mean? You punched the guy I was going to take home,” He scoffs, before turning you around once again. “Can you stop doing that?” You say, growing annoyed.

“No, I mean, you have been hostile towards me ever since the break-up,” He says, ignoring your previous demand. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say before walking away but this time faster. Tom had caught up in no time, no matter how hard you try to outrun him, he will always be faster, another thing you hated about Tom. How incredibly fit he was.

“But I am going to worry about it, ever since I saw you last, you’re different, you’re-” It was your turn to spin around to face him, it came as a surprise so he stumbled for a second to make sure he didn’t fall into you.

“I’m, what?” You cross your arms before tilting your head to the side, an evil, hateful look spreading across your face that Tom didn’t recognize and it only made him feel worse. What had happened to the sweet Y/N he knew and loved. This wasn’t her at all and he grew to wonder why.

“You’re distant and hateful. It’s like-,” He pauses, catching his breath for a moment.

You wait for a response, feeling the pang of hurt as he said those words but never broadcasting them for the simple reason being that he didn’t deserve to know that what he was saying was slowly breaking you.

“It’s like I don’t know you anymore.” You nod your head, taking in that strike to your heart, feeling it crumble from the inside, before looking down at the ground, at your feet before looking up back at him.

Your eyes filled with something that Tom hasn’t seen before, an emotion he couldn’t explain and it scared him seeing it in your eyes.

“You never did.” You say, wanting it to be the last of the conversion and knowing that it would be.

You turn around, leaving Tom standing there with a mixture of stunned and hurt sitting on his face. You could feel the guilt in saying that right after you said it, knowing how Tom took the opinions of the people he cared most for too seriously. But you couldn’t help it and with that heart-wrenching look on his face etched in your brain, you don’t think you will ever forget as it had brought you to tears, walking away.

[bigilante]

From now on ⭐ H.O

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

➡ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ for @h-osterfield 's 5k writing challenge with the prompt "Do you treat all your hookups like this?" & Neighbours!AU.

••italics are flashbacks••bold is the prompt••

**keep reading link works once the post is reblogged**

note: was gonna say it's late but no, I'm actually on the deadline so yeah. this is me panicking so is not good, but what else is new around here? // happy birthday btw!!♡

It happened, she had invited him over to her flat, after 'jokingly' flirting back and forth for the past few months. She was head over heels for him but somehow knew or rather, felt, that he just wasn't in for her. But a casual hookup was enough for her to at least try and get him out of her head, that's what the girl told to herself plenty of times but she knew perfectly that it just doesn't work like that.

Last night was crazy, to say the least she was buzzing to have him but something seemed different, it wasn't like her very few hookups. He was gentle, sweet and so careful, taking his time. He had stayed over and she found herself waking up wrapped in a pleasant warmth, a comforting weight over her middle, quiet snores filled her ears.

Slowly and as careful as she could, Y/N wiggled out of his embrace, instantly missing the coziness of his body pressed against hers. Tiptoeing towards the door she took her dressing gown from the hook on the back of the door and wrapped it over her naked body before stepping out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to sort herself out a bit.

The mess of last night's party greeted her once she stepped out of the bathroom, she huffed at the amount of beer bottles scattered all over her living room and kitchen, she could've picked everything up last night when everyone left but her cleaning spread was interrupted by a certain blonde boy with dreamy eyes that started to profusely flirt with her.

"Want a beer?" She asked her long time crush over the music.

"No, I'm good. Thanks." he declined, making her scrunch up her face in confusion, she had seen him stumble to his flat late at night so many times that him not wanting to drink tonight through her off a bit.

"Why's that?" Her brows furrowed.

"A bet. With my little sis." he explained, shrugging, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh I see. Well in that case." she put the beer bottles back in the fridge and got two cans of Sprite out, handing one to the boy "Cheers." she smiled at him opening it and clicking the cans together, before taking a sip.

"You don't have to do that." he chuckled.

"I don't. But I want to. Besides, I can keep everyone on check to make sure they don't wreck my place." the girl shrugged.

"It's also fun to watch people get progressively hammered." he grinned, turning to over look the living space filled with already drunk people.

They had spent the whole night laughing at the silly antics of her guests and having proper conversions instead of just flirting, which was new, but when the party died down and they were the last ones left he started to get a little flirty.

She didn't bother on cleaning right away only because her stomach was viciously grumbling, so she flicked the kettle on to brew some coffee and got started with breakfast.

Harrison felt the usual cold of waking up alone, a feeling he felt too often. Last night immediately replaying in his head and a drowsy, dreamy smile made its way up his face. Slowly opening his eyes he looked around carefully, taking in every detail of the room, just to make sure it was real. A delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee and what seemed to be eggs filled his senses, sitting up on the bed and rubbing the sleep off of his eyes. He scanned the floor for his bottoms, he found them scattered across the room, the boy covered himself before walking out.

He saw her sitting on a stool, leaning against the kitchen island with a steaming mug in her hands and a plate with toast in front of her. Harrison sighed at the sight, a smile tugging at his lips as he approached the kitchen. She was wrapped in a lilac silk dressing gown, her face was makeup free and her hair was a tiny bit messy.

"Morning." he rasped out, catching her attention.

"Morning." she smiled, her gaze lingering on his naked torso "Made you coffee and breakfast." she beamed at him, nodding towards the mug and plate across from her.

"Oh! did you now?" Harrison let out a little chuckle, making her stomach flutter.

"Mmh-hm." The girl nodded, her bottom lips trapped between her teeth.

“Do you treat all your hookups like this?" He questioned, taking a sip of the perfectly done coffee.

She hummed and shook her head no "Just the ones that are my neighbours." she looked up at him as she sipped her coffee.

Harrison's heart drummed faster than it probably should and he felt a warmth run from his neck up to his face "So Dave got this too? Damn, I thought I was special." he joked.

"Ugh, I hate that guy." Y/N rolled her eyes at the mention of their unpleasant neighbour.

"Me too." Harrison said through a mouthful of poached eggs and toast "But really, though. Do you do this for your hookups? Because I wouldn't mind coming over more often." He swallowed and sipped more from his mug.

"I've told you, just the ones that are my neighbours..." She bit the rim of her mug "And have disgustingly beautiful blue eyes." she mumbled, looking away from him.

Harrison was already one of the two pieces of toast down when she said that, he put down his fork and knife to rounded the island spinning the stool where she sar around so he was standing in front of her. He just stood there admiring her then brought his hands up to cup her cheeks "Was this just a hookup? A one time thing?" He asked softly, looking at her straight in the eyes.

"I hope no." she confessed, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth. He ran his thumb over it to make her let go of it before connecting their lips in a sweet kiss taking her breath away. She let go of the mug spilling some of her drink on the counter and wrapped her hands around his wrists. "Your breakfast is getting cold." she whispered against his lips once they pulled apart.

"Mmmh." he nodded and reattached their lips, this time a little more passionate.

"Dave never left my food on the side." she kidded, resting her forehead on his.

"Please tell me you didn't..." Harrison whined, making her chuckle.

"No. I can't stand him." she scrunched up her pretty face in a disgusted manner.

"Good. And for the food... I think I'll have more of it from now on..." he stated, making her wrap her legs around his waist and picked her up from the stool, her arms going around his neck instinctively as he walked them back to the bedroom and kicked the door shut.

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♡ @deleteidentity 🍒 @bringmethehorizonandpizza 🍒

[grussell63]

Masterlist 5k Writing Challenge

Rules and Prompts

Thanks for all your fics and all that, I loved hosting the Writing Challenge and I know I said something about deadline on the 2nd of April, but like .. Fuck deadlines, feel free to take as much time as you want ❤️

Doomed w/ Mob!Tom - @spideyshcllands 

“We were doomed from the beginning.”

Belonging w/ Tom Holland - @somethingtoavenge

“You keep saying we’re friends, but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true”

Hope w/ Bucky Barnes - @petersshirts

“I thought I lost you”-kiss

Battle of the PAs w/ Harrison Osterfield - @stuckonspidey

Enemies to Lovers AU

I Was Wrong w/Harrison Osterfield - @summernykole

Enemies to Lovers AU

“You’re not my favourite person today.” - “I’m not your favourite person on any day.”

Just For Now w/ Tom Holland - @dystopian-parker

CEO AU

“Sometimes it’s easier to let go”

The Siren: act ii w/ Peter Parker - @spideypeach

Siren!OC

First Kiss Prompt

The World is Black w/ Harrison Osterfield - @faefictions

Roommate AU

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

Close as Strangers w/ Tom Holland - @zanespark

“I don’t know you anymore” - “You never did”

Dive w/ Peter Parker - @moonstruckholland 

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do”

Not Friends w/ Tom Holland - @tinylouplusharry 

Roommate AU

”you keep saying that we’re friends, but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

Wanting what you can’t have w/ Thor - @lancsnerd 

Forehead Kiss 

Only a Matter of Time w/ Peter - @afterglowparker

Friends to Lovers AU 

A Shitstorm Kinda Day w/ Harrison - @spidey-caps​

Best Friend + Roommate AU 

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to a total shit storm”

Baking is Easy, Right? w/ Peter - @queenoflostspirits​

Best Friend AU 

OC

“You’re questioning my methods?” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying                       it’s stupid.”

Why w/ Harrison - @saintlavrents​

Post Break-up Kiss 

From Now On w/ Harrison - @littlemissegg​

Neighbour AU

“Do you treat all your hookups like this?”

bonfires and love songs w/ Harrison - @storytimexmendes

“I hate you” - “Why? I’m lovely.” 

You Again? w/ Harrison - @calum-hoodwinked-me 

Enemies to Lovers AU 

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

Meet Me at Midnight w/ Tom - @thequeensardine

First Public Kiss 

Secret of Us w/ Tom - @ijustreallylovezebras

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

Osterfield!Reader 

[grussell63]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS IT? There better be a second part to this because there is no way I'm accepting this as the end. Nope. Nah, not going to happen.

The World is Black

Pairing: roommate!Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Prompt: “we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.” (with a slight alteration to the wording to make it fit better. oops)

Warnings: cussing and angst

Word Count: 4,254

A/N: this is part of @h-osterfield ’s 5k writing Challenge! Also yes, my dumb ass named this after a Good Charlotte song, but it was playing when I was writing and like the lyrics fit. So SNS. 

Tears were streaming down her face as she stood outside her apartment that night. Suddenly it didn’t feel as much of a home as it did just hours earlier. 

Y/n had spent that Saturday morning with her best friends and roommates, Harrison and Tom. They usually went out to get coffee on Saturday mornings, but Tom was feeling under the weather so she decided to make them all tea at home instead.

Their busy schedules kept them from seeing much of each other on weekdays, even though they all lived in the same apartment. Y/n worked varying shifts, sometimes getting off by 3pm and sometimes working graveyard. Tom and Harrison each had different exhausting filming schedules. The only thing the three had in common, work wise, was their shared day off: Saturday. 

This meant that they usually spent all day Saturday catching up. They talked about their work weeks and personal lives, anything that hadn’t been apparent during the few times they would see each other within the confines of their apartment during the week. 

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[grussell63]

Okay, I really want an Enemies to Lovers story with Harrison now because this was mad adorable and I'm soft. 😍😭

I Was Wrong

This is for @h-osterfield 5k writing challenge. Congrats hon!!! I hope you like it!!

Warnings - Slight angst, very poorly written enemies to lovers

Word Count - 3081 (longest I’ve ever written)

“Come on, it’s just one party. Besides, you have been moping around your apartment for like a week. You need to get out of the house and stop thinking about him so much.” Your best friend, Tom encouraged, sighing when you started to shake your head in denial.

“I told you, I’m not going. I’m not ready.”

“You ARE ready, Y/N, you know you are. You can’t just sit here and mope over Lucas all the time. It’s time to move on, lord knows he has.” He seemed afraid to approach the topic, and with good reason.

    Lucas. He had been your boyfriend for almost a year before breaking up with you, claiming the relationship was getting “too serious” for him. What did that even mean? And why did he decide nine months after being officially exclusive with you, AND being the first to say I love you, that it was suddenly “too serious”? You didn’t know, and even though the break up had happened a little over a week ago, you still felt the dull ache, or was it a weight, in your chest, anchoring you to your bed. Tom had been by just about every single day to check up on and take care of you, but you felt like you were never going to be happy again. It hurt, and Tom understood, but he was tired of watching you feel sorry for yourself, deciding that you needed to do something to get your mind off of it. But, as Tom expected, you weren’t going to agree easily. Luckily, he was prepared to argue with you all night if that’s what it took.

“Will Harrison be there?” You asked after a few moments of silence. Tom pressed his lips into a thin line, trying desperately to avoid your burning, accusatory gaze. You raised your eyebrows, in no mood to play games with him when he sighed, nodding his head. “Then I’m definitely not going.”

    Harrison. He had been the bane of your very existence for as long as you could remember. He had started out okay enough, but as more time went on, you began to see him for the cocky, arrogant, and ignorant person he was. This, of course, confused both Haz and Tom, because he had never done anything directly to you, except flirt unashamedly here and there. Tom tried to change your mind insisting that he “wasn’t that bad” and that he was “a really great guy, once you get to know him”, but you weren’t buying it. You knew that someone didn’t have to do bad things to you directly to be a bad person. Harrison was only concerned with one person. Himself. And you, being the selfless, loving person you were, despised him for it.

    Sure, sometimes being so selfless lead to your own pain in the long run. It was bound to happen a time or two in a world full of people like Harrison. And maybe, in truth, your issue wasn’t really with Harrison at all, but more with his type. The type of person who would hurt others just for their own personal gain. The type who doesn’t care who they have to hurt in their climb to the top. The type that reminded you of Lucas and pretty much all of your other exs. In fact, when you stopped to think about it, you never really understood why Tom was friends with him at all.

“Y/N!” Tom shouted, shaking your shoulder and pulling you from your thoughts. He laughed lightly at you as you blinked a few times, coming back to the conversation at hand.

“You know how I feel about Harrison. I put up with him when I have to, because I love you, but this doesn’t exactly seem like a ‘have to’ situation, Tom.” You scowled, groaning in frustration, when you realized that he wasn’t going to let it go.

“Y/N, you probably won’t even see him. I’m not taking no for an answer, now go get ready, and let’s go.”

    He left you in your room, and you sighed, knowing that there was no way you were going to win this fight. Finally giving in, you quickly pulled on a pair of black tattered jeans and a deep V-neck white halter top that rested just above your belly button. Immediately after changing, you put your hair into a loose bun on top of your head, pulling a few strands to frame your face, and quickly did your make up as Tom started to ask when you thought you’d be ready. You’d called out that’d you’d be five minutes and you could hear him laugh as you swiped on a second layer of mascara before stepping out of the bathroom and meeting Tom in the hallway. You held your arms out, asking for approval before twirling to show him your full outfit. With a warm smile, he nodded before grabbing his keys and closing the door to your apartment, allowing you to lock it.

    The drive over was practically silent and filled with uneasy nerves. You were biting your nails, a bad habit you’d developed when you were young, and Tom sighed at you before pulling your fingers from between your teeth, followed by a pointed look that dared you to try it again. You huffed at him in frustration before you realized he had stopped and parked the car, causing you to hold your breath with anxiety. Tom laughed lightly, crossing in front of the car to open your door for you, offering his arm, which you took with a grateful, but incredibly nervous smile. In an act of reassurance, he patted your hand comfortingly before pulling you into the host’s house.

    Music was pouring through the rooms and people were jumping and grinding on each other as well as cheering and talking loudly over the music. If you paid attention, you could probably eavesdrop on just about anyone’s conversations around you, but decided to allow Tom to pull you into the kitchen where there was at least two opened boxes of every beer brand you could possibly think of. Tom set the case of beer he brought down on the counter, opening the fridge and grabbing two of his favorite beers, pulling the top off of both before handing one to you. You scrunch your nose in distaste at his gesture, causing him to laugh loudly.

“There isn’t much else to drink, love. You and I both know that once you’ve had enough you won’t care anymore.” He leaned closer to you, trying to avoid yelling too much before offering you the beer once more. You thought it over, weighing the pros and cons in your head before taking the beer from him, putting the neck of the bottle to your lips and choking a few sips down, making a face at the bitter taste in the process. Tom chuckled again, leading you both out into the living room where you danced together for a little while.

    A few beers in, honestly you’d lost count, and you were feeling pretty good. You had been hanging out with a couple of friends Tom and you shared, surprising yourself by genuinely enjoying the night. You hadn’t seen Harrison the entire time you’d been there, and you hadn’t thought about Lucas once. That was, of course, until he walked in with some brunette tucked comfortably under his arm. Tom was nowhere in sight, as he had taken off about an hour ago to catch up with a few friends. He’d promised he’d be back soon, but how could he have known that your ex would show up at this party with another girl on his arm? You inhaled sharply, excusing yourself from the conversation you were currently in to head into the kitchen where hopefully you wouldn’t see Lucas anymore. Your luck just kept getting better though, when you found Harrison leaned up against the counter, scrolling through something on his phone. You huffed in agitation, crossing to the fridge to grab another beer, hoping he wouldn’t notice you, but, of course, you couldn’t have been that lucky.

“Y/N?” He called you and you groaned, turning from the fridge and facing him. As much as you disliked him, you had to admit, Harrison was very attractive. He had crystal blue eyes, and perfectly quiffed dirty blond hair. He could have any girl in the world wrapped around his fingers in mere seconds if he wanted, and you were convinced that if he tried hard enough, that would include you, too.

“Please leave me alone, Harrison. You’re not my favorite person today.” You grumbled, trying desperately to open the beer in your hands, but the deep grooves on the lid kept pressing too deeply into your hands. You whimpered a little as you noticed red slashes across your palm. Apparently, Harrison noticed too, because while maintaining eye contact with you, he pushed himself off the counter, crossing the kitchen to you. He carefully took the beer from your hand and opened it before handing it back to you. You mumbled a thank you and he nodded in response.

“I’m not your favorite person on any day, darling. Not that I’m sure why, as I’ve never done anything to make you dislike me. What’s wrong?” He asked softly, easily noticing the sad expression on your face. You grimaced in response.

“Like you care.”

“I actually do, Y/N. What happened? Should I go get Tom?”

“It’s Lucas.” You sighed, unsure why you felt the sudden urge to tell him what had caused you to be upset. Maybe it was all the beer you’d had to drink. You weren’t sure. Nevertheless, you avoided his beautiful eyes, taking a long drink of beer before Harrison gently pulled the bottle from your lips. His eyebrows furrowed with concern and you sighed again.

“Your boyfriend?” The confusion was easily readable on his face. Had he always looked that cute? You shook your head violently, reminding yourself who you were talking to.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. Harrison scrambled to mumble out an embarrassed apology before you cut him off. “He broke up with me like a week ago. He said it was getting ‘too serious’. Anyway, he’s here with another girl. I got upset when I saw them, and so…” You trailed off, gesturing vaguely to the beer in your hand. Haz nodded in understanding, and you could tell he was trying to think of something to say to comfort you.

“You want to give him a taste of his own medicine?” He asked after what felt like an eternity of uncomfortable silence.

“What?”

“We could uh-” He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck and if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost say that you could see a hint of blush lightly kissing his cheeks. You raised your eyebrows impatiently, encouraging him to continue. “We could try to make him jealous. Y-you and me. If you want to, of course.”

“Harrison, in case you’ve forgotten, we hate each other.” You growled, narrowing your eyes. How dare he even ask you that.

“Actually, princess,” Harrison cleared his throat, something Tom said he did when he was nervous, kind of like you biting your nails, “It’s you who hates me, remember? I’ve no reason to hate you, and I’ve spent the last four years trying to give you space and figure out why you hate me so much. I don’t know what I ever did to you, Y/N, but I’m really sorry for it.”

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, trying to ignore the guilt that twisted in your stomach at his comments. He beamed at you, taking your hand and leading you out to the living room where the music was the loudest. He scanned the crowd for who you could only assume was Lucas before leaning over to talk in your ear.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, pulling back to see an incredulous look on your face. What kind of question was that? Of COURSE you didn’t trust him, you barely even tolerated him. Haz rolled his eyes at your expression. “Do you trust Tom?”

“What does Tom have to do with this?”

“Would he let me do anything to hurt you?” He countered and you shrunk a little bit in your spot. It was something that had never crossed your mind before. You thought the world of Tom, and you’d spent so much time wondering how the hell he could be friends with someone like Harrison, that you never stopped to think that there HAD to be some kind of redeeming quality in Haz that Tom could see, even if you couldn’t. You knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Tom would never let Harrison do anything to hurt you, and for the first time ever, you weren’t so sure that he would ever do anything to hurt you in the first place.

    Dazed and riddled with more guilt, you shook your head no in response to his question, causing him to give you a small smile. He reached out to you, and as if you were in some sort of trance, you actually stepped closer to him when he gently put his hands on your waist. The two of you began to dance to the music that was playing, a smile growing gradually on each of your faces as your bodies began to move in sync with each other. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Harrison’s charm finally wearing you down, but you find yourself actually having a great time with him. You notice his gaze scan the group of people around you a few times, smirking and whipping you both around so that you can see Lucas’s eyes trained on you, and you recognized the jealousy his expression held. You smirked back at Haz, causing him to chuckle a little bit, turning you so that you both could see him clearly from the corners of your eyes.

“You ready to sell it?” He asked a little breathlessly, and you laughed.

“How are we going to do that?”

“Do you trust me yet?” He asked, pulling away to rest his forehead on yours, looking deep into your eyes for any signs of hesitation. You nodded your head, not even needing to think about it anymore.

    Harrison nodded with you, clearing his throat again, and you wondered what he could be nervous about. He gripped you hip tightly, glancing one last time at Lucas to make sure he was watching, before cupping your cheek with his other hand and pulling you into him. Your lips crashed together and your eyes widened in shock. But, what surprised you more was that you were kissing him back. Harrison Osterfield, the bane of your existence was kissing you, and you weren’t completely hating it. He slipped his tongue along your bottom lip, and you moaned gently in response. Harrison pulled away quickly, eyes frantically searching your face for any indication that he had just heard you properly. You bit your lip shyly, looking at the ground and feeling blush burn your cheeks.

“Did you just-”

“Do you want to question it, or do you want to keep kissing me?” You interrupted, feeling a sudden surge of confidence wash through you.

“I-I want to k-keep kissing you.” He stammered out, causing you to giggle before grabbing two fists full of his shirt, bringing his lips back to yours. You felt him swipe his tongue along your bottom lip again, and this time, you parted you lips to let him in. Sparks of electricity shot through you as your tongue rolled in sync with his and suddenly you couldn’t remember why you hated him so much in the first place. Haz pulled away again, a smirk sitting comfortably on his face, and you rolled your eyes.

“Why did you do all of this?” You couldn’t help but ask, and maybe you shouldn’t have. Maybe you should have learned to just live in the moment, but the curiosity was eating you alive. You couldn’t think of a single nice thing you had ever done for Harrison, so why was he being so nice to you?

“I have to be honest, I didn’t completely do it for you. Of course, I wanted to help you, but you’re just so gorgeous, and you hated me, and I didn’t know how else to talk to you. I saw a chance and I took it.” He admitted sheepishly, ducking his head. “I get it if you hate me more now.”

“Actually, Harrison,” You beamed, moving your hands from his shoulders into his hair. You made a fist in the curls that sat at the nape of his neck and he closed his eyes with a light grunt “I have never hated you less than I do right now.”

“Is that supposed to be a good thing?” He asked breathlessly, tongue swiping across his swollen bottom lip. You opened your mouth to respond when Tom walked up to the two of you, looking a little concerned.

“Are you okay? I heard Lucas is here.” He huffed, running a stressed hand through his hair, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he would be here. If I had known I never would have-”

“Tom, it’s okay.” You interrupted him hastily, “Harrison kept me busy.” You bit your lip cheekily, glancing to Haz who laughed gently before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wait. You two spent time together and she didn’t kill you? What’s going on here?” Tom wanted to know, pointing at you with an accusatory glare. Harrison sent you an unsure look, immediately coming to your defense.

“It was noth-”

“Hopefully,” You interrupted, smiling warmly at Harrison before turning to Tom, “the start of something beautiful. Right Harrison?” You leaned towards him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. This kiss was different than the others, instead of being rushed and intense, it was sweet and dare you say, romantic. Harrison laughed gently, kissing your forehead after pulling away, linking his fingers with yours.

“It’s about damn time you two! Now let’s go home and watch Netflix or something.” Tom offered, leading the way out of the party and towards the car. Call it a hunch, but you knew things were going to be different between Harrison and you from now on.

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[grussell63]

Okay but the noises I made while reading this weren't human.

THIS IS SO SOFT I AM GOING TO CRY WTF. 1000/10 rating, amazing, would read it again ... and again ... and again. ❤️

Belonging || Tom Holland

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pairing - Tom x reader word count - 4,957 warnings - the longest thing I’ve ever written A/N - this is for @h-osterfield‘s 5K challenge! [prompt 11 - “You keep saying we’re friends, but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true”] Ya’ll should participate! You have until April 2 | Zoomed in pictures of people’s faces are my weakness

summary - Just because you were Zendaya’s assistant didn’t mean you felt like you fit in with her world. Your crush, Tom Holland, would never be with someone like you, not when he could be with someone from his world. Not when he could be with someone like Zendaya.

“Z, your interview starts in five minutes,” you said, knocking on the door to Zendaya’s temporary dressing room.

“Come on in, (Y/N)!” she called back. You immediately opened the door, closing it softly behind you. She was just getting her makeup finished and, as usual, she looked effortlessly amazing.

“You look great,” you told her.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Are Tom and Jacob ready?” You checked your phone and saw that Harrison had texted you.

“They’re already there,” you told her. “You’re running late.”

“If it doesn’t start for five minutes, I’m anything but late,” she joked back. You just laughed and rolled your eyes at her.

“You’ll get me fired if you’re not out there at least two minutes early.”

You had been Zendaya’s assistant since the start of Spider-Man: Homecoming. Now, over two years later, you were extremely close to her and the other castmates, and you worked closely with Harrison considering he was Tom’s assistant. Just then, your phone lit up with a Snapchat notification from Harrison. You opened it and found a picture of Tom waiting at the interview.

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