#LETS GO HARRISON DO COKE IN THE BATHROOM

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ON FINAL GO TO STARBUCKS AND BUY A 5 DOLLAR DRINK THEN WRITE IN THE LIBRARY FOR 3 HOURS ADVENTURE OH CHRIST THE PEACOCK IS BACK

[hans-alter-ego]

Tom Holland x Reader Smut

(Not my gif)

Summary: Its was Sunday, both you and Tom (along with Sam, Harry and Tuwaine) were invited to go round to Harrisons for a nice little lunch, the plan was to just have a few drinks outside as the weather was amazing, but Tom found your new lovely spring dress more than fitting and couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

Warnings⚠️: contains smut! Swearing, unprotected sex, alcohol, kinda public sex? Also kinda funny

Word Count: 1.4k

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                 Oh no, we heard 

“Right, who fancies a beer then?”

Harrison asked and all the boys answered with a cheer in unison. You shook your head and when Harrison had came back with a few beers he looked to you.

“Don’t you worry y/n, Tom told me to get some wine for you”

Harrison winked at you and went to go get you a class of wine. You looked to Tom and smiled

“Thank yooou”

“I got you babe”

Tom have you a kiss and Harrison came walking back with a glass of white wine a slightly over filled. You all toasted and soon the lunch was served. Harrison did a good job on supplying enough food for the boys, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine had completely devoured the food infront of them, Tom had moved from a few beers to his second glass of whiskey and coke and you had had atleast a whole bottle of white wine to yourself. You couldn’t help but notice how Tom looked at your every single time you stood up from your seat to get something. His hands always fiddled with the bottom of your dress as your stood up or sat down and sometimes he’d even move his hands upmyour thigh under the table

“Toommmyyy someones being touchy”

“Can’t help it baby, you look amazing”

His hand grabbed your thigh roughly and you had to hide a little gasp. Harry sat next to you and felt you fidget

“You alright?”

You pushed Tom’s hand away and a chuckle came from him

“Can’t wait to take that off you”

Tom whispered to you ever so lightly sending goosebumps to your skin

“Yep! Its a bit hot here right? Wooo yeah need to go get some ice”

Harry rasied an eyebrow at you and his eyes gazed to Tom. Tom kept quiet and tried to not laugh. You got up from your seat struggling because you were tipsy but went for it anyways.

“Haz you’ve got ice right? I need some cold cold water”

Harrison took a sip from his beer before answering

“I got a bag in the freezer, dont use the fridge machine one, its fucked”

You nodded and walked to the kitchen getting a cup from one of the cabinets. Before you could open the freezer to get some ice you felt hands go to your waist, you quickly turned around and came face to face with Tom who had a cheeky grin spread to his lips.

“No no don’t cool down baby”

He was definitely drunk but not drunk enough to be completely rat-arsed. His lips went to your neck and quickly nibbled and sucked on your sweet spots, you held back a moan the best you could but it just slipped out a little

“Tom-”

“You look fucking delicious in this dress baby”

You felt your cheeks go hot at his words, your hands moved to his arms where they carressed them.

“Baby you gotta be careful the boys-”

“Screw the boys, I need you y/n please”

His kisses moved up your neck and he nibbled on your ear making you melt and tingle, it was a weak spot of yours. His hands tugged on your dress causing it to scrunch up a bit. Deep down you wanted to have him inside you, but you couldn’t handle the boys walking in at some point.

“Tom, we can’t what if they walk in”

“We can find somewhere they wont look trust me. Just give me 5 minutes to make you feel good baby, I promise to be quiet”

They way Tom looked at you it made you cave and you couldn’t say no

“5 minutes or less”

“Fuck”

Tom grabbed your hand and you two went off to one of the guest bathrooms, Tom quickly locked the door and returned his hands to your waist picking you up and putting you next to sink. You couldn’t help but laugh at Tom’s drunk clumsiness as he fiddled with his trousers. Once unbuttoned his hands moved under your dress and he basically ripped your panties off

“Tom!-”

Tom was quick to react to your loud voice and his hand came to cover your mouth. It turned you on when he did this for some reason

“Shhh baby, remember we gotta be quiet”

Toms voice was enough to send wetness inbetween your legs. Tom definitely didn’t hesitate, taking out his hard member he pumped it a few times with his hands and entered you. You screamed a little but the sound was muffled by his hand. You were tight around him, and that itself caused Tom to give a low moan.

“Holy fuck y/n— tight as always”

His voice was breathy as he began to move in and out of you. Once he got used to your tightness and you had adjusted to his size, Tom began thrusting harder and quicker remembering he only had a 5 minute time limit. Your hands were all over eachother, grabbing and tugging hair or clothes. His hand was still covering your mouth and you had closed your eyes tightly as you enjoyed the roughness coming from Tom.

“You look so fucking good in that dress baby fuck”

He grunted as he fucked you harder. The way his moans came out made you wet and the whole ordeal of having a quick hidden hook up with Tom was adding to your arousal. You gave a muffled moan in response as that was all you could do. Your hands tugged at his hair as you felt yourself getting closer

“I wanna feel your pussy cumming baby”

Tom must of forgetten about keeping you quiet because he removed his hand and placed it to your clit where he began rubbing it quickly, sending a huge wave of pleasure through your body, you bit your lip but a somewhat loud moan still escaped you.

“T-Tom Tom I-”

“I’m gunna cum too!”

Before either of you could say another word, you both came together. You arched your back and pulled Tom close to you as you came. Toms pace slowed down as he twitched and filled you up, his breath panting and hot on your skin. You both stayed there for a few seconds before Tom pulled out from your and cleaned up with some toilet paper. You quickly did the same and tried to dry yourself up a little. Tom handed you back your panties and you slipped them on quickly, flattening out your dress and making sure you looked ok in the bathroom mirror. Tom gave you a kiss and you two quickly left the bathroom. Toms hair was still messy and his face still red from what just happened. Your dress was slightly scrunched up in places even though your tried to make it look nice again. When you walked back into the dinning room all the boys looked to the both of you and they all cheered and laughed at the same time.

“Bruv aint no one gunna do the crazy shit you two do”

Tuwaine got up and laughed, Sam awkwardly looked to you and joined Tuwaine as they made their way to the living room. Harry got up from his seat aswell, giving a slight applause to the both of you

“Nice one Tom nice one, really gave it your all”

“Oh fuck off”

Harry laughed as he teased Tom. Immediately you knew that everyone knew what you and Tom got up to. It wasn’t till Harrison came from the kitchen behind you guys and put his arms around the both of you.

“You don’t think they heard… right?”

“Oh we definitely heard what you guys got up to”

Harrison said cheekily

“Mate…”

Harrison looked to Tom and just laughed, he then turned and winked at you, you gave him a slap and he laughed again.

“Gotta say, i feel like we all shared a close moment together”

“Don’t be a twat”

“Me? A twat? How rude of you Thomas! Here I am supplying a lovely guest bathroom for you to fuck in and you call mea twat!”

Harrison loved to tease Tom and right now this was his best chance to rile him up. Giving you a squeeze on the shoulder he removed his arms from both of you and laughed again.

“Bet you need some ice now huh y/n”

“Harrison I swear. To. God. I will slap you”

Harrison quickly ran off to the living room with the rest of the boys, you felt completely embarrassed and really flustered after everything that just happened. Tom put his arm around you and comforted you.

“Don’t let them get to you baby, one more word out of them and i’ll make em shut up”

“Just promise you’ll let me atleast smack Harrison once”

“Deal”

You both laughed and Tom gave you a quick kiss

“Still fucking love that dress”

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falling into you - h.o.

chapter two - married in vegas

mob!haz au

warnings: swearing (i think that’s it)

word count: 2k

author note: i’m trying to think of a good posting schedule but I feel like posting once a week is too little and posting twice a week is too much so i’m in a bit of a pickle but I’ll figure it out!

chapter one ✕ masterlist ✕ chapter three

You wake up, closing your eyes shortly after opening them to avoid the blinding light. After giving yourself some time, you could finally open your eyes. Looking over at your desk clock you read the time

1:28 PM

Fuck. You reach over to grab your phone while being greeted with new messages from Harry

Weird Guy From The Bar (harry)

3:34 AM: hey, I’m just making sure you got home safe. I can’t have my poker date dying lol

6:05 AM: good morning. A car will be there to pick you up at 6. Don’t make him wait

6:06 AM: I just realized I don’t have your address so send that to me

You

1:30 PM: hey, yeah sorry. I just woke up lol. I will send you my location.

1:31 PM: and did you say you would send a car for me?

Weird Guy From The Bar (harry)

1:32 PM: I did. Also, the dress code is black tie. Something like you wore last night will work.

Well, that’s great. You have nothing like that in my closet which means you have to borrow clothes from Y/F/N. You get up from your bed walking towards the door when you see the heels you wore last night, instantly reminding you of the guy who caught you. You quickly shake him out of your head and head to your roommate’s room. You knock on her door lightly knowing that after last night her head is probably pounding.

“Go awayyyyy” she groaned, making you laugh lightly

“I need a dress, black tie.” you say while opening the door and walking in

“Since when do you want to wear a dress like that?” she lifted her head to look at you

“Some guy asked me to be his date for poker night and I agreed now please get me a dress, I need to be ready by 6.” you plopped down on her bed laying in the space next to her.

“Okay fine.” she got up making her way to her closet. She digs in for a few seconds before pulling out a black dress, similar to the one you wore last night and some silver heels.

“Here, now get out!” she hands you the articles and then plops back down on her bed, covering her head with the covers.

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It was 5:48. You had showered, styled your hair, and successfully did a smokey eye. You were walking downstairs to wait in front of your building. 6 on the dot a Mercedes-Benz pulls up and the door opens.

“Hey darling, you look stunning.” Harry greeted you

“I don’t know why I agreed to do this.” you stated while getting into the car. You looked at Harry, he was wearing the exact outfit as last night, just missing the sunglasses.

“Would you care to explain to me why someone is driving us?”

“Bossman insists, I just follow orders.” he shrugs

“You play poker with your boss and he sends you cars? Where do you work!?” you asked being flabbergasted about the information you just received.

“The less you know the better.” You thought he was joking but his face was serious. You let out a nervous chuckle in hopes to clear this newfound tension in the air, but it seemed to make it worse. After being in the car for what felt like hours but more like 20 minutes the car started to slow down. You brought your gaze to the window to be greeted by a gate.

“It’s Pruitt. Arriving with Harry Holland and company. Buzz me in.” The chauffeur spoke into the call box. The gates started opening as he was buzzed in. Driving for a little while until you were shocked at the sight was in front of you.

A mansion. You counted the 33 windows that laid on the front of the house as the car pulled into the round motor court, housing a few other cars similar to the one you were in. The driver got out of the car and went around to Harry’s side, opening the door. Harry stepped out.

“Thanks, Jaxx. I’ll take it from here.” He patted the man on the shoulders and held his hand out for you to grab. You took it and stepped out of the car. You put your arm around Harry’s and walked up the stair. At the front door, were two men. Security you were guessing. You walked into the front door, hearing your heels click on the limestone floor. Your eyes went straight to the double staircase the met that the top and a crystal chandelier hanging over your head. You were torn from your thought when a voice spoke.

“You weren’t lying when you said you had a date.” A man who looked comparable to Harry spoke to us. Harry unraveled his arm from yours to take a step closer to the man.

“Don’t be such a wanker�� Harry opened his arms and engulfed the man in a hug. Stepping away Harry rejoined you, next to your side

“Tom, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my brother, Tom.” Harry introduces you to the man. You hold out your hand.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Tom winked and then kissed your hand. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks. “Well we are about to get started, the boys are in the game room.”

They led you down some stair and a hallway until you reached an archway. Your nose was greeted with the smell of cigar smoke. Walking in a bit more the sound of your heels was silenced by the rug under you. You put your hand on the pool table in front of you and turned your head towards the bar on the left side of the room.

“And the boy made it with his date” You snapped your head. Another man, he had is arm around Harry’s shoulders. You were guessing another brother. He moved towards you putting his hand out.

“Sam.”

“Y/N.” you shook his hand.

“Well I’m glad you could join us y/n” he smiled. You smiled politely back at him

“Where’s Harrison?” Harry asked looking around the room

“Behind you, you div.” A guy walked in thumping the back of Harry’s head. He then looked at you and then it hit you.

The Mystery Guy. The mystery guy is standing in front of you. What?!? Your internal panic was interrupted

“Uh y/n, you alright?” Tom asked you

“What? Oh yeah uh, just uh... a little parched. Could I get some water? You nervously stuttered out while quickly trying to look anywhere but in his eyes.

“Could we get the girl some water?” Harrison spoke out loud, not directing the question to anyone in general. “I believe we didn’t get the chance to meet last night, I’m Harrison and you are?”

“Y/n and yeah sorry about that. My friend was waiting in a cab and I just couldn’t... keep her… waiting so...” You couldn’t form a normal sentence to save your life making you even more nervous. A man hands you your water and you thank him. You took a fairly long sip to get rid of the uncomfortable dryness in your mouth.

“So y/n, are you playing?”

“I don’t know how to play.”

“I’ll have to teach you one day.” Harrison smiles then walks away dragging Harry with him. “So what's the deal between you two?’

“Huh?”

“Are you two serious?”

“Mate, if I tell you this you have to swear on your life you don’t tell anyone else?”

“Code one of the Omertà oath.” Harrison holds up his hand to show his ring.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Harry laughs and punches Harrison in the arm for his dramatics. ”We aren’t even dating, I met her last night at the nightclub opening. You have my blessing, now go make her an offer she can’t refuse.” Harry said in a godfather-Esque Italian accent.

“And you are calling me dramatic.” Harrison chuckles then walks back over to you “Now let get this pretty lady into a chair.” He grabs your hand and leads you to the table where two other men were sitting. He pulls out a chair for you, pushes it in and then sits next to you. After a few minutes you learned the names of the other men at the table, Tuwaine and Jacob. Harrison cheered again after he won another game.

“Boss man, you should put your house on the bet.” Tuwaine jokingly suggested.

Wait Harrison is the boss?

“You can get my house when you do what I do.” Harrison smiled at him checking his cards

“You live here?” You had forgotten where you were after being in this room for the whole night.

“Yep, all 126 room belong to me.” He smirked while putting some chips in the middle

“What could you possibly do that gives you enough money for a house like this?”

“I don’t think you want to know that sweetheart.” He winked at you and then directed his attention back to the game. After a few more minutes you wanted to stretch your legs. You pushed your chair out getting ready to get up

“Hey love, where are you going?” Harrison speaks putting in a few more chips in the middle.

“Just going to stretch my legs, I’ll be over there.” You pointed towards the bar. You got up and walked over to it. Leaning on the counter instead of sitting on the bar stool. You ordered a cherry coke. You were about to make your way to the couch in the back of the room when you got drenched with a cold liquid. A crash following soon after caught everyone’s attention. Harrison swiftly moved from his chair and across the room to you.

“What’s all this about?” His voice was aggressive, nothing like he had been tonight.

“I’m sorry sir, I tripped. I’ll get it cleaned up.” The bartender was practically shaking leaving you with the question of why. Why was he so scared?

“Like hell you will!” Harrison spoke just a bit too loudly making you flinch. That caught his attention. His eyes softened when he looked at you.

“Follow me.” His voice was gentle now. He held out his hand. You were hesitant to take and he noticed. He looked at your eyes for some sort of reassurance but all he saw was fear. He scared you and now you were frozen in place.

“Can someone call Amy and tell her to bring one of my shirts?” Harrison spoke again not to anyone in general but just out loud. A few minutes later an older woman walks in with a shirt.

“Thanks Amy, you are an angel.” He gives you a warm and kind smile. A complete 180 from the bartender. “Here love, let's get you out of these clothes.” He put his hand on the small of your back and guided you to the bathroom and handed you the shirt.

You took a second to breathe in your surroundings. It wasn’t big, only housing a toilet and a sink but somehow it was still stunning. You quickly stripped yourself of the alcoholic smelling dress and put your arms through the silk sleeves. While you were in the bathroom Harrison walked back into the game room.

“Alright, games over.” Harrison’s eyebrows knitted together in frustration. As much as the boys wanted to stay they know not to make him ask twice. They all filed out of the room.

“Do you want me to take her home?” Harry approached the blonde.

“No, I got it. Thanks though mate.” He patted his shoulder. You peaked your head out of the bathroom looking at the back of his head. You walked towards him.

“Where did everyone go?” You asked while approaching.

“Felt bad for taking all their money.” You laughed at his comment making him smile.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I can get you a car if you want to go home.” He has sincerity in his eyes.

“Actually if you don’t mind, I’d like to stay here a bit longer.”

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I was looking up different types of house while writing this chapter so the layout made sense in my head and I stumbled across this GIANT HOUSE and when I say giant I mean it. So I based some parts of Harrison’s mansion on it. If you guys want to see it you can click here! 

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The Night Before XI

Chapter: 11/15

Rating: T

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo was relieved when John suggested that the three of them should go out clubbing, it was only two days before his date with George and he needed something to kill the nerves. John had recently been paid which meant he would splurge out on drinks and drugs to keep everybody happy, even if they repeatedly refused. It was nice to know that Ringo wouldn't have to worry about finding someone to go home with, he could even go to bed at a relatively more sensible hour.

The three of them left for the club in quite the state, Ringo had no clue exactly how much they'd drunk but he knew there was only more to come. John, in his infinite wisdom, had bought some cocaine out to mark the special occasion.

"What's the occasion?" Paul asked, clearly he'd said these same words before Ringo had arrived.

"I have enough money for coke!" John cheered.

He shared it out liberally, both Paul and Ringo refusing at first but indulging later on. The bag was still considerably full when they left for the club, meaning they would only grow more dishevelled as the night went on. They arrived at the familiar club, John exchanging a few quips with the bouncer as they welcomed the warmth and unnecessarily loud music. John headed straight for the bar, ordering a round of drinks for everyone without much thought. It was a common occurrence for John to spend most of his pay in one night, forcing him to live barrenly for the remainder of the month. There'd been times when Paul and Ringo were alarmed at this behaviour, but no amount of talking seemed to change his mind and so they allowed themselves to be pampered.

The club was relatively full, Thursday was student night which only made the three of them feel ridiculously old as they worked through crowds of enthusiastic youths to the spot they usually took on the dance floor. Ringo felt positive, the music was decent and the company excellent. It wasn't too long before John was pulling them all into the toilets for a 'top up', it was one of the few clubs where the security didn't bat an eyelash when a group of men all crowded into a single cubicle. A year ago Ringo had bought John a necklace with a small spoon on it, he worried it would only be enabling his drug habits further but if anything it reduced the intake for without it John would be lumping varying amounts onto his key without any idea how much he was actually doing. The necklace had been brought out tonight, making Ringo feel quite satisfied with himself.

Paul had taken a while to come around to the harder drugs, but being reassured that the three of them would always look out for one another - to the best of their abilities when their brains were being warped - he began to join in with the shenanigans. They all passed around the baggie rather excitedly, Ringo couldn't deny he enjoyed the feeling of the powder shooting up his nose.

"You sure you don't want us to pay you for it?" Ringo asked, sniffing a few times more to ensure it had gone down fully.

"Don't be daft." John grinned, his pupils dilated "You can just get the next one."

It was an exchange that often took place between them, despite Ringo never actually buying the next one, but considering the amount of weed he bought for the three of them he figured it just about cancelled out. The three of them filtered out back into the bathroom, getting a few strange looks, as they tried to fix their appearance in the one mirror that was still intact. Paul had insisted that they all put a little bit of effort in with their clothing tonight so they appeared like a mismatched theatrical group, but Ringo thought it was quite a charming impression.

Back onto the dancefloor, Ringo could feel the music a lot more heavier than before. He felt twitchy, but it was easy enough to channel all that energy into dancing. It felt like such a weight off his shoulders to no longer have to be spying around the club for a potential suitor, instead he could just enjoy the company of his friends. At least, that's what he'd intended on doing before Paul pulled Ringo into close to shout into his ear.

"Is that George over there?"

Ringo felt his heart thumping, for a moment he was worried it was going to burst, as he craned his neck in the direction Paul was pointing. There he was, dancing with a friend. It shouldn't have surprised him too much, after all this was the club they'd met outside all those nights ago, but the suddenness of his appearance threw Ringo a little. He'd almost forgotten how attractive he was, wearing a loose fitting crop top and some tight-fitting jeans which accentuated his slim figure. Ringo struggled to pull his eyes away, but eventually managed when Paul spoke once more.

"Why don't you go and say hi?"

John had moved in close by this point, eavesdropping on their words as though they were in fact intended for him.

"No, no, I'm alright." Ringo tried to calm himself, though it wasn't working.

"Ringo, you literally had your dick inside him a couple of days ago but you can't even say hello?" John nudged Ringo forward slightly, but it only made him feel all the more nervous.

"Maybe later, if we see him outside." Ringo moved back into the space he previously occupied very quickly.

"Suit yourself." Paul lost interest quickly.

The three of them continued their usual routine: dancing enthusiastically to every other song that came on, darting to the bar for more drinks and then hurrying into the toilets for more bumps. Every so often they'd knock into someone who'd take offence, or be hounded by people in the bathroom who were desperate for them to hurry up, but none of them paid it too much mind, John would occasionally get physical with them but luckily it never got too far out of hand.

A couple of hours had passed since they'd first stepped foot in the club and Ringo was feeling great, he was full of energy and just hoped the night would never end. It was time for yet another smoke break, all three of them twitching to get their hands on a cigarette as they huddled close together in the cold. It was somewhat reassuring to see that they weren't the only people demonstrably off their faces, a couple of people sat gulping water in the corner with their eyes rolling uncontrollably, while the floor was littered with empty baggies and pools of sick from those who hadn't been so fortunate. Ringo practically inhaled the cigarette, tapping his foot wildly as every breath felt absolutely incredible.

Then he spotted George once again, talking with the same guy leaning against a wall with a cigarette in hand. It didn't take too long for Paul and John to notice what he was looking at, and neither of them seemed to be taking no for an answer.

"But I'm all coked up." Ringo tried to worm his way out "He's gonna think I'm a crackhead."

John laughed "Well it's better he finds that out sooner rather than later."

"Fine." Ringo groaned, finishing his cigarette off and making his way over to George.

What was he even going to say? Just a quick hello would suffice, then he could hurry back to the safety of his friends and focus on making a better impression when they went out for dinner. He could feel Paul and John watching him as he walked, doing nothing to help his nerves. Ringo hoped George would spot him to save him the awkwardness of having to interrupt whatever conversation he was having. The man was leaning into George's ear, whispering something that warranted a laugh. Maybe this was too personal of a moment for Ringo to interrupt, he debated turning around and heading to the bar before he stopped dead in his tracks.

The man had pulled George in for a kiss, a heated one at that. For a second Ringo hoped George would pull away, that the whole thing had been some strange misunderstanding, but he didn't; he only leaned in closer. Ringo couldn't move, he was stood uncomfortably close to them at this point but his body refused to walk away.

"What the fuck..." Ringo let out unintentionally, his brain practically screaming at him.

His presence didn't go unnoticed, George pulled away and turned to see where the words were coming from and his face dropped in an instant. The two of them looked at one another for a painfully long time, the other man quickly grew suspicious and then angry.

"You got a problem?" He asked in a rough voice, his hand still around George's waist. "Because if you d-"

"Shut the fuck up." George silenced him curtly, not breaking his eyes away "Ringo, I can explain."

Ringo tried to think of something to say, anything, but words entirely failed him. He felt tears beginning to form in his eyes, the only positive being that he seemed to have regained control of his legs and soon he was sprinting straight back into the club all the way to the entrance. He felt like throwing up, like screaming, like punching someone, anything to get this horrible feeling out of his body. What a fucking embarrassment, his mind replayed over and over. Behind him he could hear the sound of hurried footsteps, whether it was George or Paul or John, he didn't want to know, he just had to be alone. He kept walking, no destination in mind, just needing to get away.

"Ringo!" George called out, but Ringo didn't falter in his forceful movements "Please stop, let me explain. It wasn't what it looked like."

"Really? It looked pretty fucking crystal clear to me." Ringo spat, barely turning his head to speak.

"Please, just hear me out." George was catching up to him, people on the street were beginning to turn and watch.

Ringo turned a corner into an alley to get away from the prying eyes, the darkness seemed to numb his thoughts a little. He felt George's hand grip onto his shoulder to try and turn him around but Ringo remained firm, his mind and heart both racing.

"Leave me alone, George." Ringo's voice was low, rough "I feel embarrassed enough right now."

George kept his hand on Ringo's shoulder "Just listen, please... That guy, he's- He's been asking me out for so long and I figured if I took him out once it would shut him up. I don't like him Ringo... If I had known you were here tonight I never would've kissed him."

Ringo slowly turned around, glad that the darkness would mask the tears in his eyes "What an honest person you are."

"I'm not gonna pretend like I haven't done anything wrong tonight." George spoke softly, trying to balance out the harshness of Ringo's words.

Ringo sighed, unable to look at George directly "No, no you haven't. You don't owe me shit, it's not like we're going out for anything... I have no right to feel as pissed off as I do right now."

George paused, his hand gripping tighter onto Ringo's shoulder "Then why do you?"

Silence.

Ringo noticed Paul and John had caught up with them, standing just around the corner of the alley so that they weren't too visible. Paul looked completely distraught, having to hold back John who was more than ready to get physical. What an absolute mess.

"I really like you George, like too fucking much. Seeing you with that guy just hit me hard... I've never felt so fucking stupid." Ringo tried to speak quieter, he didn't need his friends to hear this.

George's eyes began to tear up, Ringo could only just about tell "Please don't tell me I've fucked this up."

Ringo scoffed "What is there to fuck up? We haven't even been on a date yet, this whole thing is ridiculous."

"I know but... I felt something from the moment I laid eyes on you Ringo, I'm not losing you this easy." George lowered himself somewhat so that they were on the same level.

"You're just saying that." Ringo dismissed, turning his head away.

George prevented him, gently pressing his fingers on Ringo's jaw so that they were facing one another "No, I mean it. Tonight was so fucking stupid, it didn't mean anything. I want you, Ringo, and only you."

Ringo was speechless, the entire thing felt like a strange nightmare that he was waiting to end.

"Please say something." George's voice wavered, it hurt more than anything else.

"I just don't know..." Ringo huffed "I've heard that same line so many times, yet someone always ends up getting hurt."

"But I'm not like anyone else, you said so yourself." George had a better hold on his voice, but the sadness was still evident.

Words escaped Ringo once more, part of him wanted to give in completely but he couldn't ignore the negative voice in the back of his mind that claimed this whole thing was a lie.

"I've never met anyone like you before, and a part of me knows you feel the same way about me." George was practically pleading "I'll never forgive myself if I lose you over this stupid fuckup."

Ringo looked up at him, entirely defeated, the sadness weighing far too heavily on his brain for it to be able to think of anything appropriate to say. George closed the space between them, pressing a forceful kiss onto Ringo's lips. He could taste the tears that had rolled down George's cheeks, the saltiness a bitter reminder. At first Ringo didn't respond at all, his body hardly felt like its own, then he tried to pull away but George remained adamant. As George relaxed more into the kiss, Ringo found that he was too. As though his body was acting without his knowledge, the familiar press of George's lips against his owns was definitely a comforting one. George held onto Ringo tightly, tears still falling from his eyes as he deepened the kiss slightly.

When Ringo tried to pull away once more, George moved away entirely. A sudden noise erupted from the other end of the alley, John and Paul were cheering obnoxiously loud which sent Ringo laughing. George turned alarmed, probably the last thing he'd been expecting as well as wanting to see in this moment. He let out a groan, looking back to Ringo who was already feeling surprisingly better.

"Fuck, they're gonna hate me now, aren't they?" George chuckled weakly, his voice a little croaky.

"I can't promise that they wont." Ringo felt normalcy returning to his body and mind.

A beat of silence passed between them.

"Please tell me we're still on for Friday." George sounded pained.

Ringo struggled to come out with a committed answer.

"Please." George repeated desperately "I'm really gonna make it up to you."

"Oh yeah?" Ringo asked, his voice lightening up a little.

"Anything you want, you name it." George already sounded relieved to get more of a positive response.

"A few things come to mind." Ringo joked, he was far from feeling normal but he was rapidly getting there "Anyway, I should probably go... John and Paul are gonna want the rundown and I'm in desperate need of a spliff and a bed."

George's face tensed a little, Ringo wondered if he felt left out of the intimacy they'd previously shared but he didn't address it "Alright... Again, I'm so sorry. I can't say it enough."

"You can show me how sorry you are on Friday." Ringo shuffled his feet.

"I intend to." George leaned in for a brief kiss, his hand resting on the small of Ringo's back.

Ringo found it difficult to pull away, as though the horrors he'd previously witnessed had never occurred at all. It was even more difficult to leave George in that dark alley, but he managed to get back to Paul and John without turning back. Paul and John both wrapped their hands around one of Ringo's arms, all three of them walking in a random direction to get some distance from the situation.

"You wanna talk about it?" Paul asked gently.

"Not really." Ringo managed a smile "It's all fine now... Let's just get home."

John was quick to order an Uber back to Ringo's, the three of them saying little as they performed the usual ritual of huddling together under a blanket and watching funny videos. It was just the remedy Ringo needed, although he couldn't deny that he missed the presence of a certain someone.

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Excitement

Hello loves! I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I really, really wanted to get it done! Hope you like it!! This is for @fratboievans moodboard writing challenge! (Which means it’s her moodboad is fhtat’s not clear)

It’s a 60′s AU, and I tried my best, so please be nice!

It’s also my first OC fic, so again, be nice!

Word Count - 4010

Warnings - Slight angst?

The knock on the front door sent Elizabeth into a frenzy. She smoothed out her black and white polka dotted dress, checking her hair and makeup in the mirror, she listened to the sound of her father greeting James at the front door. He invited him in to wait for her, and she let a sigh pass her ruby red lips. Her long brunette hair was curled to perfection and pinned back neatly. Deep down, Elizabeth knew she looked like a dream, perfection in human form for her date that night, but still felt a sense of dread wash over her.

Truth be told, she knew why she wasn’t exactly excited for her date. James, while being a great guy and very good looking, was as much fun as watching paint dry. He was too clean-cut, something her parents absolutely loved, but made her feel animosity towards him. With James, you knew what you were getting right away. There were so surprises or spontaneity with him, and Elizabeth was sure the lack of excitement was going to put her into an early grave. But, her parents liked him, so she swallowed her own feelings and hurried down the stairs, hoping that if the date started sooner, it would also end sooner. James came into view, his nicely styled brunette hair moving a little as he turned his head to meet his green eyes with her brown ones. Pasting on as realistic of a smile as she could manage, she took James’s arm, fingers wrapping around the arm of the letterman jacket he wore so proudly.

James was a football all-star back in high school, and he wore the stupid jacket as a reminder of his glory days, and Elizabeth frequently wondered if it was to make up for the fact that he hadn’t done much with his life since graduating. With a tight-lipped smile, Elizabeth thanked her date quietly when he complimented her. It was all routine, and quite frankly she was exhausted with it. But in order to spare his feelings, she let him believe that everything was okay.

“Lizzie, did you hear me?” James asked her quietly while opening the door to his Volkswagen Beetle, making her face scrunch up in confusion.

“Huh?”

“I said we’re meeting with Viola and John at the diner.”

“Oh. Sure. Great.” She mumbled, excited to see her best friend, Viola, but still wishing the night would just end already.

“You alright, doll? You seem a little uptight tonight.”

“I’m not uptight.” She growled defensively, making James fall silent, driving his boring car to the boring diner that he always brought you to so that you could have the same boring meal and share the same boring milkshake.

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“What a fox!” Tom mumbled, laughing at Harry who howled loudly in her direction.

Harrison kept his chin tucked, not really caring about the girl who was walking by. His tongue played with the end of the toothpick that was resting in between his lips. His leather jacket sat comfortably on his broad shoulders, a trademark for the gang Tom had put together. The group consisted of Tom, his twin brothers Harry and Sam, Harrison, Tuwaine, and a few other odds and ends friends they had made along the way. Harrison knew that Tom took their gang very seriously, making each one swear to fidelity and family, even going so far as to make a list of rules that the boys had to follow.

“Why don’t you go talk to her then, Harry?” Sam quipped, chuckling when Harry shook his head strongly.

“Why don’t you?” He quipped back, making Sam laugh, showing off his pearly white teeth.

“Don’t think my old lady would be too happy ‘bout that, do you?” Sam retorted.

“Why don’t you go talk to her, Haz?” Tom suggested with a nonchalant shrug, eyeing the girl as she came closer to their group.

“What would I go an’ do a stupid thing like that for? You think I’m on the make?” Harrison growled, not appreciating Tom’s tone. Tom lifted his hands with a gentle laugh, showing surrender before starting a conversation with his brothers. Harrison dared to look up at the girl who had her arm around some square, and he fought the urge to wrinkle his nose in disdain for the couple. “She looks stuck up anyway.” He mumbled, ignoring the way his heart had shifted to fifth gear.

Her brown eyes reminded him a bit of his best friend’s, the same color as milk chocolate, warm and inviting. Her light brown hair had been curled to perfection, not a single ringlet out of place as they bounced with each step. Her dress was border-line sinful as it hugged each curve she’d been blessed with. Harrison felt the sudden urge to speak to her as her eyes met his, a small, polite, smile playing on her ruby red lips. Her date looked at him uncomfortably, green eyes filled with concern as he wrapped his arm tighter around her.

“Come on, Lizzie. You don’t want to be caught out here with these badasses by yourself. Pretty girl like you should be protected.” He mumbled loud enough for the group to hear, making Tom’s fists clench in anger. Harrison knew he needed to act fast, or the boys would be spending yet another night running or hiding from the fuzz.

“Easy, Tom. Don’t let this candyass chop you, ‘right?” He spoke quickly putting a hand on his shoulder in an effort to hold him back. Sam tensed, reaching towards his pocket knife in case he needed it, while Harry wore a shit-eating grin. Harrison sighed, shaking his head at the hothead of the group, repressing jokes about his hair color being a great indication of his temper. Now wasn’t the time. Tom huffed angrily, straightening out his leather jacket before turning his back on the pair, who went into the diner as if nothing had happened.

“Come on, I’m hungry,” Sam grumbled, heading for the door before pulling a comb from his pocket, slicking his petroleum jellied hair back into perfection.

The waitress was an older woman, probably old enough to be the groups’ mother, but she was friendly enough. The greasers had no problems with her until she sat them at the table right beside the couple, who had now joined another two people who also looked like a couple. Harrison rolled his eyes, watching Tom who hadn’t noticed yet. Sam looked exhausted, being the most level-headed brother, while Harry looked entertained. He knew not to act without permission from Tom, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stir the pot a little. He intentionally bumped into the arm of the guy in the letterman jacket, making him spill his soda on his shirt.

“What the hell, dude! You think you’re some kind of badass?!” The guy shouted, standing from the booth abruptly, heading into the bathroom to clean off his shirt. Harrison smirked, sliding into the booth next to the girl from earlier. He slung his arm carelessly across the back of the booth, turning his head to look at the girl.

“What’s your name, babe?”

“Well, it sure isn’t ‘babe’. Why don’t you flake off?! We don’t want you here!” The other guy growled at him, tensing his jaw in frustration. Harrison laughed, running a hand over his slicked-back hair.

“And who are you?” Harrison’s lips spread into a tight smile, clenching his jaw in an attempt to stay calm.

“John. Not that it should matter to you!”

“Oh, it doesn't. I just figured if you were being that much of a prick about it, you clearly needed the attention. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to asking this pretty girl what her name is.”

“Elizabeth.” She responded curtly, tossing her brunette hair over her shoulder, eyeing the greaser and raising an eyebrow in a challenge.

“Aren’t you going to ask me my name?” Harrison quipped, ice blue eyes holding her cognac colored ones. He was definitely entranced by her, seeing the sparkle of mischief dancing in the eyes he just couldn’t look away from.

“I would, except I don’t care.” She bit back, causing Harrison’s eyebrows to shoot towards his hairline.

“That’s not very ladylike, now is it, doll?”

“Yes, well it’s not very gentlemanly to spill coke on my boyfriend, so I guess that makes us even.” She was witty and feisty, and Harrison immediately admired that about her. Most girls were expected to sit still and look pretty, but this chick was feisty, refusing to conform to how society wanted her to be. It was noble.

“Fair enough. I’m gonna to get going before your meathead boyfriend comes back.”

“Probably a good idea.” She nodded, an amused smile threatening to spread across her face.

“See you around, Liz.”

“Elizabeth.” She corrected curtly, making Harrison laugh as he sat down with his trouble-maker friends and her boyfriend returned.

Though she tried to fight it, Elizabeth couldn’t help but look over to the handsome young man with blond hair and baby blue eyes. Each time she looked up at him, she found that he was already looking at her, causing her to blush, turning her attention on swirling the ice cubes around her coke, which was sure to have gone flat. Under the table, Viola gave her shin a good kick, making her hiss in pain.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” Viola gave her a stern look, showing that she really didn’t have any choice but to agree, following her best friend into the restroom.

“What’s wrong?” Elizabeth asked once the door was closed safely behind them.

“What’s your bag? You keep looking at that greaser like a ditz! James sees it too.”

“Don’t have a cow, Viola. ‘M not doing anything wrong.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

Viola didn’t appear to be thrilled with her best friend’s response and rolled her eyes before leaving the bathroom, stomping her feet all the way back to the booth. Elizabeth sighed, looking at herself in the mirror before heading back to the table, offering James a fake, tight-lipped smile when he eyed her warily. She stayed quiet through the rest of the meal, remembering that she had wanted some excitement in her relationship, and nothing screamed excitement quite like a bit of drama.

Harrison could feel her eyes burning into him, and he had to bite back the smile that threatened to spread across his lips. Part of him, though, grew a little insecure with himself. She was a good, sweet girl, who deserved someone like the meathead on her arm. Someone who would take good care of her, and keep her out of trouble. What kind of life would Harrison even be able to offer her? He let a soft sigh escape his lips, fighting the urge to glance over at the group of four as they got up from their seats and headed for the diner’s door. Relief washed through Harrison as he realized that at least the worst was over. A few minutes later, Tom had decided he’d had enough and was ready to head home for the night. Harrison let out a huff, feeling calmness take control, knowing that the night would, thankfully, be over soon.

Saying his goodbyes, Harrison waved before climbing into his cherry red Cadillac, his pride and joy. Tom and his brothers drove motorcycles usually, but Harrison preferred his car. Harry hooped and hollered loudly as he tore out of the parking lot of the diner, earning the headshakes from the other three boys. Harrison rolled his eyes, turning the key in his ignition and deciding to take the long way home, enjoying the cool air of the night blowing through his perfectly greased hair. Not too far from the diner, no more than two miles, he noticed a familiar black dress with white polka dots. Even in the dark, he knew it had to be her. Part of his brain told him to keep driving, you’d eventually find your own way home, but instead, he pulled over in front of her, looking at her expectantly as she approached his car. She surprised him yet again as she stuck her nose in the air, stomping right past his Cadillac.

“What are you doing, walkin’ around out here. It ain’t safe for a pretty skirt like you to be off on your own.” He smirked, putting the car back into drive, and allowing it to roll slowly beside her as she walked.

“Leave me alone.” She growled, and he chuckled.

“Where’s meathead?” He teased, making her stop for a second in her tracks, offering him a scoff before picking up her pace.

“I hardly see how that’s any of your business.”

“Oh, come on, doll. Don’t be like that. I’m just trying to help a damsel in distress out.”

“If you must know,” She hisses, glaring at him, but never once slowing her stride. It was impressive. “James asked me to get out of his car.” She added, more quietly now, as if she were embarrassed to admit it out loud.

“Well, that’s no way to treat a lady. Hop in my ride, I’ll take you home.” He smiled that stupid, perfect smile, and Elizabeth rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to do as he asked.

“I’m fine walking, thank you.”

“Oh come on, I’m not trying to score, I’m jus’ trying to help you out. Will you let me help you, Liz?” He asks, and she stops in her tracks, making him pump the breaks suddenly, rocking back and forth in his seat at the abruptness of it. He can tell she’s considering it and smirks before he adds, “I’ll just end up following you the whole way, anyway. What kinda man would I be if I let you walk all alone in the dark?” He blinks at her twice before pouting his bottom lip out for good measure and it works.

“No funny business.” She says firmly, crossing in front of the car before getting into the passenger seat. Harrison’s heart is hammering in his chest and he hates every second of it. The sooner he drops the chick off, the sooner he can go back to feeling normal again.

“What was your boyfriend thinking, dropping a stone fox like you off on the side of the road?” Harrison knew he was likely playing with fire, but he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened in the short amount of time since she’d left the restaurant.

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore.” She grumbled, and Harrison slammed on the breaks in shock, making them both lurch forward and she groaned in protest.

“Sorry, what?” He asked, eyeing her frantically, wanting to make sure he’d heard her right. She rolled her eyes, trying to push the tears that sprung to them away with little success. Harrison cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable with the chick crying in his caddy, putting the car back in drive and heading down the road in the direction she’d been walking.

“He didn’t like the way I was looking at you in the diner. It was going to happen sooner or later. He’s such a square.” She laughed gently, and Harrison was sure his heart all but stopped in his chest at the sound. It was beautiful, melodic, and he hated her so much for having any kind of effect on him.

“Oh? And what way were you looking at me, doll?” He teased, glancing over at her.

“Do you have to take me right home? I’d like to hang out for a little while if that’s alright with you.” Her voice was quiet now as she changed the subject, and Harrison tried to ignore the tear he could see sparkling on her cheek under the lampposts.

“Uh-sure.” he was confused, just a few moments sooner, she’d wanted nothing to do with him, and now she was asking to spend more time with him. “I know a great spot.”

It didn’t take long to get there, five minutes at the most, and he parked his caddy. This spot was at the top of a hill, just outside of town, overlooking the lights from the neighborhood below. The moon was full and bright, creating enough light in the car that they could properly see each other. Even though he’d known what she looked like, he couldn’t help but revel in her beauty, but he frowned when she shuddered. Wordlessly, he reached in the back seat of the car, offering her a blue denim jacket. She smiled at him gratefully, sliding her arms inside it and smelling the sleeves, sighing in content when she could smell him on it.

“Why do you have this?” Her voice was small, and he turned to her, eyebrows furrowing.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“I’ve never seen you wear anything except that leather jacket,” she mumbled, pointing at the jacket he’d been wearing all night, “I’m just surprised that you have this at all. It’s not really your style.” She shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Maybe it’s the leather that’s not really my style.” He mimicked her gesture, allowing his shoulders to nearly touch his ears before dropping them.

Elizabeth was quiet for a little while, playing with a string that was hanging from the right sleeve of her borrowed jacket, and Harrison watched her intently. He was completely enamored with her, helplessly bound by some wordless spell she’d casted on him. He wanted her-needed her- and he realized that it seemed creepy, but he’d do anything, be anything for her. Something about how sweet and innocent she was made him want to protect her from the world around her because she was also sheltered. She hadn’t seen the ugliness around her yet, and he wanted to be there to shield her from it when she did.

“Why did your boyfriend break up with you?” He blurted out, instantly regretting it. He started to apologize when she interrupted him.

“You fascinated me. James was a square, but you, you seemed so exciting. I can’t imagine how dangerous it is to be in that gang, and maybe it shouldn’t be, but it’s all so interesting to me. It seems...exciting.”

“It is exciting. But it’s also dangerous and scary. It’s not a world for a chick like you to be living in.”

“I could handle myself just fine,” Elizabeth growled defensively, and Harrison chuckled to himself as he realized her nose scrunched up a little when she was annoyed. It was cute.

“I know you could. And, I’d love to take you out sometime, but what kind of man would I be if I brought you into my world, knowing how dangerous it could be?” He asked, and Elizabeth fell silent, making him worry just a little. After a few quiet moments, she finally spoke up.

“I’d like to go home now.”

Harrison watched her for another moment, letting out a sigh when she didn’t speak again or even spare so much as a glance his way. He knew that what he was doing was right, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t suck for him. He felt as though he’d finally found a shred of light in the dark, only to quickly snuff the light out himself. The whole way back to her house, Elizabeth refused to say a word to him, and he couldn’t help but kick himself for saying anything when he did. Had he waited just a little longer, the drive back wouldn’t have been so tense, not that he could blame her. Upon pulling into her driveway, she got out of the car, slamming the door closed behind her and making Harrison wince. She’d barely uttered a thank you before going into her house, never to be heard from again. Or so he thought.

Weeks had gone by, and Elizabeth had managed to avoid Harrison at every opportunity she could, but it was only a matter of time before fate took the reigns of their lives, causing them to bump into each other one early Saturday afternoon at the store. Elizabeth had walked there, as she did most places, and Harrison was just out with Tom and his brothers, no doubt picking a few things up on a five finger discount. Ever since that night with Elizabeth, Harrison had found himself second guessing everything he thought he knew. He wanted to say something to you, tell you he was wrong, but he knew if he tried with his friends around, they would never let him hear the end of it. So, he let her slip through his fingers once again.

It was another two weeks before she’d seen Harrison again. She’d been sitting in her bed, flipping through a magazine when she heard a soft thud hit her second-floor window. She ignored it at first, but when it persistently continued, she got up, opening it to see Harrison standing beneath it on the ground. She raised her eyebrows, showing her unamusement and he flashed her his brilliant smile, almost making her cave. Almost. Instead, she crossed her arms, letting a sigh out through her nose, trying not to smirk when his smile faded substantially.

“Look, Liz, I’m sorry!”

“Elizabeth.” She corrected coldly. “What do you want, Harrison?” She hissed, and he flinched, trying to keep his nerve.

“Can you come down? I’ve got some things to say to you.”

“I’m not interested in-”

“Please, Elizabeth.” He interrupted, begging. She let out a huff before heading to her bedroom door, flying down the stairs in record time. She ignored her parents as they asked her what she was doing, opening the door before slamming it behind her in frustration, crossing her arms as she rounded the house to meet Harrison.

“What do you want?” She repeated with a snarl, making him sigh heftily.

“I don’t know.” He answered with furrowed brows, grasping her elbow after she scoffed and turned to walk away. “But, I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m no good at this because I’ve never had to chase a skirt before. I like you, Liz. Hell, I might even love you. Honestly, I have no idea what’s happening to me, and I’m flipping my wig. Look, Liz, I like you. I really, really like you and I was just trying to-”

She rolled her eyes, taking a step forward and pressing her lips firmly to his to interrupt his monologue. He let out a quiet whimper, clearly surprised by her forwardness, which made her smirk into the kiss. His lips were chapped, but Elizabeth didn’t mind at all. He slowly placed his hands on her hips, pulling her into him and sliding his tongue along her bottom lip. She let out a breathless whine, opening her mouth to let her tongue twirl with his. Her heart pounded hard against her ribs, pulling away to catch her breath before looking into his eyes with a soft smile.

“You talk too much.” She whispered, looking at the ground beneath her.

“Your parents aren’t going to like me the way they liked meathead, you know. I’ll be on my best behavior, but it won’t make much difference…” He trailed off, holding your eyes with his.

“I don’t care. I want you.” She whispered, earning another firm kiss to her lips.

Elizabeth had spent far too long with James, knowing that something was missing and having the hardest time figuring out what it was. And while Harrison had mellowed out quite a bit after meeting you, spending a little less time with Tom and his brothers and spending less time hiding or running from the fuzz by consequence. However, he still offered her just the right amount of excitement, making adrenaline pump through her blood in the thrill of it. He loved her, and she loved him, both balancing each other perfectly, as all things should be. Harrison had truly been everything she never knew she needed.

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Kiss Me Goodbye... Chapter 6

Warning(s): swearing,  this is probably trash tbh

Word Count: 3094

A/N: At long long last this chapter is hecking done!!! I’m really super duper sorry this took 5ever to come out. BUT I’m really stoked this chapter is finally out so enjoy and feedback is deeply appreciated!! 💙

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“Now he’s gone. I don’t know why and to this day sometimes I cry. He didn’t even say goodbye. He didn’t take the time to lie.” -Nancy Sinatra

“EEEEEEEEEEEP” The boys all hear Lindsey squeal as they run to the kitchen.

“What? What’s going on?” Tom asks, clearly frazzled.

All she can do is smile and hold onto her phone. Harry quickly snatches the phone from her hands. His eyes went wide.

“He finally grew a pair?” Lindsey smiles even wider and nods.

Harry claps her on the shoulder as Harrison scoffs.

“He did it over text?” And Lindsey nods.

Tom’s eyebrows furrow as he tries to figure out what exactly is going on.

“Chad asked her out, dumbass” Harry chuckles. Tom’s face lights up.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh. Took him long enough,” Haz snaps his eyebrows together and looks at his friend.

“All I’m gonna say, love, is don’t expect everything to be nice and happy and dilly dilly, that type of thing. Shit goes down sometimes, Y’know?” Tom advises her.

She nods.

“Who knows?” Harry adds, “There might be someone better just right in front of you” raising his eyebrows, playfully.

Lindsey giggles.

“Yeah yeah, grass is always greener, I know. I’m gonna go do makeup inventory!” She squeals again.

Throughout the day, Lindsey was buzzing with excitement, searching up various makeup tutorials on youtube and planning everything out appearance-wise. She and Harry did their nails while Tom was there to help her decide what hair to do.

“Haaaaaaaaaz” She groans at her close friend, sitting on her temporary bed.

“What, darling?” He asks with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I’m not gonna just show up naked, you div! I’m being serious! What should I wear?” She asks him holding up two dresses.

Harrison clenches his jaw, muttering “You look absolutely perfect in everything, love”.

Lindsey looks at the floor and smiles, softly.

He sighs. He adores Lindsey, he always had. He just wasn’t happy about the choices she was making at the moment.

“Hello? Earth to Harrison?” Lindsey asks snapping her fingers, pulling Haz out of his trance.

He looks up at her with his bright blue eyes and smiles. “Hmm?” He hums at her quietly.

Lindsey lets out a heavy sigh and sits next to him, laying her potential outfits on the bed, behind him.

“What’s going on with you?” She asks softly, grabbing his hand and lightly running her thumb across it.

He groans. “I hate how good you are at reading people” She laughs, squeezing his hand.

“Yes, I am. Now spill. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Harrison chuckles at his friends interrogation methods. “Do you really need to go out with this guy?” He whispers.

Lindsey’s eyebrows snap together in confusion.

“What do you mean, Haz?” He drops her hand to scratch the back of his neck.

“It’s just-nevermind” He mutters, looking down.

“Harrison look at me,” Lindsey puts her hand on his cheek, tilting his head to meet her gaze.

“You know you can talk to me right?” He diverts his eyes to his lap.

Lindsey squishes his cheeks and nods his head up and down.

“Yes, Lindsey. I understand” She says in a voice imitating his.

Harrison smiles.

“Is that what you think I sound like, love?” He asks with a quirked eyebrow, making her laugh.

As the laughter from the two die down, she lets out a heavy sigh.

“But seriously, I’m not forcing you to talk now cause I gotta get ready, but eventually, talk to me, yeah?”

“Yeah” he mumbles.

Lindsey taps his cheek with her fingers before sitting up and walking off to the bathroom, and all Harrison can do is watch

As the sun sets, Harrison finds himself more and more agitated at the lack of his friend. Clad in a

loose pair of black shorts and a gray tank top, he takes out his anger on the punching bag in front of him. All he can see if her laughing, her smiling, her flirting with someone she barely knows.

Left hook, undercut, blow after blow to the bag of sand in front of him.

He doesn’t know who or what to picture the bag as, but right now, he just needed to get his emotions out. He didn’t even know what to call those emotions.

Jealousy? Love? Lust? You can’t be in love with your best friend, though.

‘That’s rule number one’ Harrison tells himself.

‘You cannot, under any circumstances, fall in love with your best friend’

His swings at the bag grow harder and more sloppy as the thought of the two of them being friends. One final hit to the black cylinder in front of him and he turns around, putting his head in his hands.

The bass of the music resonates in the center of his chest as he gets a sip of water and wipes the sweat from his forehead.

“Hollands are just getting in your head” He mumbles to himself, trying to assure himself to an extent.

“The just keep implying the two of you should date and it’s messing you up” He sighs, shaking his hands.

“You’re Harrison motherfucking Osterfield. You can figure this shit out”

“Well you are looking lovely as ever” Is the phrase that snaps Lindsey out of her thoughts as she sits in the middle of a dimly lit restaurant.

Not super fancy but not terribly cheap either.

“Chad! Hi!” She exclaims, standing up to wrap him in a hug.

Pulling away, Chad furrows his eyebrows. “You haven’t been waiting long, have you?”

Lindsey’s eyes widen.

“Oh my gosh! No, not at all! I just got here, actually”

He smiles.

“Good, good! You wanna sit?”

He gestures to her chair and she reciprocates his smile. The waitress comes over with a small grin.

“What can I get started for you two?”

Lindsey looks at Chad, signaling for him to start.

“Yeah um I’ll take a Jack and Coke and whatever the lady wants”

The waitress turns to Lindsey.

“Just a water with lemon would be great, thanks” She smiles.

The waitress nods and walks away.

“Whiskey?” Lindsey quirks an eyebrow “Fancy”

The two laugh and he brushes his brunette hair out of his face. The waitress comes back with the drinks.

“Have you decided on your main course yet?” Lindsey looks at Chad and they both nod.

“I’ll have the breaded chicken and asparagus for the side please” she starts.

The two ladies look over at Chad, texting away on his phone.

“...And for you, sir?” The waitress prompts him.

Chad looks up with a puzzled look on his face, before studying the expressions around him.

“Oh! I’ll have a hamburger, everything on it and another round of whiskey” He says, flashing a charming smile and handing the waitress the menu.

Lindsey does the same and subtly winces at the man’s pronunciation of ‘whiskey’ knowing the Hollands would grill him for saying it like ‘hwhiskey’.

“So you’re one of those people huh?” Lindsey asks as soon as the waitress leaves.

Chad raises his eyebrows, signaling for her to go on.

“You’re one of those people constantly on your phone?” She continues, rolling her eyes for emphasis.

“What?” Chad asks, clearly shocked.

“No! I mean, yeah I’m on my phone sometimes but not constantly” He defends.

Lindsey nods with her eyebrows raised.

“So how are you?” He asks, setting his phone face up on the table.

Lindsey smiles, takes a sip of her water and nods.

“I’ve been alright. How about you?”

Chad picks up his phone again before putting it back down.

“Sorry this is embarrassing. It’s just my friends want updates every half hour. Y’know when I tell them I have a date with a pretty girl from the coffee shop, their mind instantly goes to ‘she’s a psycho, she’s gonna kidnap you’ when, I don’t think you will. Will you?”

Lindsey smiles and shakes her head.

“I definitely will not kidnap you”

Chad flashes the smile that makes every woman in the room weak in the knees.

“And I, you”

Harrison leans back in his office chair and opens up his laptop in search for another job from Tom. After seeing nothing from his colleague, Harrison is about to close his laptop until he sees an encrypted file.

H+L <3

His mind flashed back to when he made that file to keep all the silly pictures the two of them when they were young, dumb teenagers. He smiles, making sure the door is closed, typing in the password and then scrolling through the pictures of the two of them. He lands on one set looks at the time stamp in the lower right hand corner.

25/7/2013

They were seventeen at the time. The two were at the local pool with the Hollands. Harrison was shirtless and she was in that black bikini he loved to see on her. There was one picture of the two of them just smiling at the camera. Another one showed the two of them still smiling, only he���s looking at her with what Harry eventually called “heart eyes”. The final picture was her kissing him on the cheek. Harrison replicates the big smile depicted in the picture.

He clicks back even more to find a video of him. He clicks on it and instantly smiles at her laughter.

“Alright go, doofus” The young girl giggles behind the camera at her friend.

“Hi” He starts, gesturing with the knife in his hands.

“I’m Harrison Osterfield. And I’m gonna teach you how to cut hot bread”

Lindsey smiles and mutters a soft “You’re gonna poke someone’s eye out with that thing”

Harrison continues.

“As you can see, this is very hot”

He puts his finger on the bread in front of him.

“Ow”

Lindsey tried to muffle her laughter. Harrison playfully glares at her and continues.

“So instead of going with the conventional holding and… that, you’re gonna go… slight, keep tapping, holding”

He taps the bread frequently and then suddenly slams the knife down.

“JESUS CHRIST! HARRISON!” Lindsey screams after being pushed back into reality.

The two teenagers laugh as Lindsey goes to turn off the camera.

Harrison chuckles at the two kids on his computer screen, wishing he could go back to that day. Although the video showed nothing of her face, he pictured her with her infectious laugh and dazzling smile. He slams his laptop down, sighs and rakes his hands through his golden brown curls.

“Well, thank you for tonight, Chad” Lindsey says, standing in front of the mansion’s front door.

Lindsey could’ve sworn she felt like a teenager. Chad has driven her home and even walked her to the mansion doorstep.

“Of course” He says, pushing a stand of her hair before her ear.

The two gaze into each other’s eyes as the nearly magnetic pull brings them closer and closer together. Lindsey cracks a small smile as he leans in even more until their faces were mere millimeters apart and then

“You two done?”

The couple jumps apart from each other to see the one and only Harry Holland leaning against the raised doorway with raised eyebrows. Lindsey turns to glare at the younger man.

“Harry, you know it’s not polite to watch” She playfully mutters.

“Yeah yeah get inside, young lady. Or I’ll get Harrison down here”

Her eyes widen and she chuckles a bit. She gets on her tiptoes and kisses Chad on the cheek.

“Night, Chad” She says, quietly.

She walks into the mansion and punches Harry in the arm, muttering a slight

“Dickhead”.

As Lindsey walks up the stairs to Harrison’s room, Harry and Chad enter a staredown with each other.

“You Lindsey’s brother?” Chad asks matching Harry’s raised eyebrows.

Harry looks the older man up and down before grumbling

“In a sense”

Chad gulps, fearing the confrontation in front of him.

“I-I’m uh, Chad” he stutters, holding his hand out.

All Harry does is scoff and slam the door in his face.

As Lindsey walks up the stairs of the mansion, she passes someone in the bathroom, door ajar and everything. She stops and backs up.

“Harrison?” She asks, softly.

He looks up from what he was doing, meeting her worried gaze. Lindsey looks down to see his ripped up knuckles. She invites herself into the small space with him and closes the door.

“What the hell happened to you, Haz?” She asks, voice laced with anger and worry.

Holding his bruised and bloody hands in hers, she bent down to meet his eyes.

“Harrison?”

“What?” He grumbled back.

“I’m not gonna force you to tell me anything, you know this. But your hands…” She trails off before walking to the cupboard with the first aid kit.

As Lindsey removes the red box, Harrison takes it as a sign to use the toilet as a seat so she can do her work.

“This takes me back” She lightly smiles while bringing the kit over to him.

“May I?” she asks softly, gesturing to his legs.

Harrison nods and slowly she straddles him.

“As always, if my fat ass is smushing you, let me know alright?”

“Hey” he rests his bruised hand on her cheek.

“You know my usual answer to that, don’t you?”

Lindsey sighs, nods and grabs the gauze. She carefully removes Harrison’s hand from her cheek and starts to wrap the thin layers of gauze around it.

“What does it take you back to?” Harrison asks, softly breaking the comfortable silence between the two.

“Hmm?” Lindsey asks, looking up from her work to meet his bright blue eyes.

Harrison chuckles as she grabs his other hand, subconsciously setting the wrapped one down on her thigh.

“You said doing this brought you back. What’d it bring you back to?”

Lindsey laughs and shakes her head.

“Remember Quentin Harroway?” She asks, not even looking up from his hands.

Harrison scoffs.

“Of course I fucking remember Quentin Harroway. Son of a bitch made you come over to my place in fucking tears. Douchebag got what he deserved.”

“Easy, Osterfield he only stood me up and then ghosted me”

“And anyone with a brain would’ve treated you better”

Lindsey laughs.

“Is that your justification for beating the shit outta him?”

“Yep, and I like to think I did a pretty good job at doing so” Harrison smiles back at her.

Lindsey drops his other hand and places her hand on his cheek.

“Never change, Harrison” She whispers, her thumb rubbing against his cheekbone.

Slowly, Lindsey gets off Harrison’s lap. As she starts to walk away, Harrison grabs her wrist and gently pulls her back towards him earning him a gasp.

“Harrison” she whispers, gently pulling her wrist away from him.

“I just want you to know that all this,” He gestures to his hands.

“All of it was just a punching bag. There was no one else on the other side. No one got hurt”

“Besides you” She adds with a cocked eyebrow, causing him to laugh.

“Seriously, Linds. We are being safe. I’m being safe and it’s mainly because I know you’ll chew my ass out like there’s no tomorrow if I’m not”

Lindsey giggles at the last bit and brings Harrison into a big hug.

“Thank you” is all she whispers into his broad chest as he gently rubs his fingers through her hair.

The unidentified man sits in the budget motel room in nothing but dress pants and socks. The curtains are drawn shielding him from the rest of the world. The TV is on, providing a soft ambiance for his running thoughts. Open on his bed are various files, one of a curly, chocolate haired boy with matching eyes and a small birthmark on his upper lip.

Harry R. Holland

The second file had a slightly older man, similar hair and eye color, however there’s a scar on his forehead and he has a sharper jawline. More muscular than Harry but not completely bulky either.

Thomas S. “Tom” Holland

The third of four files is a man, the same age as Tom but that’s all they have in common. This man had caramel brown curls with blonde peeking through to the surface. His eyes were as blue as the sky. If not, they were bluer. His picture is the only one of the four with a smile.

Harrison J. “Haz” Osterfield

The fourth man was much older than the other three. He was taller than the others with less hair than them as well. He was on the chubbier side with the most bone-chilling scowl any man had ever seen. One look from that man and someone could instantly tell him what they deeply desired, what their future plans are and nearly collapse in a puddle all at once.

Gideon N. Fuller - DECEASED

The man’s train of thought is brutally interrupted by the loud sound of his phone ringing. He lets out an agitated groan as he checks the time. Seeing it’s way too late, or technically, early in the morning, he picks up his phone and looks at the caller ID.

Blocked Number

Letting out a heavy sigh, the man answers the call.

“What?” He asks, voice laced with annoyance.

His legs flex attempting to stretch them on the rock-hard mattress.

“Yeah, everything’s going according to plan”

The man sighs, swinging his legs over the floral patterned bed and standing up slowly.

“Yeah we have a location on the Hollands”

He runs a hand through his stringy hair and pours himself another cup of stale, watered down coffee.

“Yeah and the Osterfield boy as well. I’m not a complete moron you know”

The man pulls back the curtain and looks out at the rest of the motel in front of him.

“Yeah it looks like they all live in the same fucking house. That’s pretty stereotypical if you ask me” He laughs and leans against the frame of the window.

“Um yeah actually there was a bit of a problem I needed to run by you” The man pauses, looking back at his files and then back out the window.

“There seems to be a girl who’s been staying with them”

Another pause happens as the man quickly paces back to the bed, flipping through the files until he finds yet another connection between the four men.

“Yes I know, I’ll take care of them all” and then the man laughs.

“What’s so funny?” He repeats the question into his phone speaker.

“You’ll just have to see for yourself when you get here” He chuckles as he circles the phrase at the bottom of the files in red sharpie

Known Associate(s): Lindsey M. Fuller

TAGLIST

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Everything

@og-baby-ob14 @were-all-gay-down-here @girlreaderr

@saturn-aka-six @theasexualbunny @random-stuff-18 @marvelismylifffe @Spiderdudeparker @summertime-acoustic

Haz

@brighterhollands @upsidedownparker @the-queen-procrastinator @desir-ae

@mischiefmanaged49

Kiss Me Goodbye

@tomshufflepuff

Groupchat

@grace-wheeze @lamptracker @girl-in-the-chair @casualprincess77  @musiclover1263 @sendspidermanpics

[disastrousbarnes]

Stolen Dance (3)  Beckett Cain P.O.V

Jazz 1 / Chapter 1 / Jazz 2/ Jazz 3/ Chapter 2 / Jazz 4 / Jazz 5

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Pairing: Beckett Cain (OC) x Jasmine Rogers (OC, Steve Rogers daughter)

Summary: Beckett left for college 2 years ago. Breaking thing of with his girlfriend Jazz. He thought he was over her, but now that he is reminded of her existence, he isn’t sure. Will he reach back out? Will she respond?

Authors Note: I just felt like responding with my gorgeous boi Beckett’s P.O.V FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED.

Word count: 1125

Chapter title: Gin and Vanilla Coke

*ping*

We are half way trough dinner and I am drunk as hell, when my phone screen lights up. I am about to complain, because this means I have to do the dishes, when I see that it’s a snap from Jazz. Without giving it a second thought I grab my phone. She responded.

It was a video of her, acting offended because I wasn’t sharing my pie with her.

I didn’t wait a single moment to respond. “Oh my dear Jassssmine,” I didn’t realize I was slurring my words. “My friends want pie too, I’ll make you some when I am back home. LOVE YOU.” I was probably going to regret the ‘love you’ tomorrow, but right now it felt like the right thing to say.

“Damn Beck, I thought you guys broke up 2 years ago?” Maia says, wiggling her eyebrows.

I nod, barely taking in what she says. “I just love her.”

I feel Ingmar’s hand running over the small of my back, “Cain, I think you might have had enough to drink.” He was only joking, of course. I hope he was, because I had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

 Okay I should have stopped when Ingmar told me so. It’s 3 A.M and I am hanging over the toilet, puking my guts out. Fuck, I really shouldn’t be drinking gin half and half with vanilla coke. You don’t really taste the alcohol anymore, but believe me it’s still there. Especially if all you’ve eaten is a chocolate croissant and some chicken.

I hear a soft knock against the door. “Beckett?” It’s Benji.

“Yes.” I say, though it probably sounds more like a groan.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“Oh, well you sound like shit.”

“I am-” I was going to tell him I am fine when I feel another wave of nausea hit me. Not even 5 seconds later I am back to puking.

The door opens and Ingmar sits down next to me, holding what looks like a glass of water. “Hey buddy,” he says, his tone soft and gentle. “I brought you some water, you want it?”

I nod, eager to get this gross taste out of my mouth. “I am so sorry.”

“Why, we’ve all gotten way to drunk before and you’ve always been the one to take care of us.”

 I don’t remember leaving the bathroom, but the next morning I wake up in my own bed. The curtain is closed, thank god.

I reach over to grab my phone, from the nightstand, but instead I find a glass of water and an aspirin. That’s probably better anyway.

The clock on the wall shows it is 10 a.m. SHIT. IT’S MONDAY.

I ignore my hangover and the urge to puke and start running around the apartment. Class started half an hour ago. When I get downstairs I almost run straight into my Christmas tree.

 Wait a second….. It’s winter break, there is no class this week.

I want to drop onto the floor and stay there. Instead I make the wise decision to grab a carton of my favorite ice cream and lay down on the couch.

Sanne was right, ice cream is the best cure for a hangover. That and water of course. Sanne is Alex’s mom. The wife of the great Bucky Barnes, the winter soldier. She was also our sex ed teacher and my very first crush….  Yes I had a crush on one of my best friends mom, don’t judge okay. I was 12.

Now I am 21 and still definitely see she isn’t ugly, but I also know she’s 42. And married, too the most dangerous assassin on the 90’s.

I was busy binge watching Suits on Netflix, so I didn’t have to search for something to watch. Thank god, because I really don’t have the energy for that. I still didn’t have my phone and I honestly don’t care at this point.

What could I possibly be missing anyway. Expect for a response to me telling Jazz I FUCKING LOVE HER!

Fack, fack fack. I want to jump infront of a train, what kind of creep drunk snaps their ex they LOVE THEM. That’s not a normal people move. That’s a pathetic loser that isn’t over his ex, kind of move. Look I am not over Jazz, but I amen’t that pathetic. Well apparently I am, because I did snap her. She must think I am some crazy weirdo. She just responded to my pie picture and I send her a full blown love confession.

The worst part isn’t even that I send it, I mean I was clearly drunk. It’s that I meant it. I do still love her. Not the way I love Gia, my other ex, no the way you your partner. The way I’ve loved her since the second we got together.

God she had been 15, almost 16 and I was 19. It felt so wrong and I knew I probably shouldn’t do it. Scrap that. I knew I definitely shouldn’t do it, but I was young and she was gorgeous and Caleb’s, Alex’s brother, best friend. Also Alex ex’s little sister, but we got together and broke up first. Not that it’s a competition….

I have a shitload of great memories with that girl, but my favorite has to be when I drove her home that very first time. I had played Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls on repeat. As I always do and she hadn’t complained, not once. It was that moment I decided I was going to charm her into liking me. Let’s just say that worked 😉

We were together for little under a year, only broke up because I was moving to Texas and she was going into senior year. Neither of us deserved to go through that with strings attached, unable to truly enjoy it, knowing we had commitments on the other side of the country.

If given the chance I wouldn’t have done it differently, it was the right choice. That doesn’t mean I’ve never regretted it though.

God she’s probably moved on already, I think remembering the guy in one of her insta pics.

 And just like that I fall into a deep spiral of internet stalking a guy named Gabriel. He looks a shit load like Tate, but in the words of the fake blond king himself; ‘No one is hotter than me, Tate Harrison Bishop. I am gods best creation. Well except maybe Alex. I guess.’ He was drunk when he said it, but when we reminded him of his words, he used them as his graduation quote.

Anyway, Jazz was probably dating him and I was the pathetic loser stalking his ex’s boyfriend.

[hollands-poppet]

Dancing with Our Hands Tied Part 2// Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom Holland is your best friend and your roommate, but you both have undisclosed feelings for each other.

Word count: 5K 💛

A/N: Okay, so I had a bit of writer’s block writing this but it was fun writing it..also I’m sort of following the current timeline of what is happening starting a little bit before June of 2018. Also, I was gonna do a taglist but its a lot of work for me and I’m already stressed about it so I’m just not gonna do one for this one. Anyway, enjoy!! One more thing, I want to thank @ladybirduris and @thedaydreamingwriter for helping me guide the story. Love y’all 💛

Warnings: cussing I think, angsty af, fluff and I proofread but not really..italics is flashbacks, and italics and bold is the song the fic is based off of 

Prologue Part 1

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Y/N had a long shift today, being an on set artist was something that nobody really understood unless you were in that position. She had a gig working on a magazine cover that her friend Jake had booked for her, and it was a nightmare. The star that she had done makeup for was not even worth the mention, they were so rude and mean to all of the crew and especially to Y/N.

Not all celebrities were like that though, you’ve had the proof in front of you all along, your most humble celebrity friends were Zendaya and Tom, and you also happened to be living with them too. When you arrived home that day though, you weren’t expecting for Tom to home early. Well it was actually almost midnight which was kind of early for you to be home but your roommate usually wouldn’t return til the next day if he won’t out with his girlfriend.

Once you entered your flat, you noticed his wallet and keys were on the kitchen counter which was odd. “Tom?” You let out as you close the front door and lock it, putting your bag of McDonalds and your drink next to his items that lie on the counter. “Tom?” You say again as you start unbuttoning your coat, moving your neck in circular motions to relieve the stress.

He wasn’t responding which you didn’t really think much of so you go to your room, and drop your coat on the floor and change into something more comfy. Your pull up your sweats, and your off the shoulder burgundy shirt..this felt like heaven. She slid on her slippers and tied her hair into a bun while walking to the kitchen, and as she starts to dig thru her food, she hears her roommates door open.

“Hey Tom, I got a 40 piece of you’re-” she turns around while holding a box of nuggets only to find him visibly upset, his eyes red from probably crying. He just stands there with his hands in his sweat pockets, breathing in deeply to keep his throat from burning “hey..y/n.”

She sets the nuggets on the counter and quickly makes her to her roommate, her hands landing on his shoulders “Hey hey, are-are you alright?” His hands move from his pockets to your grab your hands, “Yeah, just stupid relationship stuff.”

He clears his throat, “you mentioned a 40 piece?”

Tom moves past you and to the kitchen counter, grabbing a box of nuggets and buffalo sauce. Y/N follows and sits on a stool with her own set of nuggets, “y’know..” you break the silence “we can talk about it if you want.” He dips his nugget into his sauce, and relaxes his shoulders “I just- she is just so- she can’t stand that I’m friends with Zendaya and we can’t help but argue about it each time.”

Y/N sits there and just listens to her friend’s relationship troubles. As a friend who understands where Tom is coming from, she can’t seem to grasp why his partner was making it so complicated when he is truly in love with her. And vice versa for Tom, him and Z were just friends...nothing more. He was tired of always fighting, the nagging and he knew he was falling out of love but it’s hard to let go of somebody you’ve grown close to.

It was almost a routine to Tom, if that makes sense. He didn’t know if he was ready to let go of her, but having you here made him feel better. You didn’t have to buy him nuggets, you didn’t have to sit here and listens to problems but you were. And that was something that he couldn’t be more appreciative of.

Y/N takes a sip of her coke and after she sets it down, reaches across the counter to touch his hand “Tom, you’re an amazing guy..” his eyes shoot up at yours, your touch making him feel some type of way and you knew deep down how you felt about him.

“And..” the only sound besides your voice is a cricket and the cars driving down the street. She wanted to admit it but maybe right now wasn’t that moment to express your feelings. Y/N removes her hand from his, she starts tucking a hair behind her ear “and if she doesn’t realize that she’s pushing you away...then she doesn’t deserve you.”

Tom let’s out a crooked smile, he believed you because he knew he deserved better. It was reassuring especially coming from you, you mattered a lot to him, you’d become his best friend over the last few months so your opinion was important. It wasn’t the exact answer he wanted to hear from you but it would do.

He looked back down at his nuggets, “Uhm, thanks by the way..this food is definitely going to hit the spot.” Y/N takes a bite of a fry, “I got you, Holland.”

You stared at Tom and the ex you’ve known about since you’ve met him, they looked...cute which caused your stomach to turn. The knot in your stomach getting tighter as they both giggled together, you stare at them for a couple of more seconds until you turn on your heels. She shoves her bikini back into her bag, “Harrison, why the fuck would you bring me to a party with HER here?” Y/N emphasizes her as in his ex, as in she who shall not be named.

Haz takes a drink from his beer and puts one of his hands on your shoulders, “We didn’t know she was coming..Tuwaine brought her, Tom didn’t even know she was coming. I swear.” She looks into the blonde’s blue eyes, she could tell he was being honest but she didn’t like the energy she was bringing upon herself from just seeing her that she was in love with. Still, her anxiety was building up inside her chest so she grabs Haz by one of his ears and drags him towards the exit of his backyard.

“Ow, ow..” Haz whispers while in your grasp, his hand goes to your waist and pinches you causing Y/N to let go of his. She turns back around, “Harrison..” she moves towards her with her hands in a praying position, “I need you to take me back to the airport..now!” The blonde’s eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his own spit, “Are you crazy? I’m not doing that, as Tom’s assistant and best friend.. I am not allowing that!” He sets his foot down, beer in hand and his other hand resting on his waist.

Y/N rolls her eyes and chuckles as the same time “You know what, Where’s Zendaya? Maybe a real friend can take me..” She remarks as she pulls out her phone to call her her friend but she didn’t need to, Z was already about two feet away and at that same moment the hairs on her arms literally shoot up as she hears His familiar voice she was trying to avoid. Not because Y/N didn’t want to hear him but she couldn’t face Tom..not right now. Not without a good explanation about why he was talking to his ex. So what does she do? What is her first fucking extinct? What is the first thing she does that she thinks will make her roommate/lover jealous? Her first extinct is to fucking grab her best friend by the face, and plants a kiss right on Z’s lips.

Y/N is immediately pushed off by her friend, Z lets out an awkward chuckle, “Are you on crack?” You try to avoid eye contact with everybody, what the fuck.. you just kissed Zendaya. A mess.

You clench your stomach and keep eye contact on the ground, “I’m gonna be sick.” She pushes past her whole friend group and makes her way into house, blindly looking for the bathroom.

Y/N spots Haz’s mom in the house and asks for the washroom, which she kindly leads you to. As soon as you make it into the restroom, your hands grip the sink. She makes eye contact with herself, “What is wrong with you? What, why did I do that?” She talks to herself in her reflection, why would she even think that kissing Z would make Tom remotely jealous.

The bigger question was WHY WAS HIS EX HERE? That’s all you wanted to know, you hear a knock at the door, “go away.” The knocks get louder, “please go away.”

“y/n...it’s me, open up.”

You decide to open the door when you hear the voice on the other side, it was your friend that you had just kissed.

Zendaya opens the door and slides in, immediately sitting on the sink “dude what happened out there?” You shake your head, and plop yourself on the toilet..head in your hands “I don’t know, I just wanted to make Tom jealous.. I guess.”

She jumps off the sink, and kneels in front of you “You..like him?” Y/N looks up from her palms and into her friend’s face, “I think..I think I love him but like I’m in love with him.” Before she can respond, Y/N

Z immediately hugs you, and as she pulls back she bites her lip “I’m gonna be honest...Tom told me about what happened.” Your eyes shoot open, “Are you serious? Why did you wait until now to say something?”

She scratched her shoulder as she got up from her knees, she was looking down at you “because I didn’t know you loved him in that context, he didn’t-”

Y/N stands up from the toilet seat, “he didn’t what, z?” She doesn’t respond, “Z?”

There is a pause, “I don’t know if he’s in love with you...y/n.” You don’t really react, what did you expect? His girlfriend or ex or whatever she is was here and it made sense, right?

“Is he back with her?” Z shrugs her shoulders, “I’m not sure about that but I can say that she really wasn’t invited. Tuwaine brought her, even Tom was shook to see her to to be honest.”

Y/N figured everyone was being real but it was just an ugly feeling to be in the presence of somebody that you’ve known has hurt the guy you loved.

There is another knock on the door, “go away.” This time Z sort of ignores you and opens the door, Haz coming in with a new beer in hand “I got good news.” He takes a sip he makes his way towards you and throws his arm around your shoulder, “Tom’s ex is gone, Tuwaine and her dipped.”

Zendaya smiles, “See Y/N! You’ll be fine now, you can party comfortably now.”

“I don’t want to party, I just want to go back to the house and sleep.” You remark as you start making your way towards the door, but you’re stopped by Z grabbing your hand, “Y/N, just throw on your bikini and make your way out there..she’s gone.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, and then removes Haz’s arm from her shoulder “Fine, I’ll get in the bikini but I can’t promise-”

Haz interrupts, “Just change into it, we’ll be outside.” He and Zendaya exit the room as you throw your bag on the floor, and you tug at your hair. You had just made a fool of yourself in front of everyone and now you have to go back out there and face all of them.

Great. Just awesome.

You change into the black bikini, and before you exit the restroom you take another look at yourself in the mirror. Well, here goes nothing.

-

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Once Y/N made her way to the backyard, the amount of people had decreased. It went from about 30 people to about 15 people, it became more intimate. Everyone was gathered at the beer pong tables, Haz and Jacob setting up for a game of Rage Cage.

“Aye, Y/N! Come play this round!” Jacob yells as you’re setting down a bag one of the lounging chairs, “I’ll pass, I’m gonna take a dip.” He doesn’t respond, all she could think to herself is that Jacob bugged her so bad to bring her bikini down so she was going to go for a swim.

She kneels down to untie her black converse, and slips them off to the side of the lounge chair.

“so you and Zendaya huh?”

Y/N shoots to look back, she levels herself with the  guy she hadn’t seen in two weeks. She crosses her arms and scoffs, “shut up, Tom.”

“I see you’re trying to get me jealous.” He takes a drink from his beer, he chuckles with the liquid in his mouth. She pulls her hair back, and sighs “You know how I feel about her..and no I wasn’t..” she clears her throat nervously. “I wasn’t trying to make you jealous.”  

“Then why would you kiss Z? It just doesn’t make any sense to me.” And he genuinely wanted to know, why would the girl he just hooked up with not more than a month ago kiss her friend? He was just trying to make sense of it, but it sort of clicked when he thought about his ex being here not too long ago.

“Oh god, no..Y/N.. her.. Tuwaine, she just stopped by to say hi..” she just looks down, she didn’t want to look into his eyes. It was embarrassing, she had almost given all of herself to him that night in the flat and to see someone that he used to do what you did with him was upsetting.

She plays with her fingers, what could she do? She seen what she seen and they did what they did and she was gonna move past it..well at least try too.

“It’s fine, Tom..I didn’t know what to expect, it’s not your fault.” He leans in for a hug but she moves to the side, “that’s for not calling me.” His jaw drops for a second before he lets out a hopeful smile.

Y/N walks past him towards the pool, “By the way I don’t appreciate you ignoring me for two weeks.” He takes another sip from his beer, “Come on, I didn’t avoid you and it’s a two way street.. you could’ve called me too.”

You pursed your lips, “I mean...I guess you’re right but you know how I feel-”

“How do you feel love..hm?” His left eyebrow shot up, he knew what he was doing. You take a step forward, “Don’t make me say it, Tom.” He smirks, “Say what?”

He was being a smart-ass, but the ball was in his court. It’s been in his court for weeks, you didn’t know how he felt but him asking for confirmation seemed to trigger you a hit. So, you bring your hands to his chest and push him back.

And you don’t push him too hard, just enough for him to lose his balance. As he starts tipping back into the pool, he manages to grab your arms and before you knew it you were being pulled into the pool with him.

The cold water hit your body like a ton of bricks, you start making your way to the surface and finally find some air. When you push your hair out of your face, you notice Tom already laughing.

“Oh, Holland, you’re gonna get it.” You say as you move your way towards him, starts to splash you as you make your way towards him.

Y/N and Tom start to play wrestle in the water, Tom grips her wrist so that she can’t move. She’s kicking her legs under the water, trying to get out of his grip, his hands move from her wrist to her waist.

He reels her in as she pushes against him, “Tom, stop.” She’s giggly as his grip around her waist is causing her to feel ticklish. Y/N realizes that he’s stopped playing, and is just carrying her in the water.

“I did miss you, Y/N. I’m glad you’re going to be here.” He smiles as holds you tighter, as much as she is upset she can’t help but just want to melt into is arms. She tries to play off the fact that he is holding her, “Oh, you really have a nice way of showing it.”

“Come on, darlin’, you know I did..and I know you did too.” His hand puts wet hair behind your ear, and slides back down to your hips. “It’s my birthday, be nice.” Y/N gives up pushing him away, “Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I have to talk to you.”

“Hey, you two! Smile!” Y/N and Tom turn their heads to find Jacob with her phone pointing in their direction, Tom pulls you closer as if you weren’t already close. He whispers in your ear, “Come on, for me.” She wraps her arms around his neck, faces the phone and talks through her smile, “Don’t think I’ve forgiven you.” And when Jacob’s flash goes off, you quickly push Tom away and scurry out of the pool, leaving him there wanting more of you than you thought he did.

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The next couple of weeks were grueling, between going back and forth from working on Zendaya on set and a couple of other gigs that you would book in between...lets just say the month went by really fast. You only seen Tom three times since his birthday party, he was busy filming his stuff, and you were busy doing your things. But the three times you seen each other was either brief or long depending on the day.

If Zendaya and Tom had a scene together, then you were probably there all day but you and him didn’t really talk. He was in his zone and you were  in yours, the other times were brief run ins at your temporary home. You would get home from the Spider-Man set and then leave for another gig that you had.  

There were times where you would only get about an hour of sleep each night, it was ugly. So when your day off came, you were excited to be able to sleep.

The house situation first worried you when you got there but you were almost never there except to sleep, shower and then head out again. But today, today was different because you were got to  sleep in, relax on the couch with a pink drink and some pasta while catching up on the beauty guru’s tea on YouTube. That sounded like heaven to Y/N’s ears.

Y/N also didn’t realize the amount of clout that the photo of Jacob took of her and Tom would get her which she wasn’t really about. The first time Tom had ever posted about Y/N made his fandom rip her a new one, they all assumed that she was his girl which also caused friction between Tom and his ex.

She wasn’t going to worry about that today though, she was going to stay off of her phone and just forget about everything.

She woke up to an empty home, she didn’t know where everyone had gone. Z and Jacob were gone, and no sight of Tom and Haz anywhere. Once she reached the kitchen, she noticed a pink grande size Starbucks drink sitting on the table that sat on top of a note.

Thought you might like to wake up to this. -Tom

The ice was already melted so it’s been sitting for awhile, you couldn’t help but think how sweet Tom was for bringing this to you. You gladly sipped your warm drink as you prepped the water for your pasta, you turned the radio on that sat in the kitchen. Hayley Kiyoko’s Curious  came on, and you just left it, it was peaceful enough for you.

Y/N grabbed her drink that sat on the counter and made her way to the living room couch, being able to start relaxing was definitely on the agenda. But as soon as her back hit the couch, the front door opened.

“Y/N?!” She brings herself up with one of her elbows, “Harrison?” She takes a sip from her drink as she turns her body to look at him.

“You’re finally awake.” He comes towards the couch, he has his keys in hand and he shoved them in his pockets. She takes another sip from her drink, “finally? What time is it?” She looks around for her phone but she left it in her room.

“It’s almost 5.” He exclaims while he grabs a couple of things from the coffee table, y/n is shook but not really. She knew she was tired but dang did she really sleep in.

“Oh well..I’ll be here watching some YouTube while eating my fettuccine Alfredo.” Y/N lays down and takes a sip from her drink, “so bye now.” She closes her eyes until she’s shaken by Harrison like the way Shrek shakes Fiona when she’s faking her sleep.

“The fuck Haz?”

“The fuck is right, get up. You’re coming with me.” He shoves a portable charger into his pocket while he’s pulling you off the couch by your legs, “Haz,

Stop! It’s my day off, I don’t want to go?!”

He lets go of your legs, and he sets his hands on his waist, “I’m under strict instruction by Zendaya and Jacob that I can’t tell you where we’re going and your presence is wanted there tonight.” She re-adjusts herself on the couch, “Mm, no it’s okay. I’m gonna chill here.”

Haz disappears for a few moments, you open your eyes to peak and see where his where about are and he isn’t in sight. She begins to get comfy in the couch, and sinks into it but then remembers she can’t fall asleep because of the water boiling on the stove.

But her eyes begin getting heavier and heavier, it feels so good just to relax. That is...until Harrison Osterfield decides to throw some clothes on you, instantly causing you to shoot up.

“You’re coming with me whether you like it or not y/n..we already paid for your ticket..” She takes off the clothing that was thrown on top of her, “You guys bought me a ticket? Haz, can you just tell me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I mean I could but that would ruin his whole-” he stops, “I’ve said too much, just get dressed.. you have 5 minutes!” Haz doesn’t even take another minute to talk to her, he makes his way to the kitchen to turn off her boiling water.

Y/N looks down at the clothing that was tossed at her...okay Haz didn’t exactly have the best taste because the outfit he got you literally was just...ugly. She grabs the whole outfit, and starts to walk up the stairs, “Where are you going?”

She turns around and looks down at him, “I’m sorry Haz, I just don’t like this outfit. I’ll meet you outside.” She turns around and makes it to her room, he could care less if she picked a new outfit as long as he got her to come..just like he had promised his best friend.

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Y/N held her mirror steady as she was applying her lip liner, she begins to shake not being able to hold still, “Okay Haz, keep driving crazy why don’t ya?”

The blonde laughs as he slows down a bit, “Sorry, I’m not used to having a girl put on makeup in the passenger seat.” Y/N rolls her eyes as she applies a light layer of her satin lipstick, “you know, you still haven’t told me where we’re going..”

He flips on the A/C, “Yeah, I know. You’ll see in a few minutes, it’s supposed to be a surprise.” She listened to his voice as she scrolled through her Instagram, “oh you mean, we’re going to this Lovebox Music Festival?”

Haz frowns his eyebrows and looks at you a couple of times, “I didn’t say we were going..Did I?” She rolls only of her eyes, and flashes her phone screen to him. It’s Jacob’s story holding wristing bands for which clearly read the festivals name on it.

“What a div!” He shakes his head, and only moments later does his phone ring. “So you’re kidnapping me to a festival?” He runs his hand through his blonde curls, one hand still on the wheel “Tom wanted to surprise you..”

Y/N sits back in her seat and it’s quiet between the two. She felt happy that Tom wanted to do this but there were still unanswered questions between them, maybe those can and would get answered tonight? After a whole ass month of nothing happening between them both, maybe they would finally have closure tonight.

Parking was a mess, you and Harrison parked far as fuck so you both had to walk about 20 minutes til you go to the venue. Once you guys got in, it was a smooth sailing from there, you were approached by Zendaya, Darnell, Jacob, Tony and a couple members of the cast you didn’t know.

The first thing Y/N did was hug Z, surprisingly nobody was coming up to them which was cool. Most of these people were here to watch artist perform, not to celebrity hunt.

“Ah, you made it.” She turns around to the familiar voice that would greet them in their home back in LA. Tom is approaching you with two beers in hand, you weren’t sure if one was for him or the both were.

“Yeah, Haz practically dragged me out here.” She elbows Haz in the side as he laughs, “Well, come on let’s go and find a spot.” The group starts to walk, they’re all ahead of you both..not too far but you and Tom are loosely following behind.

Tom extends his left arm to you, offering the beer in his hand. She wasn’t usually a beer person but she took it for the sake of the aesthetic. It’s a little awkward for a moment, being with your roommate that you hooked up with and not remotely having a conversation with him for a while was weird.

He breaks the silence with a clear of his throat, “You look nice.” She tucks a hair behind her ear, “Mmthanks, Haz picked out some ugly outfit earlier so I had to change.” He chuckles, “sounds like Haz..but uh, I’m glad you came.”

Tom shoves his free hand in his pocket, he’s nervous. He doesn’t know if you’re still upset about what happened but he wanted to make up for it today, show you that he really did care about you.

Y/N is blushing by the time the group has picked a spot, it’s sort of unspoken. It just happened to be that they stopped and so did you both, “I’m glad I did too, I mean I was basically kidnapped but-”

He scratches the back of his head, “I know, I’m sorry about that but I couldn’t just leave you at the house alone.” Her hand creeps up his arm, and rests on his shoulder “Well…” she bites her bottom lip, “you could’ve joined me.” They both laugh in sync and as she pushes him lightly.

The performer is about go on which is Childish Gambino, who also just happened to work on the last Spider-Man movie. You turn your head “Is that rumor true about you not knowing Donald Glover is Childish Gambino true?” And before he could reply you’re shoved into Tom by everyone in the crowd.

The audience is going wild because the set is about to start, the crowd starts coming in which bringing Y/N and Tom closer to the group and with each other. The lights go out, you’re in Tom’s arms from being shoved. Both of your beers falling on the floor from the impact of the crowd. 

I'd kiss you as the lights went out.

It’s bringing you and Tom closer together, so close that his arms are wrapped around you, his hands resting on your lower back. You’re both moving together, not sure what moves to make next.

Swaying as the room burned down

Although everyone is moving around you, it feels like you’re the only two are the only ones in the venue.

I'd hold you as the water rushes in

Y/N decides her next move, her hands moving from his waist to his collarbone. Her chuck taylors moving closer to his, she’s tiptoeing up so that she can find his lips. Her hand running through his hair, his hand creeping up her neck and to her cheek.

At this point, Y/N and Tom both had the same idea and she wasn’t sure if she was being paranoid but the flash from everyone around her was making her sweat but she didn’t care. 

If I could dance with you again 

Their lips so close to touching, both of them have butterflies in their stomach. The feelings that both of them have been holding in for a while finally coming back to life, their lips finally touching.

They’re both deep in their kiss, until Y/N pulls away..her hands still around his neck.. “Tom?”

He leaves a kiss on her forehead, “Hm?” she brings her mouth closer to his ear, the crowd cheering growing louder, “I have to tell you something.” His hands come up to her cheeks, holding them tight, he brings their noses together “What is it?”

She bites her bottom lip, her hands beginning to shake from being so scared “I..” she looks down and then back into his eyes, “I love you, Tom..like a lot.” His hands still wrapped around her cheeks, he sighs the lights from the stage lighting up their faces, “I care about you but..”  

But we were dancing

Dancing with our hands tied

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A/N: Soooo, what’s gonna happen next? The angst has only started babes...OKAY Y’ALL! PLEASE SOUND OFF IN MY ASKS! I’ll take any advice, theories, suggestions..please feedback is key! also love y’all, hope you’re enjoying this fic so far.ALSO, I know I said I was gonna start a permanent taglist and taglist for this but it’s always just sooo much work haha but I'm working on it, I promise!!!  -Amy 💛

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[musicalburrage]

a party surprise

“Let’s go! Come on, Ellie!” Megan shouts.

“I’m coming, hang on,” Ellie says as she grabs her bag before making a run to the front door. “I’m ready.”

“Yeah, come on, we can’t be late to this party that I know nothing about.” You laugh.

“I know almost nothing about it either!” Megan says. 

“You still know more than me.”

“Alright children, stop bickering. Be safe and phone me or someone else to pick you up if you’re drinking.” Ellie’s mother says.

“Will do, Mrs Taylor!” You say as you leave. The three of you get into Ellie’s car before she drives you to the location of the party. No more than ten minutes later you pull into a street that had some nice houses. It isn’t hard to work out where the party is - there are university-aged people drinking alcohol outside. Ellie parks a few houses away and the three of you walk to the house. Ellie says hello to people she knows whereas you and Megan just smile politely since neither of you knows anyone. It isn’t your first time in London, however, this trip is a “sleepover” and not an actual trip. Ellie is studying at Cardiff University where she met you and Megan, and the three of you formed a bond. You were now staying in Ellie’s house for the bank holiday weekend. Ellie drags you into the kitchen area.

“Let’s get drinks!” She says. “What do you want?”

“I’ll have anything alcoholic,” Megan laughs. “What about you Y/N?”

“Just a coke, please.”

“You’re no fun!” Ellie laughs as she hands you a can of coke. “Let’s dance!” 

She drags Megan into the empty space in what looks like a dining room. You decide not to dance, so you start walking around, trying to find somewhere quieter, before walking into the lounge area. You look around the room and note an unusual amount of Spider-Man figures.

“Must be a big Spider fan, I guess,” You say to yourself.

“You could say that.” You turn around to face someone that you didn’t expect to see tonight. “Hi, I’m Harrison.”

“Uh, hi. I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Now I think about it, he probably has too much Spider-Man stuff in our living room, right?”

“This is your house?” You ask. That makes sense, you think, if Tom Holland lives here then the Spider-Man merchandise makes so much sense. 

“Yeah, I live here with my mate, Tom.” He smiles. “Who are you here with?”

“Ellie. Ellie Taylor.” 

“Oh, she and Tom used to train together. They’ve known each other for ages.” Harrison says. “Think he had a crush on her for a while but he’s over her now, thank god.”

“Thank god?”

“Yeah, I mean… you know her, you know what she’s like.”

“She's… a lot,” You sigh.

“Yeah, exactly!” Someone calls Harrison's name. “Better see what they want. Make yourself at home! It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“You too.” You smile as you watch Harrison walk away.

“Who was that?” Megan asks as she and Ellie appear next to you. 

“Uh, Harrison. Harrison Osterfield.” You reply. “He lives here.”

“He’s the host?” Megan asks.

“He’s the roommate.” Ellie slurs. “He looks nice tonight, right? Maybe I should go talk to him.”

“Okay, enough alcohol, El.” You tell her, taking away her beer can.

“I agree!” Megan laughs, knowing how Ellie got flirty and clingy when drunk. “Maybe we should get you home?”

“Good call, Meg. I’ll call Mrs Taylor.” You say and you leave the room, trying to find a place with a signal in the house.

“Nothing.” You sigh as you walk through the hallway.

“Go upstairs, you’ll get signal up there.” Someone says behind you and you immediately recognise his voice. You slowly turn around, praying that you don’t make a fool of yourself.

“Thanks, uh, anywhere in particular?” You ask, not looking him in the eye. 

“Try the landing, but if not, the bathroom and master bedroom have a good signal. Hopefully, both rooms, especially my bedroom are empty.” He laughs. “I’m Tom, by the way. It’s my house.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom.” You smile. “I’m Y/N.”

“Let me show you upstairs,” Tom says and gestures just outside of the living room area where the stairs are. Both of you slowly walk upstairs. You continue checking your phone, looking for a signal to be able to phone Ellie’s mother. 

“Anything?” Tom asks when you reach the top.

“Uh, no.” You frown. Tom tries opening what you assume is the bathroom door but finds it locked. 

“Follow me.” He says as he starts walking to his bedroom. As he opens the door he’s greeted by the sight of his brother, Sam and his girlfriend, Elysia sitting on Toms bed, talking. You recognise both of them from Instagram posts. “Thank god it’s you two. I hoped it would be empty but this is fine.”

“Who’s this, Tom? Look, El, the movie star finally has a girl!” Sam asks his brother with a smirk on his face.

“Sam! Leave him alone. Come on,” Elysia says with an apologetic smile on her face.

“This is Y/N, she needs to phone someone. Piss off, Sam.” Tom grumbles.

“Is that all?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, it is actually.” You say with a smile.

“We’ll get out of here to give you some quiet then,” Elysia says. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“You too. Both of you.” They leave the room and Tom sits on his bed. You open up the phone app and click on Mrs Taylor’s contact. You put the phone up to your ear and it rings. Tom looks at you and you nod signalling that you have a signal.

“It’s ringing.” You say. Tom smiles, then gets out his own phone and starts looking on there.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You hear Mrs Taylor ask.

“Yes, it’s me. Can you come to get us now? Ellie is, well, really drunk.” You explain. Toms ears prick up at the mention of Ellie, so that’s who you’ve come with. “Do you want us to meet you somewhere or?”

“No, I’ll come to the house. I’ll be there in ten minutes, Y/N.” Mrs Taylor says. “Don’t leave Ellie alone!” 

“See you in a bit!” You hang up and turn to see Tom looking at you. You blush lightly and Tom smiles. 

“All sorted?"

“Yeah.” You nod. “Thank you.”

“So, who’s coming to get you? Your boyfriend?” Tom asks.

“God no,” You laugh.

“Something funny?” 

“My last boyfriend was a complete dick. He would ignore texts and phone calls like that but expect me to pick him up all the time. Not the worst thing he would do though.” You explain. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I’ve not drunk any alcohol tonight.” You laugh nervously. “No, Ellie’s mother is picking us up.”

“It’s okay.” Tom smiles assuringly. “You may want to find your friends before she gets here. I’ll help you look for them.”

“Good idea. Thanks.” You turn to walk out of the room and Tom follows.

The two of you walk downstairs to find Megan talking to Sam and Elysia, you can’t see Ellie anywhere. 

“Crap, where is she?” You say more to yourself than to anyone else but Tom hears and suggests looking in the kitchen. You both walk over to the kitchen and see Ellie leaning against Harrison, who looks slightly uncomfortable. You sigh walking over to the two of them.

“Y/N!” Ellie slurs. Harrison looks relieved at the fact that you’ve just shown up. 

“Harrison, I am so sorry!” You say and put your phone on the kitchen counter. Megan runs in and helps get Ellie off of Harrison. “Let's get her outside.” 

“Bye, guys!” Megan shouts back at the group. The two of you manage to get Ellie out of the house just as her mother pulls up. You get her into the back of the car and Megan sits with her. You get into the front and sigh. Ten minutes later, you all work to get Ellie into her bed. Megan and you get changed then go down to the living room and camp out on the couches in there. You start to feel like something’s missing. It’s only when you wake up ten minutes after your alarm was scheduled that you realise what’s wrong. 

You left your phone in Tom Hollands house.

this is my first posting anything i’ve written on here, i’m thinking it’s a part one of two so please let me know if you like it and i’ll write a part two!

[samwrights]

The Game // [4]

Summary: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, and Jacob Batalon started a game back when they first began filming Spider-Man: Homecoming—to sleep with as many different extras as possible before the movie premiered. Their current targets are the ladies of the band Navy Skies, a ragtag group of young adults that were blessed with the opportunity to play in the homecoming dance scene. Fed up with the boys’ sick game, Laura and Zendaya are taking bets on who gets their heart broken first.

Pairing: fuckboy!Tom x OC, fuckboy!Harrison x OC, fuckboy!Jacob x OC, hints of TomDaya

Words: 3094

Inspo:  Mr. Brightside // The Killers High Regard // The Story So Far Dancing On Glass // St. Lucia Placeholder // The Story So Far Closure // The Story So Far

Disclaimer: Lyric graphics were created by me, y’all. I’m not saying don’t steal it cause they’re not that impressive tbh but like don’t steal them.

Warnings: Mild sexual themes.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Weeks later, it turned out the girls had kept their word on never seeing Tom or Harrison again. Their world kept turning, just as it always did when minor setbacks presented themselves. Minor setbacks for them also always turned into new songs. Navy Skies had a whole new arsenal of songs to put on an EP they had been working on, as well as a new set list for their next few shows coming up. Cam had really outdone herself on writing this time around—she didn’t get stuck once and her band was easily able to make her imagination come to life.

They had a show tonight at the very same bar that Cam shot pool at three nights a week. Thanks to being good friends with the current manager of the bar, Navy Skies had a secured performance at the pool hall at least once a month. At the moment, the band was getting ready per their usual pre-show ritual. Mac was in the shower while the ladies did their hair and make up, warming up their vocals by singing along to modern karaoke favorites. Cam started off the bridge to Mr. Brightside. They each took turns doing a line, going a half step higher every time it was their turn including Mac who would chime in from the open bathroom door, despite hating this particular song.

The girls were dressed to kill, sporting leather pants and dramatic winged liner. Tonight, they were hoping for a big break with the launch of their self produced EP, maybe finally sign to a label. They needed to dress to impress tonight. Cameron finished lacing up her signature white Doc Martens as her band was heading out the door.

Being the local supporters they were, Navy Skies watched the other performers while shooting a couple rounds of pool before unloading their van. “Need a hand?” Cameron turned her head to see Tom, Harrison, and Jacob all walking up. She raised her eyebrow, an unintentional look of disgust on her face.

“What are you guys doing here?” She asked, not stopping from helping unloading their utility van.

“We saw you had a show, so we wanted to come watch!” Jacob said cheerfully, almost innocently. He knew he still had a chance to land his target, and he was going to seize the opportunity. Immediately, he started helping them unload a few heavy amps from their utility van. The tiny drummer thanked him profusely.

“Thanks a lot, social media.” Ruby grumbled, figuring that was how the boys found out about their show. She was helping bring their drum kit and a couple more amps forward until Harrison stopped her.

“Hey, can we talk?” He asked timidly, lending a helping hand by taking the amplifiers off the van and placing them onto the sidewalk.

“And then some? Ruby mocked icily. “There’s not much to talk about. You made it pretty clear that you and Tom were just trying to get into our pants, and Cam and I aren’t like that.”

“I know. And I’m sorry that I even said that because that wasn’t what I meant at all.” She looked at him expectantly, her tattooed arms folding over her chest. “We just wanted to impress you two so that we could keep seeing you.”

“I’ll give you a tip, then. Money doesn’t impress anyone, and neither does being a douche. I don’t care if you pay for my meals or my bar tab, or what kind of car you have, or how you dress. I care about what you have to offer that isn’t tangible and what you offer as a human being.” Harrison nodded his head slowly, taking in her words.

“Okay.” He responds finally as he mulled over her statement. “I’m sorry about what went down.  I meant what I said though—I want to keep seeing you, and I hope you forgive me enough to allow me the pleasure of taking you out.”

“I’ll think about it.” Ruby muses playfully, though it was clear that she held no grudge against him. They laughed together as they griped about moving the heavy equipment, the tension in the air dissipating after she forgave him. While this meant that Harrison still had a chance to snag his prey, it was the furthest thing from his mind. The only thing he could even think about was where he wanted to take Ruby out for their unofficial date.

Cameron was inside attaching all the cords to their respective inputs and outputs as Tom and Harrison wheeled more equipment in on a dolly. “Thanks.” She said shortly. Though Cameron didn’t necessarily have a reason to be angry—since Harrison was mostly speaking for himself and Tom the last time they had all seen each other—Tom never disputed his best mate’s words. In her mind, his silence meant agreement; it meant he was still doing whatever it took to sleep with her.

“Need anything else, love?” He asked, looking at her as she put together the rest of the cords in exasperation. She wouldn’t look at him.

“No, I’m good.” The boys looked at each other. Without physically saying anything, Harrison walked away to give his mate the privacy he wished for. Maybe Cameron would forgive him the way Ruby forgave Haz.

“Cameron.” Tom called out. She didn’t stop moving. “Hey, look at me.” She aggressively set down the microphone stand she had just assembled before turning to him

“What?”

“I know I said sorry a thousand times the last time I saw you, but I am. Haz spoke for me, and I just want a chance to speak for myself.” Cameron looked at her watch before flashing her own brown orbs to his.

“You’ve got two minutes.”

“It was never about just taking you home,” He lied. “I don’t know why he even said that. If that’s all it was about, I wouldn’t have even bothered hanging out, I would have just moved on.” His silver tongue was working magic. Fib after fib, and she believed every bit of it. But she wouldn’t give in so easily. “But I want to get to know you.”

“One minute.”

“Please, don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry.” He begged, gripping her delicate shoulders to make her look at him. She groaned with a roll of her eyes.

“Okay, fine. I wasn’t really mad at you per se—mostly just at Harrison. And that’s not fair to you.”

“Friends?” He asked, hopeful.

“Acquaintances.”

“I’ll take it.” She had finished setting up all the wires after Harrison and Jacob brought in the rest of the equipment from their van. While her band was tuning their instruments, Cam was downing two drinks at the bar as fast as she could to help her overcome her innate stage fright. Tom was observing her from a safe distance, immediately noticing the restless tapping of her fingers on the bar and bouncing leg. “You’re anxious, love?” It wasn’t really a question despite the way it came out, but more so an observation.

“Yeah, I always get the jitters.” She replied as she downed another drink. “But I need to go do mic check.” She scurried away, waving to Tom as his friends flanked his sides.

“You guys good?” Harrison asked as they watched the band.

“Yeah, you guys?” Both of them nodded. “Perfect. Game on.”

The show began, flocks of young and older adults gathered around the small makeshift stage as loud power chords filled the bar. “Thanks for coming to the show tonight everybody! Let’s give a hand to the other bands that played!” Cam said into her microphone, causing her audience to erupt in applause. “We are Navy Skies and we were hoping you’d all like to kick it with us.” The pun she used signified the start of the first song of their set list—the very same song they played on the set of Spider-Man.

Their choreographed routine brought the most miniscule amount of nostalgia back to the cast as they watched from the very front. The way the lights were hitting the features of their targets and their incredibly overt, plucky personalities that shone on stage, the boys remembered their goal. Take out your prey, move onto the next. They were running out of time with just a couple weeks left of filming to complete, and Harrison was still in the lead.

Being the punk band that they were, most the lyrics that fell from Cameron’s pierced lip often came out as garbled noise. But for some reason, every word always came out crystal clear to the ladies that had taken bets against their friends. “I almost feel a little sorry for them.” Laura chimed to Z, watching the band play from a distance.

“For who?” Her friend asks, sipping on her rum and coke.”

“The boys. They don’t even realize these girls aren’t going to put up with their shit.” Zendaya shrugs with a playful twist of her features.

“That’s their own fault. They wanted to play this game, but games usually have a winner and a loser. They just don’t know which ones they are yet.”

“Neither do we.” Laura reminded her, though they both were firm believers on their stances of the bet. The girls watched as the boys were jumping around enthusiastically with the band, awaiting patiently for future events to unfurl.

Meanwhile, the band was rolling through their set list; just having fun with their interactive crowd. They had just finished their fifth song and, while Ruby was switching out her guitars, Cameron took over the awkward silence. “So I know we play here kind of often, mostly ‘cause I basically live here and Wayne hasn’t kicked me out yet. Hi Wayne!” She waved to the manager who was standing behind the bar, who gave her a silly wave back. “But we’ve been writing quite a few new songs and we wanted to try something a little different. So I hope you guys like it.” She lead her microphone back to its stand that was resting in front of a keyboard.

A delicate upbeat rhythm came from the keys she played on as she lead her band through their newest song. It was so remarkably different from their typical angst and anger filled lyrics and chords that the audience was unsure of how to react. Typically, they’d be jumping around and bopping their aids, but the airy and nearly careless beat left them confused. Cameron hoped the drama leading up to the chorus got them moving like it did to her band, but she also knew their presence would play a factor in that.

Cameron pulled away from the keyboard, taking a moment to pull her microphone back with her and jump along with her band as she sang the chorus in harmony with them. Much to her surprise, the younger folks in the audience were bouncing along, including Tom, Jacob, and Harrison. It was so different for them, but the positive responses were fueling confidence in the band as they transitioned into a ballad, Mac and Ruby each switching to an acoustic guitar. “We’re gonna slow it down, just a bit.” She announced as her guitarists started another semi-peppy beat.

Cam was bopping her head along to the strums of her mates guitars as the introduction started.

From the very back row of the crowd, Z was smirking as Tom and Cameron made eye contact as she melodically sand such brutal words. The uncanny foreshadowing had to be obvious to more than just Laura and herself. Surely Tom knew that these lines had to have come from previous experience. Hearing such spiteful lyrics to whomever the subject was, was not attractive despite being ironically fitting. There was no chance of Tom falling for this bitter, heartbroken teenager in a young adult’s overly tattooed body.

Navy Skies closed out with another fast paced, angsty song. Cameron stepped off stage and surrounded herself with fans that were singing along with Tom standing at a safe distance. She stood in the center of a pit as she bobbed up and down with the beat of the drum.

From the way the crowd was moving in sync with Cam, Tom gather that this particular song must have been a fan favorite. It was truly nothing short of magnificent to watch the energy that she was bringing to her people. Even her own band mates were coming alive on the stage, holding down the fort and keeping the reset of the crown entertained. “Ready?” Mac yelled into his microphone, the ever growing audience cheering loudly. “Get it!”

Cameron ran back up to the stage, taking a bow as the reverberation from the guitars ringing on. Clapping and yells were sporadically filling the bar as Navy Skies took a collective bow. “Thanks so much everybody, have a wonderful night and get some safe!” The flurry of people slowly dissipated as the band began breaking down their equipment. Well, really it was just Malachi as the girls rushed off stage for their routine post show cigarette together.

“Thanks for abandoning me!” Mac yelled as he brought out both of his guitar cases. Jacob and Harrison were behind him, wheeling one amplifier at a time on a dolly and began helping load up their van. The girls simply waved their hands in dismissal. After they finished their smoke, they went back I to help clean up. Tom was sitting at the bar once again, this time with Zendaya and Laura flanking his sides with a total of nine shot glasses lining along the bar top. He turned to face the singer as she approached.

“Hey, love. Great show!” Tom stood up to hug the young woman, giving her the slightest amount of discomfort as he did so.

“Thanks. And thank you ladies for coming out as well.” She said sincerely, looking at Laura and Z.

“Yeah, it was pretty cool.” Laura added. The rest of the band as well as Haz and Jacob finally came to join after they hauled away the rest of the equipment.

“Ooh, did you buy us a round? Dani asked, glancing at the shot glasses all lined up. Tom started handing each of them out with Z’s assistance.

“Yep, one for everybody.” He raised his shot glass, everyone else following suit. “Cheers to a great show!” Everyone took their shot, followed by a string of whooping, but the celebration never ended there. Countless shots and drink later, and the band had completely lost track of how many drinks they had consumed. Dani was a dancing fool, grinding up on Jacob as the DJ played old school throwbacks. Laura, Z, and Mac were right along side them, giving off a girl’s night out vibe. Cameron and Tom were playing pool together, and Harrison and Ruby were god knows where. “How are you still beating me while you’re drunk?!” Tom jeered to a swaying Cam. She only laughed as she broke the rack once again.

“You just suck.” He scoffed playfully in response to her, taking his shot.

“Yeah? Why don’t we raise the stakes then, love? How about if I win this, you have to go on a date with me?” From the way things were going, it seemed like Tom had the chance to win.

“And if I win?” Cam tried her best to get her hazy mind together, formulating a plan for her victory.

“I’ll take you to the Spider-Man premier and lose the chance to take Haz as my plus one?”

“Deal.” She says as she finishes up a four ball run against him. They both had three balls left on the table before getting to the eight. Tom was fully confident he would win, though he wouldn’t mind it either way. Not that he intended to keep his word on bringing her to the premier. He had hoped the promise of taking her would give him brownie points and he could finally cross his target of his list. He had taken his shot, getting his solid ball towards the pocket, but it ended up rattling. Cameron sucked in air before clicking her tongue. “That’s a shame, Tommy boy. Looks like you’re taking me to the premier.”

“You haven’t even taken your shot yet!” Cameron laughed before finishing off her beer. She lined up for her shot, using delicate speed to get her to the eight ball.

“Back left corner.” She declared, pointing with her cue before she meticulously bent down and sank the eight ball. She turned to Tom, a smirk on her face as she threw a wink at him. A boisterous laughter bubbled from her chest as she saw the genuine disappointment on his face. “Let me know when the premier is.”

“Dammit, I was really hoping I could take you on a date.” He feigned disappointment. But so far, things were going according to his plan.

“I mean you still can.” She pointed out with slurred words as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Tom perked up at this.

“Yeah? When are you free this week, love?” He started to hone in on her, his hands touching her slightly exposed lower back. His fingers began to dance along her exposed tattoos as he looked down at her. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but the smolder burning in his brown eyes was affecting Cameron. He was making her weak. Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him close enough so that their noses were touching.

“I’m off Sunday night.” Her lips were just barely ghosting over, the metal bar in her lip grazing over him.

“Sunday night, then.” Was all he said before his lips crashed into hers, an act that didn’t go unnoticed by his co-stars as each of them turned to see the kiss.

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Forced to Choose- Chapter 1

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader, roommate Tom Holland

Word Count: 1,012

Warnings: references to smut, alcohol, fluff, language

Summary: Will she choose love or friendship?

A/N: I’m doing roommate!tom for @starksparker 4k challenge!

You wake up in a strange bed, sitting up too fast. Your head is spinning, probably due to the pint of vodka you’d had the night before. You’d use Coke as a mixer, but who were you kidding? That drink was 1% Coke and 99% Smirnoff. You couldn’t remember anything from the night before. There’s movement in the bed next to you and you jump, seeing your roommate’s best friend, Harrison. Your eyes widen and the events of last night come flooding back to you. You and your roommate had gone to a house party last night and had gotten way too drunk, and you’d come back and had the best sex of your life. At least, you thought so. Everything is different when you’re drunk.

Harrison stirs, pulling you back down on the bed. He kisses you softly and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“So, last night. What was that?”

He shrugs, wrapping an arm around your waist, “I think it was two friends clearing away the sexual tension that had been present for years. And I’m actually really into you.”

“But, Harrison, we’ve never really been friends. The only reason we know each other is because I live with your best friend. What do you mean you’re into me?”

“I’ve always wanted you. To be with you, I mean. I think you’re incredible. You and I both know we were long overdue for a fuck. I think we should do this on a regular basis.”

You smirk, “I think that would be a good idea. What about Tom?”

“He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine. I’m his best friend, you’re his roommate. It’s not like he has any say in who either of us fucks. Besides, last night was the best I’ve ever had.”

You wink at him, “well I’d be fine with challenging that next time.”

He flashes his devilish smirk, “I’ll pick you up after your class and we can head back to yours?”

You give him a soft smile, “sounds good. Can you give me a ride over there so I can get ready?”

“Yeah, sure, love.” He kisses you deeply before standing up, starting to search for his clothes so he can get dressed. He tosses you your bra, winking at you, “it seems like neither of us gave a fuck last night.”

“I think that’s due to the alcohol, babe.” He kisses your forehead and leaves the room, letting you get dressed. You fix your hair and remove your makeup, hoping that Harrison doesn’t care. While you’re in the bathroom, the smell of eggs starts to waft through the apartment. You go into the kitchen and see Harrison making breakfast. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms behind his waist, kissing his neck.

“Food’s almost done, love,” he says, smiling at you. You grab two plates and set them on the counter as the toast pops out of the toaster, making you jump. Harrison laughs as he plates the eggs and toast, taking out various condiments. He puts them on the kitchen island and sits down, pulling you onto the stool next to his. You put peanut butter on your toast, and Harrison does the same, grinning at you.

“I told you we’re a good match. We even like the same toppings on toast,” he says before taking a bite. His phone starts ringing and he picks up with a full mouth, “‘ello?” Harrison’s eyes go wide as he mouths “Tom” at you. “Yeah, I saw her last night… I’m sure she had a reason for not coming home… I’m sure she’s just in the library or something… have you called her?... well then why are you calling me, idiot? Call her and then tell me what’s up.”  He hangs up and rolls his eyes. “Jackass was worried about you and didn’t even call you.”

As if on cue, your phone rings, “yeah? Tom, chill, I just stayed out all night. Relax. You’re not my mom- yeah I’ll be back in a bit to get ready for class… Well I won’t come back if you’re going to lecture me… yeah I’m serious, get off my back. I’m a big girl, and I’ll stay out all night if I want to stay out.” You hang up and groan, going back to eating. Harrison puts his hand on your leg, tracing circles on your thigh. You blush as you finish eating, looking over at him. He finishes his food and pulls you onto his lap, kissing you deeply. You giggle into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You taste good, baby,” you say, kissing him again. He slides his hands up your back under your shirt, deepening the kiss. You bite his bottom lip and he moans, pulling you tighter against him. You’re interrupted by a knock on the door. You get off of Harrison and go hide in his bedroom as he goes over to open the door.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I’m worried about (Y/N). She was an asshole to me on the phone and I think I got too protective of her.”

“You need to relax. She’s just a college student who wants some fun. And she works really hard, so she deserves to have fun. You need to lighten up and let her be her own person. You’re her roommate, not her dad. Lay off of her.”

“Why are you saying that? Has she talked to you about this?”

“Yeah, on several occasions. You need to chill and let her make mistakes.”

You go to lean against the dresser and accidentally knock over a book, cursing at yourself.

“What was that?” Tom asks, and you hear his voice get closer.

“Dude, I have a girl over,” you hear Harrison say.

“Don’t I get to meet her?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, mate.”

“Why not? Do I know her?”

“You could say that… Come on out, babe…” Harrison calls to you.

You take a deep breath and walk out of Harrison’s bedroom, turning to face Tom.

“Surprise.”

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[greatpretending]

Avant-Garde

Word Count: 2659

Pairing: Tom HollandxFemale Reader

Warnings: nsfw and swearing

Summary: Fratboy!AU, fluff and smut

Note: @tbholland​ made me do it

The frat house was vibrating with the booming bass of loud music. Bodies mingled together, the air smelling of sweat, booze, and pot. You were leaning against the kitchen counter with your best friend Nicole, sipping your drinks and people watching. A game of beer-pong was happening on the dining table. Two guys were shotgunning beers by the fridge. Freshman girls in too-short skirts were grinding to the music in the living room, probably drunk for the first time in their lives. Most of the guys had lost their shirts by now--a couple of them were without pants, too--and were either running around, tripping over things or eyefucking the girls.

“Classy,” you said sarcastically, pointing out the girl in the living room giving a lapdance to a guy sitting on the couch.

“You’re literally drinking vanilla Pinnacle and coke,” your friend retorted. “You don’t get to talk about ‘classy.’”

“It’s not my fault they didn’t have any good mixers,” you mumbled into your cup.

Just then, a group of five or six guys came barrelling into the kitchen. One of them was shoved right into you, effectively knocking your cup out of your hand and spilling your drink down your shirt. The guy didn’t even apologize, too drunk to realize what he had done.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole!” your friend’s shouts fell on deaf ears, but you appreciated the sentiment.

“Well… shit,” you said, looking down at your soaked shirt. Your bra was becoming more visible by the second.

“I can lend you my cami?” Nicole offered.

“Nah,” you replied, setting your cup on the counter behind you. “I’ll just go borrow one from Tom. Thanks, though.”

You pushed through the crowds of people, earning a few strange looks and pointed stares at your wet top. You looked around for Tom, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found, and you didn’t exactly feel like wandering around the party in a see-through shirt. You hadn’t had enough tequila for that. You made your way up the stairs, ducking under the caution tape that blocked the top floor off from party guests. Heading down to Tom’s room, you hoped it was unlocked; you were starting to feel sticky and uncomfortable.

Tom was a friend of yours whom you’d met the year before during your first party at the Delta Gamma Pi house, fresh back from winter break, and the two of you had hit it off immediately. After flirting all night and crushing the competition in beer pong, you’d ended up fucking against his bedroom wall and crashing in his bed. The cold walk home the next morning was totally worth it, and you two had been fuck buddies ever since.

You weren’t particularly close friends, but you enjoyed each other’s company. Tom was away a lot for his job, and you were very focused on earning your degree, but you’d always managed to find a couple nights a month to fuck until the stress melted away, even if for just a few hours.

You reached Tom’s door and tried the handle, yes, it was unlocked. You let yourself in and headed for the dresser, pulling open a few drawers before you found his T-shirts. You pulled out a soft blue one, and as you turned around to change you noticed that the window was open. After replacing your shirt with Tom’s, you poked your head outside to find him sitting on the bit of roof overlooking the front yard, looking down at the people stumbling around in the grass. You carefully climbed out the window and sat down next to him.

“I hope you don’t mind I borrowed a shirt,” you said. “Someone spilled on mine.”

“No, of course not,” Tom replied, offering a small smile. You didn’t miss the way his eyes quickly flicked up and down your body before he turned back to the drunk partiers who were now trying--and failing--to do handstands.

“What’cha doing out here?” you asked curiously. Tom shrugged.

“Just taking a minute to get away from it all,” he said. “There parties are fun, but…”

“They can be a lot,” you agreed. Tom took a drink of his beer, then offered you some. You took a swig and handed it back.

“A good win today, though,” Tom said, referring to the school’s victory at their football game that afternoon and the reason for the celebration.

“Yeah, that interception in the third quarter was incredible,” you said with a nod, and Tom laughed.

“I still don’t really understand American football,” he said. “Believe me, I’ve tried, but I just can’t get it.”

“There are a lot of rules,” you said, smiling.

----

A short time later your phone buzzed in your pocket. You would have ignored it, but it went off three times in a row, so you knew it must be Nicole.

Did you get lost?

Did you get hurt??

Did you trip and impale yourself on Tom’s dick???

You laughed at your friend, typing out a reply.

Something like that.

You re-pocketed your phone and turned your attention back to Tom.

----

“Oh, look,” you said, pointing to the sky. “You can see Orion over there.”

“Oh yeah,” Tom replied. “I like the middle star in his belt. I like to call it his belt buckle.”

“That star is called Alnilam,” you said. “It’s a blue supergiant, estimated to be about thirty-four times as massive as our sun.”

“Are you an astronomy nerd now?” Tom asked, looking at you incredulously.

“No,” you said, a little embarrassed at the actual explanation. “I heard it in a podcast once and for some reason I never forgot it.”

----

The party started to wind down a few hours later, and you and Tom were both still sitting on the roof, perfectly content to be in only each other’s company. The music was turned down and people started filtering out in various states of intoxication and dress.

“I’m kind of glad I’m not them right now,” Tom said, and you hummed in agreement.

“DGP hangovers are as legendary as Ryan Reeds’ ‘02 balcony dive,” you said.

“I’m so glad they took out that pool,” Tom shuddered. “I’ve seen the pictures, those blood stains are horrifying.”

A group stumbled their way to the sidewalk, Nicole among them. She turned back to look up at you and Tom, giving a wave before making a crude gesture with her hands. Tom laughed beside you as you flipped her off.

----

“So what made you decide to go to college?” you asked. “I can’t imagine you stopped getting job offers.”

“I was something I always wanted to do,” Tom answered with a shrug. “I was starting to worry I’d never feel like it was the right time, so I made it the right time. UCLA was an obvious choice. It’s nice to be close to work so I don’t have to get on a plane every other week.”

“And the greek life?”

“My best mate Harrison went back to England while I’m in school. It’s the first time I’ve been without him since we met, and I couldn’t stand the thought of living alone. I had an apartment, but when I showed up to campus and met these guys… it just felt right.”

You hummed, playing with the hem of your jeans.

“What about you?” Tom asked. “You’re a music major, right?”

“Sort of,” you replied. “Music management and merchandising.”

“You want to be a producer?”

“Maybe. We’ll see where it takes me. I’m loving my courses right now, though. Except accounting, that’s fucking boring.”

----

“What do you mean you’ve never seen that video?” Tom asked, shocked.

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about!” you said. Tom pulled out his phone and you scooted closer to him as he searched through YouTube. You couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled.

You laughed as you watched a video advertising a fake energy drink called Powerthirst.

“That is the most 2007 thing I’ve ever seen,” you said. You caught a glimpse of the time as he put his phone away. 5:33AM, and somehow you weren’t tired yet.

“Four hundred babies!”

“And they’ll run as fast as Kenyans!”

----

It didn’t take much longer for the first glow of the sun to start peeking out over the horizon.

“Holy shit, is that the sun?” Tom asked. “When did it get so late?”

“Fuck if I know,” you replied.

“I have a meeting at three, I should probably head to bed,” Tom said. “Want to just crash here?”

“Yes please,” you replied. Now that you’d started thinking about it, heavy sleepiness began to wash over you. You really didn’t want to walk back to your apartment. You yawned as Tom climbed back into the house.

He let you have the bathroom first, and you washed up. Without a toothbrush, you dug out some floss and mouthwash and made it work as best you could. You got back to the bedroom and when Tom stepped out, you kicked off your sandals and stepped out of your jeans, draping them over the windowsill along with your soda-stained shirt. You climbed into your usual side of Tom’s bed, practically face planting right into the pillow, and sighing at how comfortable it was.

It didn’t take long for Tom to return, joining you in the bed and setting an alarm on his phone before settling in.

“How is your bed always so soft?” you asked around a yawn.

“Clean sheets are one of the simplest, most achievable joys in life,” Tom replied.

“Mmmm,” you sighed. You were asleep before you could form a more coherent response.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the bright sunlight shining through the open window as the curtains swayed with the breeze. The second thing you noticed was the hand on your ass.

Not quite ready to be a real alive person yet, you didn’t acknowledge it, you just sighed and snuggled back into your pillow. Tom, however, apparently noticed that you were awake, because his hand began trailing down your thigh and back up to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. You felt him roll over next to you, and his fingers ghosted down between your legs, rubbing over you lightly.

You sighed again, spreading your legs a little bit as a sign for him to continue. Continue he did, pressing more firmly, massaging up and down your pussy, not leaving a single spot untouched. He slid his fingers underneath your panties, one of them dipping shallowly into you before resuming his exploration, spreading the wetness and the pleasure. Your heart picked up and heat flooded your body as one of his fingers pressed slowly inside of you. It pumped into you a few times before a second joined it. As he slid them in and out, you reveled in the stretch and pull of it. Tom knew how to play your body almost as well as you did.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm; the muscles in your stomach jumped and your thighs quivered, squeezing together. Tom pulled his fingers out of you and slid them down to twist over your clit, pinching and rolling it as pleasure hit you like an ocean wave, warm and all-consuming. You gasped as the tension snapped, and your hips pushed back into Tom’s hand almost involuntarily, chasing satisfaction as you savored the white-hot glow.

As you came down from your high, Tom got up on his knees. You tried to roll onto your back, but a warm hand on your shoulder stopped you, so you stayed lying on your stomach as Tom pulled your panties down your thighs. He gripped your hips and pulled your ass into the air just slightly.

Tom’s knees bracketed yours and a moment later you felt him line himself up at your entrance. He slid in easily, as you were wet and open from your orgasm. He felt even bigger than usual with your legs closed like this, and you moaned as he thrust slowly and purposefully. Tom leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck. One of his hands slid under your pillow to find yours, lacing your fingers together and squeezing.

As he did this, a new kind of warmth flooded your chest. Usually when you and Tom fucked it was fast and hard. Maybe it was just the sleepiness, but this felt leisurely and slow, like there was just you and nothing else, and you had all the time in the world. You would say it was almost lazy if it weren’t for how precise and meaningful each of his thrusts were, filling you up and sending sparks of pleasure through your abdomen with every buck of his hips.

You knew Tom was getting close when his breathing picked up and his fingers squeezed yours again. His hips stuttered a few times and he pressed his forehead into your back as he came inside of you.

After a moment of heavy breathing and a few warm squeezes around your hips, Tom pulled out of you carefully, flopping back onto the mattress. You rolled over and sat up, stretching your arms over your head.

“Good morning,” you said, smiling down at Tom, who laughed.

“Yeah, good morning,” he said.

“What time is it?” you asked as you stood up from the bed, pulling your underwear back into place.

“Uh… one-thirteen,” Tom said as you gathered your pants from the windowsill. You went over to Tom’s bedroom door, peeking down the hall. After determining that the coast was clear, you hurried down to the bathroom where you cleaned yourself up, trying to not think too much about how you were still wearing Tom’s shirt, and how he hadn’t even bothered to take it off of you before he fucked you.

You tried to not think about how different it had been from all the other times. Tom was always very attentive and selfless, but something about the slow and serious way he’d moved and handled you felt different. And he’d never held your hand during sex before. Or any other time, for that matter.

After trying to make yourself look as presentable as possible so it wouldn’t be too obvious you were doing the walk of shame, you headed back to Tom’s room to grab your other things. Tom was flicking through his closet, gathering up clothes to wear to his meeting. You grabbed your sandals and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on.

“Would these look okay together?” Tom asked you, holding up a shirt and a jacket. You tried to focus on the clothes in his hands instead of the way his body was decidedly not clothed. Standing there in just his boxers, you wanted nothing more than to pull him back into the bed with you.

“Yeah, but… maybe the gray shirt instead?” you suggested, pointing to the one you had in mind. Tom pulled out the soft gray henley and held it up with the jacket.

“You’re right,” he said. “Thanks.”

You finished putting on your shoes and grabbed your stained shirt, meeting Tom at the bedroom door.

“Thanks again for letting me stay here last night,” you said.

“Of course, you’re always welcome here,” Tom replied.

“I’ll… see you around?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Bye.”

On a moment of impulse, you leaned in and pecked Tom on the lips before stepping out of the room. Your face heated up as you made your way down the hall. You’d never casually kissed Tom like that before. It was always foreplay or during sex. You and Tom didn’t show each other casual affection, because you weren’t dating. You were just fuck buddies.

You hurried through the party-destroyed frat house, out the front door, and into the bright afternoon, wondering what the hell had happened in the past couple hours and what it all meant.

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An Ode to Ferris Bueller

Note: This idea has been mulling around in my head for awhile. This weekend was a bit of a rough one for me and I finally got the creative juices flowing a little too late. This one actually based on not just Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, but also some shit I pulled when I was a kid. I am Wes and Wes is me as much as it pains me to admit. As always, thanks @welllpthisishappening for letting me bounce this one off of you. You’re a gem and I am lost without you. All mistakes in this are mine because I am trash and don’t have a beta. Available in AO3 flavor here: [LINK] Summary: Emma Swan and Killian’s second youngest son Westley is horribly sick...or is he? Rating: T Word Count: 3,100+

Emma was putting her earrings in when she heard the unmistakable sound of retching. She paused, taking a moment from her daily morning routine to make sure her ears had heard correctly. It continued, followed by the sound of something thick hitting toilet water. It was unmistakable. Someone was sick.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, immediately moving towards the kids’ bathroom to see who was throwing up. Mentally, she counted how many days she’s taken off for sick kids so far this year and whether or not she can afford to stay home. Winter had been a rough one in the Swan-Jones house and didn’t help that Neddy had pneumonia for week when he fell through ice while playing with his older brothers. Both her and Killian were still making up time for that incident, hence why she was managing all four children this morning on her own while Killian had already gone in early to the station in hopes of making up for lost hours.

She opened the bathroom door quietly and peered in to see Wes hunched over the toilet, groaning. He looked so small and pale under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom. His wild blonde hair was uncombed, making it look even more untamed than it usually did. Wes was also still in his sleepwear, flannel pajama bottoms and a black t-shirt that Emma was positive was actually Killian’s due to the fact that it was far too large and practically hanging off of his thin shoulders.

When he noticed he wasn’t alone, he looked up at Emma with the most pitiful expression, grayish brown vomit dribbling at the corner of his lips and oozing on the collar of his t-shirt. He was the epitome of miserable.

��Mom…” he croaked and Emma immediately crouched down beside him, stroking his hair back from his face. His blue eyes were wide and looked so full of pain. For a moment, Emma wondered if he was going to cry. “I don’t feel so good…”

Briefly, her fingers pressed against his forehead and she was mildly surprised to find that he was still on the cool side, no sweat or signs of fever. Perhaps he was suffering from a case of food poisoning. She panicked for a moment. Was her mother’s lamb dinner tainted? And if so, how long would it be before the entire family came down with sickness? God, she couldn’t handle four sick children and a sick Killian at the same time. It was just too much.

“You’re throwing up, huh kid?” Emma gently asked him.

Wes made no coherent response, he just whined pathetically. Not caring that he was covered in vomit, Emma tugged her son to her chest and placed a kiss on the crown of his head.

“Listen, why don’t you go back to bed, kid, and I’ll see what I can do about getting your grandpa to cover my shift so I can stay home with you, alright? Dad and I might be able to take smaller shifts so we can look after you,” She said softly, rubbing his back in small gentle circles.

Again, Wes didn’t verbally respond, just nodded his head against her shoulder and Emma’s heart squeezed at the sight of her normally clever and sarcastic eleven-year old reduced to grunts and groans. She never thought she would miss his outrageous verbosity and penchant for sass, but she would give anything in that moment to hear him make one of his signature witty remarks.

Gently, she nudged him off the floor of the bathroom and helped him back into his bed. He slumped against her, head lolling against her shoulder like a ragdoll. When she laid him in his bed, she tucked him in a thorough fashion that she hadn’t done since he had turned six-years old. Pulling the quilts up to his chin, Emma couldn’t help but place another kiss on her son’s forehead.

“Get some rest,” she said softly against his hair. “I’m going to make sure the rest of the crew gets to school and we will see about later.”

“Okay…” he whispered, nuzzling his head into the pillow and closing his eyes.

Emma gave him a soft smile and a quick pat before heading downstairs to make sure that none of her other little ones were ill. She found Harrison, Beth and Neddy all sitting around the kitchen table. Harrison was on his phone, most likely texting Neal about something or another. Beth was munching loudly on a piece of toast while Neddy was making a mess of his oatmeal, smashing bits of banana into it with an absurd amount of concentration. Emma let out a sigh of relief. No one else looked sick. Thank the Gods for small favors.

Harrison looked up from his phone for a moment, green eyes scanning over the kitchen. Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t find it because he frowned for a moment before turning his attention to his mother.

“Hey, where’s Wes? Don’t we need to leave in like twenty minutes? He needs to get down here if he wants the rest of the Captain Crunch. I’m not going to listen to him whine all day about how I didn’t give him a chance for a bowl,” Harrison commented with a small huff.

“Well, I would take the last of it if you want it, Har. Wes isn’t gonna want it. He’s sick,” Emma replied, pushing the box of Captain Crunch in front of her thirteen-year old.

Harrison and Beth both raised their eyebrows at her statement.

“Bullshit,” Beth fake-coughed into her fist before she scarfed down the rest of her toast in one ravenous bite.

“Elizabeth Alice, language!” Emma hissed, internally sighing at her daughter’s complete lack of manners. She had a feeling she was going to get another lecture from her mother about her daughter’s ill-bred behavior come next Sunday dinner. If she heard another word about how her children were supposed to behave, she would honestly scream.

“I second that though,” Harrison commented, pouring himself the last bit of sugary cereal. “He’s probably faking. I heard him complaining last night about something at school. A test or quiz, or whatever. Dollars to donuts, he’s faking you out.”

“Unless you can somehow fake puking, he’s not faking it,” Emma responded, frowning and placing her hands on her hips.

Sometimes she didn’t get the relationship between her kids. They could be incredibly supportive of one another at times while other times it seemed like World War Three was happening under her roof. She wished for her sanity that they could just decide if they were friends or foes so she knew how to handle them.

It was at that moment that Emma noticed her youngest son opening the refrigerator and pulling out a can of Diet Coke. It was the sound of the can being opened and the unmistakable hiss of pressure being relieved from its tin container that caught her attention. Emma’s eyes went wide in surprise. At four-years old, Neddy was not allowed to drink soda, let alone have it with breakfast. He didn’t normally break rules like this.

“Edward David Jones, you put that soda can back in the refrigerator where you find it or so help me, you will not have dessert or television privileges for a week,” Emma scolded him, immediately rushing over to take the can away from him.

Instead of heeding her words like he normally did, Neddy poured the coke into the nauseating mashup of banana and oatmeal. Immediately, Harrison and Beth blanched at the sight of it, both of their noses wrinkling in disgust. Emma would have found their identical expressions endearing if she wasn’t grossed out herself.

“That’s nasty, Neddy!” Harrison stated, pushing his bowl of Captain Crunch away from him. It was quite obvious that Neddy’s little concoction had stolen his appetite.

“I’m going to be sick,” Beth commented, bringing her hand up to her mouth and looking away from the odd mixture.

“You’re not going to be sick,” Neddy chirped, completely unperturbed with the reactions of his family. In fact, he was beaming with pride. “I’m going to be sick. Like Wes. So we can stay home and play together!”

At first, Emma thought Neddy meant that he was going to make himself sick by eating the disgusting blend of oatmeal, banana and coke, but then she realized the contents of the bowl looked…familiar. It looked nearly identical to the vomit that she had seen on Wes’s shirt this morning; practically the same color and consistency. It was too similar to be incidental. Her eyes immediately narrowed in realization.

“No one is going to be sick today,” she announced, picking up the bowl and tossing it and its entire contents into the trash can. Without another word, she made a beeline to the stairs. She and her son needed to have a little chat.

Instead of being asleep, Wes was reading a comic book and wearing a different t-shirt when Emma opened his door. He looked at her with wide eyes, the color draining from his face completely as he took note of her expression. He seemed to sense immediately that the jig was up. While staring him down, Emma reached over and grabbed the black t-shirt that was covered in fake vomit and gave it a firm, loud sniff. How did she not notice the lack of smell before? She gave it a tentative lick and her tongue identified oatmeal, banana and cotton almost immediately. She threw the t-shirt against the wall almost violently and let out a loud frustrated groan.

“Mom…” Wes’s voice wavered. He sounded genuinely terrified, as he should be.

Emma was not feeling sympathetic at the moment. She was too busy refraining from screaming aloud. She had nearly been conned by an eleven-year old punk. He had been so convincing and she had bought it hook, line and sinker. If Neddy hadn’t made the concoction before her eyes, he would have gotten away with it.

Taking a deep breath, Emma composed herself before turning her attention to her lying and definitely not-sick son. She brought her hands together and began to slow clap.

“What are you doing?” Wes asked, perplexed by her actions.

“Applauding you,” Emma replied with a sarcastic smile. “An act like that deserves an Academy Award or an Oscar or something. I’ve never given a damn about acting awards before, but then again, I didn’t know I had an accomplished actor for a son. You really had me going with the fake puke. Honestly, I genuinely believed it. So what are we trying to avoid today, Ferris? Math test? Spelling quiz? A project we forgot? All three?”

Wes didn’t answer her question, but he looked at her, his brows furrowed together in further confusion.

“Ferris?” he asked in confusion.

“Ferris, as in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. An eighties movie,” Emma clarified with a huff. “Honestly, I swear I should have named you after him instead of the Princess Bride. It would have been more fitting since you’re both very convincing con-men. You should give it a watch sometime.”

As soon as Emma said it, she regretted it. The last movie Wes should be watching was Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. It was bound to give him more ideas on how to be an accomplished delinquent. Lord knows how many times Emma had used tactics from that movie in order to pull off some of her shoplifting schemes with Neal back in the day.

“Huh,” Wes responded and already she could see the wheels turning in his head. She was a terrible mother.

“Get out of bed and get dressed, you’re going to school,” she hissed, jabbing a finger in the direction of his dresser before turning on her heel and heading back downstairs.

She did her best to ignore the very satisfied grins on Harrison and Beth’s face as well as the quiet high-five that they exchanged under the table. Emma was genuinely tempted to go back upstairs and take a sip of rum from Killian’s totally not secret stash in his bottom drawer.

The ride to school was more quiet than usual. Virtually no sound was made aside from Neddy who was listening to songs on Emma’s iPhone and singing the theme song from one of the numerous Winnie the Pooh shows. Wes was looking out the window of the car with a virtually permanent scowl on his face while his older siblings were still grinning, watching their brother with smug expressions.

Emma was still quite angry with both herself and her son when she dropped them in front of the building, and she didn’t get out of the car like she normally did to give them parting hugs and kisses. Instead, she gave them a brief verbal goodbye before driving off to the station.

Killian immediately sensed her bad mood when she arrived at work and gave her a concerned frown as he watched her hang up her jacket violently in frustration and toss her keys against the room, completely missing her desk. She didn’t bother to pick them up, just sat down in her chair and let out a loud groan.

“What’s wrong, love?” Killian asked, getting up from his own desk and crouching in front of her. He took one of her hands in his own and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I got completely conned by our kid,” she explained with a heavy sigh.

“Wes?” Killian asked, giving her hand another squeeze.

“Wes,” she confirmed, bringing her free hand up to massage her temples.

“He’s a wily one,” Killian commented lightly. “What did he do this time?”

“He pretended to be sick. Fake puke and everything. Very convincing. Totally would have gotten away with it, if Neddy didn’t reveal the trick. Oatmeal, bananas and coke. Where do they come up with this stuff?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, love,” Killian sighed. “Though, I can’t say I haven’t done something similar in the past. I used to eat bad fish and purposely get sick in order to keep from some grueling tasks when I was a child in Silver’s care. Perhaps, he gets it from me.”

“I don’t think it’s exclusively you,” Emma sighed. “I was the same. I used to fake sick like Ferris Bueller by licking my palms and pretending to have a stomach cramp so I didn’t have to go to school and would have the house to myself when I was in foster care.”

It was then that Emma’s cellphone rang. Emma took it out of her pocket and glanced briefly at the caller ID before groaning.

“I’m such a bad parent,” she said with a heavy sigh. “Storybrooke Elementary is calling. He probably brought the fake puke to school. I didn’t even check his bag!”

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to be checking backpacks for now on,” Killian replied before gesturing to her phone. “You should probably answer that.”

Emma merely shook her head in response before picking up the call and pressing her phone to her ear.

“This is Sheriff Swan,” she said tiredly.

“Sheriff Swan, hi, it’s Nurse Angelica from Storybrooke Elementary. I’m calling because your son Westley is unwell and I need you to pick him up.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Emma asked, rubbing her eyes.

“He’s unwell, Sheriff.”

“I get that. I’m asking how is he unwell? What’s wrong with him?” Emma couldn’t keep the irritation out of her tone. She felt slightly bad for this woman. It wasn’t her fault that her son was too awfully clever for his own good.

“Well, he doesn’t have a fever or anything, but he’s got a stomach cramp that’s painful enough that he’s moaning and wailing, the poor lamb. He also is quite clammy. He might be coming down with something contagious so we can’t keep him here. You have to pick him up, Sheriff.”

“I will be right there,” Emma sighed, clicking the end call button on her phone; not even bothering to give the woman a proper sign off.

“Fake vomit?” Killian asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Nope,” Emma replied with a snort. “Stomach cramp and clammy hands just like his mother.”

“I assume that they want you to pick him up so he doesn’t infect more people with his fake illness?” Killian asked with some amusement coloring his tone.

“Naturally.”

“Well, might as well go get the lad and bring him back here. I’m no healer, but I’m sure I can find a cure for this illness of his,” Killian smirked, his eyes lighting up as an idea popped into his head. Emma was struck by the expression. It reminded her very much of a similar face their son would have whenever he was plotting something.

Wes looked as convincingly ill as he did this morning when Emma arrived at the school to pick him up. She briskly signed him out in the front door, practically dragging him by the back of his shirt. She ignored the disapproving looks of the sectaries as she did so, pushing Wes in the bug a little rougher than necessary.

“Oh kid, drop the act, you’re not fooling me again,” Emma said sharply as she put the keys in the ignition.

Immediately the miserable expression was wiped away and her son looked completely normal albeit slightly pouting and disappointed.

“How do you even do that?” Emma asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I think ‘dead puppy’ on a loop,” he replied casually with a shrug.

“Clever,” she snorted. “So did you lick your palms, Ferris?”

“Yes and it was every bit as childish and effective as the movie said it would be,” Wes replied nonchalantly. “Thanks for that suggestion by the way. Can we actually watch the whole movie when we go home? It looked from what I saw on YouTube.”

“We’re not going home,” Emma replied, eyes trained on the road.

“What?” Wes squawked in surprise. “Why? Why aren’t we going home?”

“Because you’re not actually sick and I can’t afford to miss another day of work,” Emma snapped, finally at the end of her rope. “We’re going to the station. Your father came up with the perfect solution for your little illness. You’re going to be organizing the file room.”

“What? No! That room is trashed! It’s dirty and dusty! And it doesn’t have any windows!” Wes whined.

“Yep,” Emma replied, trying to keep from smiling. “And if you somehow manage to finish that, there’s at least thirty years of files in there that need to be put into the computer. We’ve been meaning to start a digital record for ages but we just haven’t had the time or energy…”

Wes groaned in response, burying his head in his hands.

“I should have stayed in school…”

“Sorry, can’t take you back, you’re contagious,” Emma chuckled and this time she allowed herself to smile.

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Baby, You’re A Rich Man XV

Chapter: 15/28

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo could never understand why that group of three boys made him feel so uncomfortable, or why the way George looked at him sent him into a panic. After a chance encounter Ringo discovers the truth and has no clue what to do with the information.

Tags: AU - Gangsters, Slow Burn, Smut, Eventual Romance, Violence, Angst

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

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Several weeks had passed since the wedding and Ringo had been seeing George almost every day when neither of them were working. Although Ringo never really got a better idea of what George's work consisted of over this time, he just had to adjust to George being unavailable for a couple of days without much explanation, in the end Ringo would just be happy to see him again relatively unharmed. George would often drive Ringo to and from work whenever he could and he hardly spent any time in his own house anymore, gradually his belongings shifted over to George's. He saw more of Paul and John too thus they became an odd quartet who would go out to eat dinner together, often concluding the night with a few drinks and dancing until the clubs closed. While the words 'couple', 'relationship' and 'boyfriend' hadn't been properly uttered by either George or Ringo there seemed to be a somewhat unspoken understanding between the two men that they weren't interested in anybody else and essentially did everything couples did without it being official. It didn't bug Ringo much, he thought that George would've been more than happy to declare their exclusivity, but he didn't feel completely ready for it and figured there was ultimately no rush. George had continued to treat Ringo to an array of things: flowers, suits, watches, shoes, chocolates and even a ring. George had approached Ringo a little awkwardly about the whole thing, seemingly unsure about whether he might've been overstepping a boundary.

"Not proposing to me are you, George?" Ringo had joked when George had explained his idea.

"Think we've had our share of weddings for the moment." George had immediately relaxed when Ringo smiled at him "I just didn't know whether it was your thing, you know? Or if you already had enough... Just wanted to treat you, is all."

"You always want to treat me, but I wouldn't say no to a flashy new ring." Ringo beamed, kissing George lightly on the cheek as they sat on his sofa. "I do wish I could pay you back somehow, unfortunately I don't have any tippers as generous as you."

"I could try and get you a new job, if you'd like." George spoke into Ringo's hair, planting soft kisses every so often.

"As in your job? I don't think I'm cut out for all that." Ringo scoffed, playing with George's tie idly.

"No, no, I wouldn't dream of asking that of you." George chuckled "But I heard The Babylon's band is looking for a new drummer. We've got some sway there, I could ask for you."

"You'd do that? I don't even know if they'd want me, it's a pretty swanky club."

"Don't be so modest, Ringo. People are usually so coked up at that place anyway, I doubt it'd be that much pressure. Still though, the pay would be pretty good."

"Well if you could put a good word in, I'd be sure to make it worth your while." Ringo wiggled his eyebrows comically, causing George to push against him playfully.

"I'll see what I can do."

Only a few days passed before Ringo had a call from a rather pompous sounding man asking if he'd swing by The Babylon that same night to try out for the band. He'd arrived on time, just less than an hour before the club opened, to find nobody else there to audition but himself. He'd met the man from the phone, a slimy looking guy who called himself Johnny, and was then asked to play a couple of songs that he believed best showed his ability. It was a little nerve-wracking for Ringo, he hadn't drummed for an audience for years and even back then he'd had the support of his rather shaky band - it consisted of a few of his friends that never really took music that seriously. Nonetheless he seemed to impress Johnny, who stopped him after playing his second song and congratulated him on landing the job. While Ringo wanted to be very proud of himself he couldn't help but feel partly disingenuous, particularly when Johnny had mentioned how George had 'sung his praises', as though he didn't really deserve to be there. Either way, Ringo was just happy to have a change of scenery from his waiting job and the consistent hours and generous pay certainly weren't unappreciated.

George had been ecstatic when Ringo had told him the news and took him out on a celebratory dinner, although every meal seemed celebratory to Ringo, which culminated in George drunkenly carrying Ringo through the jewellery district to pick out a new ring to mark the occasion. After bothering several jewellers, and being asked to leave a few shops, they settled on a gold ring with a black gemstone in the centre which Ringo thought was very beautiful. He thought to himself that this would be the last time George substantially treated him, and with the money he would now be earning he could finally return the favour somehow.

One condition of Ringo's new employment was that he needed a new suit in order to fit the group's aesthetic which turned out to be the lead singer in a crisp, teal suit with the rest of the band dressed in pink. Ringo hadn't been too pleased when he received the call from Johnny, not only because he'd had to rely on George yet again to provide for him but that it didn't particularly fit the image he was going after as a professional drummer. Unsurprisingly George had a suit ordered from the same tailors they'd visited previously, and insisted that Ringo wore it as soon as it arrived.

"You're gonna laugh at me." Ringo called out from behind the bathroom door, looking at himself in the mirror.

"I promise I won't, just come out!" George was already snickering.

Ringo unlocked the door and stepped out into George's hallway, his face beginning to match the colour of his suit as he saw the grin grow on George's face. George had previously commented on how peculiar it was that Ringo had insisted on getting dressed privately considering how much they'd been undressing - among other things - in front of one another as of late, but had respected Ringo's wishes all the same.

"I look ridiculous." Ringo held his arms out and did a little spin, his expression grumpy.

"You look lovely, Ringo. Like a strawberry milkshake." George chuckled, walking closer to Ringo and inspecting the suit "I could just drink you up."

"Gross." Ringo smiled "I'm starting to think you only got me this job so I'd have to dress like this."

"It may have crossed my mind." George smirked "But in all honesty you look great, real sharp. It only looks funny now cause you're not in the club."

"Suppose so... Thanks again for getting it for me, anyway. I will pay you back this time, and I mean it."

"Don't be daft. I don't want a single penny of that first paycheck, you'll have earned it fair and square."

"What about the second one?"

"Maybe I'll let you buy me a drink, maybe."

"Playing hard to get, are you George?" Ringo locked his arms around the taller man, pulling him close.

"You've already got me, Ringo, you know that." George pressed his nose up against Ringo's.

Ringo had turned up for his final shift as a waiter the following day, George once again dropped him off and offered to pick him up at the end of his shift too. In his typical fashion he opened the door for Ringo, offering his hand to help him out of the car and planting a soft kiss on the back of Ringo's hand before driving off again. The first few times Ringo had felt nervous about the whole ordeal, it was only a matter of time after all before someone from work noticed their little routine, but he didn't want to deny himself or George the happiness of being able to say goodbye to one another so lovingly; ultimately the enjoyment he got out of George treating him that way overpowered his embarrassment and fear until it eventually died out altogether. Ringo sauntered through the doors with a smile on his face, greeting some of the regulars before he headed to the back room to get ready for his shift. Over these past few weeks he'd avoided his colleague somewhat, and he'd noticed him growing extremely cold towards him ever since George had starting driving him to and from work, but he didn't think much of it, it wasn't as though he'd have to see the guy ever again once he'd left. He wasn't too happy when he found out he'd be working with him on this last shift, but he figured he may as well be polite just to make the whole ordeal less painful for the both of them.

"Morning." Ringo smiled at his co-worker who had a rather sour expression on his face.

"Alright?" His tone was flat.

"Not too bad, and yourself?"

"Peachy..."

Ringo had figured that'd be the end of it all, if he wasn't interested in talking then Ringo certainly wasn't going to force anything. He'd continued working through the hours comfortably, it was an intense relief to know that he wouldn't have to be cleaning tables for at least a little while. Then, just a little after the clock struck 2 his co-worker had asked Ringo if he wanted to go have a smoke with him before he headed home for the day. Ringo had obliged unenthusiastically, but considering the place was almost entirely empty he had no excuse to stay. They headed out of the back door to lean up against the building and smoke; Ringo thought it was a little cheeky that his colleague didn't even have any cigarettes thus had to get one from Ringo.

"So..." His colleague began after taking a drag "What's been going on with you, Ringo?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, a couple weeks back rumour started going round that you were getting chauffeured to work. I knew it was nonsense, there's no way you could afford that on this shitty wage. Then the whole thing turned into you being driven to work by some bloke, 'course there's nothing wrong with that, but then I found out who it was." He didn't look at Ringo as he spoke "Again, not really my business who you hang out with, even if they're the fishy sort. Then I saw you a week ago with him, getting taken out of the car like some princess and I saw what he did, Ringo. I saw it."

"Saw what exactly? Look, I'm not really in the mood for all this bullshit so if you've got something to say just spit it out." Ringo glared at him, taking a drag of his own cigarette as he leaned against the wall.

"He kissed you Ringo. I couldn't fucking believe it. I thought you were a good guy, not some queer." He spat the word out like it was venom.

"I don't really see how that's any of your fucking business, if I'm honest."

"Act hard all you want, mate, but I can call the cops on you, you know? It's illegal."

"And? You wanna call the cops on me so I can tell them about all the grass you sell? I'd love to see you try it, I really would." Ringo chuckled, he was surprised at how unbothered he was by the whole thing.

His colleague scoffed "I'm just sorry for you, Ringo. That those dirty fags have corrupted you like this. I did warn you."

"Who says I've been corrupted? You don't know for me shit, so you can drop the whole concerned act. Just admit that you're prejudiced and fuck off."

"Whatever. Just consider yourself lucky that you're not working here anymore, cause one word to the boss and you'd have the sack."

"Give it a rest, you're not that threatening. Sounds to me like you're pissed off that I'm finally out of here while you're stuck waiting tables with no birds interested in you." Ringo smiled, flicking his finished cigarette to the ground "Now is that all? Cause I've got a number of things I'd rather be doing than talking to you right now."

"Fine, if you're gonna be like that. I'm just looking out for you. Don't come crying to me when the cops come after you or that pretty little boyfriend of yours."

Ringo stopped as he opened the door "Pretty? Sounds like I'm not the only queer around here, mate." He flashed a smile before walking back into the building, letting the door shut behind him and lock his soon to be ex-colleague out in the cold.

George had promised to watch Ringo play his first night at The Babylon, which made Ringo immediately feel less nervous about the whole thing. They'd gone to the club a couple of times but neither of them liked it all that much; it was a pretty odd place with bright lights and an excessive amount of mirrors. The name made it sound far classier than it was, with the majority of the people there either taking or selling drugs with the rest of them having made their money off of narcotics. A whole range of people were there every night, from just regular folk who had come into a bit of money or towering figures from George's world. It didn't have a particularly negative atmosphere, quite the opposite, but it still wasn't somewhere Ringo particularly enjoyed being, but at least up on the stage hidden behind his drum kit he felt relatively comfortable. George had brought Paul and John along and they were sitting on a table just off the dance floor so that they could get a good view of Ringo and the band. The rest of the guys in the band were friendly enough, and had made sure to make Ringo feel welcome backstage when he arrived, all of them very non-threatening and seemingly talented enough.

They'd played for an hour or two relatively smoothly, Ringo had to fight through his initial nerves of playing for so many people even if they didn't seem particularly interested in what they were playing. Whenever he could, Ringo would glimpse over to George who would almost always be looking straight back at him with a comforting smile. The three of them drank while Ringo played, eventually Paul and John headed to dance after a few songs but George remained. Soon enough Ringo felt the exhilaration of performing that he'd missed so much and the band announced they'd be taking a short break he was a little upset. He only had around 10 minutes to relax while some woman got up on stage to sing a couple shaky ballads, but Ringo rushed immediately over to George's table where a seat and a drink were being saved for him.

"You're doing great, Ringo!" George beamed at him after pulling away from his initial embrace "I thought you were good, but wow."

"Thanks." Ringo began drinking the beer George had got for him "You can get up and dance you know, if you want."

"I'm alright sitting here, these lot can be a bit hands on, if you know what I mean." George chuckled, he was already a few drinks down "Plus John's a little coked up right now, I don't really have the energy for it."

"Oh." Ringo swallowed "Do you not..."

"Every now and again I might, but I don't love it. Plus I figured it'd be a little rude, I'm here to watch you after all." George ran his hand over Ringo's, his finger playing with the new ring he'd bought.

"Why is there so much of it here?"

"The owner uses the club to launder his money, and it doubles as a shop front." George paused "Or so I've heard."

"Is he one of your people?"

"No, no. We don't get involved in all the drugs and that, but he's a close-ish friend of our head guy."

"How far up are you in the whole... thing?"

"Nowhere too exciting, its kinda hard to figure it all out really. Paul, John and I are all kind of equals as the younger ones, although Paul's always been everyone's favourite. But it's double-edged because we don't get taken fully seriously, but we also need to learn how to handle the business."

"So one day you're gonna be one of the head guys?"

"Maybe, depends which way the wind's blowing." George chuckled "I'd be happy either way really, the last thing I want is a huge target on my back though, especially now I've got you."

Ringo scooted up closer to George and planted a kiss on his cheek "Well you've got me to look out for you, now. Don't forget that."

George hummed happily as he pulled Ringo closer for another kiss.

"I should really be heading back now, last thing I need is to get fired on my first day." Ringo sighed, it was so difficult leaving George.

"Don't let me keep you, drummer boy." George winked, holding Ringo's hand as he stood up before finally letting him go.

Ringo made his way through the bustling crowd of intoxicated people, pushing through the door to the backstage area so he could fix his hair before he got back on stage. The lead guitarist was there too smoking a cigarette, his name was Shane and had been the friendliest to Ringo out of the whole band.

"You know George Harrison?" Shane asked, he was sat up on the counters below the mirrors.

"You must know I do or else you wouldn't be asking." Ringo smiled, not tearing his eyes off of his reflection.

"Just be careful, alright? Heard he was stirring up trouble with those friends of his a month or two ago." He didn't sound threatening, but he wasn't overly comforting either.

"How do you mean trouble?"

"Well, word on the street is they got in a scuffle with that Chapman lot and killed a bunch of their men. Those Chapmans are wild, take it from me, and it's going round that they want revenge."

"Revenge? All sounds a bit dramatic to me."

"They're not like the other families, these guys. They ain't got no connections, and no respect." He paused to take a long drag of his cigarette "Do you carry a knife?"

"No! Who do you take me for?" Ringo scoffed.

"Well you might wanna consider it, that's all I'll say. You're a nice guy Ringo, and an even better drummer, I don't wanna lose you to all that nonsense." Shane smiled but it didn't do much to sway Ringo's nerves.

In a couple minutes the whole band was on stage again, playing for an audience that was only becoming more inebriated as the songs went on. Ringo couldn't shake his nervous feeling, even when looking over at George who looked nothing but relaxed. Ringo's eyes scouted across the crowds when he had the chance, his drumming was essentially second nature, and he noticed a few more serious looking people dotted around the club; they weren't security, they weren't official looking, but had a very imposing aura about them. Ringo disliked this club the more he spent any time in it, but he just figured he'd have to adjust to these sorts of crowds if he was gonna work there.

About an hour passed and Ringo was full into the swing of it all, really allowing himself to enjoy playing with the band even if he did look like a walking raspberry. The singer was very energetic and it was contagious, Ringo felt himself becoming looser and louder as time went by and he was sad to think that it wouldn't be long before their shift would be over. He couldn't thank George enough for getting him an opportunity like this, to finally focus all his time on drumming and to actually get a decent pay for it too. His mind was swimming in happiness, he couldn't wipe the huge grin off his face while he drummed.

At least that was the case before a haunting sound echoed throughout the club. Several gunshots were fired, dispersing the crowd and setting everyone running off screaming. Ringo ducked off the stage quickly, trying his best to see through the chaos and to find George somewhere but he wasn't sat at the table and Ringo's heart was racing. He started to wish Shane had given him that advice about carrying a knife before tonight.