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Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly [T.H]

Summary: Tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and Harrison are cast as love interests in a movie.

Paring: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warning: Suggestive themes, fake smut (very light), jealousy, probably some typos, swearing

a/n: i have no idea how filming a movie, or auditioning for one actually goes so don’t crucify me for this. i’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially considering that this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. also, Burt Kreisher is one of my fav comedians in real life, he has 3 shows on neflix and a mini series.

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Tom was not a jealous person. At least, that's what he always told himself. He prided himself in thinking he was a very level headed individual who didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That worked best for his job anyways; always being able to control his emotions and not get in his own head. That simple, pacifistic mindset seemed to change when it came to you.

You were one of the many actors Tom got the pleasure to help hone their technique and work closely with. You were new to the lifestyle of Hollywood and the only roles you had before were in small indie films that never garnered too much attention. The first major role that you landed, which also happened to help kickstart your career, was in the MCU. You played the secondary villain in the third Spider-man movie.

Meeting the cast was a dream come true; they were all extremely helpful and they provided tons of tips and tricks in navigating the hectic schedule required for such a huge production. By the time filming wrapped up, you were considered part of their little Spider-man family.

Tom was easily the most helpful. Whenever he saw you struggling with anything, he offered to help. You two spent hours upon hours together in his trailer, ordering take out and practicing lines. Some nights you two planned to work through your script, but inevitably ended up falling asleep binge watching The Office, and laughing about crazy shit that happened on set that day.

When the movie wrapped up and you went home for a month before the press tour, you were completely unsure and nervous about what direction your career was going in. You auditioned for a few new movies, but had yet to hear from any of the directors about casting decisions. You kept in touch Tom during the month you were apart and expressed your concerns.

“I don’t know, Tom. I’m just so sick of waiting around and hoping that some director out there throws me a bone, ya know’?” You said on facetime, while making cookies.

“Yeah, I totally understand that, (Y/N/N). I had that issue a couple years ago before the Marvel movies. Trust me, you did outstanding in that role and once it gets noticed I’m positive you’ll have directors calling you, begging for you to audition.” Tom smiled warmly into the camera as he walked around his apartment in London.

“Yeah, easy for you to say, movie-star.” You giggled, turning your face away from the camera in hopes that Tom wouldn’t notice the blush his compliments painted onto your cheeks

“I’m serious! You were outstanding! Like in that one scene where you—”

“Tom! Tessa chewed a hole in my trousers again!” A voice came from outside of the frame, “Mate, you gotta get her to stop doing that somehow.”

Tom sighed, and waved his hand dismissively at the figure, “Okay, sure. I’m busy right now.” Tom looked back to the camera, “anyways, as I was saying, don’t stress about not having a new project yet, (Y/N)—”

“(Y/N)?” The other voice whisper-yelled. “Let me say hi!”, suddenly the phone was yanked out of Tom's hands and the video shook around a bit as Tom wrestled to get it back. Finally, the camera stilled and Harrison was on the other end smiling. “Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, hi Harrison!” You smiled back, laughing. You'd met Harrison a few times when he visited Tom on set. “How are you?”

The camera started moving around more as the background behind Harrsion whizzed past. You assumed Tom must’ve been chasing him to get the phone back.

“I’m good! I just auditioned for a new movie. You should audition too! The main female lead’s description looks just like you.” He exclaimed, running past the kitchen to his room.

“Oi! Give me my phone back you div!” You heard Tom yelling in the background, no doubt in hot pursuit of Harrison.

“I don’t know, I'm not sure I’m prepared for a lead role.” You sighed, “What’s the movie called? I’ll look into it.”

“It’s called ‘Collateral Damage’, it’s a spy movie.” Harrison said, shutting the door to his room, while Tom pounded on it from the other side. “Yeah, it’d be really fun working with you. Tom constantly talks about how much fun you are on set.” Harrison wheezed out, trying to catch his breath.

“Aw, that’s sweet of him.” You laughed. “Well I’ve got to go. Just tell Tom he can call me tomorrow or something.” You waved at the camera. “Bye!”

“Yup, bye.” Harrison said right before the video cut out.

Harrison finally opened the door to a seething Tom. Tom grabbed the phone back from Harrison and noticed that the call had ended.

“Dude! Why would you do that?” Tom whined.

Harrison just patted Tom’s back, “Sorry, mate. She said she had to go, though. I was about to give the phone back.”

Tom huffed and sulked for a moment. “Whatever, I’ll just call her later, I guess.”

Harrison nodded and smirked at how whipped Tom was. “You should just ask her out if you’re so desperate for her attention.” Harrison teased.

“Shut up. I’m not desperate for her attention, I just like her voice and her personality, and the way she talks, and her funny sayings, and how her hair looks when she just woke up.”

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It was only a few days later when you received an email from the director of the movie Harrison told you about, asking for you to audition. You were ecstatic, Harrison must’ve already sent in some things about you since the director seemed adamant that you were of high interest for the role.

You called Tom immediately to share the good news.

He picked up after the third ring, “Hello, darling! How are you?” he beamed when he answered your call. He usually was the one to call you so he felt a sense of pride knowing that you were calling him for once.

“Tom! The director of the movie Harrison auditioned for just emailed me asking for me to audition!” You squealed excitedly.

“Really? That’s wonderful, love! Harrison just got the part of the lead too, so you’d be filming with him if you got it.”

“That’s so exciting, I’m flying to London for the audition in two days. Are you still there?” You pulled the phone away from your ear and switched it to speaker. “I’m booking the flight right now.”

“Yeah, I’ll be in London for another week and a half. Then we have the press tour starting in Japan.” Tom said, also switching to speaker phone to look at his calendar. “You can stay with Harrison and I while you’re here. Since we have to go to Japan together anyways.” Tom offered nervously. He really wanted you to stay in his flat with him. It’d be all cute and domestic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d spend enough time with you to not feel nervous about asking you on a date. If he was lucky, that is, but awaiting your reply he was a jittery ball of nerves.

“Yeah, that sounds wonderful. I won't be intruding though, right?” You said, smiling from ear to ear. Thank god you weren’t on facetime and Tom couldn’t see the stupid smile adoring your features.

“No, of course not. Harry will be so excited to see you. And Tessa too, she really misses you.” Tom shuffled around with his phone, shooting a quick text to Harrison letting him know you were coming to stay for a week.

“Ok, thanks so much, this is really thoughtful of you. I absolutely can’t wait to see you!” You gushed, finalizing your purchase of a one-way ticket to London. “K, the flight is at 2:30 pm here, it’s about 9 and a half hours, but you’re also ahead of me, so I’ll be in around..5?”

“Yeah, that sounds right to me,” Tom chuckled, “I’ll come pick you up. I’ll wear my incognito disguise.”

“If you mean that stupid t-shirt you got that says ‘I’M NOT A CELEBRITY’, then maybe I’ll ask Harrison to come pick me up…”

“That’s cold (Y/L/N).”

You giggled softly, “I’m sorry, Tommy. If it makes you feel better, that shirt isn’t as bad as that stupid blue beanie that you never wear correctly.”

“How the fuck would that make me feel better? You’re killing me, (Y/N/N).”

You laughed at his over dramatic reaction, “Sorry that you’re a sensitive babe. I gotta go now, see you soon!” You hung up before Tom could respond with a sassy quip. Then immediately after you received a text:

Tommy: The second you get here I’m bout to 👊

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Tom called Harrison up after you got off the phone, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn’t say or do anything to embarrass him in front of you.

“Tom, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive? I mean, she’s only staying with us for a week and you already know her so well from spending all that time filming with her.” Harrison sighed, sick of listening to Tom ramble about every possible embarrassing situation he could be put in, in the coming week.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It's no big deal. But don’t mention that time I accidentally shit my pants at the club, or that time I got hit in the head with a golf ball ‘cus I got distracted by a flock of geese, or that time a got chased by a flock of geese, or—”

“Geez, mate. At this point we might as well not even talk to her.” Harrison chuckled, thinking of all the stories he could bring up about Tom around the dinner table with you. Tom really was just a walking ball of embarrassing moments.

“Stoppp ittt,” Tom whined, “when we were on set it was usually just the cast and Harry around, but you? You could do some real fucking damage to my love life, Haz.”

“What love life?” Harrison barked out, laughing.

Tom then hung up and began praying to whatever god was out there that this week could go by without a hitch, and then you and him would be on your way, together, to Japan.

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The whole week spent in London actually went really well, especially the audition. Tom and Harrison both accompanied you for moral support, well Harrison actually had to be there to be your scene partner, but it was still nice knowing he supported you.

The director shook your hand and you went through the normal formalities before beginning your scene with Harrison. It was a quick scene with a monologue in it. The main premise of the movie was all about choosing love over work, especially in dangerous, life-threatening scenarios. The scene you used to audition with Harrison was the scene where the main character, Lincoln, and his lover interest, Mallory, were arguing, trying to push each other away to keep each other safe. The scene had a lot of raw emotion that you were able to tap into, and the directors gave your performance a standing ovation once the scene concluded.

They said that they’d get back to you within the next few days, but they also mentioned how the chemistry between you and Harrison was off the charts, leaving you hopeful. Tom and Harrison both gave you hugs and pats on the back. Tom had watched the whole scene unfold and he was in complete and utter awe of your talent. Part of him was annoyed that he didn’t audition for the movie and a chance as your love interest. But Harrison deserved this big break and so did you, so he was hopeful of the outcome being something that benefitted both of his best friends.

After the audition the rest of the week went by nearly perfectly. The real kicker was when Tom’s family invited you and Harrison to join them for dinner. Tom had not anticipated his mom asking you to come to family dinner, so he wasn’t able to stop the embarrassing anecdotes his mom told on his behalf.

“Tom had the cutest little tush,” Nikki exclaimed, placing the old homemade scrapbook in your lap and flipping through a couple of pages. “See look,” she happily pointed to a picture of Tom as a toddler in a bath, surrounded by bubbles, his little bum poking through them.

Tom sat uncomfortably on the sofa next to you, cringing at the now 21 year old photo of him. He expected you to also cringe along, or worse case scenario, get up and make a flimsy excuse to leave his crazy family, but you just chuckled along with Nikki and continued making your way through the scrapbook, making little comments here and there.

“Oh, and this one,” Nikki said, pointing to a photo of Tom crying and Sam holding up a superhero action figure triumphantly, “that was Tom’s favorite toy, but when Sam saw how much Tom liked it, he made an effort to always be playing with it when Tom came into the room and he wouldn’t share.”

You giggled at the little whiny face Tom made in the picture, and turned to him, replicating it on your face, making fun of him. Tom laughed along and playfully shoved you. He adored how well you seemed to fit in with his family and his feelings for you only multiplied.

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The week in London was one of the best in your life. You didn’t realize how much you missed Tom until you got to the airport and he was there waiting for you, unfortunately in his stupid blue beanie, and no, it wasn’t on right, his big ears poked out of it horrendously.

The last day you had in London before you and Tom went to Japan, you finally received a call about the audition. The director called you to congratulate you on getting the part, and he sent you numerous emails about scheduling, where to be, and when. Harrison was elated to have a familiar face playing his love interest on screen, and Tom was over the moon excited for you, this on top of the Spider-man movie coming out, you were certainly becoming a force to be reckoned with.

You spent the night celebrating at a club, Harry and Sam also showed up to party with you. The night was still young and the club was already packed and in full swing. Tom ordered two shots for each of you to start off the night before he was whisked away by a few fans to sign autographs. When he didn’t return you took it upon yourself to have his shots, giving you an extra edge to help spice up your night.

Harrison found Tom in the corner of the club talking to some fans. But throughout his whole time taking pictures with them, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once and a while. You looked so carefree and beautiful, dancing around in your shiny silver top and leather leggings.

“Tom.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s gawking and directed his attention to the small group of fans Tom was with.

Tom nodded and finished up his pictures and autographs before wishing them all a good and safe night. Once he reached you, you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you for such a great time in London, Tommy.” you slurred, already feeling the impact of the four shots you took. “I had the best time of my whole life.” You pecked his cheek and pulled him close to dance with you.

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The following month or so on the press tour was a once in a lifetime experience. You travelled to more cities than you even knew the name of and you had all of your friends by your side. More so, you had motivation to remain approachable and well liked by fans considering that you were moving up in the industry. Some interviews were mostly for Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. Your role in the movie was big enough for you to be needed for some interviews, and most people were genuinely interested in getting to know you, but there were also a handful of press activities that you weren’t included in, which you didn’t mind.

When you didn’t have anything to do for an hour or so, you would text Harrison and send him funny memes. He was quickly becoming one of your closest friends; you had already created a surplus of inside jokes with him just over the phone.

Tom noticed how you were always laughing at your phone or rapid fire texting. Even when you were being interviewed, Tom could faintly hear the buzz of your text message notifications going off.

“Tom,” you snapped in front of his eyes, “did you need something?”

“Huh?” Tom blinked a few times, “Uh—no, sorry.” Tom’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed for having been caught staring at you. He couldn’t help it though, you were dressed so pretty that day. You had your hair done up in two bubble braids and you wore his pink sweatshirt over your yellow sundress.

“Okay then.” You smiled at him. You went back to your phone, reading what Harrison had just texted you. “What was the name of that comedian we watched the other night?”

“The one on Netflix?”

You hummed out a yes, tapping away at your phone.

“Burt Kreisher, why?” Tom asked, leaning over to your chair to try and catch a glimpse of who you were texting. When he saw the contact name “Hazzy”, he couldn't stop the little angry pit of jealousy that started in his stomach. Sure, you were here with him now, not with Harrison, but when you two were apart you also texted him nonstop, and the texts seemed to all be inside jokes, which was something you also shared with him that he held near and dear.

“I made a joke referencing him to Harrison and he didn’t get it. Fucking nerd.” You chuckled, texting Harrison a link to the skit you were referring to.

Tom chuckled along, but he couldn’t help but frown slightly at how bright your smile was when Harrison replied.

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The press tour and premiere of the movie seemed to go by lighting fast. You’d never been to a premiere for a production this big, and your nerves for the red carpet were starting to get to you.

You and Zendaya were stuffed into a hotel room with both of your respective teams, both trying to rapidly get both of you ready for the event.

“So when do you start filming for your next project?” Zendaya asked, she sat in front of a broadway-equse mirror, bright bulbs of light giving a luminescent glow to her already near flawless complexion. She hadn’t even finished her makeup yet and she was so pretty.

“In a month, I have to go back to London next week.” You said, sifting through the opinions you brought for dresses. You brought three options, just in case you changed your mind after seeing yourself in the dress. “Harrison and I are going to go over the scripts together and we were also told to go out in public a few times; for press and whatnot.”

“That’s exciting!” Zendaya mused, she glanced at the clock and gave her hairdresser some instructions about how much time she had to do hair. “It’s a good thing you guys are already friends. I remember when I filmed ‘The Greatest Showman’ I didn’t know many of the actors personally, so we had to go out together and do press all while being almost strangers. It was a bit nerve wracking.” Zendaya smiled at you fondly, she was like an older sister to you during this whole movie-making process, she constantly had your back.

“Yeah, I mean I’ll probably be in a situation like that at some point, but for my first lead role it’s nice to be working opposite a friend.” You smiled back, finally deciding on the red, sequined dress.

You both sat and worked through the makeup process in comfortable silence.

“So you and Tom…” Zendaya broke the silence and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

“What?” You looked at her with a dumbfounded look, before nervously laughing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb, (Y/N/N).” She poked your arm and laughed, “He’s literally obsessed with you.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. A movie star, and very famous movie star at that, obsessed with you? You? Impossible.

“Yeah no, sorry but you got the wrong girl, babe.” You sighed, pulling out your phone to snap and selfie with her for your instagram story. You quickly snapped a pic of the two of you, her kissing your cheek, leaving a small, faint lipstick mark. “I mean it’d be nice,” you back tracked, “but I’m sure that’s just my wishful thinking.”

“What wishful thinking? I thought you were a pessimist?” Zendaya chuckled, taking her own photo with you to post later.

“I am, but I can’t help but indulge a bit.”

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Before you knew it, you were back in London, staying in a rented out flat for the next three to four months. Harrison was kind enough to come over to help you set up a work space, but he also offered you to spend most of your time at his place. Since Tom was in New York, doing interviews about the new Spider-man movie and having meetings with the Marvel Cinematic Universe team to try and gauge his future in the MCU, he wouldn’t be around for almost a month, so Harrison offered up Tom’s office when you needed to go over a scene by yourself and wanted a place that was already set up.

The days of filming seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Most of your scenes were with Harrison, and he was the perfect scene partner. He rarely messed up, but if he did then he was quick to use it as an opportunity to improvise. His skills weren’t as well honed in like Tom’s, but it was obvious that their style ranged from a similar source.

The main thing about this movie that you were excited, but extremely nervous for, were the two sex scenes. The first one is at the beginning, where the two leads give in to each other for a night, then there's some implied stuff in between, and the last one is when the two leads part ways for the final time at the end of the movie. The first one had to be rough, fast, and needy, whereas the second one was direct to be more slow, thought out, and sensual.

Both were extremely stress-inducing to film. Harrison had also never done any scenes like this before, so he was on the same boat as you. Thankfully you had an amazing director and stunt coordinator to work with and with the help of other crew members, the scenes were mapped out so that it wasn’t too much improv or guessing on your part.

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The first intimate scene you shot actually happened to be the one at the end of the movie. That scene was more tame and dealt with more emotional subtexts than physical. Since you filmed that one first, you went into filming the next one with more confidence. It only took a few days to get the first scene down to perfection, so with this newfound confidence, it shouldn’t take too long to get the next one done.

On the days you shot intimate scenes, you only needed to wear the costume you wore before the scene and then you changed into a robe with nude underwear underneath. The bits with the outfit on before were already shot, so the director called a 30 minute break until you could begin shooting the actual sex part.

You were standing by the snack table, eyes scanning the table for any more muffins leftover from breakfast. The robe you wore made your skin prickle whenever a draft came onto set.

Just as you had found the muffin you were looking for, a pair of warm hands covered your eyes.

“Guess who!” An all too familiar warm, British accentuated, voice called.

You turned around in his arms, effectively nudging his hands from your face, and soon you were met with the warmest hazel eyes. Eyes that you missed so much this past month.

“Tommy!” You squealed and thrusted yourself into him in a hug. He immediately reciprocated it and wrapped your body in warmth. “What’re you doing here?” You asked once you let go of him.

“Harrison gave me the location so I could come watch you film. I just got home, like, two days ago.” Tom eyed you up and down, not realizing what little you had on. “Um—are you wearing anything under that?” He pointed up and down your figure.

“Nope, today and tomorrow we’re scheduled to film the sex scene.” You said casually, doing a silly twirl. Tom gulped.

“A s-sex scene?” He choked, “I didn’t know you guys had one.”

“Yup,” you smirked, “two actually, this is my first one ever, Haz’s too, I think. Well actually, we filmed the sex scene at the end of the movie last week.”

“Yeah… t-that’s cool.” Tom smiled weakly.

Right as you were about to continue your conversation with Tom, an arm swung over your shoulder and pulled you close. Harrison smiled at the both of you. He wore a similar robe to yours, except he left the front open. His plaid boxers on full display.

“Don’t listen to her, Tom. She’s a natural.” Harrison pinched your cheeks. Tom clenched his jaw at the comment. He knew Harrison hadn't meant to imply anything with it, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind the otherwise innocent compliment.

You giggled and pushed his hand away, “Only ‘cus my scene partner is so darn cute.” You retaliated, poking and tickling his pecs.

This kind of goofy banter was normal between you and Harrison, but Tom hadn’t seen either of you in so long. He also had never seen you two interact so fluently with each other. He watched the interaction with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along and shrugging every once in a while to seem like he was paying attention. In reality though, he couldn’t pry his thoughts away from how close you were to Harrison.

“Ok everyone! Places! Let’s wrap this scene up and put it to rest today!” Your director called. You and Harrison smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Harrison pointed to a chair in the room that had a nice view of the set where Tom could watch. Tom nodded and walked over to the chair, enthusiasm for watching you work completely dissipating.

The scene started off rough right off the bat. The second the director said ‘Action!’ you and Harrison were practically pouncing on each other. Harrison had you pressed up against the wall and you were both breathing heavily. He was leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collar bones. Your moans, which Tom always imagined to sound like music to his ears, sounded too real for his liking. But no matter how much he tried to look away, his eyes were glued to the two bodies moving fluidly with one another.

“Cut! Cut!” The director yelled, effectively ending the scene. You and Harrison pulled apart and he gave you a peck on the cheek, as in saying ‘good job’. “That was good, but Harrison,” The blonde nodded, awaiting further instruction. “You gotta be a little rougher, hm?”

Harrison nodded along with the critique. “(Y/N)?” the director moved his attention to you, “would it be okay if Harrison marked you up? Just a few hickeys to really sell the illusion. We can do without, though, if you feel uncomfortable.”

Tom overheard the interaction and internally hoped that you were too uncomfortable for that, but deep down he knew you would do it. You were never the type to stray away from a challenge.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, chest still heaving from the scene. You looked at Harrison. “Is that okay with you?”

Harrison nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, you guys have been working at this scene for days now, but he’d never been rough enough to leave marks. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t invigorate him.

So the scene started from the top, you pressed up against the wall, all your weight shoved between the flimsy wall of the set and Harrison’s strong arms. Harrison did exactly as the director required, leaving noticeable dark spots across the top of your chest. Unlike your previous moans, which had just been for show, this new roughness in his actions tore real moans from your lips.

Tom sat uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he picked a different day to visit you on set. He shifted around, watching twin moans pull from both you and Harrison’s throat. He watched as you nipped at Harrison's ear as he faux thrusted into you. The jealousy that had pitted itself in his stomach soon turned to self-loathing. You looked really into the scene, he couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding. He knew you were a great actress, but he couldn’t believe that this was all acting. In his eyes, he believed that some part of you must wish that this was real. And part of you did like this scenario, but you wouldn’t have picked Harrison to be opposite you in this little fantasy.

Your moans and Harrisons both grew louder, leading up to the climax as scripted. Tom, not wanting to watch anymore exited the set quickly before he could watch the scene end.

You and Harrison finished up, gaining applause and praise afterwards from the director and crew members on set.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked, scrambling back into your robe and smoothing out your now roughed up hair.

Harrison, now noticing the absence of his best friend, began to feel a bit guilty. He knew Tom had a thing for you, maybe he should’ve told Tom not to visit set today.

“Um, (Y/N)?” He mumbled, pulling you aside slightly.

“Yeah?” You still looked around for Tom a bit, heart sinking when you realized that he must've left without saying goodbye.

“I shouldn’t be the one telling you this,” Harrison began, drawing your full attention, “but Tom really likes you. He always downplayed it, so I didn’t realize how much, but I think watching this scene might’ve upset him a bit.” Harrison looked towards the exit, no doubtedly where Tom left through, out into the parking lot.

“Oh—oh!” You gasped, feeling terribly for having put Tom in such an awkward position. “I didn’t know he felt the same.” You whispered, smiling softly to yourself. Guess Z was right after all. You pulled away from Harrison, “I’ll go talk to him.”

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Tom didn’t go far. He still wanted to be there to support you; he didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick, but he couldn’t keep watching that intimacy between you and his best friend. He sat on the curb outside of the building the set was built in. A few people passed him going to their designated buildings on the lot, but he didn’t pay any mind to them, too lost in his thoughts. He needed to tell you sooner rather than later how he felt. No time to be a pussy anymore.

“Tom?” You walked up next to his sitting figure, still only in a robe, tightly wrapped around you. He looked up to acknowledge you, mumbling a soft ‘Hey.’ before looking back down, trying to collect his thoughts and courage. It’s now or never.

You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Harrison told me something interesting in there,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “about you.”

Tom’s head shot up, and he looked at you with frantic eyes, only imagining the worse. There were too many things Harrison could’ve told you about Tom to sully your image of him.

“Whatever it was, he's a lying prick!” Tom rushed out.

You giggled, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes boring into yours.

“That’s a shame then,” You shrugged, “considering I like you too.”

Tom breathed out a sigh of relief, before looking back at you, doing a double take.

“Wait, what?”

“Mhm, yeah.” You said casually, standing up. “But since Harrison’s a liar then I suppose he was wrong.” You teased.

“No!” Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back next to him, but his aim was a bit off and you ended up in his lap. “He lies about a lot, but not about this.”

You smiled at him, “I should hope not, considering I’m crazy about you.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face, but then he noticed the marks left on you by Harrison. Remembering why he was insecure in the first place, he looked away.

“What about Harrison?” He asked. You looked at him utterly confused. Tom caught on and explained further. “You looked like you were really into that scene with him.”

You giggled and pinched Tom’s cheek, turning it red. “I’m an actress, you idiot.”

Tom scoffed, “I know that. It’s just— I didn’t realize you could fake that kind of love.”

You looked at Tom’s downcast face. You leaned in and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. You nipped and sucked softly, leaving a nice, dark pink blotch that would go away in a few days under his jaw and he whimpered softly.

“I’d never fake that kind of love with you.” You grabbed his face, holding it gently in your hands. “I’d never have to.” You whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and sweet.

Tom pulled you closer, resting a hand on the small of your back, kissing back fervently.

The short make-out session being cut short by the door to the set bursting opened. Harrison rushing out, now dressed in slacks and a white button up for the next scene you needed to shoot that day.

“(Y/N)! Hair and makeup need you.” You lugged yourself off of Tom’s lap, promising to talk to him after you finished for the day. You went back inside, jokingly blowing a kiss to Harrison on your way.

Harrison stayed outside and sat next to Tom.

“Did she confess first?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yup.” Tom smiled happily, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick he saw you put on earlier.

“You owe me 10 pounds then, you wimp.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Tom groaned, promptly pulling ten pounds out of his wallet and handing it to Haz.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland oneshot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland smut #harrison osterfeild fluff #harrison osterfield #platonic!harrison osterfield

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poguesholland · 3 years

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Hey could you write something for Harrison where you really like him but the last person you were with rejected you so your scared to tell him

“Fucking tell him already, Y/N” Tom groaned, cutting you off. He was sick of hearing you talk about Harrison over and over with no intention of acting on your feelings. This had been going on for a year now and all your friends were so done with this.

You let out a laugh, thinking Tom was being sarcastic. “Sure, Of course Tom, great idea” You spoke sarcastically only to look at Tom and realize that he wasn’t joking. Not the slightest bit. “Are you joking? There’s no way I could ever tell him. Not after what happened with Alex” You shook your head, the idea of Harrison ever finding out how you feel almost bringing you nightmares.

Alex was a guy you had liked last year. You two were the closest anyone could be and naturally, you developed feelings for him. Everyone thought that the feeling was mutual. But when you told Alex how you felt, he shot you down in the worst way possible. He broke you.

“You what?” Alex spits, as you began to feel like he wasn’t too happy about what you were saying. “I, I like you” You repeat, with less confidence this time. Alex shakes his head, raising his eyebrows with a look of frustration displayed on his face. “I can’t fucking believe this” He mumbles under his breath, hands going through his hair. You stand there, not really believing the way he was reacting right now.

“Alex-” You start but he cuts you off, “Just shut up!” He yells at you making you flinch. Alex grabs his stuff and quickly walks towards the door, his shoulder bumping into yours. “Why would you ruin this?” He asks, angry with you for ‘ruining’ your friendship. “You made me think you feel the same way! Don’t act like I’m some crazy bitch who likes you!” You retort. “How could I ever feel the same way about you?” Alex spits, and your heart dropped to the floor and he slammed the door.

“We both know Harrison would never do what Alex did, Y/N, if you don’t tell him I will”. You raise your eyebrows at Tom, believing that there was no way on Earth that what he was saying could be true. “The boys and I are sick and tired of hearing you bitch about how you much you like him, so if you don’t tell Harrison by the end of the week, I will.” Tom deadpanned and you turned as pale as a ghost.

Tom gets up from the table, making you scramble to get up and follow him. “Tom! Tom, you’re- No, you’re joking. Right? Tom, no!” You pleaded and he turned around to face you. A smirk plastered on his face as he saw the fear in your eyes. “Bye, Y/N” Tom leaned on to leave a kiss on your cheek as you froze in place, crossing your hands over each other. You raised the finger at him, only making him laugh.

How could you possibly tell Harrison how you felt? What would you even say? How could you deal with him not feeling the same way? What if it ruined your friendship? What if he laughed at you? But a little part of your brain thought the opposite, what if he felt the same way?

Three days go by and you were yet to say anything to Harrison. Tom and the boys were keeping a close eye on you, giving you a warning look when you two were alone and you left to avoid saying anything. They had been trying their best to make sure that you two were always left alone for as long as possible, in an attempt to give you as many opportunities as they could. But, alas, nothing worked.

“Tom, do you wanna help me get something from the kitchen?” Harry rushed as he quickly got up from the couch. Tom immediately followed, “Yeah! I need-Um, some ice, yeah ice”. Harrison looked at them skeptically and you gave them a death glare. Now it was just you and Harrison on the couch.

Harrison laughed lightly, “What’s up with those two divs?”. You forced a laugh, covering up the anxiousness you were feeling at that moment. “No idea” You raised your eyebrows, but Harrison could tell that you were acting weird. Your hands rub your arms, trying to rid yourself of the nervous goosebumps beginning to appear on your body from the tension between you two.

“Y/N, is everything-” He starts but you shoot up off of the couch. “I need some ice!” You stutter out, rushing to the kitchen only to be met with a glaring Tom and Harry. You walk past them like nothing was wrong but Harry gives you a smack on the head. “Ow! What the fuck, Harry!” You yelp in pain, clutching your head to try to relive it. “Tell him” They both whisper-yell at you before leaving, making you huff.

Every time you almost said something, you could genuinely feel your throat dry up and words would not come out of your mouth. But as those three days went by, you found yourself trying harder and harder to just spit it out.

Harrison didn’t know why you were being so distant lately. You two were always together, always sitting beside each other, always taking naps together, always going everywhere together, but that was not the case anymore.

You rested your head against the couch, sprawling your legs out in front of you. Harrison and you continue watching the movie intently, the popcorn he had made already finished while the movie had another hour to go.

Harrison shifts to find a comfortable position and is unsuccessful, so he turns to lay his head on your lap and put his legs up on the couch. This was how you always watched movies but as soon as Harrison did so, you shot up from your position feeling panicked.

Harrison’s head hits the couch making him groan, reaching a hand up to rub his head. He looks up to say something to you, but you were already long gone and out of sight. Hurt fills Harrison’s chest as he was now sure that something was up with you.

You unlock your door, walking into your shared apartment. Immediately, you take notice that your roommates were nowhere to be seen as you close the door. However, you were proven wrong when you walk into the kitchen to see Harrison, making you jump up. “Shit, Haz! You scared me!” You exclaim, putting a hand over your heart as you laugh. His heart hurt once he heard his nickname leave your mouth, it’s been days since you said his name. It was his favorite sound coming from you.

The laugh on your face quickly falters as Harrison doesn’t respond, not even making the effort to turn around to look at you. You furrow your eyebrows, “Hello?”. No response. You walk around the kitchen counter to stand next to him, but he continues cutting up the vegetables he was cooking. “Harrison?” You call out but he doesn’t even turn to acknowledge your presence.

“Is something wrong? Did I do something?” Your voice quiet as you watch him, not even phased by you talking to him. “Talk to me Haz, please?” You call out again and Harrison drops the knife on the cutting board, huffing in frustration. He turns to face you with an angry look on his face, making you even more confused.

Harrison raises his eyebrows, “So now you want to talk to me? No, I’m sorry, now you feel like talking to me?”. You look at him with confusion, “What? I always want to talk to you. What are you talking about?”. He shakes his head, crossing his arms in disbelief as he looks at you.

“Harrison?” You question him again when you don’t get an answer. “Don’t fucking Harrison me!” He yells in frustration but lowering his voice after he realized, “Just don’t”. Unintentionally, you flinch at his loud voice. You rest your elbow on the kitchen counter, trying to figure out what he was talking about and what got him so mad.

A huff of defeat escapes your lips, “What the hell are you talking about?”. Harrison clenches his jaw and bites the inside of his cheek. “You haven’t talked to me all week, you run away when I enter a room you’re in. As soon as we’re alone, you leave. You can’t even look me in my fucking eye, Y/N! And now you want to talk to me?”.

You immediately shut up, looking anywhere but at Harrison as you feel ashamed of yourself. Harrison moves closer towards you, looking into your eyes as you try to keep your composure, avoiding his eyes. He looks at you for any sign of a response, but shakes his head when he doesn’t get one. “I’m not fucking doing this right now” He mumbles under his breath, walking out of the kitchen.

“Tom told me I have to tell you about my feelings for you before the end of the week, or he will” You sigh, not sure if you even thought that whole sentence through before saying it. Harrison freezes in his place as he tries to register what you just said, there was no way. No, this didn’t make any sense.

He turns around to face you and your eyes meet, your eyes full of fear that this would be the end of your friendship. “I couldn’t talk to you all week. I- Um, I was too nervous to be around you and couldn’t bring myself to tell you, but here we are I guess” You ramble quietly as Harrison stares at you with a dumbfounded look.

“About your feelings for me..” Harrison tries to comprehend and you nod, waiting for any sort of response from him. His silence was killing you. “I didn’t want to do it, after what happened with Alex-” “Alex is a dick” Harrison retorts, his voice sour at the sound of his name. He absolutely hated him, even before he broke your heart. He hated him even more when you were crying into his chest every night about what Alex did.

He didn’t tell you this but as soon as Tom told him what happened, Harrison went to Alex’s apartment. All of Alex’s neighbors could hear Harrison yelling at him as Alex stood there, like a coward, trying not to cry. Harrison knew you would’ve gotten angry if he told you so he kept it to himself, and swore that any guy after that he would keep an eye out on.

You clear your throat, “Yeah- Um, that’s true. I just- I was scared that you would...”. Harrison continue the sentence for you, “I would do the same thing”. You don’t reply, knowing Harrison was hurt from that comment. “Y/N, I am nothing like Alex, okay? You know that, you know me” He speaks quietly, taking a few steps towards you and you nod.

Your hands grip the counter behind your back as you look at the boy in front of you, trying to digest the information you were saying. “Did Tom tell you why you should tell me?” Harrison asks with a bit of realization in his voice, confusing you. “No, Um- He just said I should tell you how I feel”. Harrison nods, a small smile making its way onto his face.

Staring at him blankly, you try to make sense of why he was smiling. You had just ruined your friendship, was he happy? Relieved? Harrison walks closer until his hands grip the counter behind you, only a few centimeters separating the two of you.

“Did Tom tell you that I feel the same way? That I’ve had feelings for you for almost three years now? That seeing you with any other guy broke my heart? That I wanted to kill Alex for what he did to you?” Harrison asks, his voice quiet. Your eyes widen, thinking that this had to be a joke.

Harrison’s hand slides to yours on the counter, holding it gently. “That I had no idea how he could lose such an amazing girl like you? That I thought he was crazy to not appreciate how lucky he was to have you?”. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. His hand slides up your arm, going to cup and caress your face slowly. You felt yourself shiver at his touch, almost like it was electricity.

“W-Why didn’t you-” “Tell you?” ,He continues and you nod, “Just thought that there was no way you felt the same about me”. You straighten your back, your chests now brushing against each other. “I would be crazy not to love you, Haz” You admit, and Harrison’s hand grips your tighter once you said those two words. “Y/N, be very careful with your words okay? I cant-” He shuts his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours as he tried to control himself.

Your fingers slip in between his, resting on the counter as Harrison opened his eyes. “I know” You state quietly, showing that you were being one hundred percent truthful. Harrison quickly leans forwards to push his lips against yours, making your breath get caught in your throat.

His lips move against yours in perfect sync as he moves closer to you, pressing you harder into the counter and his body. The hand on your cheek moves to your waist and grips it tightly, kissing you needily. A hand of yours goes to his chest to steady yourself.

You slow your lips against his before pulling away to catch your breath. Harrison licks his lips as he looks at you, admiring how beautiful you are. “I love you” He speaks up, and you look up at him. A shy smile finds its way to your face as you bring your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I love you too” You whisper against his lips and feel him smile. You lean in to kiss him before both of you smile into the kiss, breaking it.

Harrison brings you in to hug you tightly, holding you so softly, like you were made of glass. You rest your head in the crook of his neck as you take in his warmth. “Holy shit! Tom what did I tell you! Both of you divs owe me a hundred each!” Paddy yells, startling both of you. You move your head to see Tom, Harry and Paddy looking at the two of you, only making you hide your flushed face once again.

“Finally told him, did you? Wonder who gave you that idea” Tom teases and you whine, making Harrison laugh. He holds you close to him before slightly turning around to face the guys, mouthing an excited ‘yes’ and pumping his fist to the air. You feel Harrison shoo them out of the kitchen, just wanting to be with you.

Harrison’s arms hook under your thighs and lift you up, making a squeal leave your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks towards his bedroom. “No fucking while we’re in the house!” Harry yells making you yell at him, “Harry!”. Harrison only laughs at the two of you and shakes his head, “Only been twenty minutes and you already made a dirty joke, Harry”.

“Ignore him, love” Harrison mumbles against your cheek as you giggle. The nickname makes butterflies appear in your stomach. You were grateful that your friends had pushed you to tell Harrison how you felt. Because what else would you need other than this?

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bean-chaointe · 2 years

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More thoughts on oaths and some basic terms to start negotiating from.

I do believe that not every spiritworker has to have personal cultus with gods, and even if they do, there's no actual template for what that has to look like unless the spiritworker in question belongs to a lineage/tradition that says otherwise.

(My previous rambling about the pros and cons of oaths: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/bean-chaointe/675523497936699392 )

That being said, if someone's in a position to be swearing oaths with entities (and they've done the div, and talked to the beings they need to talk to for guidance/permission, and the oath isn't a prescribed one from their tradition, etc etc), I thought I'd offer some of the shit I find helpful.

Some of the...template?...below is based on my own shenanigans with various entities and being a former legal advocate. A lot of it is informed by my yaya (religious elder) being not only similar in neurodivergence to me but also formerly pre-law and a kinkster, and xir sensibilities just reinforced mine. 😂

I always write my oaths down, including the terms I ask from the other entity, and I try to negotiate making sure that the following is always included. Some of these may not be applicable to everyone, and that's fine - they're my oaths, not yours, lol - but I offer my "terms try including in every oath with a god" basics as an example of what you could have, in case any of them are new ideas.

I swear to:

Listen when you speak and take your words under sincere consideration

Speak of you and our relationship with respect and dignity

Work on deepening my understanding of our relationship in this life in ways we can negotiate as needed

To extend the same assumption of good faith as I ask from you in return

To take responsibility for any occasions in which I make a mistake or fail to uphold my half of this oath

To discuss renegotiation of the terms of this oath if you ever feel it necessary.

[additional terms as relevant to any service, the relationship between me and the entity, whatever else; this includes duration of the oath or other time-bound agreements]

I ask [entity] to swear to:

Not to put me in a position of having to break my oaths with other gods and spirits

Respect my autonomy, my boundaries, and my perspective both as an individual entity and as a currently embodied living human, and to discuss conflicts over those things with good faith and mutual consent

Assume good faith when I make a mistake unless there’s concrete reason not to

Be honest if there's information you can't share with me, rather than misrepresent a situation by intent or omission

Be a source of support, protection, and guidance in ways which are rightful, blessed, and in harmony with my other oaths (feel free to expand this in more detail, since you may have specific ideas of what this does - or doesn't - look like in practice**)

Discuss renegotiation of the terms of this oath if I ever feel it necessary

[additional terms as relevant to service, the relationship between me and the entity, whatever else]

** For example, if someone goes to the Morrigan like, "Give me strength," even odds you'll end up tossed into the deep end of a rough situation because nothing teaches you what you're capable of like survival pressure. 😅

The bits about assuming good faith when mistakes are made and not misrepresenting a situation are rooted in some past personal trauma of mine. If you have specific emotional vulnerabilities which may get stepped on or even triggered, I think it's worth tossing in some language around those so that you can rest into knowing where the boundaries and expectations are clearly set.

(Seriously, the worst time to try figuring out relationship stuff is in the middle of a crisis. Better to hope for the best but plan for the worst, imho.)

When in doubt over something, I err more on the side of caution than a blank check of trust. But there may be times when being more freeform about it is part of your relationship with an entity, such as my own with Badb, which is where taking plenty of time to build trust, understanding, and shared communication norms is really helpful so that those blank checks of trust don't feel more like the Sword of Damocles hanging over you.

("Hound, you sound like a goddamn therapist" - well, for one, I'm a peer counselor, so are you really that surprised, and two, DAMN RIGHT, DO YOU REALIZE HOW OFTEN PAGANS AND SPIRITWORKERS GET THEMSELVES INTO ENTIRELY PREVENTABLE FIXES WITH THEIR GODS AND SPIRITS BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T TAKE THE TIME TO JUST SLOW THEIR FUCKING ROLL. 😤Oaths aren't for everyone and that's okay!)

Anyway. This isn't comprehensive (some oaths can be really specific and detailed, and I've seen some which include descriptions of consequences for either side breaking an oath), but so far I've found these to be a decent starting place for negotiating several of my own spirit relationships.

#polytheism #spiritwork #oaths #hound yells religion

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voxofthevoid · 3 years

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Here we go! #3 and #20, if you’d be so kind.

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

// darkfic warning //

For around a year now, I've been nursing this dimension travel idea (yes another one) – even dabbled a few thousand words of the first part. The premise was that the Bucky from a world where both Steve and Bucky are (were) Winter Soldiers end up in a canon-ish (post-TWS canon div) world, where Steve and Bucky are not dating and are, in fact, navigating a fairly strained relationship.

But the scene that sparked the whole thing was of canon!Bucky then reverse travelling to the world with WS!Steve and witnessing first-hand how he treats his Bucky (or any Buckys). I won't go into detail here because I'll have to slap 10,000 warnings on this post, but if you've read my darker stories, you'd have an idea.

What I wanted to do was contrast how Bucky from the dark dimension seems happy and well-adjusted but is really, really not, while canon-ish Bucky is (was) processing his trauma at his own, healthy pace. It wasn't pretty, but he was doing good.

And then it all goes to shit because c'mon, it's me.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Alliteration.

Guys, I sneak so much alliteration and assonance into fics with utter and unrepentant glee. I don't know why it's so satisfying.

Ironically, the more complex stuff—symbolism, atmosphere, even bookends—all often write themselves without much conscious input from me.

Ask in response to this post

#circaclementine #i love my anons #ask game #stucky

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parkersbliss · 4 years

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High Up There | T. Holland

Paring: Tom Holland X Female Reader

Warnings: Language

@dylanstilinskiposts requested: LISTEN I am obSESSED with interviews w Tom x reader so please do one where it’s Tom and reader on Ellen’s game of games and they’re doing the one where a persons in the air on a harness and their partner is like “_ can name 5 cities!” Or somethin like that y/n is in the air and Tom on the ground and they’re bickering the whole time like when KBell and Dax did it please I’m BEGGING

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"Welcome to Ellen's game of games!" Ellen announces. "Today we are playing you bet your girlfriend with Tom Holland and (Y/N) (L/N) against Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton!"

Tom's hand is around your waist, pulling you close as you all wave at the camera. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, causing you to blush and scrunch up your nose. Ellen goes on about the rules of the game and turns toward the couples.

"The way this game works is both Natalia and (Y/N) will be strapped into these two harnesses, blindfolded, they will be suspended above this mattress." She motions to the setup where both you and Natalia were currently strapped into, "Tom and Charlie will stand behind the podiums and I will announce a category, like cereal. Tom will say, 'I bet my girlfriend can name six brands of cereal. Charlie can either challenge or bet higher. They have thirty seconds to complete the bet. If she can't, she will drop and if she can, the other person drops. The first one to hit the mattress loses, Are we ready?"

Everyone nods their heads and Ellen pushes a button, causing you to be lifted out of Tom's arms as he slips your mask over your eyes.

"Good luck, darlin' don't lose this for me," Tom winks.

"I won't lose if you don't bet like you do at pubs."

Tom places a hand over his heart while walking to stand behind the podium, "And here I thought we were a team."

"Your first category is boy bands!" Ellen said.

"I bet my girlfriend can name eight boy bands!" Tom said.

"What?" You shriek. "Eight? I can barely name three!"

Tom shrugs from his place on the ground, "Oh well, guess you'll drop."

"TOM!"

Charlie chuckles, "I challenge."

Natalia groans from her stop beside you, "You're kidding me!"

"You have thirty seconds, go!"

"Wait, what? No, no oh my gosh," You panic.

"C'mon babe!"

"Jonas brothers, the Beatles, shoot, oh big time rush, crap does one direction count?"

"They just made a comeback!" Tom shouts from below.

"Backstreet Boys! Five seconds of summer, Tom help me!"

There's a terminal beep that goes off signaling the end of your time.

"Unfortunately, I have to drop you now," Ellen said, a smile evident.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" You cry, curling yourself into a small ball.

"Are you ready?"

"NO!"

"She means yes," Tom interjects.

"I do not!"

"I have to drop you."

"Yeah, yeah okay," You agree, bracing yourself.

"I'm right here, love!" Tom calls out, laughing at your state.

"This is your fau-" You don't get to finish your sentence as you begin to fall, you scream, feeling your stomach drop when the harness tugs you back into a resting position.

The crowd interrupts into laughter and you cross your arms, "not funny."

"Our next category is Netflix shows!"

Charlie immediately buzzes in, "I bet my girlfriend can name eight Netflix shows!"

"I bet mine can name nine!"

"Thomas Stanely Holland I am going to kill you!"

Tom chuckles, "Sure love, we'll see about that."

"Let's see it," Charlie smirks.

Natalia groans from next to you, "This is so unfair! Okay let's see," She begins listing show, starting with her own. "To all the boys?"

"That's a movie!"

"Wait no!"

The timer beeps and Natalia drops, you're not sure how much but you hope she's on your level.

"Moving on, types of dance!"

"Any hints, darling?" Tom asks. You give him six fingers.

"Eight?" he jokes.

"Tom!" You warn.

"Okay, okay, I bet my girlfriend can name eight types of dances."

"You div!" You shout at him. Eight. This bastard.

"I love you!"

"I hate you!"

Tom pouts, but obviously, you can't see it.

"I'll challenge," Charlie decides.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," Tom answers for you.

"Oh boy, ok. Ballet, Jazz, contemporary, hip- hop, ballroom, musical theatre, salsa and uh," You curse under your breath.

"One more!"

"Tom shut up!"

"I did it all the time when I was little!"

"Tap!"

The crowd cheers as you take a deep breath, knowing you'd be safe. Natalia drops again, Charlie stutters a sorry through his laughter. Natalia scowls him. She only had one drop left while you had about two or three.

Ellen pulls out the next card, "Disney princesses!"

"I bet my girlfriend can name six Disney princesses!" Charlie said.

Tom smirks, "I bet my girlfriend can name seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

"Alright, let's go," Charlie challenges, clapping his hands together. "You got this Natalia!"

Natalia groans, "No, I don't! Good going!"

Charlie winces but gives her a thumbs up even if she can't see it. Making Tom laugh.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, I think so. Okay, um, Ariel, Belle, Aurora.. shoot, Rapunzel, Cinderella?"

The crowd cheers Natalia on, making her laugh nervously.

"Three more!" Charlie encourages.

"Ahh, uh, Jasmine, Anna and uh, the one who sails! What's her name, oh Moana!" The Timer cuts Natalia off right as she says Moana.

"That was nine! Alright, that means you're being dropped, (Y/N)."

"No, no, no, no!"

Tom laughs, "scared?"

"You'd be too if you were strapped into a harness blindfolded!"

"Love, you forget, I'm Spiderman."

"Whatever, listen when I get out of this harness I am goi-" Tom gives the signal to just drop you and cut off your rambling. You shriek as you drop, feeling your heart pound. God, how you missed the ground at this moment. You were so going to murder Tom after this.

Ellen pulls out the final card, "Makeup products!"

"I bet my girlfriend can name nine products!" Tom shouted. You felt pretty confident with that. Nine was probably your morning routine.

"Ten!" Charlie bets.

"Eleven!"

"Twelve!"

"Charlie!" Natalia screams.

"Thirteen!" Tom said, grinning.

"Challenge accepted," Charlie agrees.

"Are we ready?"

"Uh-huh," You said, running through all the products in your mind.

"GO!"

"Foundation, concealer, eye shadow, baking powder, blush, highlighter, bronzer, mascara, eyebrow gel..." You trail off, racking your brain for more products.

"Lipstick, Lipliner..."

"Two more, darlin'" Tom said, hands clasped tightly together.

"Brow pencil and false lashes!"

Tom cheers, "Yes! You did it!"

You take a deep breath, laughing at your boyfriend's excitement. You could imagine the shit-eating grin he was wearing right now. Ellen drops Natalia, a soft thud signaling she hit the mat.

"Tom and (Y/N) win! You may take off your blindfolds!"

Natalia rips hers off, sitting on the edge of the mat as Charlie comes to her side. You slide yours up to rest on your forehead.

Tom runs to stand at the edge of the mat, "You did it!"

You roll your eyes, "you're in for it when I get down."

"I can drop you now," Ellen offers.

You laugh nerveously, but nod your head knowing Tom would be right by your side when you fall. Ellen pulls the lever and you feel yourself scream for a second, eyes screwed shut as you collapse onto the matt. Tom immediately runs to your side, scooping you out of the harness. He places you gently on the ground and you cross your arms, glaring at him.

"Oh C'mon baby," He said.

"You're the worse," You said, arms still crossed. Tom chuckles pulling you into his chest, "Mm but you love me."

He places a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you (begrudgingly) wrap your arms around his torso and pull him a bit closer. You look up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. Tom grins, "See? You love me."

"Don't push it Holland."

Tom puts his arms up in surrender.

"Wouldn't want one of your Spidey stunts to go wrong," You wink.

Tom's jaw drops as he looks into the audience, "Do you see what I have to deal with?"

"I said don't push it!"

"I love her though!" He quickly says, the audience laughs as you and Tom both interlock hands and run off stage.

"One of these days Holland I will really murder you," You smile.

"Just not today," He concludes, kissing you again.

Tagged: @honeybittersweet

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rexsjaigeyes · 3 years

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Okay, Divs, sorry this is late I got distracted by making dinner. Here's a soft thot (it originally was gonna be thotty, but you might need this more):

You have like a shit day and Fives catches you in the shower all frustrated and on the verge of a breakdown. He, of course, immediately gets named and nudges you over so he can fit behind you so you're warm from the water on your front and his presence from behind. He lays his head in the crook of your neck and asks you about your day and just lets you vent. You ramble, and maybe even tear up a bit out of frustration, all while he's slowly running his hands up and down your sides and softly nipping at your shoulders/neck. He's not distracted though, he makes comments and/or noises when appropriate, taking everything in. He starts massaging your shoulders and let's your head fall back against his chest. You expect him to start to get handsy other places, but he never does. You both just stand under the warm water until he's moved from your shoulders, to your scalp, back to your shoulders, and down to your hips, working out all the kinks and stress. You've stopped talking at this point but the silence isn't awkward, it's content. He only leaves you to go grab a towel for each of you, and helps dry you off. It doesn't fix everything, but it's a sweet gesture that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. He also may or may not koala cling to you in the bed once you two get settled, he's like your own personal weighted blanket.

Liz 🥺 you have no idea how much I appreciate this thot omfg

Normally I have stuff to add, but this time I think I'm just gonna let everyone take a minute to bask in this adorable thot. You said it perfectly, you'd expect Fives to be more handsy, but he just gives you enough physical comfort you need to feel safe and warm. And a massage from Fives sounds fucking amazing, ugh he would be the best partner, I just KNOW it

#fives my beloved i wanna be taken care of by you 🥺#LIZ I LOVE THIS THOT SO MUCH THANK YOU #thirst thots #jangofettswife

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Under My Umbrella | Tom x Haz one-shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Tom Holland

Word count: 5.5k words

Warnings: Swearing, angst, lots of tears, alcohol

Summary: The one where Harrison did the audacity to kiss his life-long best friend or his twin sister’s boyfriend.

A/N: Life is short and this is just a piece of fiction, why stop myself from posting it on my own blog?

PART 1 ♡

(Tom's POV)

"I am so sorry. OH GOD, I AM SO SORRY!"

I hear Harrison screaming on the top of his voice. My vision is blurry, the rain isn't allowing me to see much, although I am sure there is much more than just the rain pouring down his face; his tears were also streaming down along with it.

He had taken five steps away from me after kissing me in the rain and my world has already fallen apart. He is pulling at his curls so aggressively. He will hurt himself. I take a step towards him with my hands reaching out but he takes another step back.

He is drifting away from me. And I am drifting apart from myself.

I freeze on my feet. My heartbeat feels non-existent. I am confused. Am I dead or alive? If I am dead then where am I? Is it heaven or hell? It kind of feels like both.

Harrison has just kissed me. His taste is still lingering on my tongue. My head is spinning without even a single drop of alcohol. His touch did this to me. And now I am starving. Starving for more.

"I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have. Shit! I SHOULDN'T HAVE!"

"No... No... " I try to stop him but he's already running. My ankle is aching. I can't run fast, I can't catch his pace. Then, he slowly vanishes away from my sight.

"HARRISON! HARRISON... PLEASE STOP! Please stop... Please..." I scream, sinking down to the footpath. I was too late to scream. I was too late to stop him.

He's gone. He broke the promise.

***

I can hear those distinct lyrics as the soft music resonates in the air. It's the Ember Island's version— our favourite version. I am sitting here waiting for the interviewers to arrive but my mind keeps drifting off to the song.

"This is our song!" Harrison says as we are lying down on the bed.

"Umbrella? Really?" I ask, surprised.

He turns on his side and faces me, I do the same. His head rests on his elbow while my head is still on the pillow. We were looking at each other.

"Yeah..." His voice is soft. He hums and looks back at the ceiling while the music plays from his phone. He starts lip-syncing along with the lyrics, "Cause in the dark, you can't see shiny cars. And that's when you need me there with you, I'll always share. Because..."

"When the sun shine, we shine together. Told you I'll be here forever---"

"You are singing." RDJ chuckles sitting beside me. And I realise that I was actually singing. My stomach twists into a knot and my face gets warm.

"We can sing it together, kiddo!" He says, enthusiastically.

"I... er..." I try to stop him but he is already singing.

Why am I always late?

"Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh..." RDJ is singing, he is nodding his head sideways and is peaking at me occasionally.

The song is the same but the voice is different. The lyrics mean different when Harrison sang them. In Harrison's voice, they meant something but right now they are just raw. Hollow.

***

We are on the same magazine cover.

Oh my god.

We are on the same freaking magazine cover!

'The Spider-man 3 star tells us about his secret power food', The Hollywood Reporter headline reads with my gym photo-shoot as the background.

There are three more sub-headlines to the cover, placed near the right margin. The second one says, 'Harrison Osterfield: The young British actor tells us about his inspirational journey as the young face for Agent 007. (Pg. 3-4)'

The rumours were true. He has done it.

Oh my god. And I am not even there to congratulate him.

"I am so proud of you. I knew you would grab it!" Harrison bounces on his feet while I stand near him, blushing furiously.

"My mate is Spider-man! My mate is THE Spider-man!!" He proudly yells and keeps his palms on my shoulders. When I look up into his blue eyes, they are glossy and act like mirrors. I can see myself reflecting through them. Then I notice a little pinch of sadness shining through them.

"Don't forget me though..." He says slowly. His energetic voice started sounding cracked. It made me think for a moment.

I gulp, "You can be my assistant. I-It will help you... gain experience in the industry." I was planning to ask him this since my role was confirmed because how was I even supposed to step into my new, more chaotic life without my biggest support system?

He pulls back his arms from my shoulders and looks at me with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Yes!... Also, you know... I-I am kinda afraid going on the journey alone." I bite at my lower lip.

Just say yes, I pray silently.

"Oh, div! You'll not be alone there. You'll have big stars. All those fancy people, fancy life-style and those fancy---"

"These fancy things will never come in between us, Harrison," I cut his rambling off. He pauses and glances at me.

"I am alone without you..."

I am always alone without him.

I regret not saying always, even though it doesn't matter anymore.

My fingers flip through the pages, my eyes land on his half-page portrait. He was wearing a black and white formal suit; his index finger is pressed against his forehead as he is bent forward while his were eyes boring into the front. They are staring into my soul.

My breath hitches in my throat. It's just his portrait but those eyes. Those eyes. I avert my gaze from the picture to the text. He talks about his journey from school to landing this role. He talks about his family, he talks about his journey as my assistant and then he talks about me. I can hear his voice even when it's just plain text.

'I cannot thank Tom enough. He pushed me harder whenever I slowed down. He pulled me up when I fell down. I really look up to him.'

No Harrison, you are wrong. You pushed me harder when I slowed down. You pulled me up when I fell down. It's me who looks up to you.

"Oh em jee!" The teen girl squeals seeing me at the airport. Harrison and I were walking, dragging our trolleys. I was wearing a cap, sunglasses and even had my hoodie on yet she somehow spotted me. She ran towards me.

"You are Tom Holland! I am such a huge fan of you!!!" She is still squealing as she takes out her phone, asking me for a picture. I was really sleepy and sleep-deprived at the same time, but it still made me smile. I lowered my hoodie and took off my goggles.

Harrison was standing beside me, grinning too. I was ready for her to take a selfie with us but then she walks up to Harrison and points her phone to him.

"Huh?"

I see a little confusion appear on his face.

"Take our picture," She says almost disrespectfully. I feel a pang in my heart, I can't even imagine what he must be feeling. But then he looks at me, takes the phone and smiles.

The girl stands beside me, and Harrison is standing in front of us.

"Smile..." He whispers, looking at me in the eye, his face breaking into a bigger grin and I can't stop the smile that spreads across my own lips seeing him smile.

But I know he was sad from inside and even when I was physically present there, I wasn't still there to make him really smile, the one that makes his eyes crinkle.

I am really sorry for making you feel left out when all you did was try to make me feel included. Sorry for every time I left you alone. Yet, you always kept smiling. How do you do that?

I seriously need to learn a lot from you...

***

I had stopped stalking him on social media weeks ago. It was taking a toll on my mental health. But much to my dismay, I had a notification of him mentioning me in his Instagram story. My finger hovers over the unseen story. I click to see it.

The story was completely black, he has even tagged me in black. This story is exclusively for me. The song plays in the background.

No. No.

He can't do this to me.

He can't fucking do this to me.

"Now that it's raining more than ever, Know that we still have each other, You can stand under my---"

I threw my phone at the wall and the song stops playing abruptly. I am sure that I broke the device. But at least the song has ended.

I hate him for this!

How can he do this do me? How can he go so low?

I sunk down to the floor of my room. I am not just crying, I am screaming. Just like that night when I sunk down to the footpath...

Harrison and I were walking on the wet footpath. The rain was only getting heavier but none of us cared. The occasional honking of vehicles or the whooshing sound of tires against the wet concrete didn't bother us either.

Our shoulders were bumping against each other while we talked and laughed at stupid things. We sometimes did it, went out to have an ice-cream and talked about everything. It cleared off our minds and provided us with a break from our busy lifestyles. Harrison was holding the umbrella over our head as he was the taller one. A small portion of my other shoulder was slightly wet even when we were super close to each other. The umbrella was small, so I shifted closer to him. But I accidentally twisted my ankle due to the slippery path.

"Ouch!" I stop, putting my arm across his shoulder to balance myself, lifting the injured foot in the air.

"What happened?" He asks in a voice full of concern, stopping his motions.

"My foot. I think... I got a sprain."

"Oh, Tom. I tell you to be careful." He says and hands me the umbrella while I shift towards the wall, supporting myself. He crouches down on the empty footpath and unties my sandals, holding my foot in his hand.

"At least I didn't break my nose this time." I chuckle but it ends up as a whimper when he twists my ankle.

"It looks mild," He declares, re-tieing my sandals and stands up. I smile at him in gratitude but he wasn't smiling back. My expression changes to reciprocate his'. Then I realise that he wasn't properly standing up. His knees were slightly bent and his face was at the same level as mine. We were staring at each other. He took a step closer to me and suddenly all my senses were shutting down. The only thing I could feel was how close he was to me, how the scent of his aftershave was the sweetest smell I have ever inhaled, how his eyes were staring at mine, how they flickered down to my lips, how they closed, how the sound of his shaky breath made my heart shiver, how his lips were feeling against mine, how his breath tasted of vanilla and chocolate...

My limbs lost all their strength and the umbrella fell down, drowning us both in pouring water. His hands came to hold mine as he interlaces his fingers through mine, giving them a little squeeze.

He was kissing away the water droplets off my lips. I didn't do anything. I just let him. Or maybe I was kissing him back but it was all... so natural. I have never felt so calm and protected in my life. The way his lips rolled over mine... I was completely intoxicated.

There was something intimate about rain. Something soothing. Your ears are drumming with the pitter-patter sound that you can't hear the regular hustle-bustle. For once I felt like Harrison and I were absolutely alone in this world. I liked that feeling.

But we weren't.

That's when the reality hit him and he panicked.

I was dating his twin sister.

PART 2 ♡

(Harrison's POV)

It's 5 am and I am still not sleeping. My headphones are plugged into my ears while I feel like an absolute piece of shit. Not just I have done the forbidden audacious task of falling for my best friend but also the heinous crime of kissing my sister's boyfriend.

Lily doesn't even know why Tom broke up with her after a relationship of over a year and that too, over the phone. She has no idea that the person she trusted so much for consoling her, the one she chose to cry in front of, the one she chose to hug, the one she chose to share her pain with was actually the sole creator of the pain. Her twin brother was nothing but a snake.

The day after I kissed Tom, there was a knock at my bedroom door in the middle of the night. As soon as the door opened, I stumbled back with what force Lily hugged me. She was crying into my t-shirt. Her behaviour confused me and an instant fear of something bad happening to her settled at the bottom of my heart; my brother instincts made my fists clench. I wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who had hurt her this way.

"Tom broke up with me," She utters in between her sobs. Her words acted like salt being rubbed over my open wounds.

Turns out I was also a hypocrite. I didn't kill myself.

I was helpless. I felt both like the criminal and the victim at the same time.

I hugged her back tighter, hiding my face in her hair.

"I am so sorry, Lily. I am so sorry," I whimpered and kissed the top of her head as she snuggled closer to me.

She thinks my sorries were of sympathy. No. They were my apology. But they feel hollow just like my heart and existence...

***

Out of so many editions, The Hollywood Reporter apparently, chose to put me and Tom on the same one. Seems like nature has decided to pull me inside the deepest guilt trap possible. I lock the magazine in my cupboard. I no more have any desire to look inside of it.

I haven't slept for the past twenty-four hours. I am so nervous. I feel so insecure. I want to talk about me landing a significant role to him. I know it's just me playing James Bond's younger version in a long flashback and not the real James Bond, but still...

He is the only one capable of calming my nerves after my mum. But sometimes mum couldn't, sometimes it's not her field of expertise. Sometimes only a friend could help you.

Tom was roasting marshmallows in this garden when I entered and sat beside him.

"What's up champ?" He says, not even looking at me.

I was quiet and looking down at my lap when he finally notices and turns to look at me.

"How's it going?" He asks. I look up to meet his soft brown eyes, instantly melting at the sight.

"Not well... I dunno... I feel weird. I don't know if you will want to hear my rant but--"

"Just vent to me. My ears are always open..." He says, patting my knee.

I nod my head. He knows exactly what I want. He listened to all my rambles with zero interruptions even when my mouth was stuffed with marshmallows, without judging me or passing any opinion...

Turns out the asking for help from Tom option doesn't exist anymore, considering he had blocked me after me mentioning him in that blank music story and now my and his names are bouncing all over- #1. The old fashioned, not being used for what it was first designed for: Instagram; #2. The infamous, super political, the lifeline of democratic announcements: Twitter; and #3. The safe from boomers, modern version of fanfiction dot net: Tumblr.

The fans think they know better about our situation then what I and (probably) Tom knows.

'Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield have unfollowed each other on Instagram!!!' reads one of the fan posts.

I didn't unfollow him, it's him who blocked me and that's how Instagram works. Our mutual following, likes, comment and tags on each other's posts are automatically removed.

'No, they haven't unfollowed each other. One of them has blocked the other!!!' reads the reblogged version.

Holy Shit! This user is far more observant (or a stalker) and knows how Instagram works. I know Tom isn't very good with the working of social media, but it also turns out that he doesn't know how this tabloid fan culture works too.

P. S. All these triple exclamation marks on the fan posts are making me freak out.

Also, I am so grateful that they all are unaware about Lily and Tom dating and their break-up, else they would have dragged her into the controversy too.

Thank God.

I have blocked the supposed tags they tag me with and limited my comment section, so I don't have to deal with any kind of questions, speculations or hate in general.

I feel bad for Tom, he hasn't done that yet. I don't even know if he knows there's an option for it. It can seriously degrade his mental health.

I wish I could tell him.

***

It's kind of awkward when people are watching you eat and in my case, my mum and my two sisters are gawking on me instead of eating their own food. Woman's stare is always intimidating and I am blessed with three female pairs of eyes on me.

"You know... You don't have to block Tom just because he broke up with me." Lily says, sitting across the dining table.

That almost made me choke on my food and drop the fork on the plate. I could already feel the glimmer of interest sparking in mum's and Charlotte's eyes. It is as if they all were planning to have this conversation with me for a long time.

But wait... Does she think that me deleting Tom from my life is because of her break-up?

Oh my god!

Was there too much miscommunication between us?

Wait...

There was no communication from my side.

"Harrison?"

It was my mum this time. She keeps her hand over my shoulder, her voice sounds super worried.

"What is it, Hazza?" She asks, lovingly. She speaks as if she knows it is more than Tom and Lily's break-up. But I don't know how to tell her...

The next moment, mum has shifted her chair near me and had engulfed me in a side hug. Soon Charlotte and Lily walked up to me and were covering me from all sides. That's when I realised that I was crying. No. I wasn't just crying, I was sobbing. It was even difficult for me to breathe.

I need air.

I excuse myself and got up. They don't ask anything, maybe in an attempt to go slow with me. I really appreciate the gesture.

***

That's how I end up in this pub, pouring my heart out to a stranger. He's carefully listening to me, while occasionally sipping his drink and nodding his head. It really feels good to be listened to. I am telling everything to him from the exact beginning and how I fell for my best friend and then he started dating my sister and then how everything came crashing down...

"That's really fucked up, friend!" He comments in his Indian accent.

He was a trans-man who found me sitting in the corner with a cigarette in my hand. I wasn't even smoking but lost in thoughts. The stick was almost going to burn my fingers when he came and slapped it away and now he was listening to everything I was saying.

And then he's narrating his own sad love story to me and oh my god it's so much worse than me, yet he's pretending that I am the worse affected.

"And that's how she killed herself and I couldn't do anything..." He finishes as I blink. Like a fish, my mouth opens and closes, I instantly gulp my beer in one go in order to not look like a fool who has nothing good and uplifting to reply.

"That's really sad..." I somehow manage to say.

"Yeah. It is..."

I seriously need to go, else I will breakdown crying. I excuse myself and leave, I am not even drunk enough which sucks.

***

There is a guy walking in front of me on the pavement and he's really really drunk, unlike me. I really want to reach home fast and lay under my soft blankets but this guy is walking, occupying the whole pavement, stumbling on his feet with every step. He stumbles harder this time, about to fall face-first on the concrete. I rush forward and catch him.

My hands feel as if they were made of hard ice when I see his face.

He chuckles, "I know you are not Harrison... but I am seeing him everywhere. So funny... haha..."

"Tom..." I whisper and he starts to cry. He seriously looks like shit. His shirt is all wet and hairs are super messy. It's hard to even see him like this. I throw my arm around his shoulder and place his hand around my neck and get him straight on his feet. I try my best to walk him to my house.

Mum was terrified of seeing Tom like this, so were Charlotte and Lily. Although, Lily helped me carry him to my room, while he was babbling some unintelligible stuff.

We lay him over my bad.

"You should change his shirt, it's really dirty," Lily suggests and walks out of the room, giving us privacy. I intake a sharp breath as I drag the half-asleep, completely drunk Tom to sit up on the bed. And before I could pull his shirt up, he's puking over my chest. I back up.

"Sorry..." He mutters and falls over the mattress.

I gotta' change my shirt too.

My hands reach to the edge of my shirt as I try to pull it up but then I see Tom, and suddenly it feels wrong. Hasn't he seen me shirtless like thousand times before? And he's not even completely conscious... Yet, I turn my back to him and change into a new jumper. Then I struggle to get Tom changed too, making him wear one of my hoodies and then throw both our dirty clothes to my laundry basket.

"You should wash your face and brush your teeth. It will feel nice..." I suggest, not sure if he was even listening to me. I again get him down on his feet and carry him to the bathroom where I splash cold water over his face. He drinks some water too. And then he's brushing his teeth, a little messily though.

As we complete, he refuses to go back to my room and instead, tries to sit on the bathroom floor, too tired to walk back. The next moment I find myself lifting him up with my arms tucked below his knees and the back of his neck. He's heavier than I anticipated but when he holds my shoulder and snuggles close to my chest with his warm breath hitting directly over my neck; my knees feel like noodles. I try my best to not look down at his face or fall down and successfully carry him back to my room and get him back on the bed.

"Haz, I need to talk about something..."

I flinch hearing Lily's voice. I turn on my feet and see her standing by my door. Warmth rushes to my face, realising- she must have seen me carrying Tom in my arms...

I swallow and walk towards her as she walks outside the room and shuts the door behind us.

She takes in a jitterybreath, "I really think..." She hesitates for a second, "Tom likes you... more than a friend and more than how he likes me..."

"I-I-I---" I try to speak but only a ragged stammer comes out, not expecting this conversation at all.

"He always talks about you and when he finds me wearing your clothes..." She fidgets with her fingers, "He gives me extra attention and... asks me not to remove them while we have... sex..." She pauses, looking embarrassed. I try not to react and stay still, listening carefully.

"I think the only reason he was dating me was that I look like you..." She finishes, knocking out all the air from my lungs.

"Why-why are you telling this to me?" Out of a million things I could say, I chose this.

"Because..." She looks straight at my face, "No one looks at a person as you look at Tom unless they are madly in love with them."

"But then why did he date you?" I ask with a heavy heart.

"... Cause it's easy to be... straight?" She speaks, her lips pressing into a thin line. I think for a moment.

"B-but what about you---"

"It's all about you and him right now. And anyway, he loves you and not me. You don't want your sister to end up with a man who doesn't really love her, right?" She asks, hopefully.

I inhale and nod.

"And I won't want my brother to not end up with the man he really loves..."

***

For the first time, I don't feel guilty, rather I feel some burden lifting off my chest. I walk inside the room, remembering my conversation with Lily. Tom was fast asleep on the bed and that makes me smile. I take out a blanket and cover him with it, switching off the lights. As I was trying to move away, his hand grasps my wrist making goosebumps rise over my skin.

"Can't we even... not share the bed anymore?" He speaks, sounding tired.

Suddenly, I am again feeling guilty. I turn on my feet, his hand was still gripping my wrist when I get into the sheets beside him. I prevent looking at his face. I am too weak for that stuff, especially when he sounds already half-sober.

His hand slowly slips off me and I clench my eyes shut.

***

I am sure that I was lying on the bed unable to sleep for several hours now. It's raining outside, pouring heavier with each passing minute. But it's better than the silence because seriously when the raindrops weren't tapping against my windowpane, all I could hear was my jittering heartbeat, heavy breathing and the sound of Tom's own breathing.

I shift underneath me, turning on my side to finally look at Tom.

Now that he's sleeping, he won't catch me staring, right?

He was sleeping on his side with his arm tucked below his head, facing me. My fingers slowly slide across the skin of his face as I breathe in deeper and rest my palm over his cheek. My thumb softly strokes his smooth skin while my pinky was playing with his ear.

His eyes flutter open, lashes resembling butterfly wings. Those freaking pools of chocolate. Once again, I was frozen on the spot.

How fair it is that people can be naturally born with eyes as soft and as brown as those?

"Haz..." He whispers my name and I feel the knots in my stomach tying.

"Why did you run...?" His voice is quiet but sounds serious. He seriously demands an explanation. But I am just staring into his eyes, not speaking anything.

Because I did some outrageous friendship destroying shit and running away was my way of escape, albeit, it just made everything much worse...

"I am sorry," That's what I say, finally. He huffs at my words.

Then he shifts closer to me, my heart clenching tighter than ever, my armpits sweating disgustingly.

"That's not the question I asked..." He says, wriggling a hand out from under the covers and putting it over my face, stroking my skin and playing with my ear, just like I was doing a few moments ago.

I lick my dry lips, swallowing softly.

"Okay, wrong question..." He smiles lightly, "Why did you kiss me?"

His grin appears to tease me. I am already overwhelmed by the closeness when he's asking me such questions. I try to divert the question as I avert my gaze, suddenly unclear of how long an eye-contact should be maintained.

"I thought you would be mad at me... You blocked me and---"

And then Tom shoves his head forward, pressing his lips against mine. My mouth splits open at the contact, an embarrassing puff of air escaping.

Tom's other hand is quick to find my arm from below the sheets as he slips his fingers through mine, while his other hand is busy tracing a thumb across my jaw. It's weirdly soothing. The sound of the rain tapping against my window makes it even better.

My eyes are shut as he tilts his head, pressing his lips tighter, his tongue licking at my bottom lip. He squeezes my hand, making me gasp. He sees the perfect opportunity, sliding it inside my mouth while I am a whimpering mess. His breath smells and tastes of mint from the toothpaste, eliciting tingles in my abdomen.

I lurch forward, trying to kiss him back but he's swift to pull away, lips separating with a soft popping sound. My eyes flutter open at the loss of contact.

"Ask me why I kissed you?" He mumbles against my lips with a big, confident smirk.

Son of a...

How can I ever forget about the surge of confidence levels in him after there is some alcohol in his system?

"Ask..." He repeats, more forcefully this time making me look directly into his eyes.

I breathe in, "Why..."

He raises his eyebrows and I fight the urge to roll my eyes back.

"Why did you kiss me?"

He chuckles and softly pats my cheek, pulling away his hand from my face but the other one continues to hold my hand in his.

"... 'coz I wanted to. I wanted to kiss you."

"Did... Did you think of Lily?"

His face turns serious at the question, almost sad. He shakes his head.

"No..." He pauses, looking at me sternly. His Adam's apple bobbles in his throat, "When you are with me I forget about everything else."

A tear escapes his eye, sliding though the side of his eye and falling directly over the pillow. He clenches his eyes shut, squeezing my hand tighter.

Drunk Tom is also emotionally unstable...

"I am sorry Haz. I can't love her when I am already in love with you." His voice sounds so wrecked, so broken... I just pull him to my chest, pulling my hand out of his grip and wrapping it across his torso.

"I understand why you ran... And yet I kissed you again," He speaks in between his sobs.

I don't know why but his words made me smile. Maybe because he understands, yet he did it. It's so courageous. He's so brave. Like it's us against the world.

"Lily understands," I tell him. He stops sobbing abruptly, his body freezes as if he's unable to comprehend my words.

"Huh?" He asks in disbelief, pulling away from my chest and looking into my eyes.

"Yes. She does. She just told it to me." I smile wider, swiping the tears off his face while he blinks.

"Really?" He utters, voice creaky.

"Yes!"

He keeps staring at me like a frightened animal. He is still not believing me. It made me chuckle.

"Yes, div! Come 'on just believe me!" I insist.

His mouth parts, tongue poking out. He's silent for a minute as I notice the changing expressions on his face.

"She did not!" He exclaims.

"She did!"

"Oh god. Am I this obvious?" He laughs, probably assuming my conversation with Lily to be something funny. Not his fault though. I cut him some slack, considering all life he's been surrounded by three brothers in an easy relationship not the complicated and competitive one I share with Lily. Although with Charlotte it's all super smooth.

Still, the sound of his laughter feels good. I can't complain.

This time I pull him into a kiss interrupting his giggles. I am going to keep kissing him till his lips swell. But all we both are doing is smiling into the kiss, unable to hold the contact even for a few seconds.

But then again, now I have plenty of time to kiss him like that later. Right now, it's this moment that matters. It's Tom who matters.

No more holding back...

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courageous-she · 5 years

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Stolen Kisses (Part V)- H.O

Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Reader

Summary: The happy ending...

Warnings: Some language, mostly fluff

Word Count: 2577

a/n: someone asked when the next part would be out and I had like half written so I finished it really quick.... here it is, the final part of Stolen Kisses!

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The rest of the weekend moved quickly, much to your dismay. You didn’t really want to go home and have to face Harry and Sam again. They’d kept their promise, though, to keep your relationship with Harrison quiet until you could tell Tom. And that was the next thing on your mind, how were you going to tell Tom that you and his best friend had been secretly dating for over a month?

You’d gotten back home around noon, noticing that your mum and dad were out, probably getting groceries for the rest of the week. Opening the front door, you tried to remain as quiet as possible so that your brothers wouldn’t hear you come in. Paddy wasn’t as much of a threat if you ran into him, he didn’t know anything, it was Sam and Harry you were watching out for. With a soft ‘click’ you shut the front door and took off your shoes so that you could quietly make your way upstairs.

Your efforts were almost successful, but as you reached for the doorknob into your bedroom, you heard a cough from behind you. Spinning around on the balls of your feet, you turned to face your twin brothers who had the biggest shit-eating-grins on their faces. You quickly rolled your eyes at them and attempted to get out of the conversation by sliding into your room. But much to no avail, the two boys barreled their way in and sat comfortably on your bed.

“Soooo, how was your weekend with lover boy?” Sam asked while raising his eyebrows.

“Probably would have been a lot more relaxing if you lot hadn’t barged in and found out something you weren’t supposed to” you replied, annoyance evident in your tone.

“Well, to be fair, we wouldn’t have interrupted your romantic weekend alone had the two of you just told us about your relationship in the first place” Harry retorted. And to be fair, you knew he was right, and you were ready to tell your family about your relationship, but the hesitation in telling Tom was holding you back.

“It’s not that Harrison and I didn’t want to tell you! In fact, we talked about how much easier things would be if you all knew. It’s that we don’t quite know how to tell Tom or how he’ll take the news” Your brothers could tell you’d been thinking about this for some time and that the thought of telling your oldest brother was slowly eating away at you.

“Well, if you’ll allow us, Harry and I can try to help you and Haz find the most risk-free way of telling Tom…” Sam proposed, his hand coming to rub soothing circles on your back as he sensed your anxiety regarding the situation.

“Yeah, yeah, I think that would be good. I don’t think Harrison would mind considering the way you two found out. I’ll talk to him tonight and get back to you, yeah?” Your brothers nodded and quietly made their way out of your room. When you heard the click of your door, you let all of your emotions out. You hadn’t noticed that you’d been quietly crying to yourself until your phone lit up with Harrison’s face. Wiping away many more tears than you had initially realized, you tried to put on a brave face for your boyfriend.

“Hello, love! I missss- hey hey why are you crying?” Harrison’s cheery tone quickly turned to that of concern when he saw your tear-stained face and puffy, red eyes.

“It’s nothing, Haz” You laughed, realizing how ridiculous you probably looked, “Harry and Sam came into my room as soon as I got back and they were curious, obviously. And then we got on the subject of why we haven’t really told anyone about us yet and how I really didn’t know how to tell Tom. And they offered to help us find the right way to tell him, but I said that I would have to talk to you first, but that you might not have a problem-” Your rambling was cut off by Harrison as quickly as it had started.

“Woah, woah,woah, love slow down and breathe.” You did as instructed, and took a large inhale feeling the cool air in your lungs and trying to steady your breath. “I don’t mind them helping us think of ways to tell Tom, so long as they don’t act like divs while they’re doing it” he finished, a slight annoyance present during that last part.

“I don’t think they will, they seemed really sincere about it”

“Alright, then that’s settled and we can start working on the next step. But listen, Y/N, I don’t want you to worry too much about this. Tom is going to be okay with this no matter what, and if he isn’t then I’m the one taking the fall, I promise” Harrison’s reassuring voice allowed you to calm down just a little more from the anxiety you were currently feeling.

“I know Haz, I just don’t want that to have to be the case. If Tom’s not okay with us being together, I don’t know what I’ll do”

“Now’s not the time to worry about that, okay love? Go take a hot bath with your new book and try to relax. I love you.” He finished softly. You smiled, hearing those three words will always make your heart flutter.

“I love you too, Harrison. Goodnight.” And with that, you ended your call with Harrison and made your way over to your bathroom. He was right, a good book and a hot bath were all you needed right now

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A few days later, you were getting ready to head over to Tom and Harrison’s for a late dinner. Tom had arrived back home earlier that evening and Harrison initiated the first phase of the plan you’d all come up with, which was to get Tom to invite you and your brother’s over for dinner. It worked, obviously, seeing as Tom hadn’t seen anyone in a while and wanted to catch up.

Harry and Sam were waiting for you downstairs, but you were having more difficulty than normal deciding what to wear. This was a casual thing, so it really shouldn’t have been that hard. But just knowing what you were going to be doing later that night kept running through your mind, clouding your thoughts. You’d eventually decided on your basic outfit, jeans and a t-shirt and made your way downstairs to see your brothers impatiently waiting.

“Finally!” Harry exclaimed as you sat at the bottom step to tie your shoes.

“Sorry” You replied quietly. Sam gave Harry a quick shove as he realized how nervous you must be.

“Listen, Y/N, everything tonight will be fine. You have Harry and I to back you up if Tom hates the idea of you and Harrison.” Sam said, sitting next to you on the step.

“Yeah, not that I think he will though” Harry added, sitting on your other side. All you could do at that moment was give your brothers a nod, allowing only one tear to fall down your cheek. Sam squeezed you into his side, giving you a boost of confidence before the three of you made your way over to Tom and Harrison’s.

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Sam and Harry walked into the house first, greeting Tom excitedly. You made your way in quietly, suddenly feeling quite small.

“Hello, love!” Tom greeted, giving you a tight squeeze, “What book are we on now?” he asked, leading you into the living room where everyone was sitting.

“Um, ‘The Tattooist of Auschwitz’” you said quietly, sitting down on the couch next to Tom. Harrison was sat in a chair just across from you. You’d looked up at him, but quickly reverted your eyes the second you made eye contact with him. You didn’t want Tom to notice the way you looked at Haz, or even the way he looked at you. But Tom did notice, and he was confused, but only for a second as the conversation moved on to another subject.

The night moved forward, despite how much you wanted to rewind. You and Harrison continued to steal glances at one another and quickly look away after any sort of eye contact was made. It was almost your way of checking in on one another since the two of you were keeping a distance. At one point, Harry got up to use the bathroom attached to Tom’s room. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket a second later and glanced at a text from Harrison

HAZ: say that you need to use the restroom

You didn’t question but followed the instructions. Slowly standing from your position on the couch, you stated, “I’ll be right back, I have to pee”.

“Well, Harry’s in there-” Tom started, looking toward the direction of his bathroom.

“You can use mine; I was just heading in there to grab a sweatshirt” Harrison quickly interjected. He stood up quickly from his chair and lead you toward his room. You followed him in, walking directly toward his en suite so as not to make it suspicious to Tom. Harrison walked to his closet, grabbing a sweatshirt and tossing it over his head. He then walked quietly over to the bathroom where you stood, arms across your chest and head down.

“You alright, love?” Harrison asked, gently lifting your chin so you could look at him. He could tell you were nervous, and it was nearing the time that you were going to tell Tom about your relationship.

“I just- I don’t know how he’s going to react, Haz” You replied, voice quiet. Harrison sighed, understanding your concern and brought you into his embrace. He rested his chin on top of your head and rubbed circles along your spine.

“Me either, love, but it’s now or never. You think you can do it?”

You nodded your head that was resting against his chest. As he let you out of his embrace, you shooed him out of the bathroom, actually having to go now. Nervous pee. Once you were done, the two of you walked out of his room together to Harry, Sam, and Tom all sitting on their phones. But as soon as the two of you walked out, Tom’s head shot up and he stood from his spot on the couch, facing the both of you.

“What is up with the two of you tonight? Like, you haven’t been able to make 2 seconds worth of eye contact all night, literally blatantly looking away from each other. And then, you two spend like fifteen minutes in there? Harrison, it does not take that long to grab a sweatshirt! It’s like you’re hiding something,” he laughed, plopping back down on the couch and getting his phone out, “hell, for all I know, you two could be secretly dating and not telling me.”

You sucked in a nervous breath at your brother’s last statement. Harry and Sam quickly turned to look at you, shock written all over their faces. Harrison wrapped an arm protectively around your waist, ready to defend what the two of you have.

“Actually mate, we do have something to tell you” Harrison replies confidently. Tom’s face whips around to look at his friend, quickly noticing how his arm rested around your waist. You were still in shock at how this was all going down. It was too quick.

Tom’s face grew into a shit-eating-grin as he jumped from the couch. “I fucking knew it! I knew the two of you were sneaking around! Oh my God, how stupid do the two of you think I am?” His display of emotion was quite confusing. A mix of happiness and anger. Sam and Harry just sat quietly in the background waiting to see how this all played out.

“Y-you knew?” you asked quietly, stepping out of Harrison’s hold. You were a little angry if you were being honest. If he knew, it meant he also knew how anxious you had been all night and he didn’t say anything!

“Of course, I knew! I have your location, and when I was checking to see where my assistant was last week, I saw that you were over here with Harrison. And then I got curious, so I started checking every so often, and you were here the entire week! I had an idea that you two might be together, but I pushed it aside. That is until tonight when the two you of kept awkwardly avoiding each other’s stares. And then, ‘going to the bathroom in Harrison’s room’? Yeah, I may be dyslexic, but I’m not dumb” Tom finally finished, arms tightly crossed against his chest.

“Well-” Sam started but was quickly quieted with a death glare from Tom.

“So, how long has this been going on?” Tom asked, stepping closer to you and Harrison. You still couldn’t gauge Tom’s emotions. Was he happy, mad, annoyed? You stepped back toward Harrison, wanting to have his arm back around your waist to keep you safe.

“Almost two months” you whispered. Tom just nodded, turned quickly, and sat back down on the couch quietly. You looked up at Harrison who was just as confused as you were. Sam and Harry sat in some sort of trance, not wanting to move for fear that Tom might come after them too.

“Well, congrats. Some ground rules: I’m never the third wheel, I don’t want to hear any gross lovey-dovey talk, I don’t want to see the two of you snogging, and no sex while I’m home.” He said curtly, scrolling through the list of movies on the tv.

“Wait, so you don’t have a problem with us dating?” you asked, slightly in shock. You weren’t sure exactly how Tom would take this, but this definitely wasn’t one of the options you had played out in your head.

“No, I don’t have a problem, Y/N, promise,” Tom said looking over at you and giving you a reassuring smile. He was just busting your balls about the entire thing. He knew Haz had a crush on you for a while, he figured it was only time before he got the balls to do something about it. He wouldn’t ruin this for the two of you unless Harrison did something stupid, and then he might. “Now, do we have a bloody deal, or not?”

“Deal, mate!” Harrison said quickly, grabbing your hand and leading the two of you to his room.

“Where are you going?” Harry yelled from the living room just as Haz was closing the door behind him.

“Made a deal with Tom, so we’re going to snog in here!” He said quickly before closing and locking the door behind him. You giggled at his response, not initially sure why he was bringing you back in his room.

“Thank God that’s over,” Harrison said. He kissed your lips roughly, placing his hand under your thighs to lift you up. He tossed you carefully on to the bed and made his way over to you, hovering above you.

“I don’t want to hear any sexual noises!” Tom yelled at the two of you from his spot in the living room. All you could do was laugh, wrap your arms tightly around Harrison’s neck bringing him closer to you, and continue where the two of you had left off.

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quillify-tries-to-talk · 3 years

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Defense and Love

(A rewrite of that scene in Chain of Gold where Cordelia does not defend her brother when James calls him unworthy of his sister's love. Because I was angry. Because CC knows zero things about sibling interaction.)

Lemme know if you like it!

“I know you hate me for how I treated you in school, and rightfully so,” Alastair said. It was a wonder his voice was not shaking. “But however much you hate me, do not take it out on my sister.”

Please, the word hung from the very tip of his tongue, unspoken and desperate. His heart was galloping inside his chest with an almost painful intensity, even more so under Cordelia's watchful gaze. He couldn't break now. Not in front of her. She would ask, and how was he going to explain why he'd distorted into something he didn't recognize himself?

“Alastair," said Herondale in that low, cruel voice that took him back to the Academy, his own past coming back to haunt him, "you made my life a living hell at the Academy. But I’d never take it out on Cordelia. That’s something you would do, not something I would do.”

So he thought Alastair would hit his own sister. Good God. You don't know anything, rich boy, he wanted to snap. You have no idea what you're talking about.

Perhaps it was his own fault. He’d hurt so many people in his quest to guard his family. His life had turned into one horrific, monotonous nightmare. Protect them. Protect Layla. Let her be happy. Let my mother be happy. Let Father never come back.

The rational part of his brain had taken over the reins. He stood up straighter, schooled his expression into blank, icy indifference, the mask he’d perfected at school. Let Herondale think what he wanted. Alastair had a job to do and he wasn't about to let patronizing sermons get in his way.

“I see how it is. In school I had the power, and here you have the power to lord it over me. What’s your game? What do you want with my sister?”

“Your sister,” James said, speaking with a slow, deliberate coldness. “Your sister is the only thing keeping me from punching you in the face. Your sister loves you, Angel knows why, and you aren’t even the least bit grateful.”

The words were more powerful than any Shadowhunter weapon. They ravaged the remains of his heart over and over again.

He was ten and watching his father trip on the floor of his bedroom as he collected the brandy bottles littered around. Elias had been too drunk to tell who’d been into his room.

He was twelve again and practicing the iratze. It will help Baba, he'd thought then, childish hope still guiding him through the dark descending over the horizon of their lives.

“You have no idea what I’ve done for my sister." His voice came out rough and shaking. Horror of all horrors, Cordelia was still looking at him as though seeing him in a new light. Did she agree with James? She could. She was thriving here. "You have no idea about our family. You don’t know the first thing—”

He was fifteen again and refusing to train with Layla for the hundredth time because his body ached like one giant bruise. It was Pounceby. His jaw and neck tingled with the sting of the phantom bruise. He was watching the hope in his sister's eyes die. I am sorry, he'd wanted to say then. I truly am. But I can't let you see this. Live, Layla.

Something knocked against his shoulder. Hard. Only his training, both physical and mental, kept him from stumbling back in surprise.

It was Cordelia. She’d come to stand in front of him, the way Alastair had done when they were kids whenever their father had been home. Like a shield, he realized in disbelief. He wanted to push her out of the way, but her outstretched arm only resulted in him shifting to the side so he could catch her expression.

Anger.

He'd seen his sister annoyed. He'd seen his sister frustrated. He'd seen her distressed. He'd seen her scheme and calculate, always finding a way out of anything with her brilliant mind and ambition.

But never before had he seen her like this: dark eyes aflame, hands curled into fists, shoulders bunching up as though she was preparing to land a blow.

Oh. Oh no, no, no, no. A number of curses flashed through his head in all the languages he knew. Farsi. French. English. Urdu.

He looked down at her, and his expression visibly softened. Alastair tried not to narrow his eyes.

"James," Cordelia was saying. Her voice sounded normal. "You'd better go."

“Are you sure?” he said in a low voice. “I won’t leave you alone, Cordelia, not unless you wish me to.”

She seemed to rise taller, and in that moment Alastair was reminded why Cortana had chosen her. His sister looked the way their mother was, fire and embers and a gaze so piercing that the other person was left stuttering, though they'd originally come to scrutinize every inch of her. The colour of her eyes, her skin, why she covered her hair with a roosari.

He wished he had their courage. He wished he hadn't withdrawn into the shadows.

Thorns in your way, Esfandiyār, whispered Baba's voice inside his head. Why look back when you can look ahead?

But that would've entailed far worse consequences than a sermon.

Ahead? His thirteen-year-old, iratze-fumbling himself had wanted to snap as he'd stared at the glass sticking out of his foot, blood dripping on the floor. Ahead at your next bottle, Father?

Cordelia's voice rang out in the hall, sharper than the crack of a whip. "I will say this once and only once, James Herondale. So listen carefully." She took another step closer and Herondale's eyes actually widened. In surprise? Or in whatever the hell had happened between them before coming home? Alastair thought dryly.

"Do not for one moment think that you are my saviour," Cordelia said through her teeth. The words sent a jolt of surprise through him. "I am thankful for all your help, believe me, but my love for my brother has absolutely nothing to do with this."

A faint smile curled on the edges of Herondale's lips. "You still don't know what he did?"

Cordelia raised her brows, and oh there it was. The sibling resemblance. Clear as day in the anger cloaked behind disdain and a smile. "Why does my love for my family have to come between your feud?" she demanded. "Do I require your blessing to love them? You have notions about my brother that I would have expected from the Pouncebys."

He looked like she’d slapped him awake. "Daisy, I—"

She took a step back, and the anxiety on his face heightened. Cordelia herself was trembling.

And Alastair? He still couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't move, save to draw breath. The scene unfolding before him seemed like a fever dream. Cordelia didn’t know how he’d tormented Herondale and Fairchild at the Academy. She had no idea of the bomb going off when he’d been mere inches from the building. She didn’t know why everyone hated him so much. He knew, and perhaps he was a greedy monster for making his sister choose between her love and her family.

She raised a silencing hand when Herondale opened his mouth. "You assume that you know my brother better than I do. You assume that I am still Daisy—the girl with pretty ribbons in her hair, who needs your help to distinguish right from wrong. I will find out what happened at the Academy, but I will not stand idle while you say Alastair doesn’t deserve my love. You don’t get to choose who does or does not deserve me." She smiled, eyes glittering with the storms of the night. "You hurt my family, Mr. Herondale, and you will face my blade.”

Silence descended. Herondale’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced between Alastair and Cordelia. A flicker of longing passed across his face as he saw Layla, there and gone. Alastair was gifted with a long, hard, assessing look.

“You may take your leave now," Cordelia said coldly.

James's expression shuttered. Was Alastair the only one who noticed his sister's wince? Guilt twisted in his gut.

"Very well, Miss Carstairs," Herondale said in a low monotone. "As you wish."

As soon as he was out of sight, Cordelia seemed to shrink, deflate.

Alastair snapped back to his senses. There were a number of things demanding his attention but he crossed the room to catch his sister by the elbow, older brother once more. His head was still reeling with the impossible absurdity of what had transpired.

"Layla?" He tested out the name hesitantly. "What? I mean, you shouldn't have—"

"He said you don't deserve my love." She turned to face him, and to his horror, her dark eyes gleamed with tears. Tears on my behalf, he thought dizzily.

What was this day?

In all the eighteen years of his life, he’d been used to working from the sidelines, slow and quiet. People did not need to see his tears, his frustration at himself. Only the anger and the sneering indifference he put up to keep them away. It had always been that way, ever since he had held Cordelia in his arms as a confused two-year-old.

She is so small, mâmân!

I know, joon. Will you promise to help her?

“Why, Layla?” he snapped, and she flinched. He wanted to hit himself all over again. “Why did you do that? Herondale is not wrong. I have hurt people. I have done horrible, despicable things. You’re going to lose out on potential allies because of me, do you realize that? How will you save Father then? I thought--” He broke off, not wanting to say the dreaded word.

She lifted her chin and glared. “You thought what, dâdâsh?”

It was jarring to have heard her defend him, even more jarring than hearing the language of his home, the language he’d spent years shoving down because it tended to attract the wrong sort of attention. It was jarring that she’d even noticed his trembling hands or the tears that were clawing at his throat, begging to be let out. It had been years since he’d truly cried but London seemed hell bent on breaking him. He'd never really thought how much he'd needed Cordelia by his side. How many years had passed with just pushing and pushing and pushing people away until time sped by and they simply grew out of their love for you.

His sister was no longer a baby. She was nearly as tall as him, looking him in the eye, silent and waiting.

"I thought you-you... loved him."

She closed her eyes. "I do. I think so. It doesn't mean I stand by idly while he goes on insulting my brother. It certainly does not mean that I hold back on my own feelings." Her eyes opened. A wry smile played on her lips. “You keep forgetting that only I am allowed to insult you, Alastair.”

Hoarse laughter escaped him, and Cordelia looked delighted to have been the cause.

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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Hey! Congratulations on 500 followers!! I absolutely love your work and you deserve every bit of praise :) Could you perhaps do a short blurb about Tom Holland x reader where they meet at a bookstore or a library? Like a ton of fluff and really shocked reader...

Thank you so much! And again, congrats 🎉

Meet Cute

a/n: ahhh! thank you so much for submitting! i loved this prompt and of course, I added some of my own personal humor. hope you enjoy! and thank you for following, love you bunches!

warnings: swearing, one sexual innuendo

word count: 603

The smell of old books wafted through the quaint library. You always came here on your lunch break every Wednesday to pick a new book to read that week. Last week you read Jane Eyre for the third time and this week you were in the fantasy section, teetering between beginning Game of Thrones or rereading The Nights Circus.

You only had 15 more minutes on your lunch break and the more books you read the backs of the more you mentally noted to look into again. Your searching was interrupted when a book fell from the shelf just above your head and bonked you in the forehead.

“Ow! Shit.” You cursed, rubbing your reddening forehead. “What the—”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” A voice on the other side of the shelf swore. You peeked up to look where the book had fallen and were met with warm, apologetic brown eyes. “I am so so sorry.” The man spoke with a thick, rich British accent.

“It’s okay,” You winced, as the eyes disappeared. The man came around to your side of the bookshelf. He immediately looked remorseful. Your head wasn’t hurting too bad, but you assumed you must’ve had some brain damage when the man that came to your assist looked a lot like that guy from that Marvel movie you once saw. “Hey, aren’t you that guy from that Marvel movie?”

“Tom,” he smiled bashfully, “look I’m really sorry. Uh, I was trying to grab that book and it must’ve slipped.”

“Oh,” you smiled, “it’s fine, here.” You grabbed the book from off the floor and handed it to him, but not before sneaking a peek at the title. “Um, The Intricacies of the Female Orgasm?” You recited, with a quirked eyebrow.

“Fuck.” Tom cursed under his breath, “Um, yeah. I-It’s for my brother.” Tom scratched the back of his head.

“Don’t bring me into this you div!” You heard another British lilted voice call from the other side of the shelf.

“Ok, fine.” Tom groaned. “It’s just—I saw you from the window when I was passing by and you just looked so pretty, and my brother told me to come in so he could get a book too, and so I may have been following you around the store for a bit, but like, I’m not a stalker. I just wanted to say hi, I guess? I sound like a fucking child right now, oh my god.” Tom rambled, “And I definitely didn’t want that book, actually, I was trying to move the books to I could see you, but now that I’m saying it out loud that does kind of sound like what a stalker would say—”

“You think I’m pretty?” You interrupted.

“Well, yeah,” Tom smiled, his cheeks covered in a rosy tint, “why wouldn’t I?”

“Don’t you see models and stuff every day?” You questioned, “I’m nothing special.”

“You seem more real than anyone I’ve met,” Tom spoke honestly, “and I’d really like to take you out for coffee maybe? Or tea? I make really good tea.”

“No, you don’t.” The British voice from the other isle called again.

“Shut up, Harry!” Tom called back, causing you to giggle. “If I haven’t ruined this, I mean, I would love to take you out.”

“Yeah, that’d be really nice.” You smiled.

“Really? Oh, I mean yeah, pfff for sure, yeah.” Tom smirked, “Here, put your number in my phone.”

Tom pulled his phone out and handed it to you. You put your number in and handed it back to him. He looked at the contact and smiled; keep the book ;)

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petersasteria · 4 years

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You Again?! - H.O. // SPECIAL

Pairing: Haz x Reader

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

Series Masterlist

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This will take place on chapter 22: Dream. It starts when they meet for the "first time".

Please read until the end for a message.

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Tom opens the door in surprise, "I told you to text me when your classes are done. I was supposed to pick you up." He steps aside and lets Y/N in. He closes the door and smiles, "I'm so glad you went straight here! I have someone here for you! It's Harri-"

"Harrison." Y/N gasps at the man in the living room. Harrison turns around and his eyes widen, "Y-Y/N."

"Hold up- you already know each other?! How and when?!" Tom's jaw drops. Y/N and Harrison look at each other and at Tom.

"I dreamed about him."

"She was in my dream!"

"What?" Tom asks, clearly confused. "You guys dreamed of each other? How is that even possible?"

"Well, I don't know, but it happened." Harrison shrugs.

"I'll, uh, leave you guys to it, then." Tom excuses himself and leaves.

Y/N walks closer to Harrison and sits next to him, "I'm Y/N."

"Harrison."

"That was some weird dream, huh?" Y/N chuckles. Harrison nods, "Yeah, it was so real. I thought I would wake up next to you or something."

"I mean... we could always make that dream a reality... if you want?" Y/N asks. "I'm- I'm willing to try if you're willing."

"That'd be cool, actually." Harrison smiles. "Oh and for the record, I wouldn't treat you bad like in that dream. Even I thought it was fucked up."

"It was so fucked up." Y/N laughs.

Later that night, they went on a date. It was going well, but something just felt off. It was neither Harrison nor Y/N's fault. It just wasn't working. They strangely got along platonically, but romantically like what they expected and like what Tom expected.

"It's not working, is it?" Harrison says after taking a sip of his champagne. Y/N just stares at him and he chuckles, "Just tell the truth. I won't get mad, I swear."

"It's not working." Y/N says softly. "I don't know why it isn't working. We're supposed to work out!" she whines before taking a bite of her food. "Why isn't it working??"

"Maybe our dreams were from the alternate universe or something." Harrison says. Y/N looks at him weirdly.

"Okay. Hear me out." Harrison starts, "Maybe our dreams were showing us what it'd be like if we get together. I feel like we already have someone for us, but we just didn't notice them. Maybe that's why we're not feeling anything romantic towards each other, because we already have that someone. Am I even making sense? I'm not sure anymore."

"That makes perfect sense." Y/N nods along. "I'm not even being sarcastic. But who are we supposedly romantically involved with?"

Harrison shrugs, "I don't know mine, but I know yours."

Y/N looks at him with hope and excitement in her eyes. Harrison laughs at her and shakes his head, "You don't know who it is?!"

Y/N just shakes her head.

"It's Tom, you idiot." Harrison teasingly smiles.

"Harrison, we're just best friends!" Y/N tells him, but Harrison disagrees.

"I really feel like he's the one for you. I'm a hundred percent sure that he's the one for you. I'm also a hundred percent sure that he feels something for you, but he's just forcing you to date me, because he thinks you don't feel the same way. I'm a hundred percent sure that you feel the same way, but you just don't know it." Harrison says with a proud smirk on his handsome face.

"You seem a hundred percent sure with everything, huh?" Y/N playfully rolls her eyes.

Both of them continue eating in comfortable silence. Y/N uses this time to think about what Harrison said just then. Does she like Tom? Does Tom really like her like Harrison claimed he's a hundred percent sure of? She wasn't sure, but she did ask Tom about his feelings in her dream.

"Harrison." Y/N says.

"What?"

"I just remembered something from my dream."

"Spill it."

"In my dream, Tom and I got drunk and I asked him if he ever had any feelings for me. He said that he did have a huge crush on me that lasted for years and that was the reason why he was so protective over me when guys would throw themselves at me. Then I asked him why he didn't pursue a relationship with me." she trails off.

"What did he say?" Harrison asks.

"He said he didn't want to risk the connection that we have. He said that if he lost it, he wouldn't know how to handle it." Y/N says.

"He said he moved on, though." she adds.

Harrison snickers, "In your dream, he did. But I assure you he hasn't moved on in real life. Some dreams don't come true and we're proof of that."

"...Are you a hundred percent sure?" Y/N teases.

"You're never going to let that go, huh?"

Y/N shakes her head, "Nope."

"For fuck's sake." Harrison chuckles. "But yes, I'm a hundred percent sure."

"Do you feel the same for Tom?" Harrison asks in all seriousness.

"I'm not really sure. This is all so sudden and I don't want to say yes for the sake of saying it. Maybe I should give myself some time to really think about it." Y/N answers.

"That's a wise decision, Y/N. I hope you figure it out soon. Tom's a div, but he's great." Harrison says.

"Trust me, I know." Y/N laughs.

"In my dream he said that I was your perfect match, because I'm the type that won't give up so fast. I think he failed to see that he was your perfect match all along." Harrison smiles.

The next few days were spent studying for finals and preparing for graduation. Y/N grew closer to Harrison and they eventually became best friends. They didn't tell Tom about what they discussed that night on their date. They just told him that they realized that they were better off as friends.

Y/N has been figuring out her feelings for Tom and her realization came after her graduation celebration. She's sleeping over at Tom's place and she notices that Tom's gaze would linger and he would do anything to make her comfortable.

'Maybe Harrison's right.' she thinks.

"So tell me what really happened." Tom says and hands her a glass of wine as he sits next to her on the couch.

She takes a sip of her wine and sighs, "You really want to know?"

"Positive." Tom nods.

'Here goes nothing.' she thinks.

"We didn't work out... romantically. We just saw each other as friends that night." Y/N says truthfully.

"Oh." Tom says. He didn't know if he should feel happy or sad. "But what about the dreams?"

"Harrison said that maybe our dreams were showing us the alternate universe; y'know like, 'what if we ended up together?' kind of thing. He also said that we might already have someone in our lives that we have romantic connections with and he said he was sure I had one." Y/N explains.

"So, is Haz a conspiracy theorist now?" Tom jokes, but he couldn't shake the thought of Y/N having romantic connections with someone who wasn't him.

Y/N laughs, "Maybe, but he was right."

"Oh?" Tom says with his eyebrows raised. Y/N nods, "Yeah. I do have romantic connections with someone. It just took me a while to see or notice it."

"Who?" Tom asks, emotionally preparing for heartbreak.

"You."

"What?" Tom looks at her in shock.

"Harrison said that he was a hundred percent sure you had feelings for me. He also said that he was a hundred percent sure that I felt the same way, but I didn't know it. Tom, he's right. He was absolutely right, because I realized that I do feel the same way." she confesses.

Tom just looks at her. He's still in shock.

"In my dream, I asked you if you ever had feelings for me. You said yes. Then I asked you why you didn't pursue a relationship with me and you said we had a bond something so beyond that you couldn't describe it. You said you didn't want to break that bond, so you moved on." Y/N rambles and scoots closer to Tom to cup his face in her hands.

"Tom, what if our bond becomes stronger, because you and I just naturally work together? You know me better than I know myself and when I needed you most, I didn't have to tell you, because you already knew. You took care of me when my parents basically disowned me and I will forever be grateful for that." Y/N says.

"Likewise, I do the same for you. I have this gut feeling whenever you aren't feeling okay and I let you cry when you're with me, because I know you can't let it out with other people. I know all of your usual orders at every single restaurant or coffee shop that we've been to together. I know them by heart, because I know that you want to binge eat your usual orders when you want to have a cheat day. I also know that you hate the day after cheat day, because you regret eating a lot then you'll eat a piece of celery to start the day despite not liking the taste of it."

"I also began to notice the way you look at me and Tom, no one's ever looked at me like that before. You look at me as if I was the one who put the stars in the sky, but you don't realize that the sparkle in my eyes only happen whenever I see you. Tom, you're the most important person in my life and it would make me really happy to start a relationship with you." Y/N finishes her little speech and at this point, both of them were crying.

"Please say something, Tom." she pleads.

"Y/N, all I have for you are four words." Tom says as he takes both of Y/N's hands in his.

"Let's hear it." she smiles.

"It was always you." Tom grins.

Y/N chuckles and says, "You have no idea how happy I am."

"Same here." Tom smiles. "I, uh, shit. Y/N, I-"

"You what?"

"I-I lo-love you." Tom stutters and curses under his breath. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but I failed."

"It was perfect nonetheless. It makes it real." she sighs happily. "I love you too."

They smile at each other and Y/N leans in to give Tom a light peck on the lips. Tom's jaw drops and Y/N moves back to her original place on the couch.

"You kissed me." Tom says.

"Yeah, so?"

"YOU KISSED ME." Tom repeats and looks at Y/N with a stupid grin on his face. "You've never kissed anyone before and I know that because if you would've told me. I'm your first kiss!"

She ignores him and pulls out her phone, "You probably had better kisses."

"Our kiss was the best, though." Tom states. She looks at him in confusion, "How come?"

"Because it's my kiss with my future wife." Tom says with no hesitation.

They made it official that night. They even called Harrison who was on vacation with his family. Harrison was delighted for his best friends and he told Y/N that he told her so. Y/N moved in with Tom after a week of dating and it was the best decision she ever made.

Dates were consisted of studying for the board exam which she passed in. Tom was really proud of her. "When I get in trouble, I'm counting on you, okay?" Tom joked when they got the results. Y/N lightly smacked his arm for that.

After two years of dating, Tom proposes to her in the comfort of their shared home. It was just the two of them and they were cuddling on their bed when Tom did it.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" Tom asks. Y/N immediately sits up and looks at him, "What?"

Tom sits up and clears his throat, "Okay, hear me out. We've known each other for so long and to be honest, even before we started dating, we could already pass as a couple. Then things got better when we started dating two years ago. It's the best two years of my life and I love you so much and I don't want to let you go. So Y/N, will you-"

"Yes." she says immediately. Tom grins and leans in to kiss her. He pulls away after a while and opens the drawer next to the bed to get the velvet box. He shows it to her and he opens it to reveal the most beautiful ring with her birth stone on it.

She gasps at the sight of the ring and Tom quickly takes it out of the box and puts it on her ring finger. "Tom, it's beautiful." she gushes.

"Only for the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Tom grins.

They get married a year later and went to Maldives for their honeymoon. They lived happily after that. They didn't plan on having kids, because of their careers, but they want kids in the future.

They were thankful for Harrison for helping them get together and Harrison was glad that he could help his best friends.

Sometimes we don't know that the person we would end up with is actually right in front of us. Don't wait for an experience like Harrison and Y/N in this alternate ending.

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TODAY'S A SPECIAL DAY BC IT'S THIS FIC'S 1ST BIRTHDAY <3

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Don't mind me but I'm rambling. I'm gonna yell about this here cuz it is my fandom blog and that's what it's for.

Man, The Boys is the perfect example of seeing a comic, seeing the potential, and gutting it for something better. I used to be a fan of Garth Ennis, I used to say he was the kind of writer that could balance edgy in a fun way that wasn't too much, but after revisiting his work I'm like....very unimpressed. And I feel as he keeps releasing series they keep getting worse 😬 I can't say this on FB because some of my male friends hold it in high regards(lots of them read it as angry edgy teens) but Preacher? Kinda a super shit comic. I genuinely think the show was attempting something better by polishing up the core concept (also the casting? Chefs kiss). I liked The Boys. I own The Boys. But the show is a fantastic example of how a comic adaptation does not need to be faithful. I think they made the characters a lot more engaging, they kept the graphic violence but I'm not rolling my eyes at it, and made the overall plot more of an arc versus the previous baddie hero of the week style that made it feel disjointed. And it's nice not to be able to expect what is going to happen next, not like how some shows throw it in a new direction solely to fuck with you versus genuinely interesting. They still sprinkle tons of comic stuff nicely in the show (my friend and I screamed at love sausage). I think the timing of the show is excellent in both that there is a corporate superhero burnout with so many movies and shows being churned out (often playing it too safe where money > interesting) and also reflecting irl events in an eerie but clever way. The whole comic and show is assholes, and I'm thrilled to love to hate them. I couldn't even do much of a reread because it's just not that good to me anymore. Absolutely crazy that Seth Rogan and Evan Goldberg read those two comics by Ennis and were like yeah, let's do this.

I feel the same way about Mark Millar though. I cannot stand his comics, I feel like he's pretty good with coming up with a concept but someone always executes it better on his behalf. Kingsman? Kick ass? Wanted? All superior to the comics. I think red son and jupiter's legacy are ones I did like, but I am very interested to see how netflix (?) Does jupiter's legacy in the wake of the boys. Not quite the same, but an edgy superhero series I highly expect people to make a comparison. It's about children of superheros that are struggling to live in their shadows. Drugs, sex, violence, drama.

On the other hand, I am screaming about the Invincible adaptation. IM SO FUCKING EXCITED. Invincible is in my top favorite comics, it got me INTO comics, and I always thought it was vastly superior to Kirkmans famous work Walking Dead. This I do hope sticks close to the comics (though maybe slightly better writing for women characters haha). I already know exactly what they're doing for the first arc and I really really hope we can get further than that because the series gets so fucking WILD. Insane all of the merch and now a show we are getting after the series ends. It's also super long for a western comic series at like 26 trades I think. I hope the show is a success for multiple reasons.

With the old guards success, I hope amazon finally does something with the rights they bought to Lazarus a few years ago. Greg Rucka is truly one of the best comic writers out there and that series is perfect for tv. Which reminds me I need to watch stumptown cuz I just bought the comic to reread and it's so good!!!!

And y the last man finally has its feet on the ground after being in development hell for like 10 years. Brian k vaughn writes the most human characters out there. And also paper girls is gonna be a series!!!! Fucking hell yeah!!! Hopefully it catches people attention as stranger things did. It's gonna be fun. And I hope saga never gets adapted. I truly think nothing will be able to capture it. Leave it as is.

And I'm still sad Chew ended up falling into development hell. Originally showtime wanted to use to to replace Dexter as that ended as their new bloody crime show, then it fell to an animated series which is better imo to pair with how weird it is and showcase the art style but I think the last I heard of it it was pretty much not happening. Especially since iZombie got surprising amount of traction and I guess they expected it to be too similar.

I'm also still bitter about Deadly Class's cancellation. I had a lot of potential. Great cast, good cinematography. It's such a fun tragic comic.

Locke&key was alright, it's such a good horror comic but I wouldn't be able to tell you what would have made the show better. Something didn't quite click for me.

I'm kinda really burnt out on marvel/dc. I don't think either is impressing me lately besides scattered things. I don't think I'm excited for any of the disney+ shows besides falcon+winter soldier and even then expectations are tentatively low. Maybe wandavision? I didn't give a shit about them in the movies but it's heavily based on a run of comics I did enjoy so I'm wary. I know only care about Hawkeye for Kate and she-hulk for the actress. Though I've been having a surprising amount of fun watching Doom Patrol and I enjoyed swamp thing. It's weird. It embraces that weird. There's something I feel like Umbrella Academy is missing it could learn from doom Patrol. Like ua still feels like it played it a bit safe. Idk. Haven't finished it because I'm not as motivated to.

And Faith?? Is gonna get a movie??? A plus size hero??? AHHHH. I have my first issue signed by the author I met at comic con a few years ago.

And watchmen of course.

And outcast, and happy, and powers! And I kill giants was turned into such a good movie!!! So many image comics!!

I just read nailbiter is gonna be a series so that's gonna be bloody and violent and full of serial killers lmao. The ending of that comic got a little ??? For me but I own the whole series so i guess that says something.

What a time to be a comics fan!!! We are so fucking spoiled lmao and there's still sooo many untapped series. I think Criminal would make a fantastic live action drama show. Who does like Intricate crimes and heists and overlapping stories And wic+div would make a stellar show especially if they really had fun with the music. And so many comics I like would make amazing animated series like pretty deadly, or chew, rocket girl. Haunt is another Kirkmans series that has potential to be a fun gritty superhero violent adaptation. Except the ectoplasma attacks haunt has looks like violent jizz sometimes. Idk. Like, URGHHHHHHH. Gimme gimme gimme more comic stuff.

And there's so many good things I'm not even aware it was a comic initially.

And there's so many things I hear good things I have yet to touch like black lightning, runaways ( I love the comics!!, Cloak and dagger (also great comics )

Old comic shit is good too. I've been rewatching the Spawn series. Adult animated superhero stuff is seriously underrated. The tank girl movie is FUN. ROCKETEEEEER!!!!! Disney was supposed to do a remake with a black girl. What happened to that?

I dislike all the cw shows though lmao too cheesy. Also why I can't get into agents of shield though I tried for Robbie.

So many THINGS

#hey i am a huge image fangirl if i havent screamed about that enough yet #ive been feeling emotional over comics #ever since invincible dropped the teaser #like legit tears smh #tumblr chabged how you do readmores i guess #i tried tk hide this so sorry if youre scrolling oast #i just #fuckjng love comics you guys

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