#ntftmwritingchallenge

[mendespideys]

warm, tingly feeling | p.p.

pairing: reader x peter parker 

prompt: soulmate AU (you get cold the farther away they are and hot if they’re close)

summary: when y/n became friends with ned leeds, she wasn’t expecting to find her soulmate as well 

warnings: none

a/n: this is my submission for @notimeforthemessenger’s writing challenge. congrats, love 🦋

this is late and it sucks. out of everything i’ve posted, i like this the least, i think. some day, i might make this into a mini-series with some alterations, who knows?

Wrapping your sweater tighter around you, you entered through the doors of Midtown, the loud chatter of the high school students immediately entering your ear. You tried your best to ignore the constant murmur, hurrying into the classroom hosting your first class of the day. Your soulmate must have been further away than ever before because you were absolutely freezing. The class started filling up and you noticed, much to your dismay, that your usual lab partner, Peter Parker, was absent. You glanced around with envy, noticing your classmates in t-shirts, skirts and dresses. Admittedly, it was kind of silly to wear a thick sweater with the sun shining outside, but it wasn’t your fault that your soulmate had traveled.

When you turned sixteen, your body temperature was adjusted according to your soulmate. The further away from you they were, they colder you felt. The closer, the hotter. It was a huge game of hot and cold until you ended up finding the one. When you were younger, you loved the concept of being paired with someone that was perfect for you on all levels. Going a whole year without finding your soulmate quickly changed that romanticized idea. There was no guarantee that you would find your soulmate as soon as you turned sixteen, but it was still incredibly discouraging.

The class was uneventful. You were so cold that you had to physically keep your teeth from chattering, and it was getting very tiring. During your second class, you sat with Ned Leeds. You knew he was close friends with Peter, the two of them practically joined at the hip, but you never took the initiative to talk to either of them outside of school. When you asked about his empty seat from this morning, Ned informed you that Peter was out of the country due to this Stark Internship. You just nodded, the two of you continuing to chit-chat seeing as you were already finished with the assigned classwork. Ned had never been this talkative before and you figured it was because he didn’t have anyone to talk to when Peter was gone. A minute before the bell rang, he invited you over to his house to finish a LEGO figure Peter had promised him to help build before he was asked to leave. Having nothing better to do, you said yes.  

As the day continued, you found yourself regretting accepting Ned’s offer. It wasn’t Ned - quite the contrary, actually. Ned was awesome; he was everything and more you could want in a friend, and you had no trouble understanding why Peter liked him. You did want to hang out with Ned and help him build his LEGOs, but by the time the last bell rang, you were exhausted. You had been shivering all day and your muscles were sore from being tensed up. Nevertheless, you ignored your own misery and met up with Ned outside the school gates. The two of you made your way to his apartment, the conversation flowing easily. 

The next day, Ned greets you happily when you enter the classroom. The two of you had been building LEGOs for hours the night before, and you surprisingly had a lot in common with him. You had briefly wondered if Peter was anything like Ned. A part of you hoped so because Peter You take a seat in the empty chair next to him, offering him a small smile. Dropping your backpack to the ground, you pull out your notebook and place it on the table. With a huff, you lay your arms down on top of the book, resting your head on your forearms. Ned frowns, looking at you.

“Are you okay?” 

You nod. “I was freezing all night. Wherever my soulmate is, I hope he gets back to New York soon because it’s cold as frick.”

“Oh,” Ned purses his lips. “Sorry?” 

“It’s okay. It just sucks. What about you? You’re always wearing short-sleeve shirts. Do you know who your soulmate is?”

Ned is about to answer but is interrupted by the teacher greeting everyone. Clearing your throat, you straighten, giving him a look to let him know you would finish the conversation at lunch. The class goes by slowly, and your next class seems even slower. By the time lunch rolls around, you’re ready to go home and cuddle up underneath a heap of blankets while watching a movie. The cafeteria is annoyingly loud when you enter but you ignore it, weaving your way through the students until you reach Ned’s table. He looks up from his comic book when you sit down, grinning widely. The two of you start a conversation and you remind Ned to tell you about his soulmate-situation. 

He explains that he has a fair idea who his soulmate is, but that he’s too nervous to talk to her. He points her out among the other Midtown students and you can’t help but smile. You tell Ned that she looks beautiful and he agrees a little too quickly, his cheeks heating up at the realization. You leave the subject alone and Ned seems grateful, but you make a mental note of bringing the subject back up another day. You decide you’ll try when Peter comes back because you assume he’ll help you set up his best friend with his possible soulmate. 

The rest of the day flies by - luckily for you - and before you know it, you find yourself tucked in among three blankets while waiting for Netflix to load To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. By the time it reaches the scene where they go on their ski trip, you’re fast asleep and for the first time in days, you don’t feel like you’re about to turn into an icicle. You welcome the slight warmth with open arms, enjoying your current dream about meeting your soulmate. 

When Monday rolls around, you’re brave enough to wear high-waisted skinny jeans and your Vintage Star Wars shirt. You and Ned had been texting almost the entire weekend and you were genuinely looking forward to hanging with him at lunch. Your texting consisted mostly of you urging him to ask out his soulmate or him asking you questions about the Spanish homework. You had tried asking the occasional question about Peter, finding it incredibly strange that he was missing so many days of school, but Ned admitted that he was just as clueless as you. 

Ned is sitting at his usual table when you enter the noisy cafeteria and you send him a wave, maneuvering your way through the very talkative students. With a huff, you sit down and begin rummaging through your backpack for the leftovers you had brought for lunch. Ned is already munching on a sandwich, which you admit look a lot better than your leftovers from last night’s dinner. You lean over and steal a chip from the open bag, quickly consuming it before Ned can say anything. 

“Hey,” Ned draws out the word, pouting in mock-hurt. 

You shrug. “Sorry, I’m hungry and couldn’t resist.” 

Ned turns the bag of chips around so the opening is in the middle of both of you. You thank him for his generosity, taking yet another barbeque chip and popping it into your mouth. You shift uncomfortably, suddenly wishing you had at least brought a pair of shorts. You’re warmer than you had felt in almost an entire week, and you come to the conclusion that your soulmate has come back from wherever they went. 

“You look warmer today. Soulmate’s back in town, huh?” Ned observes, giving you a playful wink. 

“I guess so. It feels nice and all but even just wearing jeans is hot.”

Ned’s eyebrows furrow. “If you’re that warm, your soulmate must be going to Midtown, too.” 

You push his statement away, not feeling like dealing with the whole soulmate thing at the moment. When you were younger, the moment when you find your soulmate had been everything you could think about. Now, although you still wanted to find him, you weren’t obsessed with the thought anymore. You’d find him when you find him. Before you can ask Ned how he did on the Spanish quiz you had in second period, you notice another figure sitting down at the table. Furrowing your brows, you glance up to inspect the new guest. 

“Oh, yeah, Peter’s back,” Ned shrugs innocently, a wide grin growing on his face. “Y/N, this is Peter. Peter, this is Y/N. She kept me company while you left the country.” 

You send Peter a quick smile before returning your attention to Ned. “That’s all I was good for? Should I leave you alone now?” You feign to be hurt by his words and it’s difficult to contain your laughter when Ned frantically shakes his head. 

“No! Please, don’t - I didn’t mean it like that. I’m your friend. We’re friends,” Ned stutters helplessly. “Right?” 

“Ned, she’s joking,” Peter informs his best friend with a small chuckle before leaning across the table with his fist extended. You finally let the string of giggles escape you, giving Peter the fist bump he was waiting for.

You ignore the gentle electric feeling, brushing it away like it’s nothing. Because it is - nothing. The corner of Peter’s mouth curves into a hesitant smile and you return it quickly before going back to your leftovers. You listen in on their conversation, finding the sudden warmth in your body difficult to ignore. Peter stops mid-sentence about his trip to Berlin with Tony Stark, and you glance at him curiously. He quickly shrugs off his flannel, running a hand through his messy hair. 

“Is it just me or is it really hot in here?” Peter asks, taking a huge sip of his chocolate milk. 

“It’s not just you. I’m really warm, too.”

The two of you shrug and you try not to think about the warm feeling of safety and adoration spreading through your body. You can’t quite pinpoint if you’re imagining it or not, but Peter’s smile makes you feel even warmer. You pray that your cheeks don’t look as red as they feel. You listen closely as Peter picks his story back up but the two of you stop a moment later, finding Ned’s sudden silence strange and uncharacteristic. You glance at your new friend, raising a questioning eyebrow. 

“You guys are- I think you might be soulmates,” Ned mumbles and you share a confused look with Peter. 

“I don’t think-” Peter starts, but Ned interjects him quickly. 

“Think about it! Y/N was freezing when you were in Berlin, like, she literally fell asleep with three blankets. Now, you’re both sweating your butts off when you’re right next to each other,” Ned shares his observations and now that he’s saying it aloud, it doesn’t seem too far-fetched. “My mom told me that when you touch your soulmate for the first time, you’ll feel a tingling feeling or something. Did either of you feel something?” 

“I-I mean-” you begin, not entirely sure on how to explain it or to comprehend the new information.

“Y-Yeah, I did,” Peter admits softly. “When you touched me, I felt warm. You know, how you feel warm if you crush looks at you or when you watch videos of puppies?”

You nod slowly, knowing exactly what feeling he was describing. You look at Peter and suddenly it’s as if you’re looking at him for the first time. You had never noticed how beautiful and sincere his dark eyes were before, or how soft his hair was. Possibly because you had never been this close to him, but seeing him like this made you wonder how Peter didn’t have half the girls at Midtown lining up for him. Ned claps his hands together, barely able to contain his excitement. 

“This is awesome,” he breathes in awe. “My two friends are soulmates. You guys better mention me at your wedding because if it wasn’t for me, you guys would’ve been too dumb to realize what was right under your noses.” 

“It’s a little early to talk about a wedding,” you joke, ignoring the blush making its way to your cheeks at the thought of calling Peter your husband. “Besides, I barely know Peter. I think we should start there first.” 

“Y-Yeah, no weddings just yet,” Peter chuckles before meeting your eyes. 

“Well, you both agreed to help me build my new LEGO figure today, so how about we start there?” Ned asks, his grin wide enough for the corner of his eyes to crinkle. You and Peter both nod, still not breaking eye contact. 

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[dropyourswordfanfic]

i was your girl - Steve Rogers

this is a prequel to i was your girl

Flashback: Your boyfriend breaks up with you

WordCount: 816

Warnings: angst, cursing, fighting, alcohol mentions/consumption 

It was springtime and you were just about to leave for date night, when an unexpected visitor came barging through your door. It was your friend. Drunk as a dog.

"Hey," He slurred when he laid his eyes on you.

"Your drunk," you stated, really annoyed you rolled your eyes and tried to get him in your bed so he can sleep.

Laying water and Advil on the nightstand for when he wakes up. You sigh as you close the door disappointed in him, leaving for your date a few minutes late.

Meeting Steve at your usual place you apologize for being late. Telling him that your friend came over right before you left and let him stay over while you were going out. He seemed fine with this at first but as the date came to an end, something changed. When you reached your apartment Steve was hesitant to come in knowing who was on the other side of the door.

"It's alright to come in, he's sleeping we can do whatever we want," you pull him into the living area by his wrist.

"I don't know why you encourage his behavior (Y/N)," Steve said sitting on the couch next to you.

"I never EVER! Encourage his drinking Steve," you say taken back by his tone. “He was sober for almost two months but getting clean is hard! I will always be here for him, no matter what."

"Your loyalty is one of the reasons I fell for you," he breathed.

Silence came over the room as the two of you looked over one another. Right when you were about to kiss you here a loud thump from your bedroom.

"Aw shit," you mumble an inch from Steve's face.

"Let him figure it out for himself," he pulled you closer to him.

"Okay," you gave in letting him kiss you tenderly.

As your kissing intensified the door to your room swung open. Pulling away from his swollen pink lips looking in the direction of the sounds, you see your friend stumbling for the kitchen. As you started to get off the couch Steve pulled at your hand trying to bring you back to him.

Looking down at him you plead, "Just let me make sure he took the Advil i left him, okay," you kiss his forehead.

Heading toward the kitchen you hear your friend rifling through your pantry for something. Only stopping when you come within the vicinity of his presence.

"Hey gUrl!" he happily slurred dropping some food on the ground.

"Hey, how ya feeling?" you asked rubbing his back.

"Okay I GuEss," he hiccuped in your face.

"Alright buddy," you pushed him away, "lets brush your teeth."

"Your nice, and prEtty," he emphasized with another hiccup.

“Thank -" Steve interrupted your drunk conversation bursting into the kitchen.

"Enough chit chat," he rudely pushed past you. Looking furiously at your friend.

"HeY SteVe Buddy," your friend tried to go in for a hug. But Steve crossed his arms over his chest in a 'hell no' kind of stance.

“You need to stop coming over here whenever you decide to get drunk!” Steve poked at his chest.

“Steve,” you said disappointed.

“I juSt wanted to be SomeWhEre safe,” your friend hiccuped. You appreciated that he felt safe with you whenever he spiraled out of control.

“Why do you always have to be his safety net?” Steve didn’t understand.

“Because we’ve known each other since birth,” you answered head low.

Steve stopped, lowering his arms to the side. He somehow never knew this information. He felt like an idiot, “(Y/N) i’m sorry. I didn’t-” you interrupted him. Having enough of his shit.

“Steve, it’s okay.” your voice as light as possible, “you never asked. you just knew we were friends.”

“But it’s not okay,” he stepped toward you, “i’m your boyfriend and should really pay more attention to these things. You are the one i care about most.” He tried to touch his hands to your arms.

“Then show me you care!” you raised your voice, making your friend jump a bit causing him to hiccup.

You and Steve were both getting worked up. Your friend stuck in the middle. Steve didn’t know how to show you he cared, at least not in that moment. So ultimately he thought the best thing to do was just to leave. Backing up towards the front door not saying a word. A sad expression started to show on your face.

“Steve,” you cried out, “what are you doing?”

“Leaving.” he simply stated opening the door and leaving. Just like he said.

Silent tears started to roll down your cheeks, the person you wanted wiping them away just walked out of your life. Mustering up enough sense you spoke to your still drunk friend, “(Y/F/N) did you take the advil i left for you?”

“Yes,” his voice was calm, “did that just happen because of me?” he asked, slurring less.

“No sweetie. It was going to happen eventually,” you sighed. Your heart had a hole in it now. But you were in no rush to fill it.

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a/n: the prequel to ‘i was your girl’ alternative ending

[sunshinesteviee]

waiting // harrison osterfield

Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: fluff !!!!! Summary: harrison finds you very endearing when you’re half asleep Prompts: “you’re very endearing when you’re half asleep” and “i’ve been waiting a long time”  A/N: hi guys! this is actually for two writing challenges. i was going to do the different prompts as two parts, but it ended up working better as one. congrats to @notimeforthemessenger for 500 & to @spiderboytotherescue for 4k! y’all are both super great!!!! as always, i hope you like it, and let me know what ya think!!! lots of love 💓

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As the night began winding down, you could feel the effects of the alcohol that you’d drank begin to wear off. The music was starting to get too loud, and dancing with strangers was not much fun anymore. The dress you’d put on earlier in the evening was feeling a bit too short, and your heels a bit too tall. You were out with your cast mates, celebrating the wrap of your newest movie, Spider-Man: Far From Home. Being in the movie meant that you instantly had friends; you were always invited to hang out, and there was never a moment that the cast wasn’t hanging out together when they weren’t filming. Though the night has passed quickly and it was late (or very early?), your friends didn’t seem to be fazed. They were still drinking and dancing and talking, as if they could do it all night. You weren’t exactly a party person, and you wanted to be done.

Figuring they’d still be a while, you made your way over to an empty booth, collapsing onto the cushioned seat. Though you wanted so badly to take your heels off, you settled for kicking your feet up on the opposite side of the booth. The sudden movement caused your dress to ride up your thigh, but you were quick to pull it back down into place, trying to avoid the glances of all the unknown people around you. Your head tipped back to rest against the booth and you let out a sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. You knew that it probably wasn’t the best idea, as you were surrounded by strangers, but you were just so tired. The regret was immediate, however, when someone slid into the booth, moving your feet over so they could sit. Pulling your feet back quickly, your eyes flew open to see who thought they could interrupt your beauty sleep.

Harrison, Tom’s best friend, was sitting across from you, a smile clearly tugging at the corner of his lips. Since it was only Harrison, you let your guard down a little, giving him a tired smile of your own. He was a nice guy - you hadn’t really talked to him too much, and you didn’t know him too well, but you knew he was a loyal friend to Tom, and it seemed like he was always in a good mood, so it was safe to say that you liked the boy. “Just gonna take a nap here, Y/N?” The tone of his voice was teasing as his smile stretched across his face.

Leaning forward to rest your elbows on the table, you nodded and then rested your head in your hands, “Mhm. Seems like the perfect place for that, don’t ya think?” Harrison laughed, and you gave him another smile as you shifted to rest your head on only one of your hands. Though you appreciated the company, you were confused as to why he was sitting across from you, and not still partying with the rest of the group. He still had a beer in his hand, and he kept glancing over to where everyone else was gathered. “Not that I mind, but what are you doing over here, Harrison?”

“Saw you over here by yourself, and I didn’t think you should be alone,” he explained, pausing for a moment to take a sip of his beer, “especially if you thought you were gonna take a nap right here.”

You laughed, sitting straight up again and brushing some hair behind your ear, “Well, I appreciate it. But ‘m okay, really. You can go back over there.”

“Nah, ’s alright. Kind of getting tired, myself.” His long fingers sifted through his hair before dropping down to the table to pick up his beer again. It was silent for a few moments between the two of you, and you took the opportunity to look Harrison over. He was a pretty boy - there was simply no other way to describe him. His hair was usually pushed up and out of the way, but it was starting to fall down into his face after the long night, and he had the prettiest clear blue eyes and the absolute nicest skin. Though he wasn’t wearing them now, he sometimes wore glasses, which you thought only added to his attractiveness. Quite honestly, you had a bit of a crush on the boy. Just because you didn’t know him too well didn’t mean that you didn’t notice him... that you didn’t like him.

There were a few more moments of silence as Harrison finished his drink and looked through his phone, and you could feel your eyes getting heavier. The song that was playing ended and switched to a new song, and Harrison took the opportunity to speak up, his gaze lifting to yours, “D’ya wanna head back? ‘M not sure how much longer they’ll be, and you look like you’re gonna fall asleep.”

“I mean, yeah. But I don’t think I should go back by myself.”

“Of course, Y/N,” there was a laugh behind his words, “I’m saying I’ll go back with you, if ya want.”

His offer took you aback; he certainly didn’t have to do that for you. “Oh, no, Haz, I can’t ask you to do that…” you trailed off, your eyebrows furrowed together slightly.

“Oh hush,” he waved his hand as if brushing your protest off, “I wanna head back, too. ‘S really no big deal.” You contemplated his offer for a moment, but nodded your head quickly as you chewed on your bottom lip. “Great! I already got the Uber, it should be here soon.” He pushed himself up and out of the booth, holding one of his hands out for you to take. You hesitated again, just for a split second, before grabbing onto Harrison’s hand, letting him help you up. Quickly tugging down the hem of your tight dress, you let Harrison lead you through the crowds of people until you got outside. His grip on your hand was tight with his fingers interlocked with yours, as if he was going to lose you and never find you again.

Once outside, Harrison was about to let go of your hand, but your heels got caught on the sidewalk, causing you to stumble a bit. His grip tightened, steadying you as he pulled you in closer to him with a laugh, “Still a bit tipsy?”

You shook your head quickly with a laugh, “No!” He gave you a pointed look, to which you responded with a scoff, “‘M not! Didn’t even have that much to drink, honestly. Just tired, and my heels got caught on the sidewalk.” You were telling the truth, but when you took another step, your heel got caught once again, making Harrison shoot you another look. “Shut up!”

Checking his phone, Harrison noted that it’d still be a few more minutes until the uber showed up. You let out a groan; all you wanted was to get in bed. He was about to say something, but was interrupted as you let out a big yawn. His hand left yours, but a second later was resting against your waist, pulling you into his side. “Pretty sure you’re gonna fall asleep any second. Just lean against me, love.” Your cheeks felt hot as he pulled you into his side, but you complied and leaned against him. Though the music from inside was still thumping in your ears, it only took a few moments before your eyelids got heavy, wanting so desperately to close so you could drift off to sleep. Since Harrison still had his arm around you to hold you up, you decided it wouldn’t hurt if you just closed your eyes for a few moments.

You only realized that you’d drifted off when Harrison was shaking you slightly, telling you that the car had arrived. With his arm around your waist, he led you over to the car and opened the door for you, allowing you to slide in. You slid to the opposite side and immediately buckled your seatbelt, watching as Harrison ducked down to get in. It only took a matter of seconds before your heels were off, and your legs were tucked underneath you. Not hearing the click of the seatbelt, you reached across Harrison, giving his seatbelt a tug as well as a pointed look at him. He laughed, buckling in as the car started moving, causing you to jolt back into your spot.

The seatbelt had locked from how far you had leaned over, and you gave it a few tugs, trying to undo it. When it wouldn’t come undone, you let out a defeated sigh, too tired to actually care. Leaning your head against the window, you struggled to keep your eyes open, your blinks getting a little longer with each passing second. You could feel Harrison’s gaze on you, and you somehow managed to keep your eyes open long enough to scrunch up your nose and let out a grunt, “What?” His head shook, and you could see the glint in his eyes, but you let it go with a shrug of your shoulders.

The way the car moved only helped lull you to sleep, so you let it; your body swaying back and forth a little with the movements of the car, your eyes slowly drifting shut and staying that way until the car came to a stop. Harrison wasn’t sure whether or not you were asleep so he unbuckled and then scooted closer to you, shaking your arm a little, “We’re back, love, c’mon.” His arm slid around your waist and settled on your hip so he could pull you across the leather seats and help you out of the car. You weren’t sure what had gotten into Harrison, or why he was helping you to this extent, but you definitely didn’t mind. It was nice that he cared enough to make sure you got back to your room and ended up asleep in bed.

Being half asleep, you weren’t quite thinking clearly, and you accidentally pressed the button for the wrong floor. It took you a second to realize, but when you did, you started laughing so hard that you couldn’t stop. For you, being tired meant you went through different stages - you were just plain tired, you got loopy and thought everything was funny, you got crabby - it was honestly quite a rollercoaster. Harrison had never seen you like this, but he thought it was kind of cute, and he hid a smile behind his hand as he watched you try to collect yourself, wiping away the tears that were running down your cheeks from laughing so hard.

When you made it to your floor, you fumbled with your purse to pull out the key card. It took a few attempts before it unlocked, and - in your half-asleep state - mumbled to yourself, “I’m in.”

This time Harrison couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, his head tipping back as his laughter rang out down the hall. You didn’t want to wake anyone else up, so you quickly grabbed onto his hand, pulling him into your room and shutting the door behind him. “Shh!” you muttered, clapping your hand over his mouth, dropping your shoes onto the ground near the door.

Harrison’s fingers wrapped your wrist to pull it away from his mouth, a few more laughs falling past his lips. “God, Y/N. You’re very endearing when you’re half asleep, ya know that?”

Your head tilted to the side a bit, eyebrows drawing together, “Whaddya mean, Haz?” The end of the question ended up being punctuated with a loud yawn. Now that you were back in your room, it was as if someone had flipped a switch and the deliriousness was wearing off, leaving you feeling straight up exhausted.

“I mean,” he started, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck as his cheeks turned a light pink, “that you’re very endearing. Super cute. All of the time, actually. And even more when you’re tired.”

“Oh?” was all you could manage to get out.

He nodded as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it out of nervousness. “Yeah, I, um-“ he paused and let out a low chuckle, “I like you, Y/N.”

“You do?” You were having a hard time wrapping your head around what was happening; it was late, and you were exhausted.

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting a long time to tell you, actually,” Harrison mumbled. With the way he was looking at you, you could feel your heart beating a little faster inside of your chest. You’d had a little bit of a crush on Harrison before tonight, but after tonight? He was going way out of his way to help you, to make sure you got back safe, and that made your heart swell.

“You have?” He nodded, some of his hair falling down into his face. “I- I like you too, Harrison.” After your admission, you felt your face get hot, and you gave in to the urge to reach up and brush the hair out of his face.

His fingers caught your wrist once more, but this time he slid his hand into yours, his fingers sliding between the spaces of yours. “Really?” his voice came out a whisper.

“Really,” you whispered back, the tone of your voice matching his.

The smile that broke out on his face was practically bright enough to light up the dimly lit room. Harrison’s hand gave yours a gentle squeeze, the pad his thumb rubbing small circles over the back of your hand. It was silent for a few moments as you looked at each other. His blue eyes were sparkling, and you wanted nothing more than to lean in and plant a kiss on him. You took a step closer, leaning up on your toes as one of your arms snaking around his neck, your other hand still clutched in Harrison’s. Though he hadn’t stopped smiling, it was as if a new smile had placed itself on his lips at your actions.

“Thank you for going out of your way for me tonight, Haz. For getting me home,” this time your whisper was because you were so close to him.

“I’d do anything for you, love,” he whispered back. His gaze flicked down for your lips and then back up to your eyes. Pausing for a moment, you could tell that he was contemplating something with the way his head had tilted slightly, his nose scrunched up a little. Another moment passed and he leaned in towards you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I really wanna kiss you now, but you’re tired, and I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with, and ‘m not sure you’re in the right head-state after your laughing episode in the elevator,” he teased. “So... Goodnight, Y/N/N, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Maybe I can give ya that kiss then?”

“Yeah, I’d love that” you breathed out, your heart swelling at how sweet he was, not wanting to take advantage of you. “Night, Haz.”

With another kiss pressed to your forehead, Harrison slipped out of your room, letting the door shut behind him silently. You stood in front of the door for a few seconds, staring at the spot where Harrison had been standing. You could still feel his hand in yours, his lips against your skin. Collapsing into the fluffy blankets on the bed, it didn’t take long until you fell asleep with a happy smile on your lips.

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When I’m With You

Pairing: Tom Holland  x Reader

Warning: Fluff ;) 

Summary: Tom is on a much needed break when he meets the one person who finally makes him feel like himself again.

Word count: 2570

A/N:This is for @notimeforthemessenger  500 Follower writing challenge. Congrats, love and thank you for doing it! Also I’m sorry for posting this last minute. I got the song “I Like Me Better” from Lauv.

To be young and in love in New York City

To not know who I am

But still know that I'm good long as you're here with me

To be drunk and in love in New York City

Midnight into morning coffee, burning through the hours talking

Damn

 Tom can exactly remember how he met you her the first time. He was on vacation. Finally seeing New York. Not being there to film for another movie or having to do press. This should be a way to lay low for a while.

A time he desperately needed. Already on the verge of feeling like he was losing himself a long time ago and not knowing how to turn back. The brown haired man knew how much he troubled his friends and mostly family with his behaviour.

But there was nothing any of them could do. It was not his family or friends fault. Being in the industry, everything was so self-centred and usually Tom did a good job staying low and keep his feet on the ground. Lately he recognized his own change and he didn’t like that at all.

So, he made the decision to take some time to himself and try to figure everything out. In his mind, there would be no better place than New York to exactly do that. It was the one place where basically started, where his favourite character lived. Something that was far away and still could feel like home.

It was Toms first night in New York. Just flown in, he decided to start off with having a night out. No party, just a little bar and a drink. After taking his wallet and key card leaving his room and making the way out of the hotel.

He walked for a while around the neighbourhood. Looking around and catching a few sights, taking mental notes on what he wants to see later before spotting an inconspicuous bar. All black and just with a little light but still homely. Exactly what he had been searching for.

It’s not a big one and there are not many guests as well. Everything is wooden, a counter taking place on the right side of it. Sofas are pressed against the light grey walls and in the middle is decorated with lots of tables and chairs.

Tom orders himself a beer and sits on one of the sofas that are standing in a corner. Being careful that not too many people can see him. He would much prefer to stay incognito for a while. He is watching the other guest for a while.

She is catching his attention immediately. The way she is leaned against the chair, strands of her hair falling into her face while she seemed to be engrossed into the book you’re holding. The sleeves of her black hoodie tucked over her hands. A bottle of beer standing in front of her.

The Y/E/C coloured eyes following the lines that are written, completely blacking out her surroundings. At least until she takes a sip from your beverage.

That’s when she catches him watching. A small smile gracing her lips and swears he can hear his heart stop beating, trying to catch his breath. Him thinking how stunning she is.

Little did he know that the Y/H/C haired woman feels the same about him. His brown hair tousled, single pieces falling on his forehead. The coffee coloured eyes watching her but in no disturbing way. As soon as he sees her watching, he turns his gaze somewhere else. A faint colour of red on his cheeks, making the girl chuckle over it. He is cute, in a way he also felt familiar to her but nevertheless very cute.

She turns her attention back to the book to the relieve of Tom. Meanwhile he secretly tries to steal glances at her, contemplating if he should get up and talk to her. He was never a shy person, always outgoing and down for an adventure. During the change and uncertain, Tom get nervous. He starts playing with his hands, trying to get his mind somewhere else. It doesn’t work. From time to time he still takes a glimpse back to her.

Both of them taking a glance at the same time and his eyes are switching fast enough to the empty bottle in front of him. That’s at least what he thinks until someone coughs in front of him. His eyes widen and Toms mouth falling open at the woman.

A smile on your her face and book in one hand, extending the other one to him. “Hi.” Her voice sounding soft and kind to him. He stares at her for a moment before taking her hand in his. “H-Hi.” He stumbles over the greeting.

“Soo. I saw you watching me and thought I would at least introduce myself.” He could hear the teasing voice and instantly turned a shade of red again. “I-Im so sorry.” She interrupted him fast. “Don’t worry, I saw you kinda, too.” Both of you laughing about the situation.

“Would you mind if I take the seat?” The brunette showed that he was okay with it and soon the conversation started to flow.

 I like me better when I'm with you

I like me better when I'm with you

I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time, 'cause

I like me better when-

I like me better when I'm with you

 Turns out that she did know Tom. Just in other ways he had thought. Having siblings who were huge Marvel fans, she was more or less forced to watch some of the movies. Being a fan but not like he had expected.

She was a pleasant surprise. The two connected in a lot of ways. It started from having similar interests, pet peeves as well the reason why you two found your way to New York. Taking time off to see a little bit from the world and find yourselves.

Both stayed the whole night together, talking, taking glances at each other and just enjoying each other company. Shy Tom disappeared and for the first time in a long time there was his old self. Making fun, enjoying the time he was having without the pressure of maintaining a perfect imagine for the media or who knows what.

Tom, at first, was a little unsure because he didn’t know if he could trust her. But as the hours continued he felt safer.

At around two in the morning, they had to leave the bar. To say Tom was sad was an understatement. He enjoyed the time and was not ready to let her go. So, he took all of his confidence and ask you for her number. And she gave it to him.

It felt like a connection between the two, nothing to be named yet but nevertheless, it felt good. Both wanting to know more about each other.

And that’s what they did.

I don't know what it is but I got that feeling

Waking up in this bed next to you

Swear the room, yeah, it got no ceiling

If we lay, let the day just pass us by

I might get to too much talkin', I might have to tell you somethin'

Damn

 The morning after you two met, you went for a coffee in an 80’s inspired bistro. It was one of the funniest things Tom ever did. Talking about past, present, dreams, futures, jokes and all you two could think about. It felt natural, normal and all in all like you knew each other much longer than a day.

The week continued with walking through Central Park where first his pinky would graze hers until his hand would hold yours. A smile playing along both of your faces. Tom and you would visit different sights. Seeing the Liberty of State, Staten Island or going to different museums or just spending time in their rooms talking.

Another Highlight was the Empire State Building. Both of you always wanting to go there. The view was incredible, but someone was more intriguing to him. You.

Leaning against a little bit behind, he watched how you took a few photos of it. He could imagine how you must be smiling over it. Just as you were trying to take another picture of the sunset, he slung his arms around your waist. “Sorry.” He cheeky whispered with his mouth pressed against your hair.

Your sweet scent filling his nose and for a moment he closed his eyes inhaling it. He only had a few days left until he would have to leave New York and you. Trying to hold onto the time a little bit more, he didn’t want to go. Meanwhile you had turned your camera around and took a photo of you two together.

Tom opened his eyes, smiling into the lens before pressing a kiss onto your head. You looked up to him. Smiling at him before he lowered his head and pressed a short and sweet kiss to your lips. You turned around, your hands crossing over his neck before pressing him down to you and kissing him again. This time both of your lips pressing longer together, moving against each other.

He places his forehead on your when you loosen the kiss. Both having your eyes closed for a moment to enjoy each other’s presence. Slowly opening his eyes, he sees you watching him. Taking all of him in. A huge smile not able to hide on your face. He smiles back. His eyes twinkling at you.

His hand cupping your cheeks. Before taking your hand and leading you down again. The sun has already set, and it starts getting cold so both of you decide to go back visit the dinner you went earlier the week.

When you two walk into the pink themed dinner, hands holding, the waitress is smiling. You two take a up a little pink booth in the back. Both ordering a coffee and a tea with strawberry cheesecake. As soon as the waitress leaves the two continue to smile at each other and Tom could swear they haven’t stop smiling since the met the night in the bar.

When your beverages arrive, Tom can see you crinkling your nose over his. A small laugh escaping his lips. “What is it now, love?” You force your eyes away from his tea, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment over being caught by him. “I don’t get how you can drink your tea with milk.”

“I can’t believe how you can drink your coffee without it.” He teases. Grinning at each other before laughing about it. She intervenes his fingers with hers on the table and Tom swears he feels like so intoxicated by her. It’s the good kind. The one that makes him smile so hard and he can’t stop. His stomach tingling like there are actual butterflies or whatever people believe in.

He rubs his thumb over her hand, pressing light kisses on to her hand once or twice, while the two continue to talk over god and the world.

 Stay awhile, stay awhile

Stay here with me

Stay awhile, stay awhile, oh

Stay awhile, stay awhile

Stay here with me

Lay here with me

 It’s three days before Tom must go back to London and he still feels like he is not ready to. Not willing to let you go, if he could ever at this point. It’s raining outside when he asks you to come to his room to spend the day. He doesn’t feel like exploring, just laying next to her and enjoying each other’s presence.

But she has other plans for him. Lying to him and telling that the clerk doesn’t let her in, Tom is forced to go to the entrance of the Hotel. That’s where she is standing, waiting for him with an umbrella in the hand and a big smile.

He can’t help himself but smile back at her. His jacket in one hand, pressing a light kiss to her forehead as he hugs her. Her arms naturally going around his waist. They are not leaving as he leans back. “Didn’t you say, you don’t get in?” He teased her.

A smug smile on her face. “I lied.” He furrowed his eyebrows over her. “Why?” She presses her hands against his sides. “Because it rains.” A laugh escaping him. “Love, hate to break it to you but I’m from England. It constant raining there.” She playfully rolls her eyes at him before crossing her hand behind his neck and pressing him down to her. “Very funny.”

Her lips hovering over his. “You know what rain means?” She whispered. He is intoxicated by her scent. So sweet. He wants to press his lips against hers but she slowly leans back.

“It means…” She continues before taking his hand. “That we need to go dance.” She drags him outside into the rain. Tom looks up to the sky and it’s pouring.

But it’s not concerning them. Their holding hands and just start dancing in the middle of the sidewalk. He can feel his locks even more curling and in the matter of seconds both are soaked. After what felt like eternity Tom stops her and presses himself against her. Holding her cheeks while slowly pressing his lips against hers.

When both stop to take a breath, Tom whispers. “You know what rain reminds me of?” She shakes her head at him. “London and I w-wanted to ask if y-you would like to come to London with me?” Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open. “Do you mean that?” She nervously asks.

“Of course. I only have a few days left but I’m not ready to let you go. I didn’t say it until now, but you make me feel incredible. I feel at home in your arms and I need you. If it wouldn’t be too early, I would say three different words.”

Tom eyes are closed, and his head is pressed against hers as he talks. He can’t see it, but her eyes are glazed over his words. She starts cupping his cheek before pressing her lips against his. “Yes.” The brunette man opens his eyes at her, starts smiling and twirling her around.

Both laughing like little kids. They spend a while like this until running back into the hotel and Toms room.

 I like me better when I'm with you (yes, I do, yes, I do, babe)

I like me better when I'm with you (ooh, no)

I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time ,cause

I like me better when

I like me better when I'm with you

Better when, I like me better when I'm with you

 Now he is watching you, sleeping peacefully next to him. The next morning having already arrived. Having talked through a night again and falling asleep next to each other. He doesn’t know how it happened, but he feels like the kid from Kingston again. Tom feels like himself. Like he is content and happy with the world for once. If he knows one thing for certain than that he would onto it, hold onto you. For as long as he could. He truly liked himself better and only because of you.

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Finally (T.H)

A/N: this is my submission for @notimeforthemessenger  ‘s writing challenge. Also my first Tom post soooo... yeah hope you like it

Prompt: “That’s the exact opposite of what I told you to do”

Warnings: none

Word count: 698

Tom had never had the best luck with girls. He thought maybe he was too stuttery, too nervous, maybe he was doing something wrong? Who knows. Even after being cast as Spider-Man, his luck stayed the same. Some things never change.

Y/N was a constant. They’d been friends since her family moved across the street from the Holland’s when they were eight. Since then, she’s always been there when he needed her to be. Whether they were five feet apart or what seemed to be a million miles, she was there.

Tom was there for her as much as he could be. Y/N knew that he’d get busy being on set constantly, especially since being cast as Spider-Man. Nonetheless, he tried his best, and she supported him the whole way.

The two were oblivious. They had always gone to each other with every issue, knowing the other held answers.

This led them to where they sat now. On Y/N’s couch. His head in her lap as her hands ran through his curls, Moana playing on the tv.

Tom had been seeing the same girl for a few months now, but something didn’t feel quite right about it.

“Tom you just need to go talk to her. Ask her what’s going on, if she’s okay. The longer you wait the worse it’ll get” neither of them were really watching the movie. It was mostly for background noise.

Tom sighed “but what if she doesn’t want to be with me anymore?”

“Then it’s her loss for not seeing how amazing you are. You put your all into everything Tom. Why should you be with someone who doesn’t appreciate that?”

Tom thought it over for a moment. He sat up abruptly. “I’m going to talk to her now”

A slightly shocked expression crossed Y/N’s features “Uh. Okay. Drive safe” she spoke as he put in his coat and shoes hurriedly “And good luck”

“Thanks!” Tom shouted back as the door to Y/N’s flat shut behind him.

Y/N continued to watch the movie while waiting for Tom to get back. She tapped her phone anxiously against her knee, hoping for a text from him. About an hour later, her door flew open and a soaked Tom stepped in.

“Tom oh my god when did it start raining?” Y/N ran to her room quickly, grabbing a jumper and sweatpants Tom had left there previously.

He hung his coat up as she made her way back with the clothing. “On my way back. Thank you” Tom spoke taking the clothing. He walked back to the bathroom and changed. It’s not like they hadn’t seen each other half naked before. Now just didn’t seem like the right time.

“How’d it go?” Y/N asked as Tom walked out of the bathroom, already having tossed his clothing in the dryer.

“I broke up with her”

“Tom” Y/N spoke softly, looking at him with wide eyes “What the fuck? Why! That’s the exact opposite of what I told you to do!”

Tom hesitated. “Because she isn’t you” he spoke softly “You’re always telling me to be with someone who appreciates me for who I am not because I’m an actor and you’ve been there for me for everything. The first show of Billy Elliot, you were there, every school performance, you helped me through Spider-Man auditions, all six months of them and I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid. Fourteen years we’ve known each other and you’ve always supported me” Tom took a step closer, speaking softer “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for so long. I don’t want to be with anyone else. It’s you Y/N. It’s always been you”

Y/N stood still, her reaction not changing.

“Please say something, anything really”

Y/N smiled. “I’m in love with you too Tom. Have been for so long”

Tom stepped closer again, placing one of his hands on her hip. He took her chin in his other as her hands found his shoulder. He dipped his head down until their lips were brushing.

“Finally” he whispered, pressing his lips against hers gently.

Taglist: @rainbow-marvel (lol thank you)

[mariekoukie6661]

How are we going to explain this to everyone?

Written for @notimeforthemessenger writting challenge. Congrats on reaching 500!

Summary: Loki and the reader are in a secret relationship.

MASTERLIST

Word count: 1333 (smallest Ive written in months!)

Warning: fluff

Loki and you were in a relationship for a bit more than a year now. It was a secret relationship but a relationship nonetheless. You were working at the compound with The Avengers but you were doing desk work. It was much better since you didn’t have any cardio to begin with. While Loki was part of the team, they didn’t really trust him. Something about his temper or something. To be quite honest, he was always a perfect gentleman when he was with you. Always nice and not once did he ever lose his famous temper. Sure you had fights and sure, the both of you had raise your voice but it was never violent.

The both of you talked about moving in together and maybe getting a pet together. You loved him. It was that simple for you. It seems that for him on the other hand… it was more complicated. You knew he loved you and you knew that he wanted to be with you but he was afraid of what others might think of you for dating him. He was quite protective of you, sometimes a bit too much. He was protective of how everyone was perceiving you when you didn’t really gives a flying shit.

Ever since your first kiss with Loki, you knew you were gone for. He was everything you ever wanted in a man and so much more. The first time you were together, it felt like heaven.

You just recently visit a house together, the project of moving in together closer than you though. You were going to visit once more that night, to be sure that it was what the one you wanted.

Loki was away on a mission with his brother and wouldn't be able to join you for the second visit. He trust your judgment and he knew you wouldn’t chose something that wouldn’t fit what you wanted or what you needed. While the house was a bit more expensive than what you wanted to pay initially, you knew it was a great investment.

It had been a few days now that you were waking up feeling sick or throwing up a few times a day. You had your doubts as to what it was but you still wanted to go to the doctor's office to be sure. You were going to stop at the drugstore to get your birth control and a few pregnancy test.

Loki stopped by your office before going on his mission and you almost threw up on him. He urged you to go see the doctor and you told him that you were going that evening. You didn’t exactly know when he was going to come back or if he was going to come back. It was always a stress when Loki was sent on mission. You were always afraid that he wasn’t going to come back and that you would never know because no one knew you were in a relationship.Well you were pretty sure that Nat knew because she knew everything that was going on with everyone.

So after work, you went directly to visit the house, it was in Brooklyn so it was a bit of a drive but you didn’t mind, it was going to be worth it. Not living with roommates any longer, it was worth the drive. Sure the house might need a bit of love but it was nothing a bit of paint couldn’t fix.

On your second tour of the house, you fell in love with it and told the owner that you wanted it. You told her that it was a great house and that you and Loki would buy it. Everything felt perfect and while the house need a bit of work and a bit of love it would be a great home for the two of you.

Nothing could stop you from moving forward with your life. Having spent years living with roommates and juggling more than two jobs at a time until you got hired by Tony.

Everything felt right. All of your debt paid, you were in a serious relationship of almost two years, everything was in order and every list you made when you were a kid could be tick. Everything you ever dreamed off was coming true. It was a bit scary but exciting all the same.

Before going home you stop at the drugstore to get a few test and you took a few pregnancy test. You were almost sure what you had and you weren't sure how Loki would react to the news. He was supposed to come back the next day and you weren’t ready to have that kind of discussion. Once home, you went straight to the toilet and took the first pregnancy test of the bags.

It turned out to be the longest two minutes of your life. It also turned out that you were right and you were pregnant and totally unprepared for such a big change in your life. You decided to go to bed and deal with it in the morning. You had so much to do and no idea in what order exactly to do it.

The next morning, you woke up long before your alarm and decided to do some cleaning before work. There was so much to clean since you were moving soon. Once your room was clean and the living room was done, you decided to make a list of what to do.

You heard your alarm ringing in your bedroom and hurry to close it before one of your roommate tells you something about it. You took a shower and got ready for work. On your way to work you call your doctor to get an appointment and stop at Starbucks for coffee until you remember that you couldn’t drink coffee anymore. it wouldn’t do any good to the baby.

When you arrived at your office, you saw Loki waiting for you. He was still wearing his suit so that means that he got back from his mission not long ago. You greet him before pressing a kiss to his cheeks before digging through your purse for the contract.

“We only need your signature and I’ll send it to the agents and the house will be ours.”

“That is fantastic.Do you know when we will be able to move in?”

“As soon as we can, as long as the first payment is done. We need to go shopping for furniture and some other stuff.”

“Did you went to get something since you were sick the last few days?”

You froze at the question. How were you going to tell him about the baby?

“Yeah… about that...Loki, um… It might not be the greatest place to tell you but... hum… I’m pregnant.”

His reaction would have been funny if it weren't for the pit in your stomach. You were afraid that he wouldn’t like your news. His eyes went wide and his mouth open.

“Oh wow… that’s...That’s fantastic news. I know we haven’t talked babies but I always thought you would be a great mother. Oh… How are we going to explain this to everyone?”

You laugh at his reaction as relief settles into you.

“Honey… I believe everyone knows by now. I kind of overheard the team talking about us the other day. It’s seems that we are not as subtle as we thought we were.”

He laughed at that and you smiled. Everything was going to be fine.

A few months later, you were finally moving in the house, after hiring someone to fix what needed to be fix in the house. The nursery was paint in white and gold. You didn’t want to know if it would be a boy or a girl. You wanted the surprise. As you looked around you, you felt Loki’s hand settles on your baby bump. You were five months along and you were more than happy.

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Best Friend (Tom Holland Fanfic)

Author: @ineedsomemoremetime

​Paring: Tom Holland x Female! whom I names Gemma.

Notes: This fanfic I wrote for both @gottaletgopete​ (best friend) and @notimeforthemessenger​ (Quote, in bold) writing challenge. I am not the best writer and editing job will not be the greatest but I finally got it finished and I’m kinda proud of it. 

Words: 5595

“Did you know that you swallow 7 spiders a night when your sleeping?” Jacob explains while he is wiping the counter top.           

  “I heard it's 7 spiders in your lifetime” Derek replies as he goes over to lock the store doors so we can count the register.         

 “I heard that you both are just idiots and neither one of you is correct.” Molly complains as she finishes putting away the books that were left out.    

  “What do you think Gemma?” Jacob asks me as I was finishing filling out some paperwork for tomorrow.       

 “I heard both versions of that rumor so I don’t think I'm a great choice to answer this question.” I reply.   

 “Why are you asking her for her opinion. She probably swallows like 100 spiders a night, her boyfriend is Spider-man.” Molly says while grabbing her drawer out and starting to count it.     

 “Guys he’s not my boyfriend he’s just my best friend and roommate.” I explain.    

 “Were not idiots Gem, you love him. Why don’t you just tell already?” Jacob ask and then sits on the clean counter top to wait for my reply. I’ve known Tom who plays Spider-man since I was 18 and decided to live out my dream and move to London. We met my first week here, right after I got this job actually.

“Oh my god, you’ll never believe how my day went today.” I say to my best friend Genny. I’ve been in London for 4 days and I already killed my pet fish 7 hours after I got him but I also got kicked out of my apt because it didn’t allow fish. So now I’m homeless. But I guess on the bright side I got a job. Except I’m not sure how I’m going to get ready everyday since I have nowhere to live. I was about to head into the local Starbucks to maybe get some caffeine before I look for some apartments when these two guys walk out and accidentally spill their coffee on me

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry love. Here um let me go get some napkins. Wait, Haz go grab those napkins off the table.” He basically screams after he spilled his coffee all over my new white blouse I wore to my job interview.

“It’s okay, really. This shirt already got what I needed today. You guys are fine.” I tell him after the one hands me napkins, who I believe was called Haz

.“Here, let me at least buy you a coffee or tea or water. Even though water is free. I don’t know. Um, what do you drink. It’s on me I swear.” The one who spilled it on me said really quickly, kinda like he was nervous

.“Don’t worry about it. Actually I’ll buy you a coffee, since you spilt this one. It’s on me, don’t worry.” I reply. The Haz guy just starts laughing, which means he got my joke.

.“Dude, we need to give this girl a medal. You spill coffee on her and yet she still makes jokes, and doesn’t try to kill you for ruining her shirt.” Haz said. A medal, hmm that would be nice. Does this medal come with a house, cause I’m in need of one of those

.“I can get you one of those if you want or anything. A new top, um a new purse. Whatever name your price. Please don’t me mad at me, it was an accident I swear on my life.” He quickly rambles. Is this guy for-real, I glance over at the Haz guy and he just kinda laughs.

“Tom. Tom. TOM. Snap out of it. She’s not mad.” He yells and the smacks him in the face. The Tom guy looks stunned for a second then he starts laughing.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I got like that. Funny joke, but I’m still buying you a drink. Actually also Haz and I were about to head over to Nandos in a little bit after doing a little bit more shopping. Do you want to join us?” 

“I would actually love that.” I reply. Then we headed into Starbucks to finally get Tom’s and my coffee.

“Yes, I’m going to go home tonight and be like, ‘Hey Tom guess what I’m in love with you and I have since we were like 18. Just thought you ought to know.’”I reply back to them. If only it were that easy. God, just imagine I tell him that I love him, he tells me he loves me back, and then we live happily ever after. That would be the life. Just to be able to kiss him, to hold his hand, to call him mine, to share our lives together.What would I give to live that life. But that’s never going to happen, because I live in a world where life doesn’t really work out in my favor.

“Well, you honestly could just say that.” Derek's said while twirling his fidget spinner. 

“Yes, Derek. I could just tell him that and everything would be alright. Guys, I don’t wanna ruin my friendship with him. I get to spend a lot of my time talking, laughing, enjoying life with Tom. I don’t wanna ruin that. I also don’t want him to kick me out.” I explain.

 “Wait, he can’t just kick you out if you’re paying rent, can he?” Molly asks.“I’m not paying rent. He won’t let me. He says he is being a gentlemen, but I don’t know.” I explain.

“WHAT!?” Derek and Jacob ask at the same time both clearly shocked. While Molly stood there with her mouth wide open.

“Dude, Can I live with you guys?” Jacob asks

.“Actually Gem, can I move instead. Cause I’ll tell Tom I love him like I swear. To live in that house for free. Damn.” Molly explains, jealousy clear as day on her face.

“He thinks it would be stupid for me to pay, I watch Tessa when he goes to film movies. I clean, I sometimes cook. He doesn’t see why I should pay. I still try to every month don’t get me wrong.”

“How did you even move in with him? Like you just have always been living there.” Derek asks confusion covering his face. I mean I have lived with him or what feels like forever. Ever since the first day we actually met.

“So you’re an actor. Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you. Sorry.” I tell Tom, who looks so shocked in a joking way of course. We went to a few different stores around Starbucks after we got our coffee and just chatted away. Tom ended up buying me a new shirt because apparently, I’m not allowed to pay for anything. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being spoiled and saving money, but I mean come on dude let me pay for something. After like an hour of shopping we ended up finally at Nando’s to eat.

 “What! How do you not know who I am. I am a famous actor, how dare you!” Tom says while trying to keep a straight face, keyword trying.

“Oh, Tom I’m so sorry. Was I supposed to say,’Oh My God is that Tom Holland. Oh My God, he split coffee on me, swoon. Oh My God, can I have an autograph or better yet a picture, or better yet can I have your babies?’ There is that better?” I ask while laughing.

“Well maybe not that, Even though that probably would of been crazy to see. Maybe you should of been like, ‘ Tom Holland split coffee on me, oh my god, I have to sell this shirt of ebay so I can make tons of pounds. Damn.’” He tries while putting on his best american accent, which isn’t bad but he’s probably never gonna be able to play an american character.

“Or she could of went. ‘Tom Holland, boring. I’m here for you Harrison.’ That would of been way better.” Harrison who is the Haz guy by the way said. 

“Shut the hell up mate. I’m not boring.I’m cool.” Tom fights back.

“Oh yeah sure.But I’m not the one standing there saying ‘oh I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you anything blah blah blah.’ Like dude you split coffee on her, you didn’t murder her grandpa.” Well, Harrison has a point there.

 “ Well at least I’m a gentlemen.” Tom argues with a smile on his face. At least I know this isn’t a mean fight just a little bickering back and forth, something I do with my friend Genny.

“Never said you weren’t. You’re just an annoying one.” Okay, I feel like I’m in the middle of this and I’m not gonna lie, I kinda like it.

“I’m not annoying. Gemma, am I annoying?” Tom asks me.

“She’s not gonna side with you. Gemma, Tom’s annoying right?” Harrison asks. Damn, I gotta pick between these two. Their acting like 5 year olds, but it’s kinda adorable.

“You both are annoying. You dorks.” I laugh. I’m really glad Tom split his coffee on me because my day has been looking better, I mean I’m still homeless for the time being, but I’ve had fun today

.“Well, that is true.” Harrison answers back and Tom just nods, agreeing with him.

“So, Gemma, where at in London are you staying?” Tom asks after he takes a sip of his water.

“It’s a long story actually.” I tell them not really wanting to tell them I got kicked out.

“We got time, right Haz.” Haz nods. “Come on, tell us.” Tom says, so I just reply ‘fine’ and then they sit back in their chairs, like they are trying to get more comfortable.

“Well, So I have this apartment over on 14th street. All furnished and everything. It’s a really nice apartment.  Well, when I moved in they never said I couldn’t have pets but I really didn’t want to try anything to serious right off the bat, so I got me a fish last night. I named him Brock., and he was a cute little fish, if fish can be cute. I’m not really sure. Well, I get home and I fill the tank up with water and all the right stuff. Then I got to bed, but when I woke up this morning, Brock was dead. I guess the water has to be a certain temperature, which is something I never knew because I wasn’t allowed any type of pets as a child not even a pet rock. Well, after I flushed Brock, there was a knock on my door. It was my landlord, he told me I had one hour to get all my stuff packed or else he was calling the cops I guess in that apartment your not allowed to have fish. So I got kicked out. So tonight I’m probably going to be staying at a hotel. Until I can find a new apartment.” I explain.

“So you came to London all by yourself? Isn’t that not safe?’ Harrison asks.

“My best friend Genny wanted to come, but her boyfriend um, decided they should actually move in together. So they moved and got a house. My um parents, didn’t want me to even come here. They thought it was a dumb idea. So I can’t let them know,or else they will make sure I’m on the next flight home.” My friend Genny’s boyfriend kinda never liked me, because I always told her that guys will come and go, this is our life, we need to enjoy it while we can. But then again I never was a fan of him either, so we're even.

“Well, Why don’t you come stay with us for a little while. To save some money.” Tom suggests

.“WHAT!?” Harrison and I say at the same time.

“No offense Gemma, you’re nice and all but we just met you, you can’t just invite strangers into our house.” Harrison says to me.

“Come on, she seems really trustworthy and sweet. Plus I would love to get to know her better. So what’s the best way to get to know her, have her stay with us for awhile. Honestly you seem like an amazing person. Plus I also still feel bad for spilling my coffee on you, and what way to repay you by letting you have a place to stay for a little while.” 

“You do realize Ted Bundy was a trusting looking person right?” I ask Tom. I can’t believe he’s offering me a place to stay, I never would of thought he would do that. We just met and he offering me somewhere to live for a little bit.

 “Who’s Ted Bundy?” Tom asks

.“Really dude, really. He killed people. You know what Gemma, you can move in, but Tom you’re moving out.” Harrison says to us. I just laugh and agree.

“Wow, damn. I try and do something nice and in the end I get kicked out. This is not how I pictured my day going.” Tom complains jokingly.

“How about this, I’ll spend one night there, and while I’m there I’ll use your guys wifi to look up other apartments. Deal?’ I ask both of them.

“Okay, but if you can’t find any you will stay with us for a little longer than a day.” Tom bargains.‘Fine, but the longest I will stay is 3 days.” I say. Who knew 3 days would turn into four years.

“He didn’t know who Ted Bundy was?” Molly asked after I told them the story.

“No, he didn’t. That night we spent the whole night basically trying to tell him about Ted but I still think he’s a little confused.”

 When I got back home that night Tom had pizza and another episode of Riverdale for us to watch. Usually we just relax on the couch with my legs in his lap, but something about tonight was different, I tried not to get so cozy with him. It was like talking about him at work today made everything kinda awkward between us, which is also really weird because I’ve talked about him before. So why now am I getting so nervous around him. Wait why does he seem nervous around me? He keeps fidgeting his hands and glancing over at me like he wants to say something but decides not too. Maybe I should ask him what’s wrong, or maybe he’ll turn the question around on me and ask me what’s wrong. I don’t know why I’m freaking out this much. He’s just Tom, my best friend. He was the one who gave me somewhere to live, he was the one to who protected me against my ex who was a little too clingy, he was my shoulder to cry on when I told him about Genny. Tom is my person, okay so is Harrison but I’m not in love with Harrison. Don’t get me wrong, he’s so gorgeous that I wouldn’t be mad to be with him, but I never got that feeling with him, only with Tom. 

“Gemma, I got home earlier this morning then you thought I did. Um, and I kinda accidentally heard a conversation you were having with Harrison. Well Part of it, um only yours. Where you told him you um” He stops and looks down and the ground.  

“Where I told him what?” I ask turning to face him. If I remember this morning's conversation he might of heard me tell Harrison I like Tom.

“Come on, Gem. You can’t wear that shirt.” Harrison said while sitting on my bed waiting for me to be done so we can go get breakfast or well lunch . Well technically we still also have to wait till Tom gets back from some meeting  about the script.

“Are you giving me fashion advice Mr. Osterfield?” I question him while taking off my sweater, leaving me just in a tank top. I mean he may be an idiot but I’m still gonna listen to him.

“You need to wear stuff that will get Tom attention. Like that dark blue shirt, that’s way to big on you but it hangs over and shows your shoulder. It really bring out the light blue in your eyes. Plus it’s one of Tom favorite shirts on.” He tells me as I’m looking through my closet.

“Okay, and why would I need to get Tom’s attention?”

“Cause you love him and he loves you. I mean you already have his attention no matter what you wear but still.”

“What! I don’t love Tom your crazy.” I say and look down to try and hide my blush. 

“Gemma. Stop lying to yourself. Come on you need to tell him.”

 “Ugh, why can’t you tell him for me.” I whine while falling onto my bean bag chair I have in my room.

 “What are we in high school? Plus I have but he doesn’t believe just like you don’t believe me either.” He explains while getting up and getting into my closet to find the top.

“How would I even tell him. I mean what if I make a fool out of myself.” I continue to whine as I get up and put on the shirt.

“Practice on me.”

‘Harrison no that’s weird I can’t”

“Come on I’m waiting.”

“Harrison.”

“Gemma.”

“Look I know were best friends and like you’re everything to me and I really don’t want this to change anything between us. Like that would be the worst thing in the world. But I have to tell something that scared me but I think it’s time you know. I love you and I’ve loved you forever.”  I rush out. 

“That’s perfect, Gem. Honestly if and when you tell Tom I bet you he will cry.” I don’t say anything after he says that I just hug him and that’s when Tom walked in.

“You were telling Harrison that you were in love with him.” He blurts.

“Because I am.” I say then I realized what Tom said “Wait, what?”

“Look it’s okay. I’m happy for you guys really. I just you wanted to be sure. Um I’m gonna go to bed.” He quickly stats and gets up. I jump up as well and yell wait as I grab his wrist. He just looks at me waiting for me to speak.

“I do love Harrison, but as a brother. Tom.” I pause and take a deep breathe. “Tom, I was practicing to tell you, that I love you. Because I do love you. I’m in love with you Tom.” I tell him. It takes him a second to grasp what I said but the second he did, he kisses me. Not like a little peck but a full blown kiss. His hands were on my cheeks while my hands found and just rested on his hips. Spark were flying, like it felt like the fourth of July and I was loving every second of it. I honestly wish it would of went further but then we heard someone clear their throat.

“Oh sorry, I’ll um be in my room, with earphones in. Be safe you two.” Harrison winks and quickly walks into his bedroom and shuts the door.

“Well that was awkward.” I laugh while stepping back a little.

“Yeah. Just a little. So you love me?” Tom asks.

“Yeah, I really do, I’m sorry if  you thought I liked Haz.”

“Yeh, It’s okay. I love you too.” He tell me and I swear if it weren't the fact he stepped closer to me and put his hand on my waist I think I would of fell. Hearing the person you love tell you that they love you as well. It’s the best feeling in the entire world. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks. Like that’s even a question, like duh. But I nods and smile.  Kissing him was like if you kiss happiness, that’s what it felt like. It may sound cheesy but this honestly the way I would want to start and end every single day for the rest of my life. We spent almost the entire night just talking and stealing kisses from each other until we both ended up falling asleep on the couch together. Talking to Tom is always the easiest thing to do, but now that I’ve told him that I love him, it easier. Like I finally told him all of my secrets.

When I woke up the next morning, Tom was gone, and when he wouldn't answer any of my texts or calls all day. Then when I got home from work that night he still wasn’t there. I tried to wait up for him but I got so tired so I went.This went on for about a week. We would either just pass each other and say a quick hello or goodbye and that's it, or we would simply just miss each other. He finally texted but it was only like little text, ‘Working late.’, ‘Sleeping in the trailer’, ‘At the gym’. It was almost like he was avoiding me.  Before I told him that I loved him we would always talk, if it was through texts, calls, or in person. No matter what he was working. It was like telling him was a big mistake. I asked Harrison once this about it but the rest of the time he’s also been MIA  as well.

“Haz, hey can I ask a simple question?” I ask him when I see him eating some chips one afternoon.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Is Tom avoiding me. I know I sound like a baby but. I’ve barely seen nor talked to him this week.” I ask while grabbing some of his chips.

“Gem, he’s been really busy with filming this week. Like barely any breaks. Like Friday is one of his only days off. Talk with him then.”  He suggests like it nothing

.“Okay I guess I can try.” I tell him. I just hope he really has been busy and doesn't regret telling me he loves me.

“Tessa, stop. I didn’t need all my face cleaned sweet girl.” I laugh while trying to get her from licking my face.  God if anything ever happens where I don’t talk to Tom anymore. I’m so claiming Tessa, she is the perfect dog ever.

“I guess she really thought you needed a bath.” Tom says casually as he walks down the stairs into living room in nothing but sweats. Yes, Tom please kill me with your good looks.

“Look Tess there's daddy go clean him. Maybe he needs a bath.” I laugh. He kinda laughs, like a little chuckle. 

“Nah, I don’t need a bath right now. Gemma, can we can talk?” He asks once he finally gets Tessa off of him.

“Sure. What’s up?” I answer sitting up on the couch so he can join me.

“So, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we should forget what happen last week since it really didn’t mean anything and so it doesn't affect us as friends.” He says after being quiet for a few minutes once he sat down. 

“Um, It didn’t mean anything?” I question looking at him as if he had just grown two more heads.

“Yeah, I mean we kissed, we said some things. But I think it was a mistake and we really didn’t think it through.”

“I’m sorry. You kissed me, you told me you loved me, after you got jealous because you thought I loved Harrison. If you didn’t mean any of it, then why did you do it?” I snap at him. How was it a mistake, why would you ever tell someone you love them and then say it was a mistake.

“I never said I didn’t mean what I said. I just said that it was a mistake.”

“What does that even mean Tom. Was the kiss a mistake? What was the mistake?”

 “Gemma, it’s not that easy to -.”He starts to say but I cut him off.

“Tom, If you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel nothing between us, then I’ll stop and leave this alone. I’ll leave all this alone and we can move on like nothing ever happened. I’ll even move out if that’s what you want.  But I need you to tell me that you don’t feel anything between us, nothing all all.” I tell him. He just stares into my eyes for a few second not saying anything. That’s when Harrison walks in.

“Oh, did I just interrupt something important here?” He asks after notching the tension between Tom and I.

“No, It’s fine. I got the answer I needed. Goodbye Tom.” I answer while standing up and walking over to the door to grab my flats and car keys.I can’t believe I ever thought that Tom would like me more than a friend. I thought after last week that everything was perfect, Tom kissed me, he told me he loved me. I thought my life was on the right track. Then he goes and tells me that it was all a mistake. I love Tom, I’m in love with him, and I would do anything to be with him, but i can’t explain to me his feelings then I don’t want to be there anymore. I can’t stay in a place where the man I love lives.

“So, he said it all was a mistake. Like what does that even mean?” Jacob asks me. I came into work to gossip and ask them their opinions on what I should do. Luckily Molly offered to let me stay the night at her house while I gather my thoughts through all of this.

“I got no idea. That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out myself. But it just sucks cause this is going to change everything between us.” I tell them while looking at my nails.

“Maybe, Tom really does want to be with you but he’s afraid of what will happen once the fans know.” Lila said. She is the newest employee we just got 3 weeks ago. She still finds it crazy that I know Spider-Man.

“His fans already know who I am, they actually want us to date. So that can’t be it.” I reply. It’s actually kinda funny, because not only does his fans want us together but his family wants us together as well.

“Look at this , Gemma. It’s Tom’s baby blanket. God, I remember when this would cover his whole body.” Nikki, Tom’s mum told me. We were in their attic doing a little bit of spring cleaning which basically turned into looking through all of her sons baby boxes.

 “Now it will only over his legs.” I laugh while refolding Sam and Harry’s old baby onesie that we found. 

“When are you and Tom gonna give me grand-babies that I can give this stuff too.” She asks me.

“Nikki!” I gasp. “We aren’t ever dating. He doesn’t even like me like that.” I reply.

“Don’t lie. Tom loves you, like it’s kinda annoying not gonna lie. Plus his fans love you. If you would actually get on your social media you would see that they all think you both are cute together and should be a couple.” Harry says while walking up the attic stairs to come and join us.

 “That is true, the fans do love you, but I think we love you more. Maybe even more than Tom himself.” Nikki jokes.

“Yeah, but what am I gonna do. Tom never shows me anything that he wants to be in a relationship with me.” 

“That’s because he’s a div, honestly my brother is not the smartest lad there is.” Harry tells me.

“Harry, language.” Nikki warns, but Harry just laughs. “Tom will see that one day you both are meant to be.”

 “I hope.” I reply.

I decided that I’m gonna stay in a hotel for a few days until I can find a decent apartment for me to live in. Molly actually gave me great advice last night. To turn off my cell phone, to not answer any calls or text whatsoever and that today I should go over to the apartment and start packing some of my things. I believe that maybe in a few months we can try and be really great friends again but I know I can’t have a good relationship with him if I’m going to be scared of having any awkward run ins in the house. So it’s better if I move out for a little while. So at this very moment I am back in my bedroom trying to find my suitcases, I thought I left them in my closet but I guess not. Maybe Harrison would know, I can go to his room and ask. Once I walk out of my room I run into Tom who was heading into the kitchen. He looked like he hadn’t been to sleep at all last night. I can understand that.I expected him to just move and get out of my way but he hugs me. He just grabs me and hugs me like he hasn’t seen me for years

.“I was so worried. Haz and I have been calling you all night. We didn’t know where you were after you left. Then you wouldn’t answer. I thought you were dead.” He explains after he finally lets me go.

“I’m fine Tom. I just needed space.” I tell them while crossing my arms. “Actually I’m only back so I can pack up some of my stuff. Do you know where my suitcases are?’ I ask trying not to make full eye contact with him.

“What? No, you can’t leave. Look I need to explain why I said what I said last night.” He tries but I just roll my eyes and walk past him so I can head over to Harrison’s room.“Gemma, please. Let me explain.” I ignore him again and walk a little closer to Haz’s room.“I’m scared. Okay, I’m scared of losing you.” With that I stopped. I turn around and look him in the eye.

“No, you don’t get to just explain. Tom, I told you I loved you, you kissed me and told me that you loved me as well, then you just ignore me for a week straight then you tell me that it was all a mistake. How do you think that makes me feel. I love you and you broke my heart.” I snap at him

.“Two minutes, please Gemma. Give me two minutes to explain.” I just nod and sit down on the couch. “When I thought you said that you were in love with Harrison, it killed me. I have never wanted to kill my best friend more than I did right then. He was taking you from me. You, the person who I am so in love with. Then you told me that you loved me. God, I swear I seen stars and fireworks going off, so I kissed you. Then I told you I loved you as well. That was all the truth.  Then the next morning while I was in the gym I did a lot of thinking. I love you so much, but I also love our friendship so much as well and I don’t want to ruin that. So I made a decision that was stupid. I would ignore you, make you not want to like me like that. Not really thinking that it would affect our friendship. Last night I thought I would tell you it was a mistake so maybe we could forget about it and carry on with our friendship. Even though that would be the hardest thing to do because I love you so god dang much. Gemma, I’m not perfect, hell, I’m far from it. But there isn’t an ounce of me that isn’t sorry for hurting you because I really do love you. So all I’m asking is not for you to forgive me but to at least work with me so we can fix not only our friendship but hopefully our relationship.”  He really did hurt me,but honestly what he did isn’t as bad as some people’s relationships I guess.

 “Tom, I love you so much as well. So yes, I will work with you to fix this, because I want to be with you so god damn bad.” I reply smiling at him

.“Is it alright if I kiss you then?”He asks, I don’t say anything I just walk over to him and kiss him myself. Tom is the person I could see myself ending up with, he really is the love of my life. I get I’m only 22 but come on when you know, you know. 

“Jeez, I really do walk in on the wrong times, that or you guys need to get a room.” Harrison says after he walks in the front door with his gym bag, oh so I guess he wasn’t home. We both just flick him off and go back to kissing. So maybe, there is hope for us, or maybe there isn’t. Maybe we’ll stay together for the rest of our lives, or maybe we don’t. All I can wish for is that we will always be friends because this is one friendship I would hate to give up.

[missymariee]

5 Tasks - Tom Holland (College!AU)

A/N: I took so long to write this but finally finished yay! It’s for @notimeforthemessenger​ 500 followers writing challenge. Congrats on the followers Jess, you deserve them! (You can check out the other submissions for her writing challenge here)

Explanation: This is slightly based off experiences I’ve had at bar crawls throughout my time at college. Basically, everyone gets a shirt with a couple of tasks listed on them that they can complete during the bar crawl. Normally, they have like 7-10 task but for this I narrowed it down to 5 tasks and I wrote this in order of the tasks that are on the reader’s shirt.

1.  Get someone’s number

Tonight, was the night of the highly anticipated Christmas bar crawl. Pretty much everyone from your college had signed up, including you. Your friend had convinced you to go saying that it was one of those college experiences you simply had to have. So there you were, at the first bar of the event wearing the cheesy T-Shirt they provided with a glittery red Santa Claus hat sitting on top of your head. It hadn’t taken long for your friend to be approached by an attractive blue-eyed guy asking to buy her a drink. She shot you an ‘are you gonna be okay?’ look and you nodded to say that she should go with that guy. They leave as he leads her towards the crowded bar leaving you and the guy’s friend awkwardly standing across from each other. The cute boy standing in front of you had curly hair and eyes that were locked in on you. You send him a shy smile and he sticks his hand out.

“I’m Tom, my mate is the guy who just whisked your friend off” you laugh and shake his hand.

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you”

“You too love. So, how do you feel about partnering up with me to get those tasks done”

“I actually haven’t read what they are” you admit with a shrug and Tom waves it off.

“No worries, turn around and I’ll read out the first one.” You turn around and move your hair from your back to let Tom read the first task.

“Get someone’s number” he reads out and you turn back around. “Seems easy enough.”

“Totally. So, should we…” you trail off while taking your phone out of your purse to then extend your arm towards Tom.

“Oh, yeah.” He takes your phone from your hands, digs in his pockets to find his and hands it over to you. You each put in your numbers into the other’s phone and then hand the respective phones back. “Task #1 is done” he states and you nod.

“Perfect. So, what’s the next one?”

2. Swap a piece of clothing

“Right, so what do you want to swap?” you ask looking him up and down, trying to figure out the least weird thing of his to wear.

“You can take my bandana and I’ll take your hat” he suggests.

“Do those even count?”

“Yeah of course. They’re part of our outfits so it’s fine” he chuckles and unwraps the Christmas printed bandana from his head. You take the glittery red Santa off and hand it to Tom who happily plops it on his head.

“How do I look?” he asks and strikes a pose.

“Very fabulous” you stifle a laugh at his ridiculous pose.

“Why thank you darling” he replies with a cheeky grin. You start to wrap his bandana around your forehead and reach to the back of your head to attempt tying it.

“D’you need help love?” Tom questions while you struggle to tie the bandana.

“Yes please” you turn around and he easily ties it so that it was nice and snug but no too tight. You turn back to face him and move a few wisps of hair away from your eyes.

“How is it that my bandana looks better on you?” he asks with a cheeky grin and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah right” you snort, knowing that your hair had probably already been messed up by the foreign piece of fabric wrapped around your head.

“I swear it does, let me prove it.” He pulls his phone out and snaps a quick picture. “See, I told you so” he turns his phone so you can see the picture and you shrug. He was right, the photo actually look quite cute.

“Okay fine, so it doesn’t look as awful as I though it did”

“What can I say, I have impeccable style” he replies making you smile widely. “Yes! I got a genuine smile out of you” you playfully slap his chest still grinning.

“And I’ll keep smiling, if you buy me another drink” you retort, your smile turning into a smirk as he agrees. He promptly returns from the bar and hands you your drink.

“Onto the next task” he says excitedly and you swivel to let him read the next activity.

3. Do a famous dance move

“This one is going to be fun” he grins and you shake your head.

“I strongly disagree. Dancing is so not my forte”

“I’m sure you’re a great dancer” you give him a pointed look and he sighs. “C’mon Y/N, let’s do something crazy”

“Can’t we just dab like everyone else?” you ask hopefully but he shakes his head.

“No, we have to do something different and memorable” he pauses for a second before his eyes light up and his lips turn up into a mischievous smile “I know! Let’s do Dirty Dancing.”

“No. No way in hell am I launching myself at you like that”

“Come one, it’ll be so cool! And I promise I won’t drop you” Tom’s eyes widen and his bottom lip sticks up a bit more to give you his puppy dog face. You look at him for a few seconds before groaning and giving in.

“Okay, okay fine. We can do the Dirty Dancing lift” Tom grins and pumps his fist in the air.

After a few minutes of ‘practicing’, Tom goes up to the DJ booth and requests the song so you can accurately recreate the lift. You see the DJ laughing at Tom’s request but they bump fists, leading you to believe that he was going to play the song. Tom returns to you with a triumphant grin on his face. A few seconds later the song starts to play over the large speakers and some people recognize it so they keep dancing. Not long after, that part in the song is approaching so you and Tom clear space on the dance floor and go on opposite ends.

‘You ready?’ he mouths to you and you nod, slightly unsure but also seriously hoping for him to catch you. You start to run, your feet going faster the closer you got to Tom and then you launch yourself into the air. Tom grabs you and lifts you above his head to then turn around slowly, just like in the movie. Party goers all over in the bar start to cheer loudly and he puts you back on the ground. You wrap your arms around his neck, your heart still pounding from the adrenaline of jumping into the air and being spun ‘round.

“Oh my gosh, we actually did it!”

“I told you I’d catch you” he smirks and you laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” you playfully shove him, bumping your shoulder into his. “So, Mr. Talented dancer, care to get a celebratory shot?”

“Lead the way.”  

4. Propose to someone

After a few more drinks, Tom finally reads out the fourth task and you smirk, a plan already forming in your head. You turn back around to face him, take the elastic hairband off your wrist and place it in his palm.  

“You want me to propose to you with an elastic hairband?” he cocks an eyebrow up and you roll your eyes.  

“Well you don’t happen to have a diamond ring in your pocket, now do you?” you retort and he shakes his head. “That’s what I thought. Okay, so get down on one knee and profess your love to me” you order and he laughs but stops when he sees the expectant look on your face.

“Oh, you’re serious?”

“Of course, the task is to propose to someone, so propose to me Tommy.”

“As you wish darling.” He smiles, gets down on one knee and sends you a wink before going into his proposal. “Y/N, since the moment we met I felt a connection with you. We’ve only known each other for short while but we’ve already gone through so much together. I can tell from the tasks we’ve completed that you’re the person I want by my side for everything else life has to offer. I want you to be my partner in crime for the rest of time. It’s not only because you’re adorable but I love how you laugh at my jokes and go along with my crazy ideas, like our Dirty Dancing lift. I can tell that you’re that one person that’ll always make life feel like an adventure. So, Y/N will you make me the happiest man at this pub crawl and marry me?” He extends his hand and presents you the twisted-up hair elastic.

You shout an enthusiastic “Yes!” and jump into his arms after he slides the ring – your hair elastic – onto your ring finger.

“She said yes!” he shouts and everyone in the bar applauds. You let go of Tom and place both feet firmly back onto the bar’s dirty floor.

“That was a really cute speech. You’re going to make some girl very happy one day” you say wistfully, thinking for a second that maybe that girl could be you. That thought disappears as quickly as it popped into your mind as you shake your head.

“Honestly, I don’t know if marriage is for me. Like, what if I never find ‘the one’”

“Oh please, between the both of us you’re definitely the person who’s going to find ‘the one’. Trust me Tom, any girl would be lucky to be with you.” You give him a reassuring smile but he looks down at the ground, doubting that you were right. He pushes his feelings of doubt to the side and focuses back on you.

“One last shot before task #5?”

“Let’s do it” you grab onto his arm as he navigates this way over to the bar and orders two tequila shots.

5. Kiss a stranger.

“So, partner what’s the last challenge?” you ask, your words slightly slurring together. You turn around so Tom can take a look at the back of your shirt once again.

“Kiss a stranger” he says nonchalantly and you cough awkwardly.

“W-what?” You suddenly felt a whole lot more sober than you did a few seconds ago.

“The last task is to kiss a stranger” he repeats himself and you feel your face heating up. Kissing strangers wasn’t the most appealing thing to do in your mind and if you were honest the only person you wanted to kiss tonight was your curly headed partner in crime.

“We could just pretend we did that and check it off?” you suggest, and he gasps dramatically.

“But, Y/N that would be cheating!” you chuckle awkwardly and start to fiddle with the hair elastic still on your ring finger.

“R-right” you stutter a bit, your nerves starting to show up again. Tom’s eyes soften as he notices your anxious state.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to”

“No, no. It’s okay, I can do it,” you gulp and start to look around at the boys in the crowded bar. “I guess we have to find some strangers to kiss then.”

“Technically you and I are strangers…” Tom trails off and his eyes timidly shift to look into yours.

“Hm?” you manage to squeak out as Tom starts to close the distance between bodies.

“Well, we only met tonight and I don’t your last name. I say that qualifies us as strangers” he takes another step, leaving only a few inches of space between you and him.

“Makes sense” you reply so quietly that only Tom could hear. Your heartbeat quickens as Tom closes the distance between you two. His soft lips press onto yours and you start kissing him back. You weren’t sure how long you two had been kissing for, it felt like forever – in a good way – and the slight haze in your brain from the alcohol wasn’t helpful to determine time. You kept kissing Tom until your lungs felt like they were on fire. You pull away from him to catch your breath and smile when you see his flushed cheeks. It was clear that you both felt something during that kiss, something indescribable.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks and you nod quickly. You both head out of the bar and start to walk down the street to find a taxi. You easily find one and hop into it, giving your address as Tom mentioned that his friend and yours were probably at his apartment. The cab drives off and you lean your head against the cool seat. You slightly turn your head to look at Tom and he smiles contently at you.  

“I had my doubts about tonight, but I actually had a lot of fun” you murmur, not taking your eyes off the curly headed boy next to you. Tom takes your hand into his and gives it a light squeeze.

“Me too darling.”

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Domino Effect | Tom Holland x Reader

This is a couple of writing challenges rolled into one, since I’m too busy with school lately to be able to write both separately! It took me an ample amount of time to write this but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out! And congrats to the both of you, even though I’m a little late to the party!🎉 (↓)

Prompts: 

@notimeforthemessenger - “If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing between us, then I’ll stop and leave this alone.” 

@starksparker - “We broke up.”

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Slight bit of angst, but not a lot

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D O M I N O  E F F E C T :

“Tom, I’m going to Brandon’s!” you call out after searching and being unable to find him. There was a thump and then footsteps as Tom stumbled out of his bedroom and looked at you with bleary, tired eyes. You felt a twinge of guilt; he must’ve been sleeping under that mess of blankets you’d skipped over.

“What?” he drawled, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m going to Brandon’s,” you informed him, more quiet this time. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m glad you told me. Do you need a ride?”

“He’s picking me up, but thank you. You can go back to sleep.” Tom nodded and stumbled over to you, sloppily kissing your cheek (almost missing completely and kissing the air) and wrapping you in a warm hug. You giggled into his bare shoulder. “Sleep, Tom. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.”

“A’right,” he slurred. He pulled back and looked at you a little more seriously. “Call if you need me.”

“I will,” you replied and kissed his cheek before gently pushing him back. “Goodnight, Tom. Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/N/N.” He smiled and found his way back to his bedroom just as you walked out. Brandon was already there by the time you made it down, patiently awaiting your presence. You hurried in the car and greeted him with a short kiss.

“What took you so long?” Brandon laughed as he started driving. “You’re wearing pajamas, so it’s not like you were putting makeup on.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned at his blatant remark. “I couldn’t find Tom to tell him where I was going so it took a bit longer to get the message across.”

Brandon’s smile fell. “I see,” he said after a pause. “You couldn’t have texted him?”

You frowned. “I could have, but he likes it better if he hears it directly from me.”

“Isn’t a text from you still direct?”

“You know just as well as me that texting is not the same as in-person communication,” you said in a tone that made your boyfriend fall silent until you got into his apartment. When he dropped his keys on the table and removed his shoes and he still hadn’t spoken to you, you decided to confront him. “What’s bothering you?”

He shook his head and licked his lips, placing his hands on the kitchen counter and refusing to look you in the eye. “I just don’t see why he always needs to know where you’re at.”

You paused before speaking, trying to read his stony expression. “He’s been my best friend ever since I can remember. I guess it’s just habit. We both feel better if we know where the other’s at in case of emergency, especially when we became roommates.” He visibly bit his tongue as if to hold back and you narrowed your eyes. “What’s up, Brandon?”

He struggled for a moment. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit,” you called, stepping closer. When you reached for his hand he finally snapped, stepping back to meet your eyes with an icy glare.

“Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s your boyfriend.”

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

He tugged on his hair, humorlessly laughing. “What do you mean, ‘what’? Ever since I’ve met you, I’ve been on the back burner. I’ve never been your first—your first choice, your first thought in the morning, or even your last one at night. I always come after him, and I’m getting sick of it.”

Your jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”

“No, I just thought it’d be fun to pick a fight,” he rattled off. “Of course, I’m serious!”

“You’re my boyfriend, Brandon!” you exclaimed.

“Are you sure?”

You choked out a disbelieving laugh. “What do you mean, am I sure? I kind of thought it was obvious when I agreed to be your girlfriend a year and a half ago.”

“Yet, for some reason,” he said lowly, “it doesn’t feel like you’ve ever been my girlfriend.”

You shook your head, unable to keep arguing when you didn’t know where he was coming from. “Explain it to me then, Brandon. Please tell me what makes you think this is worth fighting about.”

“You really don’t see it?” he breathed. Brandon took a step forward, close enough for you to see his frustration but leaving just enough room to ensure you were beyond arm’s length.

“Why else would I be asking you to explain it to me?” you asked.

He huffed. “Okay, let’s take it back to when I first came over to meet your ‘best friend’. Remember that night?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing what he wanted you to do. “I invited you over for supper, Tom was helping me cook and we ended up burning it so we ordered pizza instead, you came, I introduced you, we talked for a long time then decided to watch a movie, and I accidentally fell asleep in the middle of it. What’s your point?”

“You left out the most important parts,” Brandon started, his voice dripping with irritation. “For one, you forgot to mention that you burned the food because you were too busy trying to teach Tom how to waltz.”

“And your problem with that is…?” you said, raising your brows.

“Let me finish,” he snapped harshly at you, and you were too taken aback at the way he spoke to you to interrupt him again. “You introduced me to Tom and then we talked, yes, but I think you stopped including me in the conversation after the tenth inside joke. And when you fell asleep, you fell asleep on his shoulder. Do you know how awkward that was?”

Your jaw clenched. “Look, I’m sorry you felt like you weren’t included. Tom and I are so used to only having each other to talk to when we’re at home that we didn’t realize we were excluding you, and if he were here he’d apologize too. But,” you continued, a little irritated now, “just because my head lolled to the right instead of the left doesn’t mean Tom is my boyfriend and you’re not. You have no ground to stand here and tell me where my affections lie!”

“You really think that’s the only time something like that has happened?”

“Oh, so you have more?” you said. “Go on, please! I’d love to hear it!”

“Our first date as an official couple,” he rolled off. “You left in the middle of it because someone told you Tom was hurt.”

“He’d broken his nose!” you exclaimed exasperatedly. “He was in the hospital!”

“Exactly! He was already in the hospital, he was already being taken care of, so there was no reason you should’ve had to leave or even been informed until the night was over! But no, you were his emergency contact. Not his mother, not his father, not his brothers, but you.”

“So you’re mad because the person I live with has me as their emergency contact? That the person who could get to the hospital quicker than anyone else in case of an emergency is their best friend’s emergency contact?”

“That’s not the point, Y/N!” Brandon shouted. “The point is you’ve never taught me to dance, we’ve never burnt food because we were too caught up in each other, we hardly have any inside jokes, and you don’t ever fall asleep around me! The point is I once texted you that I’d had a bad day and instead of dropping everything and coming over like you constantly do for Tom, you decided to come a bit later since he’d just gotten back! The point is you thoughtlessly throw ‘I love you’s around all the time with him but never have you ever even thought about saying it to me!”

You were furious now, but that didn’t stop your slight guilt; you never meant to hurt Brandon or make him feel insignificant with Tom’s friendship, but that didn’t change the fact that you and Tom had been best friends for a countless number of years so of course your relationship was going to be further along than yours and Brandon’s.

“But you’re the one who takes me on dates, who says I look beautiful and pays the bill because you believe it’s rude to let the lady pay, who takes me home afterward, who kisses me goodnight, who I kiss back!” you shout, cheeks flushed and blood boiling.

“As if you don’t let Tom do the same thing behind my back!” Brandon bellowed, and it immediately felt like he’d punched you in the gut. Pleading neglection and arguing over whether or not you gave enough affection to Brandon was one thing. But being accused of cheating? That was a completely different thing. It was something you’d never, ever do. Something you’d never even think about doing.

Something that hurt worse than being punched in the gut.

Tears filled your eyes, and you steadied your voice before saying, “I think I should go.”

You watched as the reality of what Brandon had just said sink in; his shoulders slumped, his mouth closed, and his eyes softened. But it was too late.

“Y/N, wait—I-I didn’t mean that-“

“It doesn’t matter, Brandon,” you said, grabbing your purse. “You can’t undo what you said no matter how hard you try. And now I’m going to leave because I can’t even think about straightening this out with you right now.”

Brandon looked pained as he reached for your hand. “Y/N, please-“

“No,” you interrupted, your tone a little sharper but tears forming at a rapid rate. “You can’t take it back. You can’t fix it—at least, not right now—so don’t try. It’ll only make things worse.”

“I’m sorry,” he said strained but pulled his arm back.

“Yeah,” you said in a low whisper as you opened his door. “Me too.”

The sound of the shutting wood echoed in your mind as you started your walk home with only the stars and click of your footsteps to accompany you. It was only when your tears made your vision too blurry to keep walking that you pulled out your phone and speed dialed the only person you could think of.

He picked up on the first ring.

“Darlin’?” he asked groggily. “You all right?”

“Tom?” you sniffled.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Where are you?” He sounded much more sober now than before.

“I’m-I’m somewhere between Brandon’s and home,” you choked out. “I don’t know—I-I can’t-“

“I’m on my way, love. Hold on, okay? I’ll be there soon.” As he spoke you could hear the familiar jangle of his keys in the background.

“Okay,” you whispered. The call ended and you sank onto a bench while you waited. You tried to hold back your tears the best you could, not wanting to attract any more attention to yourself than you already had. Lucky for you the few people passing by simply ducked their heads and kept walking.

True to his word, Tom’s car pulled up a few short minutes later. Almost as soon as it stopped he was beelining it to you, doing a quick once over before kissing your forehead and carefully leading you to the car. You appreciated the fact that he didn’t say anything, sensing that you weren’t ready to talk about it quite yet. But he did hold your hand the whole way home, occasionally letting go only to wipe one of the recurring tears off your cheek.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when you finally made it home. “Tom?” you said, your voice hoarse. His head whipped toward you and he temporarily abandoned the task of unlocking the apartment door. You were sure your eyes showed confusion and slight surprise as you finally registered what happened and choked out, “I...I think we broke up.”

And then the real crying started. Not the small sniffles and trickle of tears that could be handled with a dainty handkerchief, but the big ugly cries with fat drops of saltwater that stained your face as they ran down—the kind that took an entire tissue box, a cup of hot tea, and a pint of ice cream to fix.

“Y/N…” Tom’s voice was full of sympathy, and if you weren’t squeezing his hand so tightly he would have already had you in his arms. He knew the drill, knew what the breakup remedy consisted of, but if the aching of his heart meant anything, this was far worse than any highschool heartbreak. “Let’s get you inside, okay, love?”

Tom led you to the couch when the door unlocked and sat you down, gently peeling your hand from his and padding to the kitchen to gather supplies. You curled up into the nearest blanket, hugging a throw pillow to your chest. You could tell that the blanket had been recently used by Tom, as the faint scent of his cologne and leftover warmth were invading your senses, making you long for one thing and one thing only.

Pretty soon your equally determined and worried best friend came marching back into the room with tissues, a steaming cup of tea, your favorite ice cream, and another blanket. Your heart warmed at the gesture, bringing on more tears—something Tom didn’t look at all pleased by.

“Did I do something wrong, darling? Did you want something else? Oh, right! You’ll need a spoon! I’m such a div! Let me go get that for you real quick,” he rambled, almost tripping over himself as he spun around to go back to the kitchen, but you reached out and grabbed his sleeve before he could.

“Tommy,” you sniffled, eyes still flooding over, “I just want you.”

“Oh,” he said, frozen in surprise. Then as quickly as he’d stopped he moved again, sitting beside you and dragging you halfway onto his lap. You buried your head in Tom’s shoulder as his strong arms held you close, gently rocking you back and forth. “I can do that,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. You clutched him tighter.

“Tom?” you whispered a bit later, after your tears had stopped, the ice cream was gone, and there was only one tissue left.  

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you. For putting up with this.”

“You don’t need to thank me, darling.”

You sighed, moving from your spot on his chest to slide back onto the couch cushions. You wanted to tell him that yes, you did need to thank him, that, yes, what he did—what he’s done—for you deserves a thank you.

“Y/N?” Tom asked confused, pausing whatever show you were supposed to be watching. “Love, what’s going on?”

You silently picked at a loose thread on the sofa, plucking and twisting until it eventually unraveled and floated to the carpet below. “I do need to thank you, Tom. And for more than just this. I don’t know how many times you’ve set everything aside just to make me feel better, even if it’s only for a mere second. I just...I don’t understand why you keep with me when things like this happen. I feel like there’s better people out there to take my place.”

Because you were refusing to look him in the eyes, you couldn’t see his frown as he immediately shot your worry down. “Love, I don’t know if you realize this, but that’s kind of what friendship is—putting your own wants and needs aside to make them smile, if only for a moment. You’ve done it for me countless times. It’s not about keeping track or calculating who deserves what, it’s about being there throughout the good and the bad.”

“But-“

“Look at me, Y/N.” You swallowed and tried to get your head to turn, but it wasn’t obeying. Eventually Tom sighed and put two fingers under your chin, tipping it up until deep brown eyes circled into your vision. “I’m here because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be—not out partying with friends, not reading over a script, not in my bed sleeping. I want to be here because it kills me to see you crying over some douche who doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at that declaration; you hadn’t even told him about what happened yet, but he’d already taken your side—just as he always would. “Okay?”

You bit your lip, now unable to look away from those all too familiar orbs. Tom broke eye contact only to spy a leftover tear and ever so slowly brush it off. The atmosphere seemed to change between you then, the air going from cool and light to warm and dense. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, just...different.

Tom took back the fingers still underneath your chin and concentrated them on tucking a stray hair behind your ear, then on tracing your brows back in place, then on removing any stains from your cheeks—all mindless tasks that somehow made your airflow catch mid-breath, that made your heart work faster to pump blood to your flushed cheeks and fuzzy brain.

It wasn’t until you could feel Tom’s breath on your lips that you realized how close he was. His eyes dragged back to yours, big and dark and yearning. You wetted your lips when you realized he was still waiting on you to say something, and you would be lying if you said the shakiness of your whisper wasn’t partially due to Tom eyeing your mouth.

“Okay.”

He looked back up. You swallowed hard as he traced your features, eventually stopping at your lips. You couldn’t breathe as his eyes met yours.

“Y/N-“

Your phone rang, dissaperating whatever atmosphere you’d created. You jumped apart like you’d been caught stealing a piece of candy as you scrambled to stop the sound. Your heart sank when you saw who was calling, but you knew you’d have to face it eventually, and the sooner the better.

“I-I better take this,” you told Tom, wishing he’d tell you not to answer, to beg you to stay. But he only nodded, a blank look on his face. You slowly pressed the green button, giving Tom time to change his mind.

He didn’t.

“Y/N?” came the other end of the line.

You pursed your lips and walked out of the room, frustrated and painfully disappointed. You had no idea what you’d wanted to happen back there, but the current outcome was definitely not it. Had Tom been about to kiss you? Had your best friend been about to change your entire relationship?

It came to you then: Tom hadn’t done anything to make you realize your feelings for him. Brandon had.

You swallowed. “What do you need, Brandon?” you spoke into the phone.

“I need to talk to you.”

Your head was already moving back and forth before he could finish. “I think I made it pretty clear that that won’t be happening.”

“Please,” he begged. “I’m right outside your building. We need to talk this out.”

“Actually,” you calmly corrected, “I don’t need to do anything.”

He sighed, and it hurt your heart to hear that same disappointment from him when you felt it as well but for completely different reasons.

Had you wanted Tom to kiss you? You thought about it. It’d be lying if you said you weren’t wondering what it’d be like, but it wouldn’t be completely truthful if you said you’d wanted him to. You were still someone else’s girlfriend, after all, and you meant what you told Brandon—that you’d never cheat. You weren’t a cheater, and you refused to become one, not even for your best friend; the subsequent guilt would hang over you for the rest of your life like some inescapable storm cloud.

This brought you to the conclusion that, yes, your feelings for Tom were way more than what a best friend’s should be, but, no, you didn’t want him to kiss you. At least, not until it’d no longer be considered cheating.

“Please, Y/N,” Brandon pleaded with you. “I can’t leave us like this. I won’t leave us like this.”

You closed your eyes and breathed in and out, willing your mind and heart to come to a mutual decision. While one was being rational and telling you to go talk to your not-quite-ex-boyfriend, the other was reaching out for Tom, trying to move closer to the couch where he still sat.

“I’ll be out in a second,” you said after a minute of contemplation, deciding ultimately that nothing could be solved until you knew where you and Brandon stood. You had a feeling that after this you and Brandon would be no longer—which hurt, of course. It couldn’t not hurt after a two and a half year relationship. But, at the same time, you knew it’d never be the same with him again.

You hung up and you grabbed your key before exiting, not bothering to tell Tom where you were going; you were sure he’d been listening in, anyway. You took the stairs, trying to extend the time you had to get yourself in check as much as possible. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. You regretted not taking the elevator where you could have at least backed out at last second and gone back up to your floor. Now if you wanted to back out you’d either have to climb up the stairs or walk to the opposite end to get to the elevator, and you didn’t feel like doing either.

It’s now or never.

With that thought in mind, you wrapped your cardigan around you like a safety blanket and pushed the door open, stepping out into the cold air. It attacked your body heat immediately, making goosebumps rise from underneath your sleeves.

“Y/N…” You turned your head to see Brandon standing on the sidewalk, slowly moving toward you. You took a small step back as indication that you needed space, and luckily he understood. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“You said that before, Brandon, so if that’s all you dragged me out here to say then I think I’ll go back in where it’s warm and I don’t have anyone accusing me of cheating,” you said bitterly, anger now replacing your previous tears. You didn’t mean to be so harsh, especially when you had a good idea of how this would end, but you had a right to call him out.

His face fell and he made a move to reach for your hand, but you quickly reminded him of your boundaries by tucking it away. “Y/N, no, that’s not all. Please—please just hear me out. That’s all I ask.”

You hesitated, but what was the worst that could happen? You forgive each other and end on good terms? You refuse to make up and you end with leftover anger that will never be resolved? They were opposite ends of the spectrum—both extreme, one a little more desirable than the other. Either way you knew this had to end tonight, but hearing Brandon out could maybe change how it did.

“You have two minutes,” you sternly said. .

He started right away. “I didn’t mean it—what I said. And I know it doesn’t matter because I said it and that’s what counts, but I want you to know that there’s never been a moment where I didn’t trust you. Yeah, maybe I didn’t trust Tom sometimes, and maybe I didn’t trust myself to see any obvious signs, but never, not once, did I ever not trust you.”

Brandon took a cautious step closer and this time you didn’t move away when he reached for your hand. His hand was cold against yours, taking away whatever warmth you’d found from inside your pocket; you almost flinched until you realized that could be taken the wrong way.

“Y/N, I don’t want to lose you. You’re everything to me,” Brandon continued, his blue eyes glistening in the moonlight. “And I understand if you can never forgive me after what I said and did, but I also understand that if you’ll have me there’s no removing your best friend from the picture. And I respect that. Tom seems like a good guy, he really does. I just get insecure when I see the way you interact with him, and...and sometimes I wondered if you’d ever interact that way with me—all careless and free. Those were the times I doubted us—where I doubted that we were right for each other. But then I took one look at you and knew that you were the only one I’d ever want, and all those doubts faded away. I love you, Y/N, and I’ll fight for you if I have to.”

This time you did flinch, his declaration of love being too much for you to take. Your heart wasn’t skipping beats and you didn’t feel warm and fuzzy at his words—something that scared you more than it should have.

You looked down at your conjoined hands and gently pulled yours away, leaving his to hang back by his side. You bit your tongue as you waited for the right words to come.

“Brandon...it was good. We were good,” you eventually said, your voice barely audible. “But that’s it. We were good—not great, not perfect, and-and most certainly not in love.”

“But I do,” Brandon argued. “I love you-“

“And I don’t doubt that,” you interrupted, looking back up into his confused gaze. You smiled sadly, tracing his jaw. “I love you, Brandon. I do. But being in love is something different entirely. It’s about meaningless calls at 2am asking what you had for dinner; it’s about having them on the forefront of your mind every day and every night; it’s about listening to the radio and being happy for the rest of the day no matter what happens because it was your song.”

“Y/N…” Brandon whispered, obviously sensing where this was heading. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried your best to ignore the sight of him falling apart. “Y/N, please don’t do this. We can work this out, baby, please.”

“I’m not saying we couldn’t,” you admitted, biting your lip at the thought of what you’d have to confess to him now. There was no withholding it or putting it off; you had to tell him. “But this isn’t about that. You made me realize something tonight, Brandon, and no matter how you take it I want you to know that you couldn’t have treated me any better.”

His jaw opened and shut many times, his brows crinkled in confusion at your vague statement. You could see the fight or flight in him; his fists were curled up and flexing, but there was doubt and hesitation in his eyes as he wondered if he really wanted to hear what you had to say.

“It’s Tom, Brandon,” you whispered so softly that it could have been mistaken for the wind. But he heard.

He stopped all movement, literally freezing in place. There was no emotion yet: no sadness, no anger, no hurt. You couldn’t decide if that was good or bad.

“All of the things you listed tonight—I’d written them off. But you’re right; I’ve never taught you how to dance, and we’ve never been so into each other that we forgot what was going on around us. We haven’t exchanged ‘I love you’s even after two and a half years, and I put Tom ahead of you all the time whether I mean to or not.”

He blinked now. Once, twice, then a jaw twitch as if he wanted to say something but the words dissolved before he could get them out. His fists were unraveled now, his fingers hanging limply from his palm. His eyes still held no emotion, and that unnerved you. The worst you’d ever seen him was when you fought earlier, but you somehow doubted that that was his worst—his all-time low. And that was another problem. If you hadn’t seen him at his worst and vice versa, then what made you think you could keep the relationship going?

“It’s not you, Brandon,” you quietly assured him, your voice shaky. “You are such a good guy, and believe it or not this hurts me too. But we’re not right for each other—we never were—and I think we both knew that to a certain extent. We’ve dragged this out long enough, don’t you think?”

Suddenly all the fight seemed to come back to him, making him spring to life. Dread and determination were etched into Brandon’s face, hurt laying obviously beneath it. Your heart squeezed as his hands rested on your shoulders and his eyes looked into yours like they were his sole dependent.

“No,” he choked out, and a tear dropped from your eye as you heard the crack in his voice. “No, I’m not giving up that easily.”

“Brandon-“ you whispered, holding back a sob.

“If you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel nothing between us then I’ll stop and leave this alone.”

You took a breath, feeling your lungs sharply contract at the frosty air. A couple more tears fell as you slowly began to shake your head, thinking about how his confession of love hadn’t made you feel warm or safe or complete, like that’s where you were meant to be. It had made you want to run, and that alone was the only thing you needed to know at this very moment.

“I-I can’t. But what I can say is that I don’t love you in that way, and I don’t think I ever will. It’s unfair to you to keep this relationship going when my heart belongs to another,” you admitted truthfully, placing one hand awkwardly on his. “Someone will love you, Brandon, but that someone isn’t me.”

He deflated, his hands dropping from your shoulders. It hurt until you saw in his eyes that he agreed with you, even if he hadn’t fully recognized that yet. But he would, and that was what made you press a gentle kiss to his cheek and finally walk back to your door. You turned and gave him one last heartfelt smile.

“Goodbye, Brandon.”

And with that you slipped back into the warmth of your apartment building, slumping against the door to allow yourself a few seconds to process everything. Soon enough you straightened and walked to the elevator, knowing that the stairs would take more time and energy than you were willing to give. You unlocked the door when you got it and touched the knob before realizing another problem awaited inside: Tom.

At the thought of him your heart began to run wild and a burst of adrenaline pumped its way through your bloodstream. Your stomach fluttered as its butterflies took flight and you genuinely smiled at the feeling, knowing that you’d made the right decision for everyone involved.

Now to follow up on that decision. After all, the choices you made didn’t stop effecting the one come next, not even after the last domino fell; no, that last domino simply just started another line. And this—this was your new line. You were sure of it.

Domino effect: the cumulative effect produced when one event sets off a chain of similar events.

You pushed open the door. “Tom? You in here?” you asked, ignoring the rawness of your voice. You got no answer for a good minute, so you asked again, louder this time. You heard his footsteps as he shuffled out of his room, his eyes red and bleary from either tears or lack of sleep—or both.

“What?” Tom said bitterly. “Here to tell me that you and Brandon talked it out? To tell me that you’re giving him a second chance? Great, good for you. Really, I’m happy for you. Now I’m going back to bed, so-“

“Tom,” you gently murmured, stepping forward and cupping his cheek with your chilled hand. He stilled at your smile, giving you a dazed look. Right before you pressed your lips to his, you told him, “Tell me to stop.”

He didn’t.

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[pikemoreno]

Friends Don’t Lie

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (platonic, unless you want to read into it, which you can)

Prompt: “Are we back in middle school? Stop hiding things and tell me already!”

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none, it’s just some fluff then a large amount of angst then some fluff

A/N: This is for @notimeforthemessenger‘s 500 follower writing challenge. Congrats bean!

And yes, the title is indeed a Stranger Things reference.

Not terribly happy with how I ended this, but don’t let that influence your opinion

You scrunched up your nose as you scanned the trays of sub-par food from the counter; the sandwiches looked like they were from the lunch three days ago and the apples were more than a little bruised. But with a sigh of defeat, you picked one up anyway and trudged over to your lunch table.

“At least they didn’t mess up the bag of Lay’s,” you thought with a humorless laugh as you sat down, taking a moment to grin at the two boys in front of you before poking at the sandwich, half-convinced that it would come alive under your finger.

“Why would you do that to yourself?” Ned questioned, eyeing the meal with a similar expression to yours.

“I didn’t do it willingly. Forgot my lunch on the counter this morning,” you mumbled, eventually giving up on attempting to eat the meal and pushing the tray away, keeping only the small bag of chips in front of you. Peter slid a half of his sandwich over to you and you grinned at him with a very real, truly grateful “thanks.” As you finally focused on them instead of your lackluster dining arrangement you noticed everything: the slumped shoulders, the bags under their eyes, and overall, just a vibe of absolute exhaustion. They definitely hadn’t looked like that when you left Peter’s place at 10:00 last night, so you decided to do a little prodding.

“So, what did you guys get up to after I left last night?” you asked after you swallowed the last bit of your sandwich half.

“Nothing!” they defended themselves at once, sharp and panicked. You jumped back a bit.

“That doesn’t sound weird at all,” you mocked, starting on your chips.

Ned started with a gulp, looking at Peter for confirmation as he spoke, “We… Finished the Lego Star Destroyer.” Peter nodded in agreement, both of them smiling.

“That’s funny,” you began, “I could’ve sworn you told me you finished that on Monday, Peter.” The smiles dropped from their faces.

“Did we?” Ned asked between gritted teeth, looking at Peter. Peter stared back for a minute, biting his lip.

“Oh,” he put a hand on Ned’s shoulder, “Of course! We did finish it on Monday, but it fell off my dresser and broke and we fixed it last night.”

“I see,” you smirked into your chip bag, deciding not to bring up the fact that the Star Destroyer was not smashed in front of his dresser but was in one piece under his bed last night.

“Yep,” Peter said, eyes cast down at his hands. Probably feeling a little bad about lying to you, you figured, more than a little irritated. You got up quickly. You were not in the mood for this and didn’t want to snap at your best friends today.

“Alright, I’m gonna head to chemistry early to study. Peter, are you still coming over after school to help me with physics?”

“Yeah, yeah absolutely,” Peter looked up at you with apologetic eyes. You nodded and walked away without another word.

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, even in the past month there had been multiple instances. First, it had been you catching Peter running out from an alley when he was supposed to be at his Stark internship. Then it was him showing up to school with a black eye and a busted lip with both he and Ned seeming completely unconcerned. That’s not to mention the multiple instances of him cancelling plans last minute with absolutely terrible excuses. You were just about finished with him.

You made it a point to not interact with them for the entirety of your shared fifth period chem class. They didn’t mention it, pretending not to even notice it, but they sat at their shared table behind you, whispering about what to do. They couldn’t tell you, he decided. He didn’t need another person he cared about worrying about him. He was gonna have to be really careful from here on out.

That sense of carefulness lasted all of three hours because that evening, upon hearing about a burglary, he all but forgot about coming over to help you study and instead spent his Thursday night at the 16th Street Bank. You spent that time trying to study, you really did, but it’s hard to study on a broken heart and your best friend had just stomped on yours for the last time.

The next morning, eyes still puffy, you drove yourself to school, not wanting to risk seeing Peter on the bus. You took your lunch and hid outside to make sure he didn’t attempt to sit with you. In chemistry you sat on the opposite side of the room, coming in late and leaving immediately after so he wouldn’t ask questions.

You thought you were home free as you closed your locker, ready to leave for the day, until a bright voice spoke up behind you.

“Hey (Y/N), haven’t seen you all day. Are you ok?” He still hadn’t remembered.

You turned around, slamming your graded physics test against his chest. “No, I’m really not, Peter.” He stumbled backwards, grabbing the paper from your hands and seeing the big, red ‘F’ on it. It finally clicked. His eyes widened.

“I’m so sorry. I- I-“

“You what?” you crossed your arms, “Last chance to tell me why you’ve been so weird lately.”

“I can’t tell you.”

You snatched the test back from him and stomped off, leaving him heartbroken in your wake.

“Good,” you thought, “So was I.”

You managed two days of not seeing Peter, but on Monday night there was a knock on your window. You nearly jumped out of your desk chair and grabbed the cup of coffee next to you before slowly making your way to the window, hoping the boiling hot liquid could buy you a little time if needed. As you pulled back the curtain, your eyes widened at a very hurt Peter on your fire escape.

“Peter?” you exclaimed, setting the cup on your nightstand and throwing the window open.

“I know you’re mad at me, but you’ve got to help me, I didn’t know where else to go,” he said through pained breaths and a very bloody lip. All animosity was thrown aside in the sudden shock and you helped him through the window without another word. You left him sitting on your bed while you fetched the first aid kit and then sat down to fix what you could. The air was silent between you except for his occasional groans when you touched a particularly sore spot. He broke the silence when he saw tears sliding down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” he sat up straight and wrapped an arm around you a little too quickly, causing him to wince. You stood up and started pacing, the contact only making it worse.

“You have to tell me what’s going on, Peter. Where do you go? Who’s doing this to you?” you cried a little harder but felt the anger bubbling behind it.

“I already told you, I can’t tell you that.”

“Peter, you’re my best friend, I can’t just let this keep happening.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s fine.”

“No Peter, it’s not fine. Look at you! You’re obviously not fine. And I’m not fine. You’ve skipped out on me more times than I can count on one hand, one of which caused me to fail my physics test. You’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t want to stay friends with someone who’s ok with keeping secrets from me,” your voice continued to get louder with each sentence.

“I’m not ok with it, (Y/N). I want to tell you, but I can’t. I don’t want you to worry about me. I already have too many people worrying about me.”

“How many other people know?” you waited a beat and then added, “Ned knows doesn’t he? Why can’t I?”

“I already told you, I don’t want you worrying about me too!” his voice rose to match yours.

“Well I am worried, Peter! Are we back in middle school? Stop hiding things and tell me already!” you were yelling now.

“I’m Spiderman!” he yelled back, angrily. “There! Feel better? You know the secret that has been weighing on me and now you get that weight too!” He stared at his shoes, taking heavy breaths to calm down. You sat down next to him and placed a hand on top of his, the fight leaving you. You were grateful that he left his hand there, not ripping it away; you knew that you would have if the roles were reversed.

“I’m sorry,” your voice came out broken between small sniffles. You cleared your throat before starting again, “You weren’t doing it out of meanness; I don’t think you’re capable of that.” His hand turned over to hold yours, you could see him smile out of the corner of your eye. “And I knew that, but I felt like I was losing you and I just… Panicked. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Peter.”

“That’s my fault too. I put Spiderman above our friendship. I felt so awful and I wanted to explain it all and fix things but—”

“I know, I know,” you nodded, “You were trying to save me from the burden, but you shouldn’t have to bear it alone. I just should have handled it better”

“We both could have done a better job at that,” he responded. You gave his hand a squeeze and he squeezed back. There was a beat of silence. “It does feel good that you know now,” he grinned up at you, “Now I can tell you all the cool stuff I’ve been up to.” You laughed at the sudden change in mood.

“I wanna hear all about it.”

You two spent the next few hours lying on your bed, Peter recounting his entire journey as Spiderman and you couldn’t help but smile, incredibly proud of your best friend.

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[dropyourswordfanfic]

i was your girl - steve rogers

alternative ending

It was springtime and you were just about to leave for date night, when an unexpected visitor came barging through your door. It was your friend. Drunk as a dog.

"Hey," He slurred when he laid his eyes on you.

"Your drunk," you stated, really annoyed you rolled your eyes and tried to get him in your bed so he can sleep.

Laying water and Advil on the nightstand for when he wakes up. You sigh as you close the door disappointed in him, leaving for your date a few minutes late.

Meeting Steve at your usual place you apologize for being late. Telling him that your friend came over right before you left and let him stay over while you were going out. He seemed fine with this at first but as the date came to an end, something changed. When you reached your apartment Steve was hesitant to come in knowing who was on the other side of the door.

"It's alright to come in, he's sleeping we can do whatever we want," you pull him into the living area by his wrist.

"I don't know why you encourage his behavior (Y/N)," Steve said sitting on the couch next to you.

"I never EVER! Encourage his drinking Steve," you say taken back by his tone. “He was sober for almost two months but getting clean is hard! I will always be here for him, no matter what."

"Your loyalty is one of the reasons I fell for you," he breathed.

Silence came over the room as the two of you looked over one another. Right when you were about to kiss you here a loud thump from your bedroom.

"Aw shit," you mumble an inch from Steve's face.

"Let him figure it out for himself," he pulled you closer to him.

"Okay," you gave in letting him kiss you tenderly.

As your kissing intensified the door to your room swung open. Pulling away from his swollen pink lips looking in the direction of the sounds, you see your friend stumbling for the kitchen. As you started to get off the couch Steve pulled at your hand trying to bring you back to him.

Looking down at him you plead, "Just let me make sure he took the Advil i left him, okay," you kiss his forehead.

Heading toward the kitchen you hear your friend rifling through your pantry for something. Only stopping when you come within the vicinity of his presence.

"Hey gUrl!" he happily slurred dropping some food on the ground.

"Hey, how ya feeling?" you asked rubbing his back.

"Okay I GuEss," he hiccuped in your face.

"Alright buddy," you pushed him away, "lets brush your teeth."

"Your nice, and prEtty," he emphasized with another hiccup.

“Thank -" Steve interrupted your drunk conversation bursting into the kitchen.

"Enough chit chat," he rudely pushed past you. Looking furiously at your friend.

"HeY SteVe Buddy," your friend tried to go in for a hug. But Steve crossed his arms over his chest in a 'hell no' kind of stance.

“You need to stop coming over here whenever you decide to get drunk!” Steve poked at his chest.

“Steve,” you said disappointed.

“I juSt wanted to be SomeWhEre safe,” your friend hiccuped. You appreciated that he felt safe with you whenever he spiraled out of control.

“Why do you always have to be his safety net?” Steve didn’t understand.

“Because we’ve known each other since birth,” you answered head low.

Steve stopped, lowering his arms to the side. He somehow never knew this information. He felt like an idiot, “(Y/N) i’m sorry. I didn’t-” you interrupted him. Having enough of his shit.

“Steve, it’s okay.” your voice as light as possible, “you never asked. you just knew we were friends.”

“But it’s not okay,” he stepped toward you, “i’m your boyfriend and should really pay more attention to these things. You are the one i care about most.” He tried to touch his hands to your arms.

Backing away from him you had made a decision. “Steve,” you continued to speak softly, “i think we should break things off.” your voice cracked, silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

He wanted nothing but to comfort you. Except now the point was probably moote, “Why?” he tried to stay calm. Tried not to let his anger get the best of him.

“I know we both love each other. I know you care for me so much Steve. But I feel especially after tonight that,” you took a deep breath to calm your nerves, “that you just don’t want to know me.” a sob escaped your lips.

“That’s not true!” He tried to make you change your mind.

“I’m sorry Steve,” you turned towards your friend, “please leave.”

He didn’t want to give up on you but there was no point in continuing the conversation. at least not tonight.

“(Y/F/N) did you take the advil i left for you?” you asked your friend when you heard the front door shut.

“Yes,” his voice was calm, “did that just happen because of me?” he asked, slurring less.

“No sweetie. It was going to happen eventually,” you sighed. Your heart had a hole in it now. But you were in no rush to fill it.

[dropyourswordfanfic]

i was your girl - Steve Rogers

prequel

Song: When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars

Summary: You see him out on a date for the first time since you broke up.

Word Count: 1414

Warnings: angst, fighting, cursing

Walking along the sidewalk with your friend. Coffee in hand you laugh at how ridiculous he was being.

“I’m just saying,” he smiled at you, “like why do people have to ignore the fact that just a few years ago aliens, literally millions of aliens were trying to destroy us!”

“We don’t talk about it for that reason,” you giggled softly.

“But-but they exist…” he pouted.

You start hysterically laughing at how cute your friends obsession with aliens was. Always thinking he should be living among the stars and not down here on the ground. Going into your favorite bookshop you bump into a sturdy body.

“Oh I’m so sor-” you stop in your tracks looking at the person in front of you.

“It’s alright,” the familiar voice said not even looking at you.

Totally shocked your friend pushes you forward out of the doorway to let other people in.

“What is he doing here?” your friend whispers in your ear walking to the fantasy and sci/fi sections.

“I have no clue,” you said truthfully. The one time you took him here was when you needed to replace a book because the spine was so worn it couldn’t hold it’s own anymore. But the visit was so brief you didn’t think he remembered. This is what you get when you date a one hundred year old who never ages.

“Well if he’s going to start hanging out here we might have to find a new bookshop,” He exasperated looking through the bookshelves.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” you look up to sneak a peek at your ex. Seeing him with his arms around another made you want to cry. But you broke up six months ago, moving on was natural. Except for you moving on was so hard. You fucked up bad when you let him slip through your fingers.

Taking you out of thought you hear your friend calling your name.

“What?” you looked in your friend’s direction.

“You’ve been staring at him for like five minutes,” he shook your shoulder a little, “I’m surprised he didn’t feel your eyes on him.” he laughed.

“Shut up,” you pushed his chest playfully. But when you looked back across the store, he was looking at you with his stupid smile and his stupid, beautiful eyes..........

“Hey (YN),” Steve came up to you, “funny seeing you here.”

“Well this is our bookshop!” your friend inserted.

Awkwardly humming while the two argued about the bookshop. The girl you saw on Steve’s arm earlier walked over immediately stopping the fight.

“Oh and who is this bitch,” your friend was pissed.

“Hi, I’m Chloe,” she said much to energetic for you to bear.

“Steve, aren’t you gonna introduce us,” your friend kept talking for you.

“Only for (Y/N)’s sake,” Steve gritted between his teeth.

“I don’t need you to introduce me to anyone,” you spoke up, “especially if your only doing it for me.”

“Alright,” he softened. “(Y/N), this is Chloe,” gesturing to his new girlfriend, “and Chloe this is my friend (Y/N), and her dumb friend.” he finished.

“Oh okay buddy that’s how you wanna play it!” your friend raised his voice.

“Calm down,” you started rubbing his back in comfort, “he’s a worthle-”

“Here we go again,” Steve rolled his eyes interrupting you.

“What could I possibly be doing that is so wrong?” you defended yourself.

“You, and him,” Steve gestured to the two of you, “just always taking care of each other-,” you cut him off.

“There is nothing wrong with taking care of a friend. You are just jealous of our friendship and the fact that we would never have what I have with (Y/F/N)!” heads turning at your sudden outburst.

“If that’s what you think (Y/N),” Steve scoffed.

“Did i miss something?” poor clueless Chloe asked.

So your friend took Chloe to another part of the store to explain that you are Steve’s ex-girlfriend, not just a friend.

“So listen Chloe,” that was the last thing you heard.

Awkwardly standing with Steve made you think of how you could talk about anything with him. But that was the past.

“You look good,” Steve forced.

“Um, thanks,” you smile politely but uncomfortably.

“How have you been?” he put a hand on your shoulder letting you know he was sincere.

“Oh the usual, how has your life been going? Good I presume,” you gesture towards Chloe.

Steve blushes, “Yeah......,” he trailed off.

“Hey,” you snap your fingers in front of his face to get him to come out of whatever thought was going through his mind.

“Sorry,” he bit he lip looking down probably thinking you wouldn’t see the fire blush on his cheeks, but you did.

“It’s okay Steve, you don’t have to feel guilty for being seen on a date with your new girlfriend by your old girlfriend. Moving on is natural.” you put a hand on his shoulder letting him know that there are no hurt feelings. Well none that make you want to rip her hair out.

“it’s just.....” he sighed, but before he could finish talking Chloe barged right up to us looking angry.

“How dare you!” she said crossing her arms over her chest.

“What did I do?” Steve was shocked.

Chloe stood off to the side just staring into his soul.

“She’s talking about how you broke up with (Y/N) just because you didn’t like our friendship,” your friend stood close to Steve.

“Oh, you told her about that?” Steve looked uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I did.”

“And Steve,” Chloe spoke up, “don’t you ever do that kind of shit to me! Just don’t ever break up with me because of my friends. that’s stupid.”

“Well it was more than just because of my friend-” you started.

“Okay, you know what. You and I need to take this outside,” Steve directed to your friend totally ignoring the two of you.

“Me,” your friend pointed to himself looking around like he was in the wrong body.

“Yes, you,” Steve went over to him, “you scared?”

“Me, scared of you? I’ve seen your soft side. There’s nothing to worry about,” he said confidently.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” you whispered to Chloe.

Going outside the boys start going at each other, as you and Chloe just chat and get to know one another. At first it was just an argument. But things heated up pretty quickly.

“I wouldn’t have felt threatened in my relationship with (Y/N) if it wasn’t for the fact that you were always there!” Steve yelled.

“Okay dude, your relationship problems are not my fault,” your friend put his hands up in defense.

Chloe tapped you on the shoulder saying, “Um looks like it’s about to get physical, should we stop them?”

“No,” you sighed, “this has been a long time coming.”

Steve walked closer to your friend until he was right up in their face. “You really don’t wanna make me angry,” he said low.

“Well looks like I already did,” your friend stood his ground staring into Steve’s eyes.

“That’s it!” Steve pounced on your friend hitting him, punching his face.

“Told you,” your friend said trying to block swings.

“Told me what?” Steve looked confused.

“That you were angry,” your friend’s witty remark threw off Steve and was able to get away from him.

“You look terrible,” you touched your friend’s bruised face in concern.

“Ah,” he winced in pain, “I’ll be fine. It’s him that will never get over this.”

Looking up you see Steve going wild, punching the brick wall of the building leaving him bloody knuckles. After a few minutes, when Chloe started crying. You went over to him trying to get him to stop harming himself.

“STOP!” you screamed to get his attention.

“Holy shit,” he put his hands up to his ears for protection.

“Hey,” you widened your eyes looking at him seriously, “language.”

“You know,” he turned to look at you, “I’ve had a hard day, if I want to say bad words I’m going too.”

“I was just trying to get you to stop hurting yourself. Your girlfriend over there is kinda crying her eyes out because of your little tantrum.” you smirked.

“Whatever,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Excuse me!” your attitude could cut a bitch.

“Oh alright, I was trying to make you jealous! Get you back -” this made you furious.

“OH AND YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS THE WAY TO DO IT?” you screamed some more, not letting him finish.

“Um,” Steve mumbled.

“Oh it’s getting good now. Wish I had popcorn,” your friend said nudging Chloe in the side.

“SHUT UP!” You looked back at your friend.

“Aw shit,” He was taken aback.

“AS FOR YOU!” You poked Steve in the chest, “I didn’t know it until this moment, but I am SO OVER YOU!”

“I understand,” Steve sulked off. “Hey, make sure her next boyfriend treats her right. Unlike me.” He said to your friend.

“Will do Cap!” He saluted goodbye.

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a/n: when i saw ‘When I Was Your Man’ i was instantly inspired and i hope you enjoy! as i did this for  @notimeforthemessenger ‘s challenge! also, i am kinda thinking of doing a prequel so you know how you broke up :)