you didnāt expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friendās girlfriend- then again, you didnāt expect to fall for your best friendās brother, either.
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Not Another Christmas Without You - Holiday Series (Tom Holland x Reader) Chapter Four Teaser
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Warnings: Itās pretty soft so maybe just some angst? And smut, obvi. Enemies/Ex Friends to lovers??
Summary: You left the small town life behind to embrace the city life you dreamt about. But when a friendās wedding invite arrives, your prior life comes rushing back in the form of an old best friend whom you left on a very bitter note. Tom used to mean everything to youā¦but can you repair what tore you both apart? Or will it just be another blue Christmas?
A/N: Yaāll are gonna love this one (I hope)Ā @osterfield-holland-andcompany for this amazing moodboard) Please reblog/send feedback as always because I love hearing what yaāll think! Full chapter Monday! Thank you xx -N
Less than twenty four hours ago, you were at each otherās throats. Now, you were afraid to let him leave the house because you didnāt know what was going to happen. Should you kiss him again? Should you talk about that night now that you were more amicable? Should you just go back to New York without another trace? You didnāt know what you should do or what would be best for Tom or yourself. But one thing was for sure, you were terrified of losing your best friend again.
āHeyā¦uhā¦ā Tom trailed off as he leaned in a bit. His head now closer to yours as he sucked in a breath, āSorry for being such a dick,ā he apologized as his eyes widened, you could see the sincerity that was filling them, āI know being angry isnāt really an excuse but I just-ā
āShut up,ā you silenced him with a laugh, shaking your head at him while you ran a hand through your hair, āWe both have a lot to still talk about I think,ā you told him as your eyes fixed back on his.
Nodding his head, Tom licked his lips nervously, āY-yeah. I know,ā he stammered as he anxiously tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, āBut firstā¦ā he trailed off as he leaned forward, his eyes now on your lips as he waited for you to move in with him.
Your heart swelled a bit as you smiled while you pushed yourself a bit closer. You could feel the heat from Tomās breath moving closer as your heart thudded the closer the two of you got. The space closed until you felt Tomās lips brush up against yours, feeling his smile against yours right before he went in.
And then the doorbell rang furiously.
The both of you nearly yelped as you fell off the couch, landing on Tomās lap. The doorbell continued to ring and ring, followed by knocking and banging on the door. You were still on Tomās lap as you slowly started to get up awkwardly. Both of your faces furrowed, wondering who the hell could be at your door so early. But in Yule Hollow, everything was an emergency.
You fixed yourself quickly before you opened the door with Tom not far behind. Letting out a sigh when you saw Harrison on the other side, still ringing the bell even though the door was opened, āAre you crazy??ā you shouted at Harrison as you let him in. Placing a hand on your hip, you glared at him furiously, āItās barely 8 am!ā you told him.
āYeah, yeah, yeah. I need a favorā¦ā Harrison ignored you as he hurried into the house. He noticed Tom as he stopped in his tracks, his eyes going back to you and Tom rapidly as a smile formed, āā¦Well, now I know why you werenāt at the shop at the crack of dawn,ā he smirked at Tom teasingly.
Thank you to the anon who requested this and consulted with me on OCD!
Disclaimer: It it not my intention to glorify or romanticize OCD with this story. I consulted with multiple people who have OCD to develop this character.
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āAre you ready for bed?ā Peter asked as he climbed under the covers on his side. It was your first night in Peters apartment after moving in with him, and you had a nervous feeling in your tummy. There were things about yourself you had begun to notice, and you wondered how long it would take for Peter to notice as well.
āAlmost.ā You nodded as you knocked on the wall behind you four times. You climbed into bed beside Peter as if nothing happened, leaving Peter puzzled.
āWhat are you doing?ā Peter chuckled as he watched your movements.
āIf I donāt do this, I canāt sleep.ā You said simply.
āOkay.ā Peter laughed again, making you wince a little.
āI know it doesnāt actually help me sleep.ā You admitted. āI just need to do it.ā
āWow. I canāt wait to see all the other little quirks youāve been hiding from me.ā Peter smirked as he leaned over to kiss you.
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frat!tom inviting you to one of their ragers and all of his brothers trying to be a wingman for him bc they all know heās had his eye on you the whole semester š bc your friends would be like since when did you become friends with all these frat bros and youāre like idk whatās going on rn youād be so confused lmao.
god this is such a cute idea...my heart. cw: alcohol + fluff.
The first time it happens, you find it funny. The second, you feel a little uncertain but laugh it off. But the third time youāre approached by one of the fratboys hosting the party and offered a round of the houseās finest drinks, you canāt deny your complete bemusement.
āSince when did you become friends with so many frat bros?ā Your friend, Val, whispers, clinging to your arm as one of the men, a shorter lad called Harry, dishes out shots to you and all of your friends. You accept one with a smile before dropping your voice.
āI didnāt,ā you mutter. āI donāt understand whatās going on right now.ā
Youāve barely done your shot when thereās a presence beside you.
āY/N! Pleased you could make it.ā You turn to see Harrison there, the vice-president of the frat. Heās in a SnapBack and a black T-shirt, smirking widely. āDo you and your friends want to come and play beer pong with us?ā
You exchange a glance with Val, who giggles.
āWhy not,ā you agree.
Youāre swept over to the large patio with a few of your friends, and you barely have time to process whatās happening before Harrison is claiming you as his partner and pulling you around to his side of the table. Val stands at the other end, and you watch, confused, as she asks one of the fratboys to partner with her, only for him to agree, look across the table and see you, then immediately shake his head and announce,
āWaitā no, I canāt. Stay here. One second.ā
He runs away and Val raises a brow, but before you can speak to her, Harrison is poking at your arm.
āSo,ā he says, smirking softly. āHow are you finding the party, Y/N? Anyone catch your eye?ā
You furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest as you eye him carefully. Youāve not spent much time with Harrison before. Yes, youāve been to a few parties together and played some games of truth or dare, but youāve not developed such a deep connection that would warrant such attention. You find it suspicious.
āItās a good party,ā you agree, āthough, I donāt think you guys have ever hosted a bad one.ā
Harrison nods, pride reflecting in his eyes. āWell, thanks.ā He digs his hands into his pockets. āItās all Tom. He does all the planning and organising. Heās a great guy.ā Harrison nudges you gently. āA really great guy.ā
You start to wonder if the reason for your sudden catapult to centre of attention is more straightforward than youād first thought.
āāAhh, there he is, actually. What good timing.ā
You look across the table, your breath hitching as your eyes fall upon the figure of Tom Holland, president of the frat, and your study partner from english lit. He looks good, wrapped up in a blue flannel and a black t-shirt, with a dark cap resting on his curls. His eyes seek yours out immediately and you raise a hand in greeting, feeling your lips twitch into a soft smile as he walks towards you.
āY/N, darling!ā Tom exclaims, greeting you with a hand on your hip and his lips on your cheek. āYou look stunning tonight.ā His fingers linger on your waist for a moment before he steps away, and his proximity grants you a deep whiff of his cologne.
āThank you,ā you reply, smiling shyly. āYou look good too.ā
āThanks, love.ā The tips of his teeth flint white as Tom beams at you. āI wasnāt sure if youād come tonight. Iām glad you did.ā
You tilt your head to the side. āOf course I would,ā you say. Youād been overjoyed when heād extended the invite to you, personally, and invited you and your friends to the biggest rager on campus. āI wanted to see you.ā
Itās unclear if heās blushing, or simply too warm, but you watch as Tom scratches the back of his neck and smiles almost shyly.
āIām glad.ā He clears his throat and his eyes flutter across the table, to where Harrisonās drifted around to stand beside Val. He nudges your arm, his elbow gentle. āAre you ready to win this?ā
āOh hell yeah. I was born ready.ā
āThatās my girl.ā
You feel your lips pull up, and try not to let him see the thrill that curls down your spine as you hear him speaking so affectionately to you.
The game goes by slowly, and you find yourself wondering how Harrison, usually so irritatingly good at beer pong, misses even the easiest of shots. If you didnāt know any better, you might be tempted to think he was trying to throw the game, yet Tom keeps you too busy to extensively ponder this thought. When youāre not on the receiving end of his smooth praises, youāre both listening to some of the fratbros who linger near, passing off compliment after compliment in Tomās direction. They hype up almost every part of his person, pointing out, eagerly, and despite Tomās obvious embarrassment, how good his grades have been, how heās been learning to cook, how heās a beast in the gymā¦ Any positive to Tom that could be praised, is, and it leaves you smiling.
Much to your amusement, you end up winning the game. Once youāre suitably buzzed, you wave bye to Val and follow Tom back inside, his hand clinging to yours. You watch, amused, as the crowd seems to part for you, multiple pairs of eyes following you and the way your fingers are linked with Tomās. Whispers follow you, and you find yourself clinging closer to him, curling your arm around his as you shy into his side.
Tom takes you upstairs. Heād pulled you from the patio whispering about a book heād borrowed from you a month ago and needed to return, but you know that his intentions go beyond the return of a simple favour.
āThis is a nice room,ā you say. Itās large, and on the top floor of the frat. Itās also the room that comes without a suite mate, courtesy of Tomās status as president. Thereās a large window set into the wall, a nice double bed, and even an en-suite.
You feel his hand briefly touch you back as Tom moves past you and walks over to his desk. You watch him rummage through a pile of papers and pens, his watch glinting.
āThank you,ā he responds, looking back over his shoulder at you. His thin lips quirk into a smile as he inclines his head towards his bed. āYou can sit down if you want.ā
You hum as you walk towards the bed, perching on the edge of the mattress with your legs crossed. After a few moments more, Tom releases a noise of triumph and holds up the borrowed book.
āHere you go,ā he says, walking over to you. He passes you the book, and you promptly put it down beside you. āThank you for letting me borrow it.ā
āOf course,ā you respond. You meet his eyes, getting momentarily lost in his caramel depths. āHey, could I ask you a question?ā
Tom nods, crossing his hands behind his back as he looks at you curiously. āAnything.ā
You bite your lip before extending your hand towards him. When he takes it and easily loops your fingers together, you smile.
āDid you have all your frat brothers wingman you tonight?ā
Tom hesitates, a hint of embarrassment curling over his face.
āYou, uh, noticed that?ā He asks, scratching at his neck.
You nod, smirking. āIf the never ending supply of shots and compliments werenāt indication enough, Harrison also threw the game so we would win.ā
Tom curses softly. āHeās such a twat,ā he mutters. āBut uhā¦ Yeah, I guess. I just wanted you to have a good time tonight, Y/N. Some of them just took it a bit too far. Iām sorry if they made you feel uncomfortable.ā
āThey didnāt. I thought it was cute.ā You hesitate, your eyes shifting over his face. āI think youāre cute.ā
Tom shifts on his feet, seeming to stretch a little straighter as he smirks.
āAnd I think youāre absolutely gorgeous.ā Using the hand intertwined with yours, Tom very gently helps you to your feet. His fingers slip down to your waist, where they rest, touch firm and warm. You like the feeling of being so close to him.
āSoā¦ What are you going to do about that?ā
You bite your lip as his breath hitches, and then you let him pull you closer. His voice is lower, huskier, and it comes out lightly as his warm breath fans out across your face.
āIām gonna kiss you,ā he declares.
You give him the slightest nod before looping your arms around his neck, and then very slowly, and easily, Tom presses his lips to yours. Itās soft at firstācarrying more care than you wouldāve expectedābut your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the moment. It builds quickly, spiralling from a tender union of mouths to an intensely hot kiss, burning bright with passion as you feel him nibbling your lower lip. You part your lips, and your fingers dig into his curls as your tongues dance together, the kiss growing hotter and heavier as you curl in closer.
When you break away after a few moments of passionate kissing, youāre breathless but happy. You rest your palms on the flat of his shoulders and sigh contentedly, lips stinging softly.
āNext time you want to get closer to me, you can just ask me, yāknow,ā you tease. āI quite like spending time with you, Tom.ā
His lips brush your cheek, and you feel him squeeze your waist.
āNoted, love.ā He pauses for a moment, smirk biting at his lips. āCare to spend some time with me now, darling?ā
You wrap your fingers around the top of his shirt and pull him closer, letting your lips brush over his as you smile.
summary; Ā peter just wants to make out with you, if only he knew thatās what he wanted to do
series; these moonlight desires haunt me
a/n; there was no request i was just had this thought and this is what came out. hope you like it.
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Peter doesnāt know why it bothers him. Why heās currently stuck awake, staring at the ceiling, while you sleep just a few inches away, snoring softly and attempting to steal the blankets. Nothing out of the ordinary. But it didnāt feel that way. He shouldnāt have been snooping, that he would admit was his own fault and had completely led to this moment he now found himself in. It hadnāt started that way; he was just running drills. It wasnāt his fault the two of you had walked into the kitchen when he was on the ceiling, clearly mid-conversation. Heād just stay quiet till there was a natural lull, announce his presence, and apologize to you and Wanda with an excuse about not wanting to interrupt. Itās not like youād be talking about anything he didnāt already know. You wereĀ bestĀ friends after all. It wouldnāt take long and he would be on his way.
A/N: this my contribution to @asonofpeterās 1k Writing Challenge. I chose Roommate AU and the quote āWe got five minutes, hurry up.ā As always, let me know what you think and leave a comment/message me if youād like to be tagged in any of my future works!Ā
It was 100% his jacket, the red plaid one he only wore for the holidays.
And there it was, that stupid red jacket, standing in front of the tea section of your local grocery store.
He used to drape that jacket over your shoulders when you got cold on dates. Now, you wore a coat he had never seen before and you had no idea whoās shoulders had taken your please.
It had to be him. It just had to be your ex boyfriend in the one grocery store in town on the very day you decided to run some errands.
SUMMARY: Harrison and Y/N have been together for three yearsāand thatās all she knew. Then Harrison broke it off and left her all alone, crying at her cousinās wedding. But the alcohol and the heartache led her right to his flat, right back to him.Ā
PAIRING;Ā Ex!Harrison Osterfield x Reader
WORDS; 6194
WARNINGS; swearing, angst
Three years. Three years of being Harrisonās girlfriend, three years of getting to know every last quirk and facial expression in his arsenal, three years of him knowing your cousins and your second cousins and your third cousins and your family and your friends and three years of you joining pub nights with his boys talking about golf and football and things you didnāt know much about.Ā
Three fucking years.Ā
And then one day it all went to shit and now here you wereāat your cousinās wedding, with no date for the first time in forty eight months.Ā
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āLove, I need a favourā. You sighed as Tomās voice echoed from your phone, you swerved through the throngs of people that bustled in the busy streets of London, your Louboutins clicking against the pavement as the company your worked in came into view.
āYes Thomas, I am coming up with your lunchā. You replied, your voice laced with sarcasm as you walked towards the tall skyscraper in the middle of the city, your phone pressed against your ear. You shot the security guard who opened the door of the entrance for you a small smile, almost sighing when the cool air conditioning of the building cooled you down almost instantly.
āItās not that (y/n), just meet me at the usual placeā Tom said before he cut the call. You grumbled in annoyance, god, who the hell in the right mind goes to the god damned roof top at one in the afternoon.
Right, your best friend and coincidentally your boss did just that, and just when you thought that you could enjoy the rest of your lunch hour in peace too.
The lift dinged as the doors open, you stepped in, and as it ascended, you used the little time you had to enjoy the cool air and the low jazz music that played in the elevator.
āHereās your lunchā You said, handing Tom the paper bag, settling onto the chair and glancing up at him, you swore you saw a hint of desperation in his eyes.
Summary | Unwillingly caught up in the life of a well known London mob, Y/N finds love in unlikely places. But is the dangerous lifestyle too much for her to handle?
A/N | I rewrote this twice and Iām still not entirely happy with it but it is what it is, ya know? Next part is from Tomās POV so Iām super excited about that!!
āUugh,ā Olivia groaned, resting her head on top of the mountain of papers on the previous accountantās desk.
You lifted your eyes from the page of your book, tilting your head at your friendās exasperation.
You had been watching her for hours, crunching numbers and shuffling through old paperwork. Tom had asked her to take over for the old accountant who was dismissed from his position since the numbers would not line up. Money was missing and unaccounted for, and that was never good for business.
chapter summary: gregg says goodbye, and the wedding ceremony is quickly approaching.
word count: 4.7k
warnings: some angst, crying, swearing, andddd some fluff. flashbacks are in italics :)
a/n:Ā hello!! this is the second to last part, but i just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has read this series! i was very hesitant to post the prologue at first because i wasnāt sure if the idea made sense, but iām very grateful to have had so many people enjoy it! iām so excited for you all to read this chapter, as well as the final one next week!
the final chapter comes out on next friday (october 2nd, 2020)!!
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āY/N, can we please work this out?ā Gregg begged you. Those were the only words he could manage to get out, repeating them over and over as you handed him an old cardboard box and pulled open the dresser drawer that held his stuff.
āYou were just convinced that I cheated on you, Gregg,ā You reminded him, shaking your head sadly. āThere is no trust between us. I canāt be in a relationship with no trust. Go home to Grace.ā
He opened his mouth but no words could come out. He had nothing to defend himself with. He knew what he had said.
You stared at him for a moment before nodding down to the already half-empty drawer.Ā
āY/Nā¦ā He repeated but you moved away, brushing past him towards the bedroom door.
A/NĀ ā And with this part, weāre officially halfway through the ficā¦? Omg. Crazy crazy. I decided to give you a fairly soft chapter before I start messing things up in parts six-eight, so youāve been warned haha. As always, thanks so much to everyone thatās been reading and enjoying the story - means the absolute world to me. Enjoy! :D
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Omg<3 imagine mob!tom havin his newborn babygirl with him during a meeting and like awwww
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š/š§ ā Ā Ngl I havenāt written a mob!Tom blurb before, but AHJWGDYJGS I had to...also, this will go on my mob!Tom masterlist once I create it!
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After a month of letting Harrison takeover for him, Tom finally took back control of the mob. He wasnāt looking forward to it, as he loved spending time with your new baby girl Janie, but you knew he would have to at some point.
The night before Tom made you promise him that if you ever needed help, to let him know. He mostly worked from home, except for the action-packed parts of the job, as he liked to keep you and your new family away from the violence.
He knew you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, but he would be lying if he said he didnāt feel a need to protect you and Janie.
However, you really didnāt want to bother him. It was his first day fully back in the mob, and you knew he had some extremely important meetings. You and Tom went against hiring a nannyāmostly because Tom didnāt trust anyone outside of his family and his closest friends near either you or the babyābut you honestly didnāt know what to do. Janie hadnāt stopped crying for twenty minutes, and, even though Tomās meetings were held in the office on the other side of the mansion, you had a feeling that they could hear her wails.
Every little wail broke your heart, and, God, you really wanted to just give her to Tom, because you immediately knew that he would calm her downāa true daddyās girlābut you didnāt want to interrupt him or his business.
Unfortunately, the wails just got louder, and, against your better judgment, you made your way with Janie in your arms to the other side of the mansion.
You knocked a few times on the office door. It was usually unlocked, as it was now, because Tom didnāt like the idea of being caged in, but you still wanted to be respectful.
You heard a few mumbles from inside the room, before mobster who you had never seen before opened the door, looking down at you in disgust. He was about to shut the door on the two of you, but Tom heard the all-too-familiar wails from Janie, and so he immediately walked up to the door, sending a glare in the mobsterās way.
He looked confused, but nobody ever questioned Tom, so he quickly moved out of the way. Almost immediately, Tomās expression changed when he made eye contact with you. He could tell how stressed out you were by the wailing baby, and he sent you an understanding smile.
āJanie wants her daddy, yeah?ā he asked, making grabby hands at her, as you passed her along to him. Tom then turned around, before moving to the head of his desk, and beckoning one of his crew to pull a chair up next to him for you to sit on.
You avoided making eye contact with the unknown mobsters in the room, but you exchanged smiles with Tomās brothers and his closest confidantes Harrison and Jacob.
Almost as soon as the two of you sat down, Janieās wails started to quiet down, but she was still in distress. He gently moved her up to his neck, and she squirmed, until she felt comfortable snuggled against him.
You would have gotten angry at the scene if you werenāt thankful for her silence. However, you and Tom noticed her shivering, and you shared a glance with him. āIāve got it, darling, donāt worry.ā
You gave him a confused look, before he gently moved one of his hands to the pull-out drawers, and he entered the code that only you and a few others knew (it was Janieās birthday). When it unlocked, you felt your heart warm at the sight. Under a box of bullets and a wad of cash was the softest baby blanket youād ever seen. It had Janieās name and birthday embroidered on it, and you soon remembered that it was the one that Nikki, Tomās mom, knitted for her before she was born.
He gently took it from the drawer, and he wrapped it around the little girlās form. The entire room was quiet, and those who werenāt familiar with Tom were confused at the sight.
However, you ignored them, smiling at your husband and your daughter, before Tom spoke to the men, āalright, letās get on with it, gents.ā
They nodded their heads, and, before you could stand up to leave, he reached out his hand for you, sending you a smile. āI need both of my girls with me, darling.ā
