#th blurb

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also this is cheesy as fuck I’m sorry lol

“Is it just me or have they been acting weird all day?” Tom asked, jerking his head in the direction of the rest of your friends.

You were in the middle of organizing some paperwork and Tom was hanging around you like usual, trying to distract you from your work. You glanced up in the direction he was gesturing to and saw the rest of the cast huddled in a group whispering intently. You made eye contact with Zendaya and she smirked at you before turning her attention back to the group. 

“Like they keep looking at us and whispering,” Tom continued, looking back towards them nervously.

You shrugged. “Apparently all our friends have a bet we’re going to end up together.”

“Wh-what?” Tom sputtered, completely caught off guard. “How do you know?”

“People really don’t know how to use this,” you said, tapping the headset resting on top of your head. “Jacob was borrowing it from Natalie earlier, just messing around with it, and he mentioned it when he was talking to everyone else.”

“What the fuck, is there money on the line?”

“Fifty bucks.”

He laughed. “That’s all we’re worth to them?”

You put the paperwork down and looked at him finally. “I guess.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Because it’s just a stupid bet and our friends are ridiculous. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Tom worked his fingers underneath the collar of his Spider-Man suit as if it were choking him all of the sudden. “Well, the bet had to come from somewhere, right? Why do you think they think we’re going to get together?”

You narrowed your eyes at the flustered boy in front of you. What was he playing at? “They probably came up with it after last week.”

Last week. Production was running behind and they’d kept you working long hours. You stayed long into the night after everyone else had gone home and sometimes even until the sun rose the next morning, having to do the whole thing over again with no rest in between. It’d been exhausting, and you’d slept when you could, napping on furniture that wasn’t being used on set, hiding out in Zendaya’s trailer, and even curling up on the concrete floor just to get a few minutes of rest.

Tom had found you on the floor once in the middle of last week when he wasn’t needed in front of the camera. You were shivering and sleeping fitfully. He sat down against the wall next to you, shrugged off his jacket to lay it across you, and propped your head up onto his lap so you could have a pillow. He played with your hair lightly as you slept and smiled to himself, wondering what you were dreaming about.

When you finally woke up again, he was still there, but he’d fallen asleep too and his head lolled to the side against the wall, still wearing his Peter Parker costume.The sight made you grin like an idiot and you relaxed back onto his lap, curling up with the jacket. Everyone around you was wrapping for the day and getting ready to go home, but you didn’t have the heart to wake him. You stayed like that until another production assistant was threatening to lock the two of you in the studio overnight, forcing you to finally shake him awake.

“Well what are the bets?”

“Hm?” you asked, snapping back to reality.

“Like when do they think we’ll get together?”

“Oh, um, Jacob says within the week, Tony says by the end of the month, Angourie says two months, and Zendaya says at the end of filming.”

“So all of them think it’s inevitable?” Tom asked curiously, his eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Tom cocked his head to the side. “No?”

“I-I don’t-” now it was your turn to be flustered. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that maybe we turn it around so no one gets the money.”

“Oh,” you said, your throat feeling dry all of the sudden. For a minute you thought he was about to say that they were right, that he did want to get together with you, but now he was talking about never getting together? You pursed your lips, trying not to let your disappointment show.

“Yeah. We should do it today.”

“What?” Your eyes snapped wide open and your face began to get warm as you looked up into Tom’s soft brown eyes.

He took your hand, rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of it. “No one bet that we’d get together today.”

“Are you serious?”

He let your hand go hastily. “Yeah, um, unless you’re don’t feel the same way, then just forget-”

You rocked up on your tiptoes and put your lips to his, kissing him through a smile. He was surprised, but kissed you back, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“They’ll never see it coming.”

You’d seemed off lately, to say the least. After Thanksgiving, Tom had noticed how down you’d been. You hadn’t been able to see your family for Thanksgiving and found out earlier in the week that you wouldn’t be able to for Christmas either.

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i have pale skin and freckles so i do feel 2/3 of these!! some of my friends say i have red hair its brown but sometimes looks red

writing some blurbs tonight

you peered at yourself in the mirror, frowning. you felt like your pale skin shown like a beacon, always alerting people to where you were. freckles were “in” right now, which made you even more conscious of the sun-kisses that decorated your face, your arms, and your shoulders. you rustled your red hair, imagining it was any other color except red. 

“morning, love,” tom said, padding into the bathroom in his Calvin’s. he leaned in and kissed your cheek, but paused when he saw you frowning. “what’s wrong, baby?” 

“it’s nothing,” you said, brushing it off. 

tom leaned back against the sink and cabinet. he crossed his arms and gazed at you. “please talk to me, honey, i’m here for you.”

you sighed. “i wish i didn’t look like this. you know, so pale and pasty, with these stupid freckles all over the place and my hair that goes with literally nothing.”

“hey hey hey,” he said. “where did this come from?”

“its always been here,” you said, looking at your feet. “growing up, i always got made fun of for being a ‘ginger.’ i remember asking my mom why she didn’t give me blonde hair like the other girls.”

“oh, honey,” tom said, lovingly taking your hand. “i know it’s hard, but you’re so beautiful, okay? i wouldn’t change a single thing about the way you look.”

“but i would,” you protested.

“but i wouldn’t, because i think you’re gorgeous exactly this way. kids make fun of people who are different. where are those people now, love? hmm?”

you smiled. “i know for a fact one of them is working at McDonald’s.”

tom laughed. “and you’re dating Spider-Man.”

“And I’m dating Spider-Man,” you repeated.

“You know, Mary Jane Watson had red hair in the comics, so I guess that makes you my MJ, baby.”

you gazed at tom. “i love you so much, you dork,” you muttered.

GOD I LOVE THIS

“You just look at me and throw it, baby!” Tom called playfully. “It’s really not hard!”

“Thomas, you say that like I’m coordinated,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Darling, just keep looking at me and let go of the ball!” He laughed. “You can do it!”

“Whatever you say, Tom,” you retorted. You reared back your arm, looking at Tom, and swung it forward, letting the ball release from your hand. You watched almost in slow motion as the ball hit Tom’s left eye.

“Fuck!” Tom shouted, immediately clutching his eye.

“Oh my god!” You cried, running to him in horror. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Ouch,” he replied. “That one’s gonna leave a bruise, shit.”

“Lemme see, Tom.” You peeled his hand away from his eye. He was squinting and it was already red. “C’mon, let’s get some ice on that.”

You led him inside your house, helping him sit on the couch before you jogged to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. You grabbed a kitchen towel on the way back to the couch, wrapping up the ice pack.

“Here, baby,” you said as you pressed the covered ice pack against his eye. “I’m so sorry.”

“Nah,” he said, clinching a bit at the cold. “Don’t worry about it, baby, it’ll make for a good story tomorrow! I’ll tell the boys I got mugged or saved a little girl from being kidnapped or something exciting!”

“You should change the story every time,” you said with a giggle. “That’ll keep it interesting.”

He laughed. “Kiss it for me and make it better?”

He looked out into the crowd. He was looking for you, but he knew you weren’t there. You had a business trip, and you couldn’t make it. Or at least that’s what you told Tom.

He scanned the crowd disappointedly. But then he saw you, sitting in the front row on the 45 yard line. His face lit up and he sprinted over to you.

“BABY!” he screamed over the crowd. “YOU MADE IT!”

You leaned down to touch his hand. “Of course I’m here, my love! Now go, I’ll see you after!”

He played the best he’d played in weeks that game. Seeing you made his heart swell, and inspired him to do even better.