colors — tom h. & shawn h.
A/N: ouuu tiktok my inspo for everything. this is SOO unique to me shoutout nana and madz on tiktok for the idea maybe this will be a series if you guys like it??? former apologies it isn't very long.. just testing the waters
WARNINGS: Suggestive/slightly NSFW, x f!reader, no y/n, sort of a weird family triangle going on here, loosely based off the colors mv :p
SUMMARY: In which you've been dating a sweet boy from college named Alan (portrayed by Tom Holland), a passionate tennis player whose father, Robert, (portrayed by Shawn Hatosy) finds himself taken aback by his son's new love interest.
There was always something beautiful about the way his body moved as he darted from one side of the court to the other in attempts to whack the ball across. Alan heaves as he tries to keep up with his friend on the opposite side who relentlessly slaps the racket against the neon yellow sphere. You watch from the sidelines, one leg crossed over the other as your eyes dart to see where the ball goes and if your boyfriend could keep up.
It had been almost three months since you started dating Alan. He was a sweet boy really. Incredibly athletic and a heart of gold. He always put his heart into everything he did. Tennis was probably top of his list of favorite things, besides you. You were his most cherished. You were chatting with friends, smiling as you toyed with a spare tennis ball in your hands. Rolling it back and forth against your palms.
He'd been pretty persistent in meeting families. Not because he was demanding, but he was so eager to be a part of your world. Understand the people who shaped you into the person he loved today. Last week, Alan met your parents and siblings. It had gone fairly well, they liked him, and he liked them. It was perfect.
However, you were nervous to meet his dad. His parents divorced a couple of years before he graduated high school, so it had been him and his father for some time. The most you knew about Alan's dad was his name: Robert. Alan tried to ease your nerves and you appreciated that, but sometimes he tried too hard. Maybe that was better than him not trying at all.
Alan trailed over, sweat dripping down his forehead. You handed him his water bottle, he smiles gratefully and practically throws his head back gulping down the crisp cold water. You watched his throat bob slightly, and you peel your eyes away before he can notice. His body slumps beside yours at the table and he brushes your arm playfully. "You're beautiful, you know that?" You smother a snicker while your friends tease the two of you; but it doesn't seem to fully process because sometimes when you were with Alan, the world ceased to exist.
"Thank you." You reply softly.
"Hey, you up for meeting my dad Alanorrow?" Alan asks. "It's like the one day he's off work, and he wants to come out to the court. Figured it'd be a good time for you to meet."
You pause for a moment, that's so soon. At the same time, you don't want to push off meeting Robert any longer because you don't want him to think badly of you, or that you're scared of him. So, you smile and nod. "Sure, of course. What time?"
"I'll be there." You say before sharing a salty kiss with Alan, he stands up and jogs back over to the court.
Alan's tank-top was practically soaked with sweat when he got home. He lets out a long, deep exhale as he heads inside the house. It was pretty average, nothing too fancy. His father leaned back in his old recliner that he's had for way too long. "Hey, dad." Alan says, shutting and locking the front door behind him.
"Hey, kid." Robert smiles softly. "Have a good day?"
"Yeah, it was fun. Hung out with my girlfriend and some other friends."
"Sounds fun, when do I get to meet her?"
"Actually, I uh, I invited her to tennis tomorrow." Alan says, sitting on the couch across from Robert.
"Well, that's great!" Robert chuckles, "does she even like tennis?"
"Good question, I'm not really sure"
After lunch, you put on your pleated, white skirt, plucked an old tank-top from your drawer and got ready to go out with Alan and his father. It has been excruciatingly hot lately, so the less clothes the better. You also wanted to make a decent impression and not come off as too out there, so you paired some longer socks with the outfit. After ensuring your visor cap would stay while potentially playing sport, you head out.
The drive is too quick, and once you pull into the lot you realize Alan's already there. Your heartbeat quickens as you park, your hands tremble against the steering wheel as you look down at yourself, why was this so damn nerve-wracking? You're only meeting somebody. It's not like Alan's dad is evil, Alan's said so many good things about him. In fact, he's never once complained about him.
There's absolutely nothing to worry about.
You climb out of the car and slowly approach the court's gate. You easily spot Alan from across the courtyard because of his thick head of curls. He looks over his shoulder at you when he hears the gate close. He jogs over and greets you with a cheek kiss, something intimate but not too intimate considering his dad was just feet away. He walks you over, and as you look up, it feels like the court is stretching longer and longer; but it isn't.
Robert stands, slightly leaning on one leg more than the other, as you approach, he straightens his posture. The closer you get, the quicker his own heartbeat quickens. He knew his son's girlfriend was pretty, but you were something different. He presses his lips together and smiles, "Hey there." He says, his tone a lot less deeper than you'd anticipated.
You return the smile and shake his hand firmly. A respectable handshake. He holds your hand a bit longer than a normal handshake should last. "I'm Robert, great to finally meet you." Nodding, you say your name, "It's wonderful to meet you as well, Mr. Lee."
"Just Robert is fine." He says quickly. As you look over at Alan, who's smiling, Robert gives you a small up-down, taking in your whole appearance.
"I'll go grab the rackets." Alan says and walks over to the bleachers a few feet away from where the three of you were standing. Robert hadn't stopped looking at you. You could feel it too.
He wasn't ugly by any means. You didn't know what you expected when you pictured Alan's father but it was not this. He was a bit taller than you, greying, he was muscular, broad-shoulders. His hands might've been the size of your face, if you had paid attention in math maybe you could've guessed. Alan's dad is fucking hot.
It felt so cheesy to think, but God, you weren't blind. You subconsciously bit your lip. Robert caught it, a spark of tension rose. You could feel your cheeks blooming with blush. Robert smirked. "You're a very beautiful girl." He says calmly, not in a creepy way either. He was being genuine, but you picked up on his underlying flirtatious tone paved under a smooth, fatherly compliment.
"No need to be formal..." He says something else under his breath that you don't quite catch, but you don't pry because soon, Alan's back at your sides. "You know how to play right?" Robert asks you.
"I'll teach you." Robert says.
Alan nods eagerly. "Dad's the best, he taught me everything I know."
"Oh, that's so cool." You smile. That lingering feeling is still deep in your chest, and it threatens to emerge every time Robert even glances at you. This is ridiculous to be feeling any sort of attraction, he's your boyfriend's father. But it's hard when he's so obviously looking at your legs in that skirt.
Robert had never once in his life, looked at any of his son's girlfriends like this. Given that was a long time ago, he felt odd that the thought crossed his mind.
You take one side of the court with Robert, Alan takes the other. The tension between you and Robert is invisible to Alan, but it's crystal clear as he shows you the way to hold the racket, and where to hit the ball to make it count. He helped guide your swing, and you could've sworn you almost stopped breathing with his hand wrapped around your wrist entirely.
He was such a big guy, in the best way.
You finally got the hang of things, and you played Alan solo. He was light years ahead of you, but you put up a surprisingly good fight.
And Robert?
He sat on the bleachers, watching you two go back and forth. Mostly you though. Your skirt bounced as you moved quickly from one spot to the next. His gaze hardened almost, he shifted where he sat, exhaling through his nose deeply.
You almost enjoyed the attention. Not in a desperate way but the fact both your boyfriend and your dad admired you, it was sweet in a weird way. Alan's gaze was full of love, Robert's was full of desires. Obviously, you would never do that to Alan. He was the perfect boyfriend, but screw him for having an attractive dad.
Unfortunately, you lose to Alan. However, you did much better than you originally thought you would. "I'm gonna run to the restroom." Alan says, you nod and smile softly.
You take a seat maybe a few inches from Robert, and you take a large drink of water. Robert watches the way your lips wrap around the bottle and he holds his breath momentarily, forcing himself to look away. His fingers dig into his thigh, guarded by fabric. He lowers his head, not daring to say a word, not trusting himself. He looked over again.
You were already staring.
"Good job out there." He says, clearing his throat.
Robert nods, "You're welcome."
As you take off your visor, you comb through your hair with your fingers gently, a few pieces acting crazy from the small breeze. Robert fidgets, but then he reaches over and brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. Something that meant everything and also completely nothing.
His eyes twinkle with something you can't quite put your finger on, but you know deep down it's no good. "Sorry." He says under his breath, pulling away and sighing. As if you were the long lost treasure he'd been so desperately searching for.
You don't respond, you just watch his small mannerisms as the regret of his action starts to show as he flexes his fingers. He glances at you again, it's like you're a cosmic wonder that he can't stop looking at. A sky full of exploding stars, shimmering down bits of angel dust.
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