Characters: lowkey gang!Harrison x Y/n (Female Reader)
Word Count: 810
Summary: Harrison doesn’t want to pretend with Y/n anymore, he wants it to be truly and real and nothing but that.
Based off of this song & the photo below (Not my pic)
He knew when he first laid eyes on her from across the parking lot nothing would become of them. But like a magnet drawing to its opposite Harrison couldn’t pull himself away from her. His eyes landed on her ass first in that short skirt with her legs extending past the material and he caught himself biting his lip at the thought of her under him in nothing, but then his eyes rose and he noticed how her hair flowed behind her in the small breeze and he caught a glimpse of her face as she turned to one of her high class friends, her eyes crinkled at the corners as a smile showed on her lips from whatever they had said. He found himself not only wanting to pine after her for a quick fuck but something more. Harrison never gives up on something he wants.
“Fuck you and your high class friends.” His words left his kissable lips in a joking manner as he watched the girl from the corner of his icey eyes. She clinched the bathroom pass tighter in her hand out of anger.
“Oh yeah? Well fuck you too.” Her voice an octave higher than the normal tone. He smirked proud of himself for inciting a reaction from her. Who knew a girl like her would use such foul language?
“They wouldn’t know the difference between love and sex, intelligence isn’t something they posses.” He fires back turning on the heel of his shoe to face the girls backside a lovely view of her ass again.
“Don’t talk about my friends that way.” She sneers turning more elegantly than Harrison had as she eyes him up, his taller stature would intimidate others but not her. A demeaning chuckle leaves his lips as he slides his tongue across the bottom one slowly. A move he’s done many times to trick girls into thinking of kissing him, he only wishes it’ll falter the girls demeanor in front of him, but alas. Nothing.
“Now darlin you know I’m not wrong. But since I’m on a roll Fuck your new boyfriend too.” He winks toying with her. He watches as the anger surges through her, lighting a fire behind her eyes as both fists are clenched now. He can’t help himself the asshole mentality he’s inherited comes out even if he doesn’t want it too. She smirks now crossing her arms under her breasts making them more pronounced and he can’t decipher if its a trick or an honest coincidence.
“Harrison Osterfeild are you jealous?” She questions the sarcasm of her words even an idiot wouldn’t miss. It’s his turn to roll his eyes and drop his stature to show disinterest. His large hands move and start to slow clap at her words.
“Good for you Y/n Y/l/n you’ve totally blown my cover.’ He begins to shout as if a crowd was around wanting to hear the conversation between the two. She steps closer to him trying to sush him, She can’t be caught skipping class and especially cannot be caught talking with Harrison. He thinks quickly and moves one hand around her waist and the other behind her head as he leans her smaller frame compared to his against the lockers that line the hall. She lets a gasp escape her lips at his quick motions.
“I bet he doesn’t know your love for rock bands or you infatuation with drunk romance or that we sleep in all weekend and we pretend that you’ve left him, that we’re more than just friends.” His words are hushed and he’s never shown such raw emotion like this for not only her but anyone he’s ever been after. He’s ready to shout his love from the rooftops and this is his confession of it. But Y/n doesn’t seem as enthusiastic.
“Shh someone will hear you.” She mumbles as her eyes flick from right to left, his bandanna blocks her view as her eyes only seem to focus on that and his lips inches away. He takes a deep breath trying again.
“Fuck your parents and I’m sorry I doubted you when you said that they’re insane. They always say I don’t act my age, but c’mon I know that’s a reason you love me. And they always say you’re too good for me and that’s the only time I’ll agree with them but hey when we pretend on the weekends you seem to still love me.” His tone of voice changes as he finishes his last effort to convince her, to say yes to stop the pretending and to make it all real. Her chest feels tight as they two stare deep into one another's eyes as if the answer will be in them. With a deep breath and the silence killing him slowly she answers.
Characters: Bestfriend!Tom Holland X female reader
Word Count: 1,422
Summarry: For @loserparker ‘s writing challenge! I was inspired and used the song Can I Be Him? by James Arthur
Warnings: Sad & maybe cussings ?
He loves her. Truly and completely. The kind of love some only achieve through romantic comedies and Nicholas Sparks novels. But he was lucky enough to have a love so strong and so raw, for her.
His brown eyes harbor a light glaze across them as he sips his third glass of champagne for the night. The reception in full swing now. After years of hearing alcoholics go straight for champagne he know understands why, it goes straight to your head. He feels light headed and like he can’t properly support himself, but in this situation. In the months leading up to this event, he’s happy to not truly be himself right now. As people dance around in the center of the room Tom pulls his eyes away as to not get too dizzy. His eyes scan the tables of guests, recognizing some and some strangers. Finally his eyes land on her, on the beautiful bride. Her hair falls effortlessly framing her face like the beautiful piece of art work she is to him. Her veil behind her head now it adds just the touch to make her face glow. A smile hasn’t left her face since his chocolate eyes fell on her. The slope of her nose was something Tom has dreamed of running his hand over. The gleam in her eyes wasn’t just because of her special day but always there just a part of Y/n that made her Y/n. The ever so special Y/n. Her shoulders shook as loud laugh fell from her plump pink lips from an inaudible joke. Tom felt his eyes crinkle and the corner of his lips turn upward, her smile has always been contagious.
Her laughter fades and her eyes shift from the guests in front of her to Tom. A small smile sprouts on her lips as she eyes him. His suit a size too small as it clings to his buffer frame since he last wore it. His wrists show a good inch past the jacket arms. His tie too long, hanging past the button on the navy blue slacks. His hair had his fingers raked through it one too many times and the blood shot eyes left the new bride knowing exactly that Tom was indeed drunk, on her wedding day. Tom Holland, her best friend couldn’t even put a little effort in for her special day. With a soft smile and a nod, the princess of the night excuses herself and grips her dress at each end to hold it up so she can quickly cross the room to Tom.
“Come here.” She mumbles as she passes. Tom gathers himself and follows after. They enter an empty room with make up and day closes strewn about. The conclusion is this was where Y/n had gotten prepared for earlier. Where she had been transformed from a girl to a bride. It almost intensifies the pain in Tom’s chest by being in here.
“I can’t believe you’re drunk Tom!” Her words cut deep and maybe it’s the champagne or maybe it’s that he’s held this in too long that the dam is breaking. Without a second thought a flood breaks loose.
“Y/n really? You can’t believe I’m drunk?” He shoots back leaning against the wall looking at her dress covered feet. When his eyes finally flick up to face her she holds an exasperated expression and moves her arm to inquire more of an explanation. The cloudy headed boy rolls his tongue over his lips as he sucks in a breath before continuing.
“I can’t believe you’ve never noticed really. Y/n from the first time I saw you, you-you stole my heart Y/n. I knew from the very first moment you introduced yourself. I wanted you. I wanted to make you mine. A-and. And when you read your poems or the songs you’ve written, the songs you’ve only ever shared with me. I wished. I wish they’re about me.” Tom has to correct himself from speaking in past tense because no matter what, the love he has for the girl before him, he’ll always have hope. He could never give up the girl of his dreams. He can’t bring himself to raise his eyes to look at her. His vision now fuzzy not from one too many glasses but from tears. His heart can’t take the pent up pain and it now releases itself in tears. He pinches the bridge of his nose to not only conceal his face from her but in an effort to stop crying.
“I know. I know you’re married now. God you’re married. I can’t believe that sentence just left my mouth.” He tries to continue but the more he speaks aloud, the more reality hits him in the face. A strangled cry leaves his throat as he speaks and he pulls at his collar suddenly feeling too tight. As he runs a hand trough his hair, he’s lost count at how many times he’s done this action tonight, he blinks up at the vaulted ceiling with his signature holland puppy dog eyes.
“I don’t think he deserves you Y/n. Hell nobody deserves you. You’re too good. Too good for any asshole of a guy. I’m not even good enough for you.” The unraveling boy continues in his monologue all while Y/n stands there tears welling in her eyes at her best friend. Her best friend she’ll only see as a best friend. But a best friend she’s never intended to hurt this way.
“I’ve been there to wipe your tears before, but I want to be the one who not only can wipe your tears but can truly make you feel better. I want to be the one who can kiss your lips Y/n. God, can I just be him?” He questions rhetorically. He knows fully well he was born Tom Holland and Tom Holland was not the name of your new husband and he’ll never be him. Tom slides himself down the wall and folds into his chest, knees pulled tightly to his inward. He lets out gasps as he sobs. Mumbling “can I be him? Can I be him? Can I be him?” Over and over in a chant as he rocks back and forth hitting his back against the wall harder each time. Maybe wishing dust would fall off the old chapel walls and make his wish come true like in your favorite movie 13 going on 30. But even in Tom’s drunken state he knows no mater how hard he cried or how many wishes he made, he’d never be him.
“Tommy, oh my god Tommy. Please don’t cry, I’m-I’m so sorry.” Y/n drops in front of Tom not caring about the pearl white dress staying pearl white. She needs to consul her best friend right now. Her words fall on deaf ears though as Tom pushes her hands away from him.
“Y/n, do you love me?” He looks up eyes even more bloodshot now. His eyebrows are pulled downward trying to hold back the continual tears. “Do you?” He asks again forcing an answer.
“Tommy of course I do but just not like I love him.” Y/n answers and looks down sadly. If only the love she does have for him would be enough. But it’s not enough for Tom.
“Then don’t. Don’t try to help just-just go.” His voice almost cracks as he pushes the bride, his best friend, the love of his life away. Slowly she stands and with a small nod exits the room. Another resemblance Tom held with love in films and novels is the pain. The pain of unrequited love.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated!
AU: Highschool!Tom Holland Highschool!Harrison Osterfeild & OC!Valarie Black
Playlist: coming soon
Warnings: Cussing, mild mentions of sex
Summary: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfeild are Lakewood High’s biggest rivals. They go head to head in anything and everything. They fight for football captain, chairman of the student union, the highest marks, you name it, they make it a competition. But one thing they’ve been tied in since junior year; how many girls’ V-cards they’ve happily cashed in. So what happens when Valarie Black starts senior year at Lakewood and just so happens to be the last virgin standing.
Teaser
“Now this school doesn’t require a uniform because there isn’t enough funds to pay for both school uniforms and soccer uniforms but maybe tomorrow you’ll consider something more...appropriate.” The headmistress scolds disapprovingly. Harrison overhears from around the corner as he has his back pressed against the bright yellow lockers that line the halls. He smiles wide, teeth clenched to hold back a laugh at the comment. He can only imagine what the new girl is wearing to have the headmistress bring it up, but then again she did act like she had a stick up her ass at all times and she desperately needs to get laid maybe then she’d lighten up, but until then she’d stick to harassing the students. Everyone already knew about this new girls arrival today the school hasn’t had a new student in ages and definitely never an American.
“Thanks for the tip.” He hears the girl reply and can hear the annoyance in her voice. He’s tempted to peak around the corner and see her but holds himself back, she’s not worth getting caught skipping over.
“Now your first lesson is this way.” The older woman directs and he hears the clacking of her heels heading his way. Quickly looking for an exit he takes large but soft strides on the tips of his toes across the hallway and slides between another locker and an open classroom door.
As Harrison checks if he’s discovered his eyes meet dark green ones, the kind of green like an emerald gem, they sparkled. And the headmistresses back facing him. He blinks in surprise and her eyes widen. He smirks and puts one finger to his lips to keep her quite. The headmaster moves to turn which will ultimately blow his cover and he scrunches his nose and goes to close his eyes in anticipation of the scene about to unravel. It wouldn’t be his first time getting caught for something he shouldn’t be doing but the shrill voice of the headmistress never arrives.
“Wa-wait!” The girl exclaims instead startling the headmistress and making Harrison snap his eyes open. “I-you you didn’t tell me where the restroom is! I really need to ya know...go?” Her sentence ends more like a question as she taps her head with her ring clad hand like she’d forgotten to ask before. Harrison finds himself again holding in a laugh because of this new girl. Not only did her nervous voice make him laugh but also the sentence that just left her plump lips. Harrison took a moment to look her over. Realizing why the headmaster made a comment about her attire. She was sporting a cropped sweatshirt and some leggings along with what looked like to him newly bought trainers. They’re so white it almost hurt Harrison’s eyes but what really caught his eye was the diamond stud that sparkled from her belly button. The many contrasts she had compared to the other girls that resided here intrigued him.
“That wasn’t very appropriate Ms. Black. But it’s this way, come along.” The headmistress said and lead them away in the opposite direction from Harrison. Right before they rounded the next corner Valerie turned her head back quickly to see if she’d succeeded in her attempted rescue.
Harrison found himself looking into those green eyes again. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ whole holding his hands together as if in prayer and sent a quick wink her way as he finished his escape through the defective emergency exit. Valerie put the pieces together after watching his actions and made a mental note about the broken emergency exit in hall B and continued following the uptight lady in front of her. But her mind still on the attractive escapee.
After Valerie had finally rid herself of the headmistress’ company she has finally found herself outside the door of the appropriate class she takes a deep breath, the part of school everyone dreads. The first day introductions and especially the introduction she has to give, being the new girl and all that glory.
The thought of finally getting to place the text book heavy bag off her shoulder and get to sit down willed her to turn the handle and push the wooden door open and walk in. But not before replaying in her mind how the headmistress responded to her outfit. Quickly, Valerie grabs her lucky yellow and black checkered flannel and slips it over her crop top still leaving it unbuttoned. The headmistress’ comment annoyed her, back in her old stomping grounds at Santa Monica High, Valerie regularly won best dressed of the week in the school’s newspaper and ranking top in her fashion and design elective course. But she didn’t want too much confrontation on the first day but she’s not one for conformity and if the headmistress kept making comments like today she began to think of snarky comebacks she could use on her.
Finally pulling she pushed the door in and, as she expected over a dozen eyes turned and look at her. Feeling an odd sense of confidence she tilts her head up with confidence and returns their stares with a smile and forces her eyes to not fall to the floor.
“Ah! Ms. Valerie Black I assume? Thank you for finally joining us today.” The young but balding teacher welcomed her and moved from his spot leaning on the front of his desk to the front of his class room ushering her to stand next to him.
“Present now, but what can I say fashionably late is my forte.” Valerie shot back to his snide comment of her timing. He let out a huff mixed with a laugh and Valerie had a feeling she and him would get along over this school years time span.
“Wittiness seems to be too, that’ll be helpful in this class. Well class welcome Valarie.” He instructed all that was heard was a chorus of off timed “hi Valarie.” She held a tight smile and looked over the room. Her eyes landed on a curly headed brown eyed boy. He was leaning forward in his chair chin rested on his palm and finger running over his lips absentmindedly. Obviously that was more important than greeting her. He was looking back at her probably taking in her ‘inappropriate’ outfit. She would roll her eyes at him but if she kept doing that her false lashes would surely come loose and she had enough trouble putting them on this morning.
“I’m Mr. Clark your creative writing teacher for the year. And I’ll save you from the awkward ‘tell us about yourself,’we can do that tomorrow just settle in first.” The man next to her introduces himself and sticks out a sweaty palm to shake her hand. Valerie mumbles a thank you and he nods in reply. After doing so he continues “you’ll be sitting next to Eleanor, Eleanor please raise your hand.” He instructs and a girl with blonde pixie cut and freckles that are sprinkled across the bridge of her nose sticks a pale thin arm in the air. Valerie walks toward the girl and drops her bag with a thud before taking a seat, a seat that just so happens to be directly in front of curly haired brunette.
“Hey” Eleanor offers a half smile to her and Valerie returns it.
“So catch me up, what’d I miss?” She asks and looks down at what’s placed in front of Eleanor on the desk they now share.
“Our first assignment, we have to write a children’s short story.” The girl explains and slides the paper in between them so they can both read over it. “It’s our brain storming time. Do you need some paper? A pencil?” She offer and goes to grab the items
“No, no thank you. I have stuff.” Valerie refuses and grabs a notebook from the bag that’s covered in magazine cut outs and pictures of her and her friends. Eleanor eyes it in awe and looks down at her plain composition book and quickly opens it to a blank page.
“Pardon me darlin’” Valerie hears behind her accompanied by a tap on her left shoulder and it halts her pens movements on the page as she turns, too quickly at that and her long ponytail flips around and whips her in the face. A wave of embarrassment sets in heating her cheeks up thankfully her darker skin tone doesn’t let it stick out like a sore thumb. The boy smiles and Valarie can’t help but smile back at him something about that smile got to her. “I just wanted to introduce myself, I’m Tom.” He finishes still smiling at her.
“Nice to meet you Tom, and you already know my name, or did you forget?” She feels a corner of her mouth pulling up into a half smile at her comment.
“Witty indeed you are Valerie.” He replies and smirks squinting his eyes a bit and again leaning on his hand as he had been when she first laid eyes on him. His facial expression isn’t anything less than sexy and how his muscles are flexed from his sitting position and the light material of his shirt doesn’t hide them but Tom very well knew that. Valarie feels almost flustered but remains her composure. “Okay pretty boy stop distracting me.”
As the words leave her mouth and register in Toms mind he sits up and opens his mouth in shock before it stretches to a smile, he grabs his chest like he’s hurt and Valerie chuckles quietly in reaction to his actions.
“Pretty boy?” The way those two words roll of his tongue mixed with his English accent emits another giggle from Valerie's lips. “You know I just met you and you’ve hurt my feelings, you’ll have to make that up to me darlin.” He says, this time Tom isn’t intentionally being a cocky asshole Valerie actually made him laugh within the first few minutes of meeting her and he’s honestly interested in her. Maybe more so since she could be the answer in beating his rival Harrison but if not maybe she could be the answer to something else missing in his life. Tom would never admit to anyone he’s secretly a hopeless romantic but based upon his actions with girls nobody would believe him anyways. Maybe because of how he treats girls he even has trouble admitting that himself but how his romantic thoughts can wonder.
“We’ll see about that darlin.” Valerie replies and ends the conversation by turning back to her work. Again a sigh of laughter leaves Tom’s lips as he rolls his eyes and smirks at the back of her tight high ponytail, her black hair shines in the classroom lighting and if Tom were closer he could probably smell her mango conditioner.
“Would you like to have lunch with my friends and I?” Eleanor asks out of the blue once she’s finished writing her rough draft. Valerie smiles wide thankful for the offer.
“Yes please. Thank you, you’re saving me from the awkward new girl lunch scene.” She answers her new friend. Eleanor nods and laughs with her.
“I’m glad you accepted, you’ll love my friends!” She adds proudly. Valarie appreciated her offer and the fact a wide smile was on her face while doing so and she believed it was genuine. And even though Eleanor’s offer was partly genuine there are arterial motives behind her kindness. During the break between lessons she met up with her other friends and filled them in.
“Do you think she’ll go along with it?” The blonde asked her two friends looking between them. The period right before lunch they all shared making it a convenient time to discuss.
“I don’t think it should be brought up right away.” One girl spoke as she moved the thick black frames up on the bridge of her nose. Eleanor nodded and made sure to keep that in mind. She had the tendency to not think before she spoke.
“We should invite her to the party tomorrow night.” The last girl of the group spoke. She’d taken time to think of a few different ideas to help in her head. “This won’t work if just invite her for lunch and then bring it up, we need to actually have her think we’re her friends and then it’ll seem like she’s doing us a favor in a sense. And it’ll give us time to get to know her before.” She finishes as she twists the small ring on her middle finger, a nervous tick she acquired once she was gifted it.
“Lily. I love your brain.” Eleanor laughs as they all agree to go with her plan of action.
“Let’s just hope it works.” She responds and tries to invision all the ways it could come crashing down. As the bell rings and they pack up their textbooks and walk in a row, Eleanor in the middle, towards the mess hall. Fiona adjusts her glasses again feeling giddy to meet the American. As Eleanor eyes land on her she takes a breath in preparation to call her name but before she does a tall boys steps in front of Valarie, a boy Eleanor is all too familiar with. A boy who is charming and gentlemanly. A boy that when you run your fingers through his soft hair as he laid on your chest would pull you closer to him. A boy who seemed too good to be true and in fact was just that. While each girl looks at the new girl, Valerie is face to face with a familiar one.
Eleanor halts her steps and grabs her two friends by their forearms halting their actions aswell.
“Wait.” She says and looks on at the scene unfolding. She felt odd in a way watching them interact. An emotion that is mixed with too many others to define a name for it.
“That’s her?” Fiona asks for confirmation and can’t help but look at awe. It’s not like Valerie is a celebrity in their eyes, she’s just so unlike the fellow students here, so unlike herself she can’t help but be intrigued.
“Fancy seeing you here.” She laughs and goes to pass him. As much as she’d enjoy talking to an attractive boy and as thankful as she is that her new school even harbors hot guys from what she’s seen. Her thoughts are now on food and giving her mind a break. The curriculum here is very different and goes at a faster pace than what she’s use too. The boy takes a step back to stay in front of her holding a hand up to keep her focused on him. He smiles at her before he answers, maybe in reply to her greeting or maybe the way she smiled when she said it or how her American accent is something he could get use too.
“Well that’s no way to treat someone who was going to invite you have lunch with them.” He replies and gives a sideways smile as he slowly chews his gum. The angle makes his jawline very prominent and Valerie's eyes can’t help but focus on it, but at the same time the comedic boy is focused on her bright smile how it spread to her cheeks and it light up her eyes. He appreciates the fact she doesn’t seem to take anything too seriously and even more so didn’t seem to jump at the offer, it humbled him it wasn’t a reaction he was use too.
“Sorry I’m going to have to crush your dreams there buddy, I have lunch plans.” She shoots back and he clutches his chest.
“That hurt. That hurt me right here.” He gestures with his pointer finger facing his heart a fake pout laid on his lips and he pulled his eyebrows down to look more innocent and sad. But something told Valarie that his expression looked too rehearsed and that he’s everything but innocent.
“Well then Valerie, can you make it up to me?” He composes himself and tilts his head to the side still giving his best puppy dog eyed expression. She purses her lips together and kints her eyebrows and taps a finger to a chin before she laughs at herself.
“Well I guess I’ll have too, since I obviously hurt you so bad.” A smile is still plastered across her face. He just has that effect on her. The boy hold back winking at her remembering that’s for later.
“You could accompany me to the Rest in Peace Summer party tomorrow night.” Valarie holds her smile and but looks quizzically at him.
“Ah! Let me explain, its a yearly party held and the whole school pretty much comes. We always have a good time. Now it might not look like it but we know how to party.” He leans in like he’s letting her in on a big secret and she nods like he just has. Valerie has a feeling agreeing to a date so soon seems like trouble but maybe doing stuff she wouldn’t normally is part of this massive change. Maybe reinventing Valerie Black is what needs to happen.
“It’s a date.” She answers and this time when she goes to walk around him he lets her but not before sending a wink. He mentally high-fived himself for his skills and started to think of ways to rub this in his rivals face, especially once he wins and by that last encounter he can taste the victory.
A/N: Please leave feedback I hope this did not disapoint from the teaser! Also which boy do you think Valerie was talking to in the end?
Pairing: Mob!Tom x mob!Harrison x cop!Y/n (female reader)
Summary: Y/n Lewis and Neil Haas are partners working for the N.Y.P.D. A break in the case of the big time mob families throws them into an undercover operation. The Holland’s and the Osterfeild’s are close to an all out war against each other that could crumble them both and land them in a high security prison for life. A bond needs to be made, a truce to cool off the tempers and resolve their disagreements. Can Y/n and Neil bust them before its too late? How far will Y/n go to catch New York’s #1 criminals?
Warnings: Violence, language, possible smut, Mob actions ??
Shout out to @cherryhollands for the amazing moodbaord for this fic!!!!
Tom found himself pacing back and forth checking and re checking his watch. The minutes kept ticking by and still no sign of her. As the door creaks open and a annoyed Harrison pokes his head in the quite room and gives Tom a wordless look of inquiry. The now impenitent boy doesn’t answer Harrison instead turns to look at the plain wall that only holds a large mural of his grandfather on it. Scratching the back of his head letting a sigh escape his chapped lips. When the door shuts he pulls his phone from his breast pocket of the tailored suit and dials her. The ringing becomes annoying before her voice rings through, but only of her voicemail. He hangs up harshly and sets is phone on the shelf above the fire place leaning his hands against it and sighing. She’s ruining this day, the day that would make history for the Holland’s and the Osterfeild’s. He stands straight up and adjusts his tie turning to exit the room and greet the guests with disappointing news. News he’ll have to take the fall for.
Y/n finds herself sat at her overly organized desk at the station. She’s been biting her nails down to the nubs, she can’t bring herself to stop the tick even though it’s begun to be painful. Nerves and guilt spiral throughout her body leaving her stomach in knots and her leg bouncing up and down underneath the desk. She can hardly type the report that’s due by 4 o’clock. A report that will boost her career and her standing with the department. A report the mayor is waiting to congratulate her on. As she sighs and takes another sip of her unneeded iced coffee she reads from the beginning of the report, as she does so the words play in her head reliving the events leading up to this moment as if it were a movie.
A/N: Feedback please!! If mob aus are ded pls tell me I’ll delete lol
Tagging mutuals for support: @beautiful-holland @lovelyh0lland @secretly-spider-man @quitetommy @nasa-parker @petalparker
Summary: Y/n Clark couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of being out of her element. She couldn’t fight the battle between what to say and what not to say. She would’t dare offend her new employer's son. The need to help her family since her father’s job loss kept her here. Tom Holland was a rather sarcastic fellow, who wouldn’t be in this state. But as his true colors are shown & Y/n becomes determined to show him that life is still lovable, feeling start to blossom.
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: Based off the film Me Before You (hence the title) Tom is au as Will Trainer’s character so he is paralyzed from the waist down. I do not own any rights to the film or to the actors.
“Look at me please. Please look at me.” He whispers. You can feel the the vibrations of his chest as he speaks and the soft thud of his heart beat.
“I can’t.” Your voice cracks as the tears are already fastly cascading down your cheeks. You don’t want to move, you don’t want time to keep ticking along. All you want to think about is him. About the memories the last six months have brought with Tom. With the snarky remarks and the lazy days inside. You didn’t want to be in reality in the present but wanted to relive the past.
“Come on darlin. I want to see your face, even if it’s all red and blotchy.” He speaks again and a painful laugh falls from your lips as you sit up and let him see you. His brown eyes scan over your features and the pain in his chest, a different pain that what he’s felt ever since the accident. It’s an emotional pain he can’t bear. All he does is try to lean in closer toward you. He can’t do much but you know him well enough and lean in closing he gap. The kiss is soft and filled with love, almost making this situation worse. You know he loves you. And he knows too well how much you love him. Your soft cheeks touch his and you can feel the soft stubble coming back. The memory plays in your head when you first talked him into shaving, it was your first intimate moment with him. And you didn’t even know how important it’d become to you. You shake the sad thoughts and get lost in the kiss.
Tom Holland has never in his life met someone quite like you. So full of life and so eager to smile. Maybe it was the first meeting when he pulled his jaw weird and held his eyes wide open as he moaned like he was dying. His test he’d pulled on all the people his mother tried to hire. You didn’t look appalled just confused. And you still held a smile, even if it looked more painful to hold you did it. Just like you’re doing as you look at him right now, holding a smile even if you’d rather not.
Tom has never had a girl be so invested in his life, in keeping him alive than you have. When you waltzed in the room that day in what seemed like a costume more than an outfit he honestly found himself laughing. The horses spread across your attire held so many sarcastic comments but the joy in your eyes as you explained the day to him. He couldn’t say them. He went for you. Even when he could walk he hated walking into the stadium to bet on horses and sit for hours in the hot sun only for the chances to hardly be in his families favor.
When you showed up with the symphony tickets Tom realized he actually was taking a liking to the girl with colorful outfits who didn’t do much but work and spend time with her family. When you entreated the room that night an Harrison, his nurse, let out a wowza, he knew as soon as he laid his chocolate eyes on you he’d be falling fast. And he was right. The red dress laid beautifully on your figure and there was the 100 watt smile plastered on your face. He’d wanted to ask if your cheeks ever hurt from all the smiling.
“Loose the scarf.” He’d said trying to keep up his wall. He couldn’t be falling in Love he thought to himself.
“Tom Holland, only you would tell a girl how to wear a red dress.” You’d laughed and slid it from around your neck gently. In moments like this you weren’t being cocky or overly confident, it just didn’t register with you that four eyes were on you. The symphony was full when you arrived and Tom couldn’t fully enjoy himself from something pricking his neck. You’d discovered it’s a tag and without any scissors leaned up and bit the tag removing it. The look up surprise on Tom’s face had you chuckle.
“Thank god it wasn’t on your trousers.” You say as the show begins. Tom then realizes maybe you just don’t care what people think, you’re just truly you. And that is a lovable quality.
The wedding invitation may open on the table. Tom’s old work make was marrying his ex girlfriend. The girlfriend he’d pushed away after the accident. He’d invited to take you somewhere. A third date with Tom. The boy you couldn’t deny the feelings growing. As you determined to make his life so amazing he’d want to keep it, you agreed to go. While there he called you beautiful for the first time. A memory you’d always cherish.
“Why don’t you say you give me a whirl.” You surprise him with suggestion as you say gently on his lap. As he wheels to the dance floor you can help but laugh happily as he spins you in circles.
“Are they all looking on disgusted?” He asks with a laugh of his own. It’s deep in his belly and you can feel it’s a true laugh. You nod still laughing but not breaking eye contact wit him.
“Take me away, let’s go somewhere just you and I.” Another suggestion from your lips that shocks him. He didn’t think he could have a girl have feelings for him in this state. Maybe maybe for just a moment you’ve convinced him. That is until the next morning when you return from a night spent in a hotel he came down with a bad case of pneumonia. His fourth case within two years.
You’d planned for two weeks, you’d thought of all the worse case scenarios and even got Harrison on board for this holiday. The Indian Ocean Islands it was. The Holland’s agreed to it and even though they’ve never spoken it they appreciate all your efforts. If anyone could had done it, it would have been you. The holiday was lovely. Tom and you shared your first kiss. It was while a storm was heavy outside and you left the doors open to watch it. It was after a long day on the beach sunbathing. The next day he’d encouraged you to scuba dive. To try new things. And it was then both you and Tom stopped fighting your feelings. It was when Tom confessed about his plans to end his life.
“I know Tom.” You said simply smiling at him as you expected him to explain how he’d changed his mind.
“I gave my parents six months. And when I get back....I’m going to Switzerland.” He surprises you with your words. To hold a smile still would weigh too much. It dropped and tears held heavy in your eyes.
“No no no Tom.” Was all that would slip out. You clung to his chest and let the tears land on his shirt.
“I can’t give you what I should be able to Y/n. Hell I can’t even wipe your tears right now. I can’t vacation with you, I could never be what you deserve. You’ll miss out and I’ll only hold you back.” He tries to start you to understand. You pick up your head shaking it back and forth not caving. You could never agree with this.
“Y/n I can’t even do. God what I wish I could do to you right now, I can’t.” He speaks again after you kiss him softly. A small laugh leaves his lips they’re still close to yours and his hot breath fans across your face.
“No please.” You manage one last time as he continues to try and explain his decision.
At first you were mad. You wouldn’t talk to him or even look at him as you traveled back home. But after speaking with your sister she explained how wrong it would be if you weren’t by his side. He’d ask you come with him well on holiday but you couldn’t bare the thought. But that was past and now reality seeps in. You’re not in his flat or on holiday or at a symphony. You’re laying on his chest in Switzerland as it’s about to happen. As the steady heart beat you feel will soon stop and the love of your life won’t be here to love you back anymore. No more kisses, no more laughs, no more memories.
“I’m going to kidnap you.” You speak after pulling away from the kiss. The kiss that sparked so many thought. He smiles up at you and his heart swells. Y/n Clark always one to stay positive in the worst of situations. Always one to make jokes. Always one to still be able to smile while crying.
“Where will we go?” Tom questions wishing he could run his hand down your back to calm you down and wipe the endless tears from your eyes. He could even come to the conclusion of self loathing because he couldn’t do that for you, he can’t do anything for you. And that is what helps him to not change his mind. You don’t deserve this kind of life.
“Paris.” You answer. The one word sentence doesn’t need more detail. He knows the reference. As he squeezes his eyes shut he imagines the two of you sitting across from each other in those chairs that never sit level on the pavement. It’s hot out but there’s a nice breeze. As you both sip your cups of strong coffee and spread raspberry jam with unsalted butter on a fresh croissant. He’d find himself reaching a hand across the table to hold yours and all the pretty french girls trying to give him the eye he’d ignore. He’d only look at you with love and adoration and happiness. Even though in his mind he was facing you, he had no doubt your legs would be clad in the bumblebee striped tights. A smile is held on his face, his eyes closed. And that is how he spends his last moments. You in his arms, the feeling of your breath on his chest and the thought of Paris with you outside his favorite cafe.
A/N: Okay so this isn’t my best I just love this movie ok like I wish I wrote this movie tbh
Pairing: Fuckboy!Tom Fuckboy!Harrison x OC!Valerie
Summary: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfeild are Lakeview High’s biggest rivals. They go head to head in anything and everything. They fight for football captain, chairman of the student union, the highest marks, you name it, they make it a competition. But one thing they’ve been tied in since junior year; how many girls’ V-cards they’ve happily cashed in. So what happens when Valerie Black starts senior year at Lakeview and just so happens to be, the last virgin standing.
