Summary:You and Tom are working as love interests in a new Scorsese film, essentially leading to be love interests in real life
A/N:This is technically chapter one! Thanks for all the support on the prologue I’m glad heaps of you enjoyed it! I also wasn’t really planning on doing a taglist for this fic but a lot of people requested to be on it so I ended up making one (it’s below the cut at the bottom). If you’d like to be on it just send me a message or leave a comment on pretty much any Silent Britain post. Thanks for the support again!!!!!!
This chapters a bit of a slow-burn but next chapter get much more interesting. Please go read the prologue first, this chapter will make much more sense if you do. It’s linked down below in the masterlist.
Theitalics in this story are the readers thoughts!
And there goes the explosion. “I need to pull over. I’m about to have a stroke.”
The next two weeks truly flew by. You were partly happy, because you couldn’t wait to fly out to California and meet everyone, but it did also heighten your nerves. You did as much research as you could about Britain in the 70’s, even taking time to go see your grandparents who were conveniently alive at the time. But, by their description of the decade you could tell they must’ve been on some crazy drug back then, I guess that’s a pretty big tell of what the 70’s were like anyway.
“I promise you’re gonna do such an amazing job, I’m always just a phone call or text away if you need me, (Y/N/N).” Evie sung, pulling you into the tightest embrace.
“I know, Eve. I’m gonna miss you so much.” You pouted. To make life a little easier for yourself, you’d decided to fly out to California and stay there until production started, which was set to be in about a month. That way you didn’t have to fly there, then home, then there again, considering it was a twelve hour flight, and God, you hated flying.
“You are going to be incredible, my darling girl.” Your mum stated, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She knew she wouldn’t be able to see you for a while so she’d come over to send you off.
“Thanks mum. I love you heaps and I’ll call you when I get there.” You were incredibly close with your mum. She had always been such a huge support system for you and your career, you always credited any success you had to her.
And with that, you were in the car being driven to the airport.
~
The twelve hour flight had taken your physical and mental battery down to about 0. Even up in First Class all you did was read your script over and over, and panic. As well as getting some time to watch The Departed, one of Scorsese’s incredibly well done films. Unfortunately, instead of enjoying it, you essentially studied it. Fortunately, you got to use your ‘Taxi Driver’ notebook. Is this slightly obsessive? You studied how DiCaprio and Nicholson delivered their lines, and how often the sets changed, and all the camera angles. God, you’re purposely trying to freak yourself out now.
Touching down in California was nice. The first thing you really noticed was the heat. It was July, so it was the middle of summer, and in California it got hot. Of course, you weren’t complaining, this meant nice air conditioning on set, as well as good weather to work with in production. Yea, that would be the only thing I think about.
An older looking gentleman stood at the arrival gate with a sign that read (Y/L/N) in bulk letters. You quickly went over to greet him. Lazily, you strolled out to the large SUV, trying to get as much time on your feet as possible after the long flight. You’d seen photos, and heard horror stories of actors being mobbed at airports, with fans even waiting at the arrival gates all day to catch a glimpse of their favourite celebrity. That never happened to you, but you tried to be much more thankful than jealous. Large crowds weren’t really your forte.
“How was your flight, Miss (Y/L/N)?” Your driver politely asked, turning on the engine of the car.
“It wasn’t too bad. It just felt super long,” you chuckled, sluggishly.
“Well, at least you’re back on solid ground now.” He smiled through the rear-vision mirror.
“Yea, very happy to be. Out of curiosity, are you picking up any other members of the cast?” You peered up, knowing this man likely worked for the studio.
“Indeed, I am. I picked up Jude Law yesterday morning, and Daniel Craig and Rachel Weisz last night.” He responded,
“Huh, and what’re they like?”
“Well, Mr Law was very friendly, we ended up chatting most of the way to the hotel. And Mr Craig and Mrs Weisz seemed lovely, but I didn’t talk with them very much. They were a little more closed off.” He continued, you simply nodding to his words, “And I believe I’m picking up a Mr Holland much later tonight.”
“Oh, right. Busy day for you then.”
“Well, it’s just the usual.” And with that, you stopped talking. Your mind wandered off the small talk. God almighty, it’s gonna be a fucking long night tonight. You thought, simply just processing all the things you knew you had to organise before tomorrow. The ride to the hotel didn’t seem like a very long one, or maybe it was? Maybe you’d zoned out to an entire different reality and didn’t notice time passing, either way you made it to the Four Seasons and checked in with no trouble at all.
It was pretty much exactly what you’d expect from the Four Seasons. A small, spacious living area, with a large, grey L-shaped couch, and a big-screen TV. A small kitchen to the left, that you’re sure wouldn’t be able to make more than a bowl of pasta. A bedroom off in a separate room, with a bed that was far too big for one person. And an Asylum-white bathroom with a bathtub that was going to make your stay here muchbetter.Looks like this is home for the next month. Being apart of the Hollywood scene, you got kind of used to hotel rooms becoming a second home. The amount of time you spent essentially having to tour around California for filming, staying in different hotels with similar-looking hotel rooms just became second nature.
First point of action; now that you’d touched down and gotten comfortable, was to call your mother. She’d slowly figured out how to worry less about you, now that you were older and had figured your life out a bit more, but she was still always going to be a mother.
The phone only rang twice before she picked up. “Hey, mum.” You greeted,
“Hi, love! I’m glad you’re safe and well, how was your flight?”
“Long. But the hotel’s really nice.” You responded, letting your body fall back onto the king-sized bed.
“Did you watch any movies?”
“Yea, I watched The Departed.”
“Oh, that’s a bit of a grim film, love.” Your mum stated, being as motherly as ever.
You chuckled a bit, “wait until you see the film I’m about to be in.”
“Did you get any sleep on the plane? And how was the food?”
“Yea, the food was really nice, it was like a salmon and couscous thing. And no, I didn’t really get any sleep, but I didn’t really try too, I kinda had a lot of other things to do.” You spoke.
“Well, you need to make sure you get some sleep tonight. And you let me know if you need anything at all!” Your mother conveyed
“Thanks, mum. And I promise everything is going fine, I’m fine. And I’ll let you know how the cast meet up and rehearsals go.” You returned. And with her best wishes, your mother hung up. That left you lying there, your body slightly sunken into the soft mattress of the Four Seasons bed. Almost every celebrity you’d met had told you to not search your own name on the internet. They always told you you’d find some very unfavourable things, but if you didn’t go looking for it you wouldn’t find it. So with that excellent mentality, you searched your name.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N). It took only seconds to type and click enter. The first article talked about the upcoming film. I guess the news already broke. It was probably leaked purposely for publicity, you didn’t care either way.
Upcoming Scorsese Film to have Star-Filled Line Up, Signing Hopkins, Hardy, Bale, and (Y/L/N).Being called a star was quite nice. It always shocked you just a little bit, knowing that people knew your name. Knowing that you’d actually becomenews. This is what you’d wanted for a long time though, to be a movie-star. You read further into the article.
‘Scorsese’s latest film to centre around 1970’s British Mob family, the Bakers. No news on the initial release date, however official members of the cast include Tom Hardy, Anthony Hopkins, Christian Bale, and (Y/N) (Y/L/N).’ The article showed photos of the four of you, including a photo of Scorsese. At least they picked a nice picture.
‘If this mobster film is anything like we’ve seen in the past from Scorsese, we can expect a stunning and vivid look at the ugliness and volatile nature of true Gangster films. Potentially even a few Academy Awards if Scorsese continues his war-path of masterly crafted cinema.’ You even chuckled at that last line, the Academy Awards. You’d attended the Emmys last year and that was the highlight of your life. If you were at the Oscars you’d probably spontaneously combust. You flicked your phone off and threw it to the other side of the bed, lying patiently in the quickly setting Californian sun. Am I supposed to feel this overwhelmed? You simply sat with your thoughts for a few moments, knowing that nothing was going to be the same after this film. Martin Scorsese essentially started Robert De Niro’s career in Taxi Driver, same with Jodie Foster. Not to mention Al Pacino’s career starting in a 70’s gangster film too. Each of these actors now being multi-award winning, millionaires. I don’t think I could function being that famous.
Once you’d finished basking in the glory and horror of it all, you sorted out your clothes from all of your luggage, and headed to bed. It was probably still too early to be in bed, but you’d had no sleep on the flight and just wanted to rest, especially for the chaos of tomorrow.
~
That all-too-familiar noise of your phone alarm ripped you back into consciousness. Surprisingly, you’d slept like the dead last night. You thought the panic and nerves would’ve kept you up, or disrupted your sleep, but thankfully it was actually very peaceful. Wonder how long that’s gonna last. Everything you did during the morning was mechanical. Having a shower, getting dressed, doing your hair and make-up. It was all just simply going through the motions while your mind ticked away. You tried to remember every part of the script, while also going over today’s encounters. Am I supposed to act like a fan of these actors? Or do I act super cool? Like I don’t care?
Your gaze rested upon your figure in the mirror. Wearing a casual pair of jeans, a regular t-shirt, with your favourite Nikes. Along with bits and pieces of jewellery that fitted. Do I look too plain? Like one of the million assistants on set? Was everyone else going to be dressed up? What sort of cast meet up is this? It was 9:00 am, so regardless of your racing thoughts, you didn’t have any time to change. You grabbed your hand-bag, script, and note-book and went downstairs to get into the car the studio had sent, and with that you were on the long drive to set. Neither you or the driver talked to each other, you partly blamed yourself for not initiating conversation. Your mum would’ve been upset with you. ‘No matter how famous you get, my darling, you’re not allowed to look down on others. You can never think of yourself as better than others. You’ll always be a regular person, who makes mistakes, and does great things. Always, always be kind.’ She’d always lecture you. God, you’d kill to have your family here with you.
The SUV pulled up to the lot, getting access to the private area where the meet-up was happening. You made sure to thank the driver before you met up with a shorter, plumper lady, who obviously seemed like she was expecting you by her greeting.
“Welcome to the studio, (Y/N). My name’s Angela, I’m the production manager for Silent Britain.” She spoke, the Californian accent very prominent in her voice.
“Nice to meet you.” You responded,
“It’s nice to meet you too, if you could just follow me, I’ll take you to the room where everyone’s meeting.” She said with a smile.
“Sounds good.” Angela walked you to the huge garage-type room. Well, it wasn’t actually a room, it was just an empty stage on the lot. The 12 ft tall garage-like door was open to let natural light illuminate it. It was full of people, most of whom you’d never seen in your life. Everyone from the special effects men, to the boom mic operators, to the assistant director were packed in. Luckily it was a huge area. Angela told you to follow her further, taking you to a separated room down the other end of the stage. This was the room full of actors. God, we’re pretentious. Needing a whole other room to ourselves. Not only did it have the main actors, it had quite a few background actors. Which, admittedly, you were slightly thankful for. If it was just the main actors you’d be the least famous person in the room, and that’s never the best feeling.
Angela let you know that the meeting would be happening very soon. By meeting, she essentially meant the presentation about the film, and how production was going to work and such. And with that flow of information, she left. Leaving you to fend for yourself in a room full of actors.
Who the fuck am I supposed to talk too? Why does everyone seem to know someone already? “Hiya!” A loud, high pitched noise rang behind you. You turned on your heel to see a slightly shorter girl with long, wavy brunette hair.
“Hi?” You returned, not sure if she was mistaking you for someone she knew.
“I’m Allison.” She introduced, extending her hand out.
“Oh, right. I’m (Y/N).” You smiled back, shaking her hand.
“Yea, I’ve actually seen you in quite a few films before. It’s really nice to meet you.”
“Wow, I’m really not used to actually being recognised.” You somewhat laughed, feeling some of the tension leave your shoulders.
“You’re playing the lead role in this film though, aren’t you?” She queried.
“Yea, Elizabeth Baker. I’m still not entirely sure how I landed that. Do you mind if I ask who you’re playing?” You responded.
“Of course! I’m playing Donna, which is one of Lizzie’s school friends.” She explained. It was only a very minor role, with maybe one line of dialogue. But she seemed happy enough to be here.
“Oh, well, thanks for introducing yourself. Now I’ll finally know someone on set.” You joked.
“Do you not know the other actors already?”
“Honestly, no. I haven’t really had the chance to meet anyone yet.”
“You should go over and introduce yourself. You’re the lead role! And maybe you could introduce me to some of them.” She laughed, trying to slightly play off the words she just said. Ah, lovely. Someone trying to use me to their advantage.
“Hm.” You simply smiled. “I think I’ll just grab a coffee first, then maybe I’ll socialise.” You added, taking almost no time to venture away from her.
You moved towards the small tables set up with coffee, tea, water and small snacks. You couldn’t help but notice the divide in the room. There was the big-time actors to one side of the room, and the lesser-known, mainly extras to the other side. You also couldn’t help but notice that you stood on the extras side of the room. In the moment you didn’t particularly care. You spent time fiddling away with the sugar packets, not even making a coffee as you thought about your next move. You needed to go introduce yourself, to at least one person you were going to be acting beside. But who were you supposed to choose? I bet Daniel Craig wasn’t this nervous introducing himself. Fuck, I wouldn’t be if I was James Bond.
Without thinking past James Bond, you walked over to the ‘A-list’ actor area. Fuck it, I’m the greatest. It’s an absolute pleasure to meet me. You repeated, entirely trying to sike yourself up. Daniel Craig, Michael Fassbender, Christian Bale, and Rachel Weisz stood in a small group, chatting amongst themselves. Oh, this is definitely the most threatening group. You thought, diving straight in.
“Hi there,” You interrupted, “I just wanted to introduce myself, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You spoke, confidently. Good thing I’m such a good actor.
“Nice to meet you,” Michael responded, his Irish accent thick as he spoke. Daniel, Rachel, and Christian all introduced themselves after, breaking into a conversation about Martin Scorsese.
“I actually haven’t had the chance to meet him. Not properly at least.” You stated, referring back to your audition were you simply spoke in front of him, without him engaging in much conversation.
“He’s great. He’s incredibly intelligent at what he does, but he is really fast paced. He seems to constantly be thinking about the next thing to do.” Daniel began speaking, “But try not to be nervous, he’s pretty good at sensing nerves.” He smirked. Awesome.
“As if the cast wasn’t intimidating enough.” You joked, earning a chuckle from the group. The five of you continued to discuss past acting experiences, and working together on other films and such, with yourself not having much to bring to the conversation. Simply being happy enough to stand with these four god-like actors.
Angela seemingly appeared out of nowhere in front of the crowd of actors, earning a hush amongst the group. She began by thanking everyone for being here, and introducing herself once again as the production manager. She explained the outline of what was going to happen, and when production was due to start, most information of which you’d received in emails earlier. All and all, it was a very quick meeting. I guess it was more about getting to meet everyone. Angela finished her statement and the crowd sparked conversation again, most of the background actors dispersing off. As you were about to say your goodbyes, a smaller, younger gentleman walked up to where you and your newly formed actor friends stood. He handed each of you a small envelope.
“These are from Martin, inviting you to dinner with him tonight. All the information is on the letters. Please RSVP as soon as possible.” He stated, scuttling off to the next group.
“The theatrics,” Christain stated, waving the envelope, “that’s very Scorsese.” He finished.
“Who was that kid?” You asked Michael,
“Would’ve been Martins PA, probably.” He replied, opening his letter. You shrugged and opened yours. The beautiful calligraphy hit you first, each letter individually addressed to each actor. By the looks of it, the main cast of about 12 of you were invited, along with the higher up crew members. It was being held at his property in Hollywood. Well, this should be fun.
“I guess we’ll see you all there.” Daniel stated, earning a cheer of goodbyes from the rest of you as him and Rachel walked off.
“I better head off too,” You smiled, leaving Michael and Christain behind you as you strolled towards the door, continuing to read over your letter. The handwritten note occupied so much of your thought, that you’d forgotten to look where you were walking. All of a sudden, you were stumbling straight into someone’s torso. The first sense to hit you was the scent, the only way you could think to describe it was the smell of the wealthy. It was an incredible cologne that you could only imagine A-listers would wear.
“Sorry, love.” His voice sung, the thick British accent very apparent. His larger hands came up to grab your shoulders, steadying your body. His grip was firm against you arms. You could feel the heat of his hands through the thin material of your shirt. You couldn’t help but notice the veins slightly bulging from his tanned forearms. You face moved up so your gaze aligned with his. Brunette curls, light brown eyes, glowing smile, a jawline that looked like it was carved from stone.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was walking.” You awkwardly laughed as Toms taller frame stood right in front of you. Do not freak out.
“Don’t worry about it.” He responded, “I was meaning to come meet you earlier, but I got a little caught up. I’m Tom, by the way.” He added, his grin not leaving his face. Yea, I fucking know.
“It’s nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N).” You replied, politely.
“Yea, I’m actually a bit of a fan. I’ve seen some of your work in the past, I’m really glad you got this role.” He added.
“Oh, wow. I thought we we’re going to play it cool, but I’m a huge fan of yours too. I love all the Marvel stuff.” You broke out of your ‘big-time actor’ persona. He chuckled at your comment.
“I see you got an invite, too.” He pointed down at your letter, holding his in his hand too.
“Oh yea. Have you ever done this sort of thing before? Like this whole dinner with the cast thing?”
“Yea, a few times actually. Robert Downey Jr loved doing this stuff for the Marvel cast.” He returned, “with the directors, and the crew and everyone.”
“Right, well I’ve never done all this before. It’s pretty crazy.”
“Yea, I know. The cast of this movie is fucking insane. I’ve never seen so many stars in one room, honestly.” Tom acknowledged. “You seem like you’re holding it all together pretty well.”
“No, I’m just a really good actor, internally I’m absolutely freaking out.” You stated in a joking manner, earning a laugh from Tom. I mean, it’s true.
“That’s great practice for the film them.” He replied, his eyes looking deeper into yours. You could almost feel your knees turning to jelly.
“I’m so sorry to leave you stranded like this, but I really need to get back to my hotel and sort my shit out for this dinner tonight.” You spoke, truthfully.
“Oh, yea. I should probably go do the same. I guess I’ll see you there.”
“Yes, you will. It was really nice to meet you, Tom.” You expressed, your hand moving to rest against his bicep as you cocked your head with a smile. He returned the good-bye and you waltzed out of the stage. Your heart was pumping in your throat and you had to bite down on your lip to suppress your awfully huge grin. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.
Summary:You and Tom are working as love interests in a new Scorsese film, essentially leading to be love interests in real life
A/N:Sorry, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted! Anyway, this is basically going to be a whole series. I have no idea how many parts it’ll be, and I’ll be updating at least every two weeks (but I’ll aim to update it weekly!) I thought it was kind of a fun idea so essentially in the film Tom plays a bad-boy mob members son, while the reader plays the opposing mob members daughter. Please enjoy! (This chapter is a bit of a slow-burn, but it’s essentially just setting up the plot and everything!)
Also, all the italics in this story are the readers thoughts!
The uncomfortably loud alarm buzzed through your tired mind. A glance to your left told you it was 7:00 am. Time to get up. One arm reached out to turn your alarm off, while the other went to wipe your eyes as they opened sluggishly, adjusting to the illumination in your bedroom that crept through the blinds. Wasting no time, you moved your body from your large bed and stumbled your way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, no music playing, no TV’s on, signalling to you that your roommate/best friend, Evie, hadn’t woken up yet.
The thick script left on the dining table caught your attention. It was for an upcoming, untitled Nolan film. You’d been asked to read the script to audition, however you only made it about half-way through it last night. Looks like thats on today’s agenda.
Acting was your absolute passion. You’d been lucky enough to start your acting career about 4 years ago, acting in 2-3 bigger films, every-so-often working alongside a well known celebrity. Working alongside Robert Pattinson in dramatic indie film was pretty cool, considering you’d grown up around all the Twilight hype. Playing Brad Pitt’s daughter in another film was also a big moment in your career. Not to mention your recent role in the Emmy award winning show Big Little Lies really helping define who you were as an actress. Ever since then you’d been asked to audition for quite a few more roles. Shockingly, it actually took a bit of a turn on you. People recognised you more often, which meant it was harder to leave the house. It also meant you started comparing yourself to other actors your age, to which you never thought you’d live up too. Being rich and famous really wasn’t all it was cut out to be.
While mindlessly making breakfast, your phone began buzzing on the hard, marble bench top. It was your agent, Melissa.
“Hey, Mel.” You quickly answered,
“Morning, (Y/N), how’re you doing?” Her thick American accent sung through the phone. Melissa was from California. You weren’t, you were born and bred in England, and you’d continued living just outside of London throughout your career. It was just much easier having an agent closer to the action of Hollywood.
“Good, I’m a little tired, it’s like seven AM over here.” You responded,
“Well it’s 11 at night over here, but I’ve just received some fantastic news and I couldn’t wait to tell you.”
“You’ve got my attention.” You chuckled slightly, leaning down to rest on the kitchen bench, ready to intently listen to whatever Melissa had to say.
“You remember that Scorsese film you auditioned for a while back, Silent Britain?”
Oh my god. “Yea, of course I remember, what about it?” Your palms became clammy and your voice shook slightly.
“You’ve been offered the role! You’re playing Elizabeth Baker!”
Your head immediately fell to your hands. You were just unbelievably over-joyed, you didn’t even know what to say. This would undoubtedly be your biggest role to date. “Mel, oh my god, this is such huge news, I really didn’t think I’d get it. This is so, so, so incredible.” You stood and began pacing the kitchen.
“It gets even better, guess who else is already signed on?”
“Who?”
“Tom Hardy is playing your father, Anthony Hopkins is playing your grandfather,” Your jaw had already hit the floor at this point, “Chrisitan Bale is also signed on, and Jude Law’s set to play one of the detectives.”
“Melissa, holy fuck.” You paused, “holy fuck. This- that’s so many actors, incredible actors-”
“And there’s plenty more to be signed on. So I’m assuming you’d like the role?”
“Of course I’d like the role!”
“I’m sending through all the paper-work and details for you to flick through, I’ll also mail over a script ASAP so you can go through the whole thing. You’ll have to fly out here in about 2 weeks for the initial meet up with Martin and the cast, so I’ll book that in now, and we can work out the rest of the details when you’re here, how’s that sound?” Melissa explained quickly,
“Yea, yea that sounds perfect, when’s filming set to start?”
“It says mid-June, which is in two months, if all the actors have been accounted for by that time.”
“Okay, I’ll get all my shit sorted out and I’ll see you in two weeks! Thanks so much Mel.”
And with that, the two of you hung up. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. A fucking Gangster Scorsese film. It doesn’t get better than that. That’s peak-of-the-career shit right there. Everything you did the rest of that day was purely in order to be organised for your flight. You hadn’t been this excited since you landed the role of Reece Witherspoon’s daughter in Big Little Lies. After screaming in pure bliss with Evie about the news, you went to your nearest shopping centre to get any possible supplies you may need. Shampoo, conditioner, dry shampoo, toothpaste, a power board, a charging cable, new comfortable clothes, not that you really needed anymore, new nicer clothes, not that you fucking needed anymore, the list went on. Evie even came with you, as if your impulse control wasn’t already low, Evie made it plumet, suggesting you needed every second thing she laid her eyes on. You even bought a notepad with the Taxi Driver movie poster on the cover because Scorsese directed that too, and it’ll be funny incase I ever need to take notes.
You shut the boot of your car, hopping into the driver’s seat next to where Evie sat comfortably in the passenger’s seat.
“So who else is in the film? Besides Venom, Hannibal Lecter, Batman, and John Watson.” Evie smirked at her own joke,
“Ha ha. Very funny.” You stated, pulling out of the car park. “That’s all I know about at the moment, here” you passed her your phone, “check my emails, I might’ve gotten an update.” Evie took the phone from your hands and held it to your face to unlock it.
“Melissa Bradd sent another email, with attached file, more details…” Evie muttered, mainly to herself as she opened the document. “Hmm, Anthony Hopkins, Tom Hardy, you-” Evie gasped heavily.
“What, what is it?” You quickly interjected.
“I’m going to shit my pants, I’m gonna actually die right here, right now-”
“Evie, what the fuck!? What is it?!” You almost wanted to pull over the car.
“Timothee Chalamet is playing Joseph Baker, your brother!” She practically shrieked. Christ. Obviously you adored Timothee’s work, he was incredible and so devoted, but Evie absolutely adored him, for a long time now.
“Oh my god,” you uttered, just above a whisper. Reacting to not only Evies reaction, but also that another big name was going to be on screen beside you. “Anyone else?”
“It doesn’t even fucking matter who else is in it!” Evie sung, flailing her arms in the air.
“Evie, who else is in it!” You repeated, feeling a little on edge. Her gaze returned back to the phone screen, her excitement still clearly coursing through her veins.
“So far, Finn Wolfhard is set to play your younger brother, and Michael Fassbender and Christian bale are signed on as your uncles,” She read.
It was at this moment, your hands really started shaking. You tried gripping the wheel as tightly as you could, but it honestly felt like most of the blood in your body was vanishing, you didn’t seem to have control over much of anything, especially not your breathing. Evie looked over at you.
“Hey, (Y/N/N), you okay? You’re kind of looking a bit pale.” She spoke quietly,
“That’s a lot of big actors, Evie.” You responded, your mouth entirely dry.
“Yea, but you’re a big actor too, you know. You’ve been in some big films!” She lightly tried to reassure you.
“Eve, I’ve been a background character in like 3 big films.” You peered over to her, quickly returning your glare back to the road.
“You’re in Big Little Lies, that’s a big show.”
“I’m a daughter, I’m not a main character at all. This movie, I’m a fucking huge character in this movie. This movie practically fucking revolves around me, Tom Hardy, and Hopkins.” Your voice elevated as you spoke.
“Let’s just get home, and then we can talk it all through.” Evie said calmly, clearly not paying much mind to what you’d just said. You nodded in response. And, as if on cue, your phone chimed.
“What was it?” As you asked, Evie began scrolling through your phone.
“Another email from Melissa.”
“And?…”
“A couple more actors signed on.”
“And?…” Your head was far too close to exploding.
“Well, Rachel Weisz is playing your mum, and Daniel Craig is another uncle,” Evie was speaking softly, “Idris Elba is a detective, and- uhm- Tom Holland is your love interest…”
And there goes the explosion. “I need to pull over. I’m about to have a stroke.”
Summary: You play the role of supportive girlfriend at the Far From Home premiere with your long time boyfriend, Tom.
A/N: This wasn’t requested, but after watching the stream of the Far From Home premiere I decided to write a little about it!
Word Count: 2,657
Warning:Some swearing, that’s it! bit of fluff too
You’d touched down in Los Angeles around 2 hours ago. Those 2 hours were mainly filled with hair dressers, make-up artists, and designers, along with small happy moments with your boyfriend. You hadn’t seen him in almost 3 weeks, but your flight was delayed from London so you arrived late. Meaning you had to start getting ready for the premiere the minute you made it to the hotel.
You sat in a large hotel room, Zendaya was sitting to your right, getting her make-up finished. Tom was slightly behind you, Law making him try on a variety of glasses. While Jacob was on the other side of the room, sitting on his phone with Harry next to him. The room was filled with laughter and talking from the cast, all of them extremely hyped up for tonights big moment.
Your make-up artist turned away for a few moments to rummage through her supplies. Tom waltzed over to you and stood next to you.
“What’d you think?” He asked, eyebrows raised while doing a cute little pose in his outfit.
“Maroon is definitely your colour, Tommy.” You smiled, looking up at him. His soft brown eyes looked down at you through the thin lenses of the glasses.
“I know.” He joked, he began to lower himself down, about to give you a peck before the make-up artist swatted him away.
“Don’t you dare, Tom. The lipstick isn’t dry yet.” She stated, earning a loud laugh from you and Zendaya, along with a big pout from Tom.
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A large group of you all met down in the lobby of the hotel. There wasn’t really any fans lingering around considering everyone was at the premiere. The group split up and all jumped in different black Audi SUV’s to make your way to the premiere. The particular car you jumped in with Nikki and Tom was decked out with webs painted all over the car, along with a large image of Spider-Man, which you all laughed over.
Tom was clearly nervous, his leg bounced and bounced, shaking against yours. You calmly put your hand on his thigh. “It’s okay. You’ve done this before and you can do it again. You’re a pro babe.” You spoke softly. He turned to face you and smiled.
“I’m just so nervous, and excited. It’s just a lot to process y’know. I feel like I’ve been waiting for months and the moments here. Right now.” He stammered.
“And like (Y/N) said, you’re going to nail it.” Nikki stated. The three of you continuing to chat to aid in easing Toms nerves.
The car finally pulled up to the premiere. The road was barricaded off, with seemingly thousands of fans shoved against the metal fences. You looked on in awe. Being an actress, you’d been to many premieres, you even had the joy of going to the Avengers Endgame premiere, but this was on a new level. It was absolutely huge.
The car pulled to a stop and the three of you got out. A roar of screaming and shouting waved over you. Everyone was very excited to see Tom. You quietly moved towards Harry, Harrison, and Sam, who had arrived only moments earlier. Tom took a moment to wave at all the fans, only causing the screaming to escalate.
“How fucking crazy is this?” Sam stated, almost having to yell even though he stood right next to you.
“Homecoming was nowhere near this big.” Harrison replied.
“It’s because they heard I was coming, people love me.” Harry laughed, earning a punch from his twin and a chuckled from yourself and Harrison. You turned around to see Tom walking towards the fans. You genuinely thought some of the fans might pass out by the looks on their faces.
“I’m so proud of him.” Nikki spoke, not really to anyone in particular. She was definitely having a mum moment. Tom was surrounded by a team of security guards, more than usual. It always made you slightly nervous. You looked away, turning towards the set up of the premiere. You and Harrison chatted about the gigantic Spider-Man in the middle of the walkway, and about how many fans there were. You were interrupted as Tom finally made his way back to you.
His hand grabbed you waist, yourself and his family in a little huddle with security guards circling you.
“This is fucking insane!” Tom shouted, his grip on your hip tightening.
“We have to move in.” A security guard told the cluster of you. You very quickly grabbed Toms face, giving him a smooth kiss that he happily reciprocated.
“Go to the front.” You smiled. He looked down at you, completely in awe. For that very split second, you felt like the screaming stopped. All the buzz happening around you stopped and the two of you gazed at each other. The bright sun accentuating his sharp features. This was his night, and you were so unbelievably proud of him.
“I love you.” He softly grinned.
“I love you too, Tommy.”
He moved to the front of the pack and you snuck in between Sam and Harrison. It was a good thing you were used to premieres, otherwise this would’ve definitely been too much for you to handle.
You all made your way through the ‘red carpet’. It was completely bustling with people that you’d never seen before. Everyones phones out taking a thousand different photos. Tom had made his way over to the first interview of the night. A roar of Toms name began as he was speaking, and you couldn’t see his face in the moment, but you could imagine the giant grin he would’ve been wearing. You and Tom usually lived in your own little bubble together. But it was nights like these that truly made you understand the effect he had on people, and just how famous he’d really become over the years.
The crew of you moved down the red carpet following along Tom in the background. He was immediately in the spotlight, photos being taken from every angle. Tuwaine quickly approached you giving you a kiss on the cheek and a sweet greeting. You’d been with Tom for so long now that you quickly became friends with his friends.
“How crazy is this?!” Tuwaine expressed, eyes wide.
“I know bro! It’s fucking mental.” Harry replied,
“Stop swearing so much, Harry.” Nikki quickly interjected, earning a laugh from Sam and yourself.
“You’re spending too much time with Tom, he’s a bad influence.” You joked.
The five of you moved further down the carpet, the swarming crowd attempting to move with you. It was definitely strange not being in the spotlight tonight. It wasn’t bad, but it was just so different.
You all finally made your way under the giant blow-up Spider-Man.
“Dude, the dick on this must be huge.” Harry commented, snark in his voice.
“It’s clearly actual size.” You retorted, trying to hold your composure.
“You’re vulgar!” Sam quickly added. Causing the three of you to laugh out. You’d always got on with the twins so well, and you were endlessly glad that they were here tonight.
Tom suddenly arrived in front of you. “Come.” He said quickly, his hand grabbing yours and dragging you out from your group, without time to reply.
Without a moments notice, you were in the spotlight. Tom’s hand has resumed its usual position around your waist. A smile immediately hit your lips. You would’ve cursed Tom out if you weren’t so used to this.
“How crazy is this?” He spoke, his head still facing the cameras with his usual smouldering look.
“You’re clearly a very popular man, Holland.” You replied. Paparazzi were yelling from every possible angle.
The two of you furthered your way down the carpet. Eventually he branched off, and you returned to the family. He began doing interview after interview. The family and yourself were pushed further towards the barricades and you watched as people took photos of all of you, the twins and Harrison all taking their moments to smile and pose.
After a moment, you noticed an interviewer you recognised. She was from ET and she’d interviewed you a few times for movies before. You quickly swooped over to greet her.
“(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you.” She exclaimed,
“You too, Keltie, how are you?”
“I’m fantastic, do you mind getting an interview with us!”
“You know I’m not in the movie, right?” You joked in response.
“Yea of course! But we love you at Entertainment Tonight and we always love speaking with you!” She grinned from ear to ear.
“Alright, sure, just because I love ET.” You responded.
She made a few motions to get the cameras rolling and everything set up.
“Alright! We’re here with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) at the Spider-Man Far From Home premiere!” She spoke enthusiastically, turning to face you, “obviously you’re here playing the role of supportive girlfriend for tonight, how is it being at a premiere for a movie you’re actually not featuring in for once?” She asked, pointing the camera towards you.
“Well, I’m loving being the supportive girlfriend, it’s definitely a very easy role to play when you’re supporting someone as fantastic as Tom Holland. And it’s kinda nice not having the pressure of the movie on my shoulders, y’know? I can really just relax and enjoy my evening.” You laughed.
“Are you excited to finally see the film?”
“Of course! I’ve always been a Marvel fan and I’m super excited to see where they’re taking the universe in this film, and I’m really excited to see how the movie turned out. I know Tom and the rest of the cast really put their all into the movie and I know it’s going to be absolutely amazing, so I’m super excited.”
“And we saw some Instagram posts last year of you in Venice with the crew, what was it like being on set with everyone?”
“Oh it was amazing! Venice is such an incredible place and I was super lucky to get a break from work to go hang out with everyone for a few days. I’ve known the cast since Homecoming so it’s really just like hanging out with a bunch of my best friends.”
“That’s awesome! And finally, we have to ask, with all the new Spider-Man suits in the film, which suit is your all time favourite!?”
“Some heavy hitting questions here!” You laugh, “I mean, I love the Iron-Spider suit because it just looks so awesome in the films, but honestly I’d really have to say I love the original, like, sweat suit thing that Peter Parker makes. I just think it’s so authentic, like obviously a 15 year-old isn’t going to make a super flash, intricate suit. Like it’s really just a jumper, some sweat pants, and some finger-less gloves, which I think is so hilarious!” You grin as the interviewer laughs along.
“I love that! Thank you so much for talking with us (Y/N)! We’ll let you go continue to smash the supportive girlfriend role!”
“Aw, thank you for having me!” You drift away from the interviewer, noticing Tom’s family had moved further down. You couldn’t even spot Tom. You slowly moved through the crowd, trying your best to stay away from cameras.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! (Y/N)!” People were yelling your name left and right. Another interviewer popped up in front of you, she was someone you’d met before, and she’d interviewed you on very short occasions at other premieres.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)! Do you mind if we steal you for a quick interview?” She asked, politely enough.
“I really didn’t think people would want to interview me, I’m honestly not in this movie at all!” You laughed back, not really wanting to do an interview.
“Of course we want to interview you! You’re the woman of the hour tonight!” She stated back, pitching very hard for an interview.
“Well, I would definitely have to say Zendaya is the woman of the hour, but sure, let’s do a quick interview.” You smiled softly, knowing that it would be a 3 minute interview, and she would stop pestering you if you did.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), it’s so good to see you, you look absolutely stunning tonight!” She complimented, the mic gripped tightly in her hand as the camera filmed the two of you.
“Thank you so much.”
“So, Spider-Man Far From Home, how excited are you?”
“Yea, super excited. I truly do know how hard the cast has worked for this, and I know how much effort and time goes into a Marvel movie, so I’m just really excited to see how the film turns out.” You smiled,
“Do you know much about the movie already?”
“I wish I could say I didn’t, but I do know probably most of it. I think Tom tried to hide it from me for a while, but he just wasn’t good at containing it and ended up telling me pretty much all of the plot. But it’s definitely better that he tells me instead of letting it all out in an interview or something.” You laugh,
“Of course! Oh and speaking of-” She was cut short by someone grabbing your hip, you turned slightly to see Tom behind you,
“She’s getting interviewed! She’s not even in the movie!” A loud British voice joked. He shuffled so he stood next to you, the smooth fabric of his suit against your arm, his palm lightly rubbing your other hip as he held you close. “Hey darling.” He whispered.
“Tom Holland has just joined us! How are you feeling for the premiere tonight!?” Her attention was immediately moved to him.
“I’m so excited! This is huge! I didn’t realise there would be so many people, no one told me how big this was gonna be!” He answer, you watching him with a soft smile.
“How is it having so many people here supporting you?”
“It’s incredible, I mean, pretty much my whole family is here and so many of my mates came tonight, and obviously my beautiful girlfriend is here with me,” he looked at you with loving eyes, “and it’s so nice to share this film with all of them because they’re all obviously my biggest support system, so it’s really nice.”
“And when are we finally going to see a movie with the two of you together?”
You both chuckled at the question, “who knows!” Tom quickly stated,
“At the moment I think we’re happy enough with the off-screen romance, but maybe one day.” You added, with a shrug.
“What’s it like having to see your boyfriend having a romance with someone else on-screen! Obviously with the MJ and Peter romance in this film, is there any jealousy?” As she spoke, you felt Tom gripping you tighter, you even saw his jaw clench out of the corner of your eye.
“Of course there’s jealousy! I’m so jealous that Peter gets to be with MJ! I mean have you seen Zendaya? Have you seenher!? She’s literally the most beautiful person ever! I’d love to get to have an on-screen romance with her!” You joked. You knew the interviewer would want some stupid ‘scoop’ about it all, but you were a seasoned professional at this point. Tom relaxed quickly.
The interviewer laughed along and you two quickly moved away, furthering yourself down the carpet.
“I really, really love you.” Tom whispered, his head right next to yours.
“I really, really love you too, and I’m so proud of you. All this-” you motioned towards the giant red carpet, and fans, and cameras, “you worked so hard for this, and you really deserve it, babe.” You smiled, he grinned back.
hello lovely people!! so, i graduate college in a couple weeks (im not ready) and i wanted to do something on here to celebrate! this blog saw me graduate high school and it’s about to see me graduate college and i’ve made some very lovely memories on here over the years. i’ve decided to do a 2 part celebration, part 2 will come with details soon but part 1 is blurbs!!
my plan is to write these as they come in and post them when i do the second part of the celebration!
also; you do not have to but if you would like, feel free to send requests/prompts from the lists over to my sideblog @naturallykenma!!
Ok so why is it that I’m so fucking attracted to Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan but like I see Tom Holland and I think he’s cute but like nah. I mean I’m almost 20 and would rather get plowed by two guys almost double my age.
another happy birthday to this rockstar… happy birthday river! and i really hope that you’re resting easy and looking down on all of us with a smile on your face :)
we all miss you so much, and words cannot explain how much of an impact you have made on the world and especially the film industry in such a short amount of time.
it’s sad how you left the world but let’s not focus on how you left but what you left, your amazing films and music and all the charities that you worked with.
you’re a true star and we will always have you in our hearts <3 rest easy riv.
WARNING: Might be triggering to some people! Please do not read if this may harm you. No fic is worth your safety.
Ridiculous. That is what you would describe this entire day as. It was nearly midnight and you were finally leaving Flash’s house after finishing your chem lab work. Of course he waited until the night before it was due to invite you over to “help”. His version of helping is sitting beside you talking complete nonsense while you do all of the work. You swore that if your teacher ever assigned the two of you to work together, you were going to just throw him off of the school building. What’s worse is that he didn’t even offer you a ride home afterwards. He seriously expected you to walk home in the dark by yourself. At the time, you were just happy to be leaving his house. But about twenty minutes into your journey, you were drowning in anxiety. Every single sound or slight movement that you heard, you were immediately spraying pepper spray in that direction. Of course it was useless since the trash cans you heard rattle were not a threat, but you couldn’t be too careful.
When you weren’t giving yourself a heart attack, you were thinking up a million ways to murder Flash. Decapitation. Throwing him off a building. Running him over with his own car. The possibilities were endless.
“What are you doing walking around this late?” a gruff voice asked from behind you. You were so caught up in your own head that you didn’t even see the three men leaned against the side of a building. Your spine snapped straight, feigning as much confidence as it could in its terrified state.
“As if it’s any of your business,” you scoffed before attempting to walk away from them. However you felt two hands snake around your waist from behind. You jumped, a surprised yelp jumping out of your throat. Quickly, the man covered your mouth with a sharp curse.
“Come on, now,” he scolded you, “There’s no need for that. We aren’t gonna hurt you, baby.”
You squirmed in his grasp as he led you over to his friends, one hand holding your waist in a death-like grip. Your attempts at calling out for help were all muffled behind the man’s hand. However futile they felt, you never once stopped. If you had any luck, some sort of stranger could walk by. Maybe they could hear you crying out for them. Maybe you could be saved from this.
“I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up,” the man holding you growled into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin which made you recoil from him. He pulled you back to him harshly, his grip curling slightly which caused his nails to dig into your flesh. You let out a painful whimper, too scared to scream anymore.
“There you go,” he praised gruffly before turning to his friends, “good bitch knows how to take orders.”
His friends laughed alongside him as they approached slowly, each of their hands moving to caress various areas of your body. You weren’t sure you could call it that at this moment though. It didn’t feel like your body anymore. Not with their hands and bodies pressed against it. And how do you move a body that isn’t yours? The most you could do was shut your eyes. Close your eyes and pray that this will end quickly. But as the sound of your shirt ripping off your body was heard, you didn’t have a single ounce of hope left.
“Hey!” a voice broke through the air. The hands of the men stopped suddenly. You assume they had turned to the origin of the voice, but you weren’t ready to open your eyes just yet. Not when you felt the cold chill of a sharpened blade to your exposed neck.
“How about you back away, Spiderman?” a cocky tone chimed in from behind you. He spun the two of you to face Spiderman, causing you to cry out in fear as pressure slightly increased under the blade. Your eyes opened as if on their own, the sting of the cold metal against your surprising them open. Spiderman’s stance straightened in surprise. Before now, you had kept your hair partially sheltering your face, when you looked up to see the man- he acted almost as if he knew you.
“Don’t you hurt a single hair on her head,” Spiderman growled, his posture shifting into a fighting stance.
“It’s up to you, Spiderman. You move, she gets hurt,” the man cooed teasingly, “But if you leave, I’ll put the knife completely away.”
Spiderman looked at you for a moment, and even though he was wearing a mask… you knew that he was sorry. The knife was against your neck. If he were to move his hand to shoot his webs, there was a good chance that he couldn’t stop the knife in time. Sadly enough, you understood. You knew that no matter what superpowers Spiderman has… right now he couldn’t save you without gambling your life. So instead you just closed your eyes. It would be easier to forgive him for this if you didn’t see him leave.
The men laughed cockily as the sound of Spiderman retreating hit your ears. Immediate tears formed in your eyes, well aware of what he had left you with. You tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t his fault. There was nothing he could have done. He isn’t the monster of this story. But it was so hard to convince yourself while foreign fingertips greedily scanned your bare skin.
“I think that since I was the one who got rid of ole Spidy, I should get first dibs,” the man with the knife whispered against your ear before softly nibbling your neck. You recoiled at the feeling and let out a pathetic cry.
“I’m the one who caught her,” another griped, “If I wasn’t behind her, she would’ve gotten away.”
The men bickered, their motions becoming harsher. You tried not to cry, not wanting to give them more satisfaction than they were already stealing from you. Soon the argument took over the situation, causing two of the men to break away and fight on their own. To them, you were nothing more than an object. They only saw you as some living toy used only for their desire. It was sickening. How could they not care that they were ruining someone’s life?
The second the men broke into their own battle, a figure swooped in from the sky and kicked off one of the men held against you. A small smile broke out of your face as you witnessed the man slamming against the ground, unable to bring himself back up. The men fighting stopped instantly, turning to keep you cornered behind them. However, before they could make it to you, webs shot out of the sky. The web wrapped completely around them, immobilizing them. You watched with bright eyes, finally seeing some hope in this horrible situation. Spiderman swung out from the shadows and slammed against the two men, kicking them away from you. You heard them struggling against the webs, but your eyes stayed locked to your savior.
“I suggest you let her go,” the man growled, stepping closer to the two of you. The man didn’t give up, instead using you as a shield. You felt him pulling you backwards with him, but if it was just one guy- you could do something about it.
You waited until he was taking another step back before twisting as best as you could and slamming your leg into his groin. You heard the man let out a sharp breath of air before doubling over. Immediately you intertwined your hands and slammed downwards, knocking him to the ground face first. The two of you left standing winced slightly at the sound of bones breaking. The impact of his nose against the concrete caused it to break. It made you happy, knowing that you wouldn’t be the only one scarred from the situation.
“Ma’am?” Spiderman asked from behind you, not wanting to step forward and frighten you more than you already were. You turned towards him and it was something about being able to move freely… or maybe it was the fact you didn’t feel their hands anymore. Whatever it was, it caused tears to flow freely down your face. Spiderman jumped slightly in surprise as a loud sob erupted from you.
“Take me away from this please,” you wailed, “Please get me away from them or I’ll be the one having to go to jail. Please take me away.”
He moved quickly to you and waited for your permission to wrap his arm around you before swinging the two of you away from the men. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get back in time to arrest the one not webbed, but you were more important to him than anything else.
The two of you ended up on top of an apartment building. He placed you on the ground as gently as he could, but it didn’t matter. The second your feet touched the ground, you dropped to your knees and cried.
“I-I’ll be right back I promise,” Spiderman said before jumping off the side of the building. A few minutes later he showed back up with a t-shirt and jacket in hand. You thanked him and put the clothing on. Whenever you turned back to him, you saw him facing the other way with his hands over his eyes.
“I don’t know why you’re doing that. You’ve already seen it,” you said quietly, hugging yourself with the fabric, “you can turn around though. I’m done.”
“I kept my eyes closed when I got the first three guys,” he admitted sheepishly, turning towards you slowly, “With the last guy, I looked only at him.”
Red hit your cheeks, “Thank you for that,” you mumbled, “And for saving me. I know that there was nothing you could’ve done the first time so… thank you for coming back.”
“I never left. I waited until it was safe… I had to wait until the guy with the knife was far enough from you. I’m so sorry it took so long.”
You were trying your hardest to fix your composure. You didn’t want to look weaker than you already did. So you stood tall and wiped the leftover tears off of your cheeks. Spiderman surveyed your posture before slumping.
“Y/N you don’t have to be on your guard with me,” he sighed, “I know you’re scared, but we know each other. Just trust me, please? I won’t hurt you.”
“We know each other?”
You could see him thinking something over with himself before he answered, “If I take off my mask will you not freak out or tell anyone?”
“Will you tell anyone anything about what happened tonight?”
“Other than the cops, no. I won’t use your name either.”
“Then we have a deal,” you agreed, still being on your guard. But when he lifted his mask, you broke down completely. You ran into his arms and hugged him as tightly as you could.
“Hey,” Peter shushed you calmingly, “You’re safe here. I’ve got you.”
“Peter,” you cried painfully into his chest. Peter was one of your best friends, and as soon as you calmed down from the situation- there would be a talk about why it took so long for you to be in the know. But for right now, you just wanted him to hold you a little longer.
“You can stay at mine tonight,” he told you, kissing the top of your head, “Aunt May won’t mind and you can just tell your parents you stayed at MJ’s. She’ll cover for you.” You nodded, unable to speak. You just held onto him as he took you back to his apartment.
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Peter led you to the shower as soon as you got to his house. You thanked him as he turned the water to an appropriate setting. He of course made it a little hotter than he normally would because he knew how you liked the water hot. He left the bathroom for a minute and returned with a set of clothes, a towel, and a spare toothbrush.
“You know where my room is. I told Aunt May you’re here, it’s up to you whether or not you want her to know. She’s so tired that she didn’t really question it. Plus she knows about the whole side job thing.”
You thanked Peter, motioning to the shower, “I’m gonna get in now. I’ll probably be a while…”
Peter’s expression contorted to concern, but he just nodded. He knew it was better to just let you cry it out for right now. As much as he hates seeing you upset, he knew that you needed to get it out.
And you did. You sat on the floor of the shower for an hour and sobbed. You kept it as quiet as you could because of Aunt May, but it was hard.
You scrubbed your skin raw until you felt like you’d gotten most of their filth off of you, but some would always remain inside of you. The memory of you would keep their torment alive forever. They knew that, and you were sure they loved knowing you were going to suffer thanks to them.
Whenever you finally rejoined Peter, he was sitting up in his bed changed into nightclothes already. You had stayed with him before, but this was the first time you were nervous to share a bed with him. He noticed immediately and hopped off.
“I’ll stay on the couch tonight,” he announced, “Do you need a light? I don’t know how you feel about the dark right now. But I have a lamp I could keep on.”
You shook your head, “No I’m fine, but you can stay. I-As much as I’m scared to share a bed with a male right now, I’m more afraid of being alone.”
Peter nodded and walked towards you, enveloping you in his arms, “I’m so sorry I didn’t get there faster.”
Hearing his words, you let your walls down once more and clung to him, “Could you just take the pain away? It hurts… “ you whispered in a broken tone, Peter held you tighter to him, “It hurts so much.. Help me.”
Peter sighed, unsure of how to tell you that he didn’t know how to fix this. All he knew is that he would never let you leave his sight ever again.
You told him that it was a bad idea. Tony specifically told the two of you to stay away, but Peter wanted to see what everyone was being so secretive about. Of course you didn’t want to join him, but he begged you and Peter had this ability to convince you to do just about anything. He knows it too. So when he came into your room and begged you to come with him (Tony would be less likely to yell at him if you were with him), you couldn’t say no.
But you should’ve.
“Peter what are we even looking for?” you asked him with a bored expression. Peter looked back at you and shrugged. He didn’t have a clue. You sighed and leaned against the door frame, waiting for your idiotic friend to hurry up and leave. The deal was that you would go with him to the room, but you wouldn’t go in. Peter whined for a moment about it, but decided that it was better than nothing.
“I’m guessing I’ll know it when I see it,” he commented as he continued snooping around Banner’s work space. Guessing that you would be there for a while, you pulled out your phone and began scrolling through social media. You could hear Peter shuffling around the room mumbling to himself, but you concluded that if he found what he was looking for he would let you know.
It was quiet for a while, maybe two or three minutes before you heard clattering and Peter let out a short cry. When you looked up, you saw Peter flat on his ass looking up at some weird pink plant. You didn’t move to help him up or make any noise because of the look he had on his face. He looked dazed or distracted, like he was in some trance.
“Pete?” you asked with furrowed brows, shoving your phone back into your pocket, “You doing okay over there, Spidey?”
Peter’s gaze snapped away from the plant immediately and stuck on you. The way he was looking at you caused your heartbeat to quicken. He both looked confused and enthralled at your presence. You backed away slowly as he rose to his feet, not fully trusting his willpower at the moment.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he spoke almost robotically, stepping closer towards you, “But I think you might need to get Mr. Stark.”
Without questioning him, you took off in the opposite direction where you assumed Tony would be. You ran as fast as you could through the headquarters, earning the attention of everyone you passed. When you finally caught a glimpse of the man, he was in a conversation with Banner. Normally you would just stand beside them awkwardly until you were noticed, but of course this situation was a bit different than all the other times.
“Tony!” you yelled as soon as you saw him, “Tony something happened!”
He turned around and looked at you with a surprised expression, “What hap- where’s the kid?”
You doubled over, holding onto your knees to catch your breath. Tony, who had an idea of what was going on, grabbed onto your shoulders and lifted you to his eyesight, “Y/N, where is Peter? Please tell me you did not go in the lab!”
“I-I didn’t,” you panted, “But Peter did. He messed with something, I don’t know what it was.”
Tony growled lowly to himself, removing his hands from your shoulders, “I need you to go into your room right now and don’t come out until I come to get you.”
“What ha-”
“No,” Tony snapped at you causing you to flinch slightly, “You don’t get to ask any questions. What you get to do is listen to me for once and go to your room.”
“Tony, all due respect and all, but I am not a high schooler anymore,” you seethed, not appreciating his tone, “I am twenty-three, okay? I told Peter to not go in there, but he didn’t listen to me. Don’t you dare treat me like a kid when I am just concerned for my best friend. So you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened in that lab and you’re going to tell me now.”
Tony sighed, his leg shaking impatiently. He didn’t have time to argue with you on this. Peter could be anywhere in the building by now. As much as Tony loved the fact that you were learning to stick up for yourself, he also knew that Peter probably figured out what happened in the lab. If he found that out, that means he’s trying his best to stay as far away from you as possible. There is no telling just how long he can hold himself back. Tony sighed, looking back at Banner who looked just as worried and guilty as Tony did.
“Banner, tell her everything,” Tony instructed, but before you could rejoice, Tony continued, “but walk her to her room while you do it. Quickly please.”
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“So you’re saying that Peter was infected by…” you trailed off, not sure what to call the mysterious plant Banner was explaining. Apparently Banner and Tony found it on some planet or something. Tony, of course, was curious and talked Banner into helping him discover it’s powers. Little did they know that they ended up stealing a mating plant.
“We aren’t sure what to call it,” Banner explains, “but all we know is that once you sniff it, you go a bit crazy. Your inhibitions drop and your libido kind of goes crazy.”
“So you’re basically telling me that Peter sniffed a mysterious alien plant and is now roaming the building with a major boner?”
Banner slightly cringes at your terminology, but he couldn’t really argue with it, “Yeah basically.”
“So why am I being sent to my room like a scorned toddler?” you huffed.
Banner looked at you for a short moment, wondering if you were actually serious. When you didn’t budge, he just shrugged his shoulders, “I have no idea. But I’d rather follow Tony’s orders than be on his bad side.”
“I guess I understand that,” you stop in front of your door, turning to the man with a puzzled expression, “I have one last question.”
“Go for it.”
“How are you guys going to help him?”
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It has been an hour since Banner and Tony stuffed you into your room. There hasn’t been any word on Peter’s condition, nor if they found him. Of course you have been blowing up everyone’s phones, but the only answer you received was from Nat. It was pretty vague also.
“Stop being a chicken. Do what you have to do. I never sent this message.”
You hate that you knew exactly what she meant. It didn’t take you very long to connect the dots as to why you were the only person being locked in their room. When Peter looked at you after messing with the plant, his eyes never left you once. The way that his eyes traveled down your body like he was soaking you in… You began to berate yourself for taking this long to realize.
You were the first person he saw. That had to be it.
But to break it, you would have to do something that would possibly end your friendship with Peter. Having sex with your best friend has always been the number one “do not”, but what if it was to save him? Though you weren’t entirely sure if he would die from this, but the way Tony was acting you just assumed it was lethal. So you asked yourself the dreaded question:
Would you have sex with your best friend in order to save their life?
Easy. Yes.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before. There was no way that you could see Peter Parker without a shirt and not have that thought. The one reason you never crossed that territory is because you know Peter, and you know that he wouldn’t endanger your friendship like that. Unless he was saving you from an alien plant that made you super horny? Honestly this whole situation is very Riverdale-y.
So you texted Nat. By now she would know.
Where is he?
She didn’t take long to answer you back.
His room.
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“Peter?” you whispered, knocking lightly on his door. You could hear shuffling noises from behind the door, but Peter never replied. He had to be in there, Nat said he was. Also, who else would go into Peter’s room? On the brightside, if you were to go in and it wasn’t Peter- you could possibly catch a thief or an eavesdropper. It didn’t take long for you to make up your mind before you pulled out the spare key you had to his room. Peter had one to your room too, just in case.
Whenever you walked in, you noticed that his room had been destroyed. His desk, which was normally cluttered with his little inventions, was empty. The tools and other objects that normally resided on the desk were scattered around the floor. You searched the room for the boy, but he was nowhere in sight.
“Pete?” you called softly. A soft groan sounded from above you. Startled by the sound, you looked up at the ceiling to see your best friend covered in sweat. You could see the pain in his eyes as he looked down at you.
“Y/N, you really shouldn’t be in here,” Peter struggled to speak, jumping off the ceiling but staying a fair distance from you.
“Nat told me where to find you, but I’m not supposed to tell anyone,” you spoke softly, attempting to approach him. Peter back up into the wall, trying to stay as far from you as he could.
“Please,” Peter strained, “You don’t understand, you can’t be in here.”
“Banner told me what happened with the plant,” you sighed, stepping forward once more. Peter couldn’t back up anymore. He was stuck.
“Y/N can you not hear me?” Peter whined, “Just listen to me for once. Leave. Please.”
“I’m not leaving until I fix this,” you spoke stubbornly, your arms crossing in front of your arms, “Banner didn’t tell me why I was the only one being kept from you, but I finally figured it out. So I came to help. Please let me help.”
“You figured it out?” he croaked, “And you’re not… do you… you know?”
“I was the first person you saw after you were infected,” you explained, “So I’m guessing it’s like a love potion type deal? First person you see, you get stuck too.”
Peter looked at you in shock before laughing, “That’s not it at all, Y/N.”
Your eyebrows furrowed at the boy, a small frown tugging at your lips. Peter watched as the wheels in your head began to turn. You would figure it out soon. When you did, that would be the end of your friendship. There was no way that you would stay friends with him once you figured out how obsessed with you he was. He’d been in love with you forever and he was really good at hiding it from you. Years and years of pretending that he didn’t think about you writhing underneath him as his lips greedily devoured you… down the drain.
“Oh,” you whispered before meeting his eyes, “That makes this a whole lot less awkward.”
Peter’s grip on the window seal tightened, the wood splintering in his grip. He didn’t meet your eyes, afraid of what he would say or do. His resolve was crumbling by the second and he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to keep away from you. But then he realized something.
“Less awkward?” he spat, “Really? Is right now the time for you to be making jokes?”
“I’m not joking with you, Spidey,” you huffed, “I was going to have this whole heartfelt confession about how I really like you, but you know what. If you don’t want sweet, fine. You won’t get sweet.”
Peter’s eyes darkened, “You-”
“Like you a lot? Have imagined you pinning me down? Wondered what it would be like to have you whisper in my ear? Yeah all of the above, I guess. Also, Peter you broke the window seal. I’m not taking the heat for it so y-”
Hands reached out for you in a frenzy, both grasping onto your hair and tugging you backwards until he had you pressed against the wall, his knee positioned between your legs. You felt Peter’s lips envelope your own, snatching the breath right out of your lungs. Peter’s lips were soft and inviting, also they had a hint of a maple taste but that could be because you made him pancakes this morning. One of his hands abandoned your hair and fell onto your waist. You didn’t argue with him as his fingertips dipped underneath the fabric of your shirt, though you did make a sound when his warm hand caressed your breast, but it wasn’t in protest.
“Peter,” you moaned as his thumb grazed the fabric over your nipple. You felt his body go rigid against yours, a groan of desperation soaring past his lips.
“Pretty girl, I’m going to need you to stay a little quieter for right now,” he strained, “I don’t want our first time to be a blur to you. If you keep making beautiful noises like that, I might break and take you right here.”
You smiled at him challengingly, “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
Peter shivered at your words and gave you a wicked smile before placing both hands on your waist and wrapping you around his hips. His greedy lips bruised the skin of your neck, marking every available spot that he could reach. Your head was thrown back in bliss, symphonies of needy cries escaping your lips. It didn’t help that you could feel him against your crotch, teasing you ever so slightly.
Peter sat on the bed, leaving you sitting pretty on his lap. However, it wasn’t his plan to keep you there.
“Stand and strip.”
You didn’t challenge him this time, you would save that for later. Instead you just stood and slowly removed each article of clothing. Peter’s eyes drank in the sight of you bare in front of him, his beautiful eyes darkened by lust. It only made them more beautiful.
“Good girl,” he hummed, “Now sit on my knee.”
Confused, yet intrigued, you followed his orders. Peter smiled, loving how obedient you were being for him. The look in your eyes as you sat and awaited your next instruction. But he didn’t say anything, not at first. Instead, he began bouncing his leg. A struggled moan pushed passed your lips as the movement stimulated your clit. Your hands desperately grasped onto his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself a bit better. Peter watched you with an amused smile on his lips. He loved seeing the way your eyes screwed tight just at the feeling of his thigh, He couldn’t wait to see your expression when he pushed himself into you.
Peter’s hands fell to your waist, guiding your hips in a grinding motion. You quickly understood his silent instructions and you kept the motion going, pressing down harder on his thigh.
“That’s my pretty girl,” he whispered, his lips grazing your bruised flesh, “I want you to keep going until you cum.”
You whined at his words, but you did as you were told. You rocked your clit against his denim clothed thigh, your eyes fluttering shut at the friction gathering between the two of you. Peter watched you with hunger in his beautiful brown eyes. The desire to touch you became too strong for him, leading him to allow his hand to travel to your heat, rubbing circles against it. The second the pad of his thumb pressed against your soaking wet clit, you were gripping tightly onto his thigh in order to quicken the pace. Peter smirked, enjoying the fact that all it took was his thumb and his thigh to have you falling out of place for him. As your pace increased, so did the bouncing of his knee. He closed his eyes, trying to lock the memory of your desperate mewling inside his mind.
“Peter,” you whined, your nails digging into his jeans.
“Are you close, pretty girl?” he asked sweetly. You could only nod in return, your eyes screwing shut at the knot turning in your stomach. Peter removed his empty hand from your waist and lifted it onto your breast, circling the areola faintly before dipping his head down and encasing your pearled nipple between his perfect lips. The sensation was the finishing touch to make the knot in your stomach finally break, causing stars to erupt in your eyes. You screamed a moan as you tried to ride out your high on Peter’s thumb and thigh, but he had other plans. The second you came, Peter flipped the two of you around, slamming your back onto his mattress. You didn’t have time to question him, nor were you really interested in asking.
Peter helped you ride out your high as he continued rubbing circles on your clit, high pitched whines dripping from your lips like profanities. It was the most provocative thing that Peter had ever heard in his entire life and he was hoping to remember the sound of you screaming his name on the day that he dies. Your hands reached forward and grasped onto Peter’s curls, tugging mercilessly at them.
“Peter,” you cried, “Peter please…”
He didn’t take another moment before ripping off his clothing and following you down onto the mattress. Peter’s warm palm was placed against your breast, massaging it and ever-so-slightly twisting on your nipple. More cries. Peter couldn’t get enough of the way you looked and sounded, dripping wet and desperate. For him. He reached into the dresser beside his bed, pulling out a condom and effortlessly sliding it onto his hard cock.
“Hey,” Peter hummed, “Pretty girl, I want you to tell me if it hurts okay? If it hurts, we will stop immediately.”
Your eyes opened to meet his, and to any other person- you would look like the most innocent girl in the world, but he knew you better than that. He knew that the innocent look was an act, and he was proven correct by your following words, “Make me hurt.”
Peter grinned, “God you’re hot.”
He didn’t waste any time before gripping your hips and thrusting himself in completely. You screamed his name so loudly that both of you were sure that the entire floor heard you. Of course neither of you cared at that moment. Peter dug his nails into your hips, leaving angry crescent shaped scars on them that he would later kiss as an apology. However, as of right now, he was unapologetic in each of his movements. Each deep thrust, each scratch, each sharp nip of your flesh… Peter did it all.
“Baby I-” that’s all you could get out before being interrupted by your second orgasm.
When you came for the second time, Peter discovered that it felt so much better having you come undone around his cock rather than on his thigh. The feeling added with the way you called him baby…You were in big trouble now. Peter was rushed with another frenzy, flipping you around onto your stomach, lifting you ass into the air by your hips, and slamming into your entrance once more. You crumbled onto the bed, your pussy throbbing against his cock. However, Peter didn’t like you like that, he wanted you upright. So he reached down and grabbed onto your hair, yanking you up onto all fours. He gripped your hair in two parts, using them as leverage to slam your body back into his with each thrust. Stars, fireworks, cannonballs… you saw them all.
“Fuck baby,” Peter groaned, he emptied one handful of hair into the other hand and used his now-empty hand to turn your head, kissing you deeply. You tried kissing back, but the angle was too awkward and you couldn’t stop the moans from filling the room. Peter lowered his hand, using it instead to choke you once more. He would use his grip on your throat just like he used your hair, causing him to go deeper and deeper into you.
“Peter I can’t,” you struggled. You were so close again and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. You told him to hurt you, not wreck you. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to go on a mission for a few days because you’re not entirely sure that you would be able to walk.
Peter understood you though, but he was far from finished with you. He reached his hand around your waist and began to circle your clit once more, overstimulating your body. Peter felt as you began to shake, coming so close to your orgasm that you could almost taste it.
“Not yet, princess,” Peter growled.
A breathy whimper escaped your lips at his words, you didn’t know how long you could keep it from coming. Peter was hitting every good spot and you were on the edge of spilling over.
“Peter please,” you cried, your hands grasping onto the pillow on his bed, submerging your face in it.
“I said not yet,” he chastised, his hand coming down on your ass as quick as lightning. A sharp moan filled the room as his hand print settled on your ass cheek. Peter flipped you over once more, wanting to see your face as you come undone.
“Now?” you begged him, tears brimming your eyes.
“Cum for me, princess,” he instructed. Your walls came undone around him as he spilled into the condom. You felt him twitching inside you as he messily tried to ride out each of your highs. Whenever both of you came down, he pulled out of you gently and tied the condom, tossing it into the bin. Peter picked up the nearest blanket and wrapped the two of you in it. He watched you as you cuddled closer to him, a content smile on your pretty face.
“I know it’s a bit late to ask this,” Peter whispered to you, gently brushing strands of hair out of your face, “but will you go on a date with me?”
You smiled up at him, taking in his perfect features once more before nodding, “But don’t be mistaken… I don’t kiss on the first date.”
DO NOT REPOST ON ALTERNATIVE SITES UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO SPAM EVERY LAST ACCOUNT YOU OWN- PLUS YA MOMMAS. I STG.
Summary:Tom makes a mistake and post a private video on his Instagram Story
Pairing:Tom Holland x Reader
Word count:0.6k
Request:Can you write about Tom making a mistake on social media? Accidentally posting a picture or saying something on a live?
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Phones were not allowed on set, so you only saw Tom’s Instagram story hours later when you wrapped up for the day. You picked your phone up and, a frown formed on your face, seeing it blowing up with notifications. You unlocked it and quickly went on Instagram to figure out why you had so many notifications since they seemed to be all coming from there. Something must’ve happened while you were on set.
being stuck in bed with a runny nose and a throbbing headache was not how you were expecting to spend your day.
tom basically ordered you to call out sick from work today, not wanting you to work in those conditions, exhausting yourself even more.
he felt terrible for leaving you like this, but he had errands to run, so you insisted on him going. they checked on you every so often, and sam even made you soup, so you were in pretty good hands.
although, you were grateful for them, but you found yourself growing desperate for toms return. watching movies and snacking was getting boring. you needed someone to cuddle.
—pairings: husband!tom holland x wife!female!reader
—summary: after tom returns home from press tour, he tells y/n that he’s been thinking of them expanding their family.
—warnings: established relationship ( married ), talk about having a baby.
—word count: 1.5k
—additional notes: this request was cosy to write, sorry it took me a while to finally post <33
Through several months all Y/n had to interact with her husband was through texts, rare phone calls, and even rarer video calls. Spider-Man: No Way Home undoubtably had the most promo for a movie Tom had been in. Working between the interviews and filming for his upcoming movie Uncharted meant he hadn’t been able to come home to London.
“We got food. And Sam left to puke.” Tom told you as you rejoined the table you and your friends had claimed at a local bar. He slipped an arm around you and you leaned into his side.
“Aw, nice. Not about the puke, about the food.” You clarified as you took a tortilla chip and put it in your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you took another one.
this fic is silly and pointless and i am minorly (majorly) dissatisfied with it buttttt it’s really cute so have it!! i really liked the idea but i don’t think i did a very good with it?
ps thank you to @ddejavvu for letting me ramble about this fic for literally weeks ily mei!!
summary: your characters have chemistry, but so do you (actor!reader)
warnings: he’s so charming i wanna cry
wc: 1.9k
you sit beside tom in front of a black backdrop, legs crossed under the dress your stylist had chosen as you nod and smile along to the answer tom gives to a question. he looks over at you, waving his hands around in his explanation, “well the stunts were really cool, and i really enjoyed learning more and being able to do more than i have in previous movies. of course i owe a huge thank you to my stunt doubles though, they always come through.”
“he is a lot less intimidating in his stunt gear, i will admit,” you add playfully, leaning over to press your hand to his shoulder to let him know you’re joking.
he of course smiles wickedly at you, playing off your little joke with more lighthearted banter and a tilt of his head, something you can’t quite place swimming in his eyes, “well you don’t look much better,” to which you respond with a feigned look of surprise, mouth agape, hand slipping from his broad shoulder.
summary: the antics of tom and his girlfriend on the red carpet somebody teach me how to write a summary.
enjoy!
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“Tom! Tom! Over here!” calls a particularly excited journalist. Tom smiles as he heads over, squinting slightly at the blinding flashes of the cameras.
“Hey mate, how’s it going?” he asks politely.
“I’m great, thank you,” beams the journalist. “So tell me, how does it feel to finally be at the No Way Home premiere?”
“It’s such a good feeling man, I can’t even begin to describe it. We’ve all worked so hard on this film and I just can’t wait for everyone to see it.” Tom answers.
“Can you tell us anything new about the film?” asks the journalist.
“All I can say is, bring tissues!” Tom laughs, quirking a brow at the nearest camera.
The journalist looks around as if to scan the rest of the red carpet before asking his next question.
“And where’s the lovely Y/N Y/L/N tonight? She is coming, right? Everyone’s so excited to see her.”
Tom’s eyes light up at the mention of your name and he blushes slightly, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.
Imagine disappearing before Tony, your father, and your boyfriend Peter during the snap.
requested by: anon warnings: angst !!
Only a few minutes had passed before you heard Mantis gasp and you watched her disintegrate in front of you. You felt your stomach drop in realization as Thanos had got what he wanted. Your eyes fell on Drax, then Quill, and to Doctor Strange all turn to dust and something surged inside you.
Your whole body started to tingle and you looked down and tears welled in your eyes as you saw yourself succumbing to the same fate as the others. You turned to your father and boyfriend as they both looked on with fear.
Peter wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck and you felt his hot tears trickle onto your skin. You embraced him tightly and you shook your head as the rest of you started to fade away.
“I’m scared, Peter,” you whimpered. His face, fear-stricken, only darkened. He was too.
You looked over at your dad and he was shaking his head vigorously and he reached out to you. “I love you,” were the last words you could manage before you crumbled, dust scattered to the wind.
Peter stood there and stared down at his hands, shaking as the dust of your remains slipped from his fingers. He clenched his fists, trying to keep you, desperate to hold you for just a little longer. He choked out a sob and fell to his knees, a mangled cry vibrating at the back of his throat.
Tony, face set with devastation, approached the boy who’d meant so much to you and put a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at him, eyes red with tears. The older man had to keep himself together despite feeling his throat tighten, and he knelt to Peter, and the boy immediately wrapped his arms around his shoulders, clamping him tight.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” Peter cried, hands still balled into fists. “I-I couldn’t stop it.”
Tony let out a shaky breath and patted his back, trying to comfort him. “I know, kid. I know. None of us could’ve stopped it.”
Imagine selling Peter Parker a necklace in Venice.
requested by: me warnings: KINDA FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS but nothing plotty so ?? not really ? but sorta.
The sun shone on the water in Venice, and you watched it through the window of your grandfather’s jewellery shop. Gondolas floated by carrying lovesick couples and you couldn’t help but simultaneously dislike and admire them. But one day you’d have the chance to see the city through a lovers’ eyes, surely. You dreamed of the day.
Elbow on the desk and chin in your hand, you dazed through the minutes, visions of romance with a guy you hadn’t met yet dancing before your eyes.
If you focused enough, you could make out a face.
Dark hair, sharp jaw, an eyebrow that seemed like it wanted to be brushed. A brown eyes set in a gentle expression - he’d have a sweetness that no one could replicate.
You imagined him at the window, eyeing glass necklaces in the window. You’d send him a breezy smile when he looks in, and he’d be a little flustered, but manage to shoot one right back.
And then he’d stumble into the shop, backpack slung over his shoulder, and say a heavily accented “Ciao.”
You smiled dreamily. It was almost as if he was real. “Ciao.”
He bounced on his feet a little, awkwardness seeping through. “Hi, um, I was wondering- I’m looking for a necklace? A black dahlia one?”
His voice was eager, ernest. But wait, his English- well, it was English, and you could barely understand. This boy was actually American. He wasn’t in your head.
You gasped and snapped upright, a deep blush dusting your cheeks and ears to the point that you were nervous you’d break a sweat. His brows shot up at your sudden energy and change of disposition, and an awkward laugh fell from his lips.
“Uh, you okay?”
You brushed a couple of strands of hair out of your face and joined his laugh, acutely aware of your heavy accent. And then, acutely aware that you were aware of it. You dealt with American tourists daily - why were you suddenly like this? You cleared your throat and reassured, “I’m okay, very good. Necklace?”
He smiled again, nodding. “Yeah, a black dahlia one? You know, like the murder.”
“Murder,” you scoffed, “I know. I think I have it-?” You emerged from behind the counter and led the boy to a flower collection by another window, cursing yourself for not trying harder in your English lessons. The words wouldn’t come to your mind when you spoke to him, and then they felt clumsy in your mouth when you tried to use them. So much for elegance.
Your fingers knocked pendants aside to find a certain one that hung from the holder, and your excitement spiked when you found the one you wanted. You unhooked it and turned to show him, but-
He was right there. He must have been leaning with you to look over your shoulder, and when you turned he accidentally elbowed your… front curves.
“Oh god, sorry, I didn’t mean-” he professed, taking a huge step backwards, hands open and high in front of him. He cleared his throat when you shook your head, just as pink as him, the delicious smell he wore swirling in your mind. “No no no, no worries.”
Whether it was feigned surprise or he was just trying to disperse the embarrassment, you couldn’t tell, but as soon as his eyes sought the pendant he announced, “Hey, that’s perfect!”
He bent to inspect it, and you took the opportunity to take in his expression. The wonder on his face was so endearing, and you couldn’t help the curve that pulled your lips.
You weren’t sure what it was, but something possessed you and made you voice your thoughts in Italian. “So are you.”
