awaken | th x reader

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Your POV

You woke with a groan to the sound of your alarm clock. You threw a hand out in the general direction of your nightstand, flailing it wildly until it finally connected with the snooze button.

"Five more minutes." You muttered, eyes squeezing shut in defiance. As far as you were concerned, it was far too early in the day to function.

You'd only managed to drift back to sleep for a few moments before your were interrupted by a knock on your bedroom door. Staying as quiet as possible, you hoped whoever was on the other side would assume you weren't there and walk away.

Unfortunately, they did just the opposite.

"Y/N, how many more mornings are you going to make me knock on this door before you actually wake up when your alarm goes off?" You rolled your eyes, still refusing to speak. You had been about to roll over but paused, caught by surprise as the door to your bedroom flew open and your exasperated mother stepped in, "Honestly, Y/N this room is such a mess. I can't even see the floor in here."

A scandalized gasp.

"What, mother? What could possibly be the problem at five in the morning?" You groaned, covering your head with your pillow—to suffocate yourself or block out the sunlight you weren't entirely sure.

Silent fuming from the other side of your room told you that whatever she'd seen would definitely cause problems for you in the very near future.

"What?" You removed the pillow, lifting up your head to look at her. Following her gaze, you finally realized what she'd been so upset about.

Crap.

She'd seen him.

You sat all the way up, covering both your chest and his face in the process. "I promise it's really not what you think!"

Finally snapping out of her haze of anger, she stepped towards your bed, still eerily quiet.

"Mum, please I'm sorry!" She ripped the blanket off the bed entirely, clenching her jaw so hard you thought her teeth must have cracked.

"You got a tattoo?!" She asked, voice tight. You almost wished she'd yelled, "Who in their right mind would give you that without checking for ID first?"

You winced, knowing there was no way of getting out of this one. She'd already seen the poorly done portrait of Tobey Maguire resting high on the center of your chest. Maybe wearing a tank top to bed wasn't the smartest move.

"What if I told you it was pen?" The glare she pinned you with told you she was unconvinced.

She stood silently over you for a few moments, "Is this a boyfriend? At this point I wouldn't even be surprised if this was an ex-boyfriend. Where did I go wrong with you, Y/N? I mean honestly-"

"Tobey Maguire. It's- Tobey Maguire. He's an actor. He plays Spiderman." You interjected weakly.

Your mum looked disdainfully at you, then Tobey before walking towards your bedroom door. Just as she reached the doorframe, she spoke, not bothering to face you, "You're not going to like what your father has to say about this."