Tomorrow is my birthday... And I can't fucking wait.
My phone rings and I smile at the silly contact name I gave Tom. I pick up my phone and accept the facetime request.
"Ello mate! You a'ight?" I mock a terrible English accent the second I see his face.
"Is that really what I sound like?" I can hear the cringe in his voice.
"Nah, your accent is pretty hot," I chuckle.
"Why thank you, darling," he replies. "Anyway, I'm really sorry I can't make it out for your birthday. I'll try again next year, pinky promise." I air-link my pinky with his from across the world.
"It's not a problem," I sigh. "I've got... big plans for tomorrow."
"Oh really?"
"Yup," I laugh. "I'm going somewhere special with Jami."
"To Peter?" he jokes.
"Oh shut up you posh idiot!" I smile. "Anyway, what are--"
"OKWGNDFGOFGHISMG"
"Where the hell are you?" I ask after the loud background noise stops.
"Movie set," he replies.
"Which movie?" I ask, standing up to stretch my legs.
"That is... confidential," he sighs. "But you'll figure it out later."
"Yeah... Later," I murmur.
"TOM HOLLAND TO THE SET! TOM HOLLAND TO THE SET, PLEASE!" A voice screams through the phone.
"Well, that's my cue to leave," he chuckles.
"Bye Thomas," I smile.
"Oh, and {Y/N}?" he asks. "Happy Early Birthday, love."
"I love you, Tom," I whisper. "See you later." But before either of us can hang up, a voice interrupts.
"Has anyone been able to contact {Y/N} about this yet?" I freeze and stare at Tom.
"What does--"
"Gottagobye!"
"Wait! Thoma--" He once again cuts me off, but this time by hanging up on me. I scoff and drop my phone on my bed. Not even seconds later, it vibrates. I pick it up and see a message from Tom.
Thomas The Train: Hey, sorry about that. By any chance, did u change ur number?
Me: Yee
Thomas The Train: Can u tell me?
Me: 808-555-7584
Thomas The Train: Thanks
Me: Why did u need it?
Thomas The Train: I just wanted to know if it was still up to date
Me: Ohs. Oskay
Thomas The Train: The director is calling me over. See u later!
Me: Bye :) :)
That was... strange. [Doctor Strange lololol okay I'm done now] I decide to shrug it off and take a shower.
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My day continues with me sending the cast a "Goodbye" text and leaving them with a panic attack. I know that I will definitely miss all of this, but as long as I get back to Peter, the place doesn't matter.
In what seems like a matter of minutes, the sun has already set and my eyes are rebelling against my brain. There is a small knock on my door and I hum in response.
"Hey," Jami says quietly. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah," I mumble. "I've got the weapons and food all packed up. Even my outfit too."
"Okay... You know I don't want to leave you, right?" She asks. I nod and turn my head to look at her. "It's just a really hard decision. And I love you both, but it has always been my dream to meet Haz, let alone date him. But if you really want me to stay with you, just say the word and I--"
"No," I state. "After we beat that purple grape you will come back here. I'll find a way to contact you, okay?"
"Are you sure?" she asks.
I don't say anything for a moment.
This is it. If I say yes, I lose my best friend and might never be able to speak to her after. But if I say no, I tear her away from her dream.
"Absolutely," I finally say. "And you two better make so many babies."
She blushes and turns her back to me like she is about to leave.
"I'll miss you," she whispers.
"I know," I tease. "Goodnight, asshat!"
"Goodnight, titbag," she responds.
Shortly after, I fall asleep...
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Price of A Wish (Peter Parker/ Tom Holland x Reader)
Fanfic{Y/N} can't wait for her birthday. When it arrives, her best friend decides to give her a present. Like any usual birthday, {Y/N} blows the candle out after making a wish. But that wish might just change her life for good. Now she has to find out if...
