IMAGINE !
o. YOU TRY TO CONVINCE TOM
TO GO WITH IT . . .

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"This is insane! I can't just walk into the wedding and pretend like I have my life put together!" Tom's brown eyes followed you from one side of the room to the other, and back again. His expression was filled with complete and utter worry.

Just over a half-hour ago, you had plainly stormed into his flat with words coming out of your mouth a hundred miles an hour.  A reminder had just broken out of the calendar when you remembered that you had a family wedding to attend to in a week.

Of course, you were absolutely happy for your cousin, who was getting married, but it moreover came to the aftermath of the entire reception. Seeing the entirety of your family meant the dreaded questions. Relationships, jobs, life.

You practically had nothing that even compared to your 'extremely successful and prestigious' niece who often shoved her luck in your face. Family reunions and events always consisted of at least two hours of her describing her interior designer job, how much she makes, and how many celebrities she's had as clients.

And quite frankly, you were ninety-nine percent sure she didn't decorate the Kardashian's house. Or Ed Sheeran's. You basically didn't believe her one single bit. Therefore, if she was lying, you would completely have an advantage considering you starred in multiple Marvel movies.

A bright idea popped into your mind that almost immediately made you stop pacing and look at Tom with a huge grin. "That's it! Tommy, you have to come with me."

Tom cringed in the slightest bit, knowing that you hardly ever called him that nickname unless you were asking him to help you out with a huge favor. His eyebrows curved up, wondering how big of a proposition your question was. A deep sigh fell out of his lips as soon as your y/c/e eyes gave him a pleading look.

"Just- please tell me I don't have to dress up like a clown, again."

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The soft music pushed through the double doors, making your nervous swaying seem slightly normal as you patiently waited for Tom to arrive. The rather large party had started, and you could already tell people were wondering where you were. Your nerves subsided as soon as you heard gasps come from some people you didn't know.

Turning around, you were met with Tom in his signature blue suit and his delicate smile. You immediately went up to him and embraced him in a grateful hug. "Thank you, Tom. You're basically my liability here."

"Of course, you know I'd do anything to help you out," he slightly pulled back and smiled, brown eyes gazing into yours. For a second, you both believed something would happen, until you tore your gaze away, noticing the abnormal crowd staring at you from the doors.

"Oh my God," you whispered under your breath, quickly taking Tom's hand and leading him to a vacant hallway. To say he was confused was a complete understatement.

He quickly placed his hands on the sides of your arms in attempt to slow your constant rambling down. Your mind was racing extremely fast. "You have no idea how insane my family is, Tom. I'm pretty sure the news has spread that we're a couple."

Instead of saying a word, he shrugged. You frowned, not becoming fond of the supportive side being his away from the world in your chaotic moment. Tom quickly took your hand again and started dragging you out of the hallway and into the actual room housing tables and dancing bodies.

Not a word slipped out of your mouth before Tom started walking towards the nearest table, where your interior designer of a niece was staring up at the two of you with her lips slightly parted.

Feeling Tom's hand move from your hand to your waist, the warmth cascaded around your cold body. Leaning into his touch, he took the moment to make you trust him with comforting words.

"y/n, I need you to trust me and go with it," Tom whispered, warm breath coming in contact with your ear.

To say you were confused was the understatement of the year, not knowing what he was talking about at all. However, things became pretty clear when he delicately took your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, a slight feeling of electricity flowing through your veins. The constant feeling of wondering if something being between the two of you had lifted off your shoulders for a split second, before it came crashing down harder. It was plainly a stunt.

Then again, why in the world would he, out of all things, kiss you just to help you redeem yourself against your competitive niece? Hundreds of doubts rushed through your mind before Tom's lips detached from yours.

His brown eyes were wholesome, at least, more than usual. You heart fluttered when he moved to say something, but quickly froze when your family started to circle around the two of you. 

Intently watching, you noticed how Tom quickly tore his soft expression away and replaced it with complete and utter confidence. Simply deciding not to overthink things, you adverted your attention to the questions coming from your family and even people you didn't know.

Still, even when you kept your attention away, you were wondering if the kiss was simply improv or something more.

( author's note )

can I just say.. y'all are NOT ready for Monday's chapter..