“We called your emergency contact. Your boyfriend should be here any minute.” The doctor told you as she wrote your stats down in your chart.
“Okay. Thank you.” You smiled in appreciation at her. Just a few seconds after she left your room, Tom ran in. He almost slipped from how fast he ran into the room but caught himself on the doorway.
i don’t know where i stand | tom holland x reader (series masterlist)
pairing: childhood!best friend!tom holland x female!reader
summary:it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.
warnings:extended warnings will be given for each chapter, but there’s lots of fluff, pining, some angst, also it’s kind off a slow burn? the chapters marked with * will contain smut. that means that those chapters are +18 only. sominors stay away!!!
a/n:this is the first time ever i’ve written and posted anything on here (pls be gentle). english is also not my first language so if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, no you didn’t i woke up one day with this idea in my head and started writing it mostly for myself. when it started getting long i thought that maybe i should post it. i don’t really see myself as a writer- i just wrote this for fun, and now i’m hoping somebody else will enjoy it! happy reading!
fic playlist: grudges - paramore // bros - wolf alice // i will - mitski // all i want - joni mitchell // let it be me - nina simone // i don’t know where i stand - joni mitchell // sunday - the cranberries // no use i just do - hayley williams // a case of you - joni mitchell // just a lover - hayley williams
request from @thirlwallsholland : could you possibly do a tom holland x female!reader?
tom, y/n and the boys are going to see uncharted for the first time, and y/n has been a fan of the games before she even met tom so she’s really excited. y/n really loves the film and that night she’s all cuddly and clingy with tom vice versa so the boys make fun of them and call tom whipped?
thank you!! :)
a/n: thanks for the request hun! i’m so sorry this took so long, it’s just been one of those weeks - for like 3 weeks in a row. hope you enjoy ! <3
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“I want honest feedback, okay?” Tom says as the lights dim down. “Don’t sugarcoat it.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “Bro, when have we ever sugarcoated anything?”
You rest your hand on top of Tom’s on the armrest between your seats, giving it an excited and reassuring squeeze.
“We will. Now both of you shut it, I want to watch the movie.” you say.
The four of you: Harry, Tuwaine, Harrison, and you were finally going to see the full Uncharted movie, and to say that Tom was nervous for the group’s opinions was an understatement. Harry had seen most of it during filming and you had seen little snippets when you’d visited the set but none of you four had seen the whole thing yet, effects and all. You weren’t solely watching just to appreciate your boyfriend’s action sequences, you had been a huge fan of the Uncharted games since before you’d even met Tom. Him being the lead in the film adaptation was only a bonus for you.
Tom had rented out a small theater for your group so that you could ‘have the proper experience’ without him having to deal with fans. The group of you sat a couple rows back from the large screen, stocked up with popcorn and drinks. It had been Tuwaine’s idea for everyone to wear onesies.
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“Holy shit!” you say partway into the movie, pointing at the screen and grasping Tom’s hand with your free one. “Is that JJ from Outer Banks? You didn’t tell me you met him!”
“Rudy Pankow? Yeah, I met him on set, he was nice. I’ll introduce you to him at some point if you want,” Tom whispers back, breath warm against your ear.
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Bartender Tom makes you a little hot under the collar (or onesie), if you’re being honest. You lean over in hopes that the other boys won’t hear.
“Tommy, think we can get a bar added into our place? And maybe you can get a couple of those outfits…”
“Gross, Y/N!” gags Harrison. “No one needs to hear about your little fantasies.”
Tom chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I think we can definitely work something out, darling.”
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“Anyone want a cup of tea?” asks Harry, coming back into the living room after switching the kettle on.
You’d all stumbled onto the sofa and armchairs after returning home from the movie theater. Turns out spending two hours in a dark room wearing pajamas makes you feel kinda tired. Shocker.
“Oh yo, I could go for a cuppa,” says Tuwaine from his spot on the sofa.
“Same here,” calls Harrison.
“Yes please,” you say, giving Harry a grin in hopes that he’ll bring out yours first so it’s hot.
“Yeah, but not too much milk, okay?” says Tom. “I don’t know who it is, but someone in this house always gets the milk everywhere and makes a huge mess.”
Harrison snorts in the otherwise silent room. “Oh come on, no one else took that the way I did?”
Tom turns to you while the others begin an argument. You’re both curled together in the red armchair, Tom sitting with his back against the backrest and you sideways, leaning on one armrest with your legs over the other, basically sitting in his lap.
“So, what did you think of the movie darling?” he asks, biting his lip. It’s your opinion he cares about the most, as you know the most about the series than any of the boys. “You’ve been kinda quiet since we left the theater.”
“Baby, I loved it!” you squeal. “I’ll be honest I was a little unsure about them casting you as Nathan at first, but you absolutely smashed it. It was a surprisingly good adaptation, and now I honestly think you were perfect for the role. All in all, it was just a super fun movie, you know? Oh Sophia was great too. Do you have her number? Can you tell her I thought she was incredible? Oh and don’t get me started on all the scenes with you in a white shirt that got wet and went see-through,” you ramble, tugging on his sleeve in excitement.
Tom chuckles, a grin spreading across his face and his eyes crinkling at the sides.
“Yeah? You really thought so?”
You nod, pressing a loud and smacking kiss to his cheek.
“I really did, bub.”
He wraps both arms around you and you tuck your head into his chest, peppering tiny kisses over the exposed skin of his neck as you breathe in the familiar scent. You’re honestly so proud of him and how hard he works to bring each role to life, and you want to show him this. It’s only when his hand slips slightly lower to rest innocently on your onesie-clad bum that the rest of the group groans.
“Oh god, my eyes!” gasps Harry dramatically as he enters the room again, handing you your tea.
“Get a fucking room you horndogs,” calls Harrison, pretending to gag.
“Unless you’re going to give us a proper show, knock it off,” says Tuwaine, standing up to help Harry with the teas.
“Hey!” says Tom, going slightly pink. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that!.” The thought makes him immediately protective and you giggle, resting a hand on his arm to show that you’re okay with the boys’ teasing.
“You are so fucking whipped, man. It’s sickening really,“ pipes in Harry, but you catch the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth that shows deep down, he’s thrilled his brother’s found his person to always be there for him.
Tom rolls his eyes as Harry hands him his tea (last, oh the joys of siblings) and stands up, gently pulling you up after him. He plucks your half-drunk tea out of your hands and starts to make his way up the stairs.
“Come on darling, I think we will get a room eh?”
He wiggles his hips dramatically to prove his point as you giggle, hopping up the stairs after him and giving his own onesie-clad bum a cheeky pinch.
You look over your shoulder at the rest of the boys as you go, both you and Tom giggling slightly hysterically at the sour expressions on their faces.
“Might want to get the old earplugs out tonight, boys.”
Disclaimer: This took me sooo long to write, but t*mblr didn’t let me post this as a one-shot. Guess 36.247k words all at once are a bit too much, huh? So I decided to make a miniseries out of this. I hate that I have to do this, but I have no other choice.
And yes, I have a thing for writing titles with parenthesis/crossed out letters, but there’s a meaning to it, I promise!
Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader
Excerpt: “The situation had gotten to the point where everyone in the production had started joking about it. They would call you a couple and ask you when the wedding would take place. Sometimes you two would be chatting and someone would remind you that it was lunch break. Pretty harmless things, and you would simply laugh them off, even though, secretly, they always left you wondering where the joke ended and where the truth began.”
Warnings: English not being my first language, possible typos, self-indulgence at its finest, characters who talk a lot and probably flirt in a weird way, the holy trinity: fluff & (poorly written) smut (minors, please, DNI; also, unprotected sex, only because this is fiction and nothing bad can happen. Protect yourselves) & angst, Taylor Swift quotes, Reader is not a native English speaker: it’s addressed only a couple of times and I didn’t specify where she’s from, and it’s not even a key point in the story, so it can be easily overlooked.
Warnings:SMUT(18+, minors dni) (hickies, oral fem and male receiving, fingering, vaginal sex, praise, spitting), alcohol and swears
Summary:A little getaway at a hotel leads to you meeting a hot bartender and forget about your ex-boyfriend in one night
A/N:This oneshot is my submission for @tomhollandfics ‘s 2022 Fic Event and I chose the prompt “Here’s my hotel room number.” Also I know this is the last day so I hope it’s still valid for the event’s submission dates
“hi vogue! this is y/n, I just woke up and let’s spend twenty four hours together!” you said smiling as tom shuffled into frame, his eyes crinkled as he smiled and waved the camera, “and that’s tom who’s also gonna be a lot in this video cause we live together.” you continued as tom leaned in to kiss your cheek, the kiss lingered just like the smile on your lips.
the video cut to the a black screen with the words ‘24 hrs with y/n l/n, ft tom holland’ written in italics with purple color before cutting to you, now standing in the bathroom with a silk robe on.
“so the first thing i like to do after getting up is take a quick shower and do my skincare to just wake myself up and like feel a little good about myself so that’s exactly what we are gonna do now” you spoke to the camera.
“aww are you gonna shower without me?” tom said, whining comically.
“yes, i am” you said, looking into the camera disgusted. “anyways, i will see you guys after our shower!”
synopsis⇢ your and your best friend’s treehouse is your sanctuary. even though you’re only there in the summer (which means you only see tom every summer), it’s been your safe space for your entire life. after a certain surgery on a certain someone’s mole, you find your heart beats a little louder in his presence. now, seven years later, you’re back in the treehouse, and tom still makes your heart pound. even when you don’t want him to.
↳ childhood friends to lovers, actor!tom
genre⇢ fluff & very light angst
word count ⇢ 5.7k
note⇢ this is a collaboration with the lovely lia @justapurrcat for a sleepover hosted by @tshwritersnet !! we split it up in half so the deliciously longing first scene is all hers :’) our prompts were “2. tracing a finger across your lover’s scar” + “47. complimenting your best friend over small things, that realistically only someone who’s in love with that person would notice.” i had such a fun and frustrating time breaking my writer’s block with this, so much thanks to lia for partnering up with me
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.
Summary:(Y/N) grew up in the Hollywood scene, being the amazing child star that she is. But when Tom Holland steps into her life for a photoshoot, her whole career gets overshadowed by Marvel’s Golden Boy, making her annoyed by him. But what happens when she finds out that Tom is her soulmate?
A/N:I know I’ve been absent from Tumblr, but I wrote this in class the other day and I wanted to share it with the world :) Hope you enjoy it!
Words:4.6K (a shortie compared to my other fics)
Pairing:Tom Holland x Actress!Reader (Soulmate AU)
Warnings:Mentions of sex, a whole lot of sexism in Hollywood and swearing
The Oscars were that one night of the year when tons of celebrities gather in a big theatre to award the outstanding performances in that year in Hollywood. For (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it wouldn’t be the first time spending the whole day getting ready to pose on the red carpet for the whole world to see. Being a child actress dotted with a lot of talent, she has always been in the spotlight, meaning she would always attend every event in the Awards Season. This year it was special: she had been nominated for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series at the Emmys. And while the award night doesn’t arrive, she’s been jumping from ceremony to ceremony as a publicity stunt to make her name appear even more in the media. Even if she doesn’t win that award, it was still important to take this opportunity to promote herself. That’s why she had been putting a lot of effort to get among the best dressed at the Oscars list.
Tonight she was feeling herself. Her stylist dressed her in a bold transparent dress covered with crystals that made her feel like a silver version of the tiny man placed on the Oscars statuette. She was getting some final touches in the dressing room before heading back to the green room when someone entered the door: the last person she wanted to see right now.
pairing: childhood!best friend!tom holland x female!reader
summary:it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.
warnings:extended warnings will be given for each chapter, but there’s lots of fluff, pining, some angst, also it’s kind off a slow burn? the chapters marked with * will contain smut. that means that those chapters are +18 only. sominors stay away!!!
a/n:this is the first time ever i’ve written and posted anything on here (pls be gentle). english is also not my first language so if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, no you didn’t i woke up one day with this idea in my head and started writing it mostly for myself. when it started getting long i thought that maybe i should post it. i don’t really see myself as a writer- i just wrote this for fun, and now i’m hoping somebody else will enjoy it! happy reading!
fic playlist: grudges - paramore // bros - wolf alice // i will - mitski // all i want - joni mitchell // let it be me - nina simone // i don’t know where i stand - joni mitchell // sunday - the cranberries // no use i just do - hayley williams // a case of you - joni mitchell // just a lover - hayley williams
hello everyone im back(ish)!! things have been a bit chaotic but I have missed all the talent on here. also thankyou all so so much for 900!!! nearly fainted when I saw that ;) so have a little teaser of a one shot I got done x
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“I was gonna phone dad in the break if you fancy-“
“No abso-fucking-lutely not. Have you not seen the messages about his laptop breaking? I’m not listening to him rant about that for hours and hours on end.”
“You make him sound unbearable!”
“Tom, your the eldest child. You should’ve learnt this by now.”
“He’s just passiona-“
“He loves a moan! Just for the love of god don’t tell him I’m here and do be prepared for me to say I told you so.” The younger brother gleamed as he opened the door to his brothers (and therefore his too) trailer.
Toms newest project had been filming in Atlanta on the big Sony sets for nearly 2 months, which meant they hadn’t seen the family in that long either. True to his word though, without fail, he would always find time to call home. Something which especially recently, had been the most necessary - to keep him sane. It hadn’t been the easiest, so Tom had fallen on his most reliable support much more often.
“When did you become a moody 16 year old again?” Tom muttered, flopping on the sofa as he watched Harry sit on the beanbag across from him. It was not a surprise Harry didn’t grace his shit comeback with a response, instead just sighing - already preoccupied on his phone.
Barely 30 seconds later and Tom had to admit to himself that his younger brother was, once again, right. Dom was droning on and on as if his laptop trouble was the only issue in the world and Tom had barely got a chance to say hello. Already tuned out, his attention was easily sidetracked from the conversation to Harry- who’s phone started ringing angrily.
He took notice of how Harry’s eyebrows furrowed looking at the caller ID, clearly this was much more interesting than whatever his dad was saying.
“Hello?… umm I don’t think so, cos of what happened… Anyas number? I do have it, I don’t know that she’ll-… is everything ok?”
Tom had gone from intruiged to downright worried. Chewing on his bottom lip he sat forward, glaring at Harry intensely to try and get the insider info.
He’d already pieced together it was something to do with Y/n. Anya is her best friend, her ride or die, the person who knew her inside out. And ‘what happened’ clearly referred to what had happened between Tom and Y/n. As in the end of Tom and Y/n.
And Harry seemed worried. Which meant Tom was ten times more worried. It was Y/n after all.
Things between the two hadn’t really stopped- that was Tom’s issue these past months. It’s all good and well saying it was the end, but you just can’t stop feelings like that. Not when you’re two years deep and helplessly in love like Tom was.
And Y/n was the same too.
The breakup wasn’t for lack of emotion or love for the other. It was for the long distance, for the public pressure, for all the external factors that seemed like the end of the world.
Both of them had learnt the hard way that maybe they weren’t. That maybe they’d made a mistake.
lemme know if you want to see the rest! will hopefully be at least a wee bit less angsty at the end ;)
this has been in my drafts for weeks and its just been annoying me so have it - not proofread so sorry if its illegible!
Tom Holland x reader
summary: the father of the brides wedding speech
warnings: light references to smut, alcohol, mentions of grief
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“Hello everyone, I’m very pleased you could all celebrate with us on such a magical day. We are of course here in honour of the union of two people, one of which being my gorgeous daughter. I feel as though I should skip the normal father-of-the-bride speech because most of you will already know how unbelievably amazed I am by Y/n everyday. So instead… I thought I’d talk you through the story of Tom becoming my son-in-law.”
The air in the room stilled, with a collective sense of foreboding about what your dad would go on to say. None more so than you and your new husband. Both of you squirmed in your seats and you took the opportunity to grab his hand under the table. The action was meant to reassure Tom- though really you had no assurance yourself.
“Now I am sure most of you here know just how much I have resented Tom through the four painful years he has spent worming his way into my family. And, as proven by the fact we are here today - you can see my efforts to push Y/n away from him have hopelessly and tragically failed. “
The whole room laughed- if a little nervously. Except your family, the people who knew your dad incredibly well… because you could see the little grin that kept attempting to takeover his whole face- having to be consciously withheld. He was having a bit of fun, just making sure it was super awkward for Tom too. You felt yourself relax back, which only made Toms apprehension even more entertaining.
“I have, at times, been told off by multiple people for being ‘too harsh’ on Tom here. So I am using this speech as my legal statement, sworn truth under oath…. so that you can all make your individual minds up as to whether I was just being ‘an uptight old fart’ like Y/n has described me on numerous occasions. Or… if my anger and disapproval have been justified. So sit back and enjoy the reasons why I hate the spiderboy.”
So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.
“Don’t follow me.”
Not now, not ever.
That had been three weeks ago.
And it still fucking hurt like hell.
It had ended up that Yamna had taken you back to hers, where you had stayed for a couple nights. During that couple of days, Tom had tried. He had tried to apologise, tried to explain, tried to fix things. But it just wasn’t that easy.
Whatever he said, it didn’t take back from the fact that he had in that moment meant it. So no amount of sorrys could ever take that back.
So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.
“Don’t follow me.”
Not now, not ever.
That had been three weeks ago.
And it still fucking hurt like hell.
It had ended up that Yamna had taken you back to hers, where you had stayed for a couple nights. During that couple of days, Tom had tried. He had tried to apologise, tried to explain, tried to fix things. But it just wasn’t that easy.
Whatever he said, it didn’t take back from the fact that he had in that moment meant it. So no amount of sorrys could ever take that back.
After everyone had realised just how serious their situation was, Tom had moved out of your shared flat - so you could at least be in the place you were comfortable. Afterall the nursery was built in your flat and clearly it was you doing all the baby stuff for the moment. Thankfully Yamna, having been cut loose so without job, offered to move in with you. Which was probably the only thing keeping you going.
Well, that and ben and jerrys ‘phish food’. Honestly the shop must think you’re running some sort of ice cream black market at the rate you’re getting through their tubs.
Everyone kept parroting that it wasn’t good for the baby. Too much ice cream . Too much heavy lifting. Too much stress.
And yes, it probably was. But that was out of your control . The stress and lack of man in the household meant you had to do the heavy lifting of shopping from the car up the stairs. Shopping meaning ice cream, which you only depended on so much because of the stress.
It was a vicious cycle of hell.
Even Yamna, the person you were relying on keeping you sane had started walking on eggshells. It was as though you were literally about to pop, she always had to have at least half an eye on you. You were even banned from locking the toilet door - just in case.
It felt like you were a captive animal, people kept coming to observe you, giving sad looks before gleeing the scene.
You hadn’t been sleeping well either. Of course, being 3 weeks of your due date didn’t help - but neither did the lack of Tom. In fact, for the first time since shit had hit the fan, you had actually been managing to get some decent sleep when Yamna knocked on your bedroom door, quietly calling your name.
“I’m asleep” Groaning, you pulled the covers further over your head, praying to god that she’d leave you alone. But of course that wasn’t happening, she just lightly chuckled before you felt the bed dip - she had perched on the edge… Toms side.
“You never normally sleep talk.”
“I’m never normally this sleep deprived.” She sighed, whilst you still stubbornly kept your eyes closed.
“I’m sorry I woke you…. but this is important.”
“What?” Almost grunting, you threw the covers down looking up at her in anticipation. That was another thing about pregnancy - you were always on high alert, always worried.
“Toms here.”
“Tell him to f off.” Quickly you stopped caring about what your bestmate had to say.
“He’s saying that he’s the little ones dad and that he deserves to be involved and…. and I think I might agree.”
“I deserve a boyfriend who stays loyal to me so clearly neither of us are getting what we want.” You weren’t angry at Yamna and snapping at her wasn’t the answer. And yet you still did it.
“Y/n….I love you and I am completely on your side. I just think that maybe, perhaps, you should at least manage to be civil before baby arrives. Otherwise… thats going to be a lot to deal with all at once.”
It was your turn to sigh, deep and heavy (or at least as deep as the baby let). Most infuriatingly she was right. The conversation had to happen at some point. With a baby there too it would only be even more traumatic.
“He’s here now?” It only dawned on you how broken you actually sounded when the words croaked out of you.
“Yeh hunny… I didn’t let him inside so he’s standing outside the door looking like a dickhead right now.” The image cheered you up a little, enough to sit up in bed and be wrapped in Yamna’s arms. Her actions said it all, she really only meant the best for you and knew how hard this would be. After a moment she leant back. “I almost considered calling the paps so they could get a picture and label him as a groveling dick.”
“You should of.” Of course you didn’t mean it, but the answer had you both laughing. It took a minute to calm down before she changed subject slightly.
“You want me to make myself scarce? I can hide in my room or go to the shops or-“
“Text the guy from the bar - you deserve a night off ‘babysitting Y/n’ duties.”
“I’m not babys-“
“Yes you are. Go out with him and have some fun, I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeh”
That was a bare face lie - but Yamna had been almost too good to you. She really really needed a break. Especially as the current plan was she’d be helping with the newborn too. Right now you wouldn’t have wished a baby on yourself - never mind your best mate.
“Okay, get ready then babe - but do it slowly, leave him waiting outside in the cold for as long as possible.”
“Obviously.” You laughed, hauling yourself out of bed, where she gave you one more encouraging hug before leaving.
After hearing Yamna leave, and brushing your hair and throwing on a new pair of trakkies and hoodie, you slowly walked towards the door. It felt as though impending doom were on the other side and every fibre of you wanted to scream and run the other way. But it just had to happen at some point. Why not now?
With a final sharp exhale, attempting to pull yourself together, you opened the door. Immediately your heart sank, seeing nothing. Had you really been that long? And even so, was a 10 minute wait enough for him to give up? You could already feel the hormonal pregnancy tears starting to spring, when a grunt drew your attention.
What you hadn’t considered was the fact Tom was ready to camp out, sitting on the floor beside your door. Springing to his feet, he seemed shocked you’d actually opened the door - makes two of you. When Yamna left she had told him you were coming, but seeing really is believing.
“Y/n! I-I… I wasn’t sure you were ever going to answer.”
“You and me both.” You replied dryly, still leaning on the door. “Do you er…. do you want to come in?” Again he seemed shocked, as though he wasn’t sure you meant it.
“Is that-that okay?” Shrugging you just nodded, stepping back so he could get in. He did pay half the mortgage afterall.
“You want a drink?” He quickly declined your offer, not vocally but instead rushing past you to the kitchen and turning the kettle on himself.
“Your the pregnant one. Go chill on the sofa, I’ll bring you a cuppa.”
And a bit taken a back by his forcefulness you followed instructions, from the sofa watching how effortlessly he danced round the kitchen. It wasn’t shocking, it was technically his kitchen too. But seeing him there felt so alien, almost transporting you back to much much simpler times. Seemed a lifetime ago.
After a couple of minutes, he rounded the sofa with a hot chocolate in one hand for you (because caffiene is bad for the baby) and a cup of Yorkshire tea in the other.
“So… how have you been?”
“Ate a lot of ben and jerrys” You answered without really answering, except he knew you all too well.
“That bad?” He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his brow “how about the baby?”
“I don’t tend to carry an ultrasound on me but she’s been keeping me up all night kicking - so normal I guess.”
“Thats good” He spoke before realising what he said. “Sorry no I um-I don’t mean it like that!” You all but laughed in the face of his flusteredness, only making the tips of his ears go pinker.
“I assume you had something to say and that you came here for a reason rather than just pity me?”
“I want to make things right Y/n - I-I mean your having my kid.”
“OUR kid”
“ Exactly! And-and I love you too and-“
“Bullshit” You may have murmured it under your breath but you had intended for him to hear.
“Oh come one Y/n, you know that!”
It was like the man was asking to be yelled at.
“Don’t sit there trying to patronise me! I THOUGHT i knew it but then I saw you all over another girl. So yes, I’m calling bullshit.”
“Ugh I… If your not going to even try to hear me out then…”
“Then what Tom? You gonna kick me out. I mean this is your flat after all! Maybe you’d like to dump the mother of your unborn child homeless on the street and forget about us - how’d that sound? I’m sure your fans would blindly applaud you.”
“Listen! Please would you just listen to me.” His voice was loud and tone harsh, making you flinch a little. Not because you were ever worried he’d hurt you - but how this wave of uncomfort shuddered through your body, baby even squirming in discontent. So focused on that you just nodded, shifting back into the sofa.
Tom had noticed your reaction and seeing you seemingly scared of him like that, well it broke his heart. Even more.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to shout, I just…. I really need to try and fix this.” He leaned closer, letting out a thankful breath when you just nodded, as if to say go on.
“I’ve really really missed you… these past couple of weeks I’ve never felt so gulity in my life. Not because of what I did! Well yeh that but-but more how much it hurt you and-“
“Fuck.”
You couldn’t help but let out that little curse of pain as a new wave of pain, which seemed to originate from your lower back, shuddered through you. Tom looked up from where his eyes had been nervously wringing his palms whilst he spoke. Rubbing a hand over your belly you shook your head and motioned for him to continue.
She was just kicking really really hard. Right?
“Uhm yeh so I just wanted to properly tell you everything that happened that night so at least we are on the same page? A-And I’m not going to try and use this an excuse but I had been drinking so-“
Seemingly baby disliked the end of that sentence too, causing another rippling wave to echo through your body, feeling as though a band was pressing tightly round your stomach. With another small curse it forced you to stand up, in the hope that’d ease her. Clearly she was as done with his shit as you were.
“Need a water.” You muttered, already waddling to the kitchen, where you heard Tom follow you immediately - like an inpatient dog.
“Y/n sit down I can-“
He was silenced by you freezing and grabbing his arm tightly - a physical contact he hadn’t been expecting from you.
“Tom… get your phone.” You spoke slowly, still not having dared to have moved an inch - fingers almost white from how tightly you were squeezing his forearm.
“Wha-are you-are you okay?”
“I think my waters just broke. Get the phone. Now.”
~~~ feedback is really appreciated + would love to know what u think as still in the process of writing so can be guided / helped by asks !!! ~~~
warnings: none I don’t think? tooth rotting fluff + bad writing
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These evenings would forever and ever be your favourite. The sky was almost an unbroken sea of vibrant blue, only interrrupted by the occasional cotton wool cloud - the sun wasn’t long from starting its descent below the horizon, but for now the light held.
Motorway driving had to be one of your favourite past times- no one else seemed to understand but for you, it was relaxing, a mind melter almost therapeutic. When ever life got a bit much, your answer was to hop in the car for a drive. It’s why times like this happen. Your boyfriend had been away for a painfully long time and he was coming home today.
Of course, for a star like Tom, the novelty of flying had long since worn off. It was almost part of his commute, the trip through security, in the air, then in a taxi back home. He never asked you to come pick him up, he didn’t want to put you out by driving for 3 hours, especially when the taxis were covered by his studio.
Except you chose to. Whenever he was landing at a time you werent otherwise busy, he’d find you on floor 7 of car park B - somewhere near the lifts so he diddnt have to lug his suitcases far.
idk if anyone is still here lol, but if u are here is the last part of 3 hearts. I found it super recently and thought for the sake of closure i’d post (whether or not it acc gives u that is another matter sorry lol)
i hope you are all well :)
summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it
Tom knew he fucked up. But unlike last time, at the airport, this felt so much worse. Last time, Y/n had just been angry; which obviously wasn’t nice, but wasn’t as sinister as this. When you had left in a sort of frenzy you looked.. well you looked broken. As soon as the door had slammed, in anger at himself, Tom had thrown his mug across the kitchen. Unsurprisingly it had smashed against the cupboard doors as well as splashing the remanent liquid across the kitchen. And then he was angry at himself, both for making a mess while acting like a tantruming child - as well as everything he’d done to you.
By the time he’d cleared up the mess - in what was quite a calming process- he realised the real pressing issue. It had him running out the front door, standing in the rain in the storm, looking across the road to where he had seen your car - what must’ve been hours ago. To his horror, his heart dropped. Your car was gone, so you had driven in the state you had left in.
That was really scary to Tom. Because he didn’t even know if you were safe, if you had made it home or if you were in some ditch somewhere. Jogging inside, he went straight to Harry’s room - asking him to drive over to yours. With a sigh, Harry hauled himself off his bed - able to tell from Tom’s face, and the raised voices he’d heard, that the conversation didn’t go great.
The whole way over, Tom was frantically scanning the roadsides, as if expecting to see your car upside down hidden in the bushes. Otherwise the jpurney was silent, Harry tried to ask what happened once and was told, in no uncertain terms, to fuck right off. It was impressive Tom hadn’t drawn blood, given the fact he was chewing on his bottom lip so hard. Before Harry had stopped the car, Tom was already reaching for the doorhandle but his brother stopped him.
“Tom look, her car.” Sure enough in the parking lot to your apartment building, there was your car - safetly pulled up. So, at least you were alive.
“I still need to-“
“You sure thats a good idea bro? If she left that upset then maybe-“
“Thanks for the lift.” Not giving Harry two seconds, Tom was already out the car, jogging toward the lobby. All his brother could do was sigh, feeling the need to text you, as a warning.
‘toms on his way up. im sorry x’
Even if Tom thought you were completely maniac when you left - he underestimated your sensibility. Of course you hadnt driven home - instead phoning your bestmate Y/bf/n. Like a night in shining armour, without asking any questions she’d ubered to Toms adress and then driven your car home with you.
Also being your best mate, she knew not to press. She knew you needed your space (ahem Tom take a hint) so although she was still in your flat - she left you to it in the bedroom.
So when Tom, almost panting, knocked down your door to nearly break the wood - it was Y/bf/n who answered it. Her hand immediately flying to Tom’s chest, pushing him out the doorway, as she also stepped out. That way she could give him a piece of her mind without you hearing it.
“You got some fucking nerve showin-“
“Is she okay?” He butted in, eyes frantically searching Y/bf/n’s.
“How do you think she fucking is?”
“I thought she’d have crashed.”
“I drove because you’re right she is in no fucking state.” He gulped at that, this distant hope of you not being as bad as he thought crushed. Y/bf/n’s glare didn’t help Tom compose himself at all.
“I er, Y/bf/n I don’t know what to do.” She just sighed, exasperated at this boys stupidity.
“Well what pissed her off?”
“I asked her why she doesn’t wont to move in with me.” Y/bf/n quirked her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed at that. Because she knew that Tom knew more about your childhood than she did. You trusted your bestmate implicity, yet it was a past you didnt like to think back to. She knew you’d told Tom everything, and when she found that out she also knew he was your person. Shame your person was so very ignorant.
“But you know?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know if its something to do with how messy I am, the way I sleep or-“
“For fuck sake Tom.” She didnt even exclaim, just pure exasperation coating her words. “Could you just - for a second- get your head out your own arse? It’s not about you.”
“But it’s about living with me?” Y/n pressed her thumb and index finger into her brows - actually wincing at Tom.
“It’s not about living with you… It’s living with anyone. It’s not having her safe space.”
“But it would be saf-“
Rolling her eyes, Y/bf/n just gave up, she couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. For some unknown reason you had put up with this actual clot head for three years, and she knew he was supposed to be next to you forever. So fuck it, she just gestured for him to enter the flat with a defeated nod.
Having had this curve ball thrown at him, Tom actually took measured and slow steps through your apartment. He knew the place like the back of his hand, having spent a fair amount of time here with you before. He remembered back 2 years ago, when he had helped you move in, after your first major release premiered. That first night, with nothing but a mattress on the floor - Tom had assumed you were planning to go back to his for the night. But no, instead you’’d got pizza delivered, and pulled out the essentials - a string of fairy lights and laptop for netflix.
You’d spent the night with him in the otherwise empty flat, lit by the warm glowing lights, watching netflix on the floor. It had been magical.
Tom just craved that experience again, but this time in your own shared place. Now though, he was racking his (small) brain to decipher Y/bf/n meaning. And he’d realised that maybe he really hadn’t been listening to you all along. So, almost hesitantly, Tom stopped at your door, steeling his nerve. And then, gingerly, he knocked softly - ear pressed against the door.
As expected, you ignored the sound on the door, figuring it Y/bf/n. That was until a voice echoed through the wood.
“Y/n, it’s- it’s me.” All the movement in your body, including the air in your lungs froze. He wasn’t supposed to be here. You had nowhere to run now. “I um…. I was worried. I shouldn’t of let you leave like that.”
Again you didn’t respond. Just clawing your knees tighter to your chest as you cowered in the centre of your bed, sat up agaisnt the pillows.
“I think I might’ve been ignoring you all this time. But I want to now… I’m ready to… I’m sorry I wasn’t before.” You heard a little thud, somehow knowing that was his forehead coming to rest on the otherside of the door. Silently, you used the cuff of the hoodie you were still wearing to wipe your face - hoping to remove the worst of your tears. Yes, your eyes were undoubtedly puffy and bloodshoot, but there was little that could be done about them.
“I’d love to say I figured it out for myself but I have to admit Y/f/n might’ve helped…. she called me an idiot about twenty times too - which is fair.” Wetly you chuckled the slightest bit at that, still looking toward the closed door expectantly. “I’ve been taking all of this personally… as an insult I guess. And-and I dont think… well I’ve come to realise I’m being really immature by having that outlook. I…. I just- please can I come in?”
It was infuriating because you were oh so mad at him. You were infuriated by everything and you were so incredibly hurt above all else.
And that was your conundrum. Throughout your relationship, whenever you felt this betrayed or upset or hopeless - you’d crawl into his arms. Except this time, he was the cause of all that pain. So as much as instincts made you want to fling the door open and bury your head in his chest, you fought it with every bit of strength you had.
“I can’t… I can’t see you right now.” Voice cracking, the illusion of authority you tried to convey simply was not there.
There was an uncomfortable moment of silence, before he replied in the most heart-shatteringly defeated tone.
“Okay just… just know I’m going to be right here waiting.” And you knew he would. Just from the way he sounded, it was as though the adrenaline was dissapating for exhaustion. You didn’t have the energy to fight, nor did Tom have the energy to beg. Until you both had recovered somewhat, you knew he would be waiting. So you called out an ‘ I know’ at the still shut door, before wiggling back down on the bed- more than ready to be numbed by sleep.
“And Y/n?…. I really really love you.”
Suffice to say you couldn’t bring yourself to respond to his broken tone. No, all it did was bring on a fresh stream of tears. You hated that you loved him so undeniably. And even, you hated the fact that he loved you so much. Because it only made arguing that much harder.
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You woke up some hours later, having managed to cry yourself to sleep - which must be a new all time low. It was still dark, in fact it looked like the early hours of the morning. Your head was pounding, no doubt stress induced, and you pressed a fist to your eye socket in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. When that failed, you turned to dragging yourself out of bed - in search of a glass of water.
Something about the fight made it feel as though you were physically ill. To keep the shivers at bay, you added some old joggers of Toms to the outfit you already had on - the jumper harry had given you yesterday. It was a bit shameful, deriving comfort from your ex-boyfriends clothes but… it was what you needed.
Also was he your ex? Had you broken up? Were you on a break, in famous ross and rachel talk? It certainly didnt feel like you were ‘together’…. but the label was too much to think about this early in the morning.
With a sigh you trailed across your bedroom, opening the door you’d been talking to hours earlier. Darkness swamped the hallway, and you had to blink your eyes a couple times in order to see through the blackness.
You wouldn’t have noticed, with a bleary gaze and hazy eyes - if it weren’t for the noise on the floor just by the side of the doorway. Jumping in shock, you stared eyes widened at the floor.
“Oh sorry if I scared you I jus-“
“What the hell are you doing here?” Because why. Why was Tom still in your flat? Why was he sat with his back against the bedroom door staring blankly into the dark opposite?
“I um…” He almost chuckled to himself, making you quirk your eyebrows together. “I said I’d wait here till you’re ready.”
“But I-I didn’t think you meant literally…. what time is it anyway?” Everything about this was unbelievably bizarre. Still on the floor, Tom checked his watch and declared 3:45, before hopping to his feet.
Now by no means were you on your high horse of looking good - no mirror was neccessary to know you looked like shit. But he didn’t look so great either. His hair was greasy, probably from running his hands through it too much. His eyes were puffy with lack of sleep, with dark bags hanging below them. He looked exactly how you felt.
“If you want me to leave then-“ You cut him off, already starting to walk past him as your tried to get around the boys literal idocy.
“I’m going to get a glass of water.”
And like a lost little puppy, Tom just trailed behind you to the kitchen.
While you were thinking. Who the hell deciedes its a good idea to camp outside someone elses room? Afterall, it is quater to 4 in the morning. If you had been more with it and noticed the weird presence , you might’ve thought he were a robber and put your self defence classes into effect. He was, in short, insane.
In silence you grabbed a glass and filled it with water, before leaning on the island couter top - facing Tom.
“So you just got real comfy in the hallway or?”
“Well I was gonna go wait in my car or-or somewhere a bit less creepy but I wanted to make sure you were okay… and-and well I could hear you crying and I didn’t want to leave when that was happening so I was just gonna stay till you calmed down.”
“Mhmm?”
“But then I guess you fell asleep because - no offence or anything- but you were snoring a bit.”
“I had just cried myself to sleep.” He pouted at you admission and nodded slightly.
“Yeh no I… sorry but yeh i just found it quite reassuring hearing that you were peaceful and calm.”
“I was asleep.” Again, you deadpanned the response and again - Tom’s reaction was as though you had shot him or something.
“Sorry it was weird and if you want me to leave you alone i’ll just….”
Again you didn’t answer his question of whether or not you wanted him gone because …. well honestly you didn’t know. So instead, you wordlessly leaned off the counter and walked to the sofa - collapsing heavily on it. Expectedly then, Tom followed, standing like a lemon at the foot of the sofa - clearly unsure on what to do.
“You’re not gonna stop bugging me till we have this talk, so you may as well sit.” And he did, jerkily and hurriedly - so that it looked so very awkward indeed. It took a moment of staring him down expectantly before Tom launched into a little speech. After all, it still wasn’t you that needed to apologise.
“Look love your er… your hallway was the perfect place to think. Think about everything thats been going wrong with us and-and especially Y/b/f/n’s ‘encouraging’ words.” He said that last part sarcastically and you couldn’t help but snigger just a little. Because if you knew your bestfriend you knew she would’ve given Tom hell for hurting you. “ Look, the reason I’ve been so desperate to take us to the next step is because I’m insecure. Insecure that I should’ve ‘settled down’ by now according to my dad. And-and well I’ve always been worried with the press and the paps that if things got too difficult we’d have to split. So I thought I’d taken it at your pace enough and I just got pissy.”
That you had to agree with, he definitely had been acting like a 5 year old.
“I just always thought that you didn’t want to move in with me right? And looking back thats so incredibly fucking dim because you’d already told me why…. if I’m right that is. I know you told me about your mum leaving and then the situation with your dad… but I’d never realised how much it affected you now. I’ve always had such a supportive family so when you told me all that I was sympathetic but…. but I was also naive. If it still affects you then thats so normal and I should’ve noticed. So I’m so so sorry.”
In response, you released the big breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. It really sounded like some divine intervention had got involved and slapped sense into him. Refreshing would be an understatement.
Except was it enough?
“Thankyou… I um, I appreciate that but…. but my parents.” You chewed you lip trying to conjure up the way to say this. “I-I thought you knew about what happened affects me, cos it does- everyday.”
“I didn-“
“No please Tom… this is my turn.” Shutting down his attempt to butt in, you picked your nails nervously - not expecting to be this confrontational. “You are the only person I’ve told everything to… and and I thought you had got it you know? I thought you got me… thats why I’m finding this so hard you know?”
Tom sighed, shifting uncomfortably on the opposite side of the sofa. All he wanted to do was give you a hug and try and ease your pain - except when he was the cause of it, that wasn’t going to work.
“I honestly just don’t have an excuse - I just couldn’t even imagine…. and-and, well if i’m honest-“ He met your eyes, as if looking for consent - you nodded, even if a little scared of what he would say next. “ It was clear that you didn’t like to talk about it and so…well i never asked you more questions or at least, enough to understand properly right?”
“So it’s my fault?” You really weren’t trying to jump to any conclusions, except he was making it very difficult to sound not stupid.
“ No! Nono not at all… but I was tiptoeing around because I didn’t want to upset you, which i guess made me only more thick and oblivious than normal.” Lightly laughing at the end, Tom then leant forward even more. “But I’m not making excuses I’m just here to apologise a hundred times over. I love you so much and I want to give you all the time in the world.”
“Where do we go from here though?”
“We go…” He exhaled, shifting so his whole body was facing you, leaning forward and looking deeply in his eyes “…absolutely no where. We stay here or you here and me at mine. We watch all the series we’ve said we’ll get round to and never have. We order food every night unless you want to try that new recipe book you got. We eat ice cream and I beat you at chess. We do absolutely nothing and I do everything I can to try and help you forgive me.”
Who knows how long you sat there, immobile, locked in this fierce and intense eye contact with Tom as he waited - and silently pleaded for you to forgive him.
“I’m still pissed. You acted like a toddler instead of just talking to me and then you ignored my issues. I’m not gonna forgive you like that.” Nodding, Tom still looked slightly disappointed at your harshness, slightly leaning away.
“But I could really do with a hug right now. ”
When I say the sappy grin that grew on his face was possibly the purest thing ever, I do indeed mean it. You literally watched as he got his sparkle back, as his eyes lit up and his whole body grew a few inches from its slightly slouched position.
And then you held each other closer than ever before. Tom squeezing you tightly and pressing his face into your collarbone quite forcefully. And you… you did the same.
Like it or not, you were it for him and vice versa. Having taken years for you to have your first argument, it probably wasn’t surprising it were so intense.
Perhaps he wasn’t completely to blame too. Perhaps sometimes you have to realise he cant read your thoughts. Maybe sometimes you need to put in the effort to explain.
You had to forgive him, even if it would take longer to forget… you’d get there.
Because thats what this whole thing is, giving and taking and forcing each other to grow and better yourselves. Neither of you were perfect and nor would you ever be. But you’d get better for each other, with each other.
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probably my last tom holland thing, hyperfixation has switched well and truly to f1 - if there are any of u that’s be interested I’ve still kept writing just switched my obsession lol. sending all my love, t <3
|| author’s note: depending on what you guys think, i may or may not make this into a series, so let me know. also tons of angst in this!!
The hold you had on your clutch purse was so tight that your knuckles had become a visible sheet of white. As you stormed down the empty corridor your heels clicked and echoed off the marble floor and high ceiling, like a war drum; alerting anyone within earshot that you were not to be fucked with right now.
Basking in your own stubborn self-righteousness, you ignored the pleas chasing after you and continued down the hall, making a direct line for the parking lot. “Hey, hey. Stop.” Finally a deseperate hand caught your arm, pulling you to an abrupt halt. Quickly snatching it away, you move to walk again but Tom turns and stands in front of you - effectively keeping you from leaving. “What is your problem?” His voice is sharp and hushed, his eyes burning an intense shade of brown.
You raise your eyebrows in surprise, your mouth popping open at his unmitigated gall. “My problem?” You sneer through gritted teeth, “you’re unfucking-believable. You know that?” He cocks his head at you, straining the muscles in his neck until they soundly crack, a common kink he has the tendency to do when he’s mad. Really fucking mad. “I’m unbelievable? I’m not the one that just stormed out of a room like a petulant child, forcing me to leave my very powerful, and highly-irritable guests unattended. Which by the way, is not a great reflection of me as host, or a business partner.” His voice has raised, and his hands are held in fists, balled up in his pockets, restraining themselves against the tight material of his dress pants.
“I didn’t make you come after me.” You snap, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance. His features flatten, and he sighs heavily. “Yet here I am,” he remarks bitterly, “so why don’t you just tell me what’s wrong.” It’s not a request, and at this point you know arguing would just be fighting an uphill battle that you’re inevitably bound to lose. Tom is the only person you know more stubborn than you. “I don’t feel comfortable with the way that woman was talking to you. Nor do I appreciate being covertly placed into the corner of the room, like a stray mutt with rabies. Are you ashamed of me or something?”
Tom looks slightly surprised by your sudden unabashed omissions of neglect, but also acutely annoyed. “If I was ashamed of you,” he takes a step forward, pulling one of his hands out of his pocket to cup your chin, “you wouldn’t have been in that room.” His thumb skates over your bottom lip, and dances its way over to your cheek which it strokes gently. Closing your eyes, you give yourself over to his touch momentarily, but the feeling of his hand on you only echos the image of the way it was touching the bitch in the red dress earlier. You turn your head away from his hand and shake it slightly.
“That’s not enough for me,” you sibilate, “I won’t be treated like some side whore, while you parade around with those prestigious women because of their association to men with titles that can help further your business.” You take in a shaky, but steadying breath as you straighten your shoulders; bracing yourself for Tom’s outrage.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Tom shakes his head in dismay, “come on, let’s go.” He grabs your arm forcibly and moves to lead you back towards the party, but you immediately tug it free. “No.” Is all you can manage as you stand your ground. “No, what?” He growls, narrowing his eyes at you. “I won’t be apart of it.”
He furrows his eyebrows at you in angry confusion, awaiting your explanation. “Her or me.” Tom rolls his eyes, running an exasperated hand through his hair, smoothing it back into perfect style. “This isn’t a youorher thing, this is business.” His voice is a low intense bark, and his eyes are closed as he tries to reign in his anger. “Fine,” you concede, “business or me.” Tom opens his eyes, his features falling in shock as he gapes at you. He blinks a few times, slightly shaking his head, his jaw tightening. “Don’t do this. Don’t go there.” He warns, taking a step closer. Instinctively, you step back and you watch as the panic washes over his face.
“Please,” his voice breaks slightly, his stern demeanor having taken a complete 180, looking more vulnerable than he ever has before. You so desperately want to give into him, dropping the whole damned thing, and following him back to the party; but deep down you knew - you knew this was now or later. Eventually, the two of you were going to reach this impasse and you needed to know which was more important to him. Only slightly comforted that this moment was happening now, rather than a few years in, you remained firm in your position.
“Business or me.” You repeated flatly, your eyes searched his for any clue as to what he was thinking; and amongst the panic, fear, betrayal, and vulnerability, you saw a cool resolve. Something you hadn’t noticed before, but knew deep down had always been there. He didn’t want this to happen, he didn’t think it ever would, but he knew, as well as you did, that his mind was already made up. Tom had come to this decision long before he’d even met you, no doubt having it instilled from a young age by his domineering-tycoon farther. There was no room for love in his life, no room for error or compromise, or any of the other complications that came with a real relationship. And you’d never be able to accept that, you’d always need and want more from him. More than he could give.
As you came to this realization, you’d wished for nothing more than to go back and not have said anything at all, but it was too late. Your relationship would be forever changed, tainted by this true understanding of each other. He’d never looked more transparent, yet you could still see the inner and physical struggle he was having; his fingers slightly twitching as he contemplated reaching out for you and his eyes begging you to stay.
“Okay,” your voice was a breathy whisper, “I’ll make it easy for you.” Without giving yourself enough time to back out of the situation, or jump into Tom’s awaiting arms, you shove past him and practically run out of the building. Much to your dismay, you feel the all-too familiar sting of tears prick in your eyes, threatening to fall as you reach the valet outside.
“Ma'am?” He acknowledges, eyeing you with concern. “A driver, please.” You manage, your words choking past the lump in your throat. The crushing weight on your chest, was one of the most painful things you’d ever experienced. It was if your heart had been smashed into a million pieces, rather than breaking straight down the middle; it would never recover from this, or be pieced neatly back together, it was obliterated by the incident that had just occurred. The warm wetness of tears stained your cool cheeks, as they slid down them before falling off your jaw in slow droplets. Your vision blurred as they pooled in your eyes, not being able to blink them away fast enough, and if not for the chauffeur coming out to guide you to the limo, you wouldn’t have even recognized your driver.
“Home, I presume Miss?” He suggests timidly, offering you a gentle hand to help you into the car. You nodded silently, and gave him a small polite smile as you took his proffered handkerchief. With the door shut, you were given the privacy to cry freely, allowing the once quiet sniffs to be overcome by sobbing gasps for air. Looking out the tinted window, you watched as the building disappeared behind you, it and your relationship with Tom fading into the black nothingness of the night.
Everything around you was a cruel reminder of him; his favorite whiskey accompanied with the glasses that you’d drank from earlier, your lipstick still staining the rim of one. The leather seats you sat on were embroidered in gold with his initials designed on them. All of the special moments the two of you had shared in the back of this limo, came flooding in as your eyes scanned your surroundings. The crushing reality of what you just left behind sets in, and the hole expanding in the pit of your stomach leads you to believe that you’ve made a grave mistake. Possibly the biggest one of your life.
summary: if there’s one thing Ellen is known for, it’s exposing secret relationships
a/n: this was written so quickly and not proof-read. also, i picked Ellen because if anyone would do this, it would be her lol
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July 2019
“So Y/N, are you currently dating anyone?” asks Ellen, taking a sip from her mug. You shake your head. “Not currently, no.” Ellen nods. “Well, please don’t worry anymore. We’re going to help you find someone in a little game we like to call Who’d You Rather?”
“Oh God,” you laugh, twisting slightly in your seat to glare at your manager for agreeing to this who laughed and poked her tongue out at you. “So all you need to do is look at the photos I show you and pick between these two options, alright?” “Okay, if you insist.” you roll your eyes, facing the large screen. “I do. So to start off, Timothee Chalamet or Dylan O'Brien?” “Oh, wow,” you laugh. “Starting off strong. Well, I was an absolute hoe for Maze Runner when it came out so I have to pick Dylan. Plus, I know Timothee better so it would be kinda awkward if I chose him.” The picture of Timothee fades away and is replaced by a new photo. “Dylan O'Brien or Harry Styles?” “Harry fucking Styles.” you say without hesitation and the audience cheers. Ellen nods. “Harry Styles or Florence Pugh?” You bury your head in your hands. “How could you ask me that, Ellen? That’s like asking someone to pick between cookie dough and mint chip ice cream! Impossible.” Ellen mimes tapping at her watch and tuts at you. “Time’s ticking, Y/N. Make your choice.” You sigh. “It’s absolutely Florence then. Sorry, Harry.” “Florence pugh or Chris Evans?” Ellen asks. “Flo.” Ellen’s eyes gleam as she quickly reads the next pair of names, rubbing her hands together in a comically evil fashion. “Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?” You slide down on your chair, laughing and covering your face with your hands. “Ellen!” you shriek. “I’ve just come off my second movie co-starring with Tom and he’s literally my best friend. You can’t ask me this!” Ellen grins. “Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?” she repeats. You pout at the camera. “Flo, I am so sorry. Please still be my friend. I pick Tom.” The crowd roars in approval and you wave a hand at them, laughing. “Shhhh, guys.” “Tom Holland or Jake Gyllenhaal?” asks Ellen. “Tom Holland.” “Tom Holland or Hailee Steinfeld?” “Tom Holland.” “Tom Holland or Niall Horan?” You hesitate, biting your lip as Tom’s frozen grin stares down at you from the photo. “I…fuck. Tom?” you say, almost as a question. “So it’s Tom?” Ellen grins. “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” You nod, sitting up straight and crossing your legs. “It’s Tom.” Ellen stares straight into the camera as an assistant signals an upcoming ad break. She rests one hand on your shoulder as she addresses the audience. “Tom Holland, you’d better act quickly. Y/N is currently sitting by her phone, waiting for your call. Don’t mess this up.”
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April 2021
You relax into the plush cushion of the chair on Ellen’s set once again. You are paying attention, sort of. You nod and laugh in all the right places, offering stories and jokes when needed but your mind is miles away. Ellen can pick up on this and she shifts in her seat. “Y/N.” she says, holding eye contact. “Can I have your phone please? Your eyes widen as you reach into the pocket of your oversized blazer, following her request and placing the unlocked device in Ellen’s waiting hand. "I wonder,” she says out loud, “who we can get to answer your call?” “Oh God,” you laugh, covering your face. “If no one picks up I’ll be so embarrassed.” “The Watermelon Man?” Ellen questions, reading off of the screen. “Shall we call the Watermelon Man, whoever that is?” You cover your face, laughing. “Jesus. If Harry Styles doesn’t pick up I think I’ll throw myself off a cliff.” The phone rings three times before a voice rings out from a noisy background. “Y/N! How are you?” laughs Harry. “This is a surprise, I have to admit.” “Harry!” you call out, before he can say anything else. “Ellen’s hijacked my phone and started ringing people, I’m so sorry.” “Oh, she has?” Harry asks mischievously. “I’ll make sure not to mention anything about our upcoming collaboration then…” he trails off and you can practically hear him winking through the phone as he hangs up. “That absolute fucker,” you laugh, rolling your eyes at his spoiler as Ellen is already scrolling through your contacts list again. “Oh!” she exclaims, eyes bright. “Y/N, I thought you told us you weren’t dating anyone? May I ask who ‘My Darling ’ is?” You freeze on the spot, mouth drying out as you blink at Ellen, desperately trying to jump start your brain into snatching the phone back. You glance over at your manager who is sat stock still, just as shocked as you are. The phone rings five times and you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s 3AM in London right now, he’s not going to pick up. Just as you’ve collected your heart off of the floor and smoothed your hair down, ready to make a self deprecating joke about this mystery person not picking up, there’s a pause and the a collective gasp from the audience as the phone connects. “Hello my love, is everything alright?” asks Tom in his groggy, raspy morning voice. Ellen’s jaw hits the floor so quickly you’re shocked it doesn’t fall off entirely.
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request from @thirlwallshollandforlittle mix!reader on holiday with tom and the boys - hope you enjoy !
a/n: i’m using jade thirlwall as face claim again for the smau posts for continuity
those 3 photos are also so wonky if you’re on pc lol im so sorry - but honestly not sorry enough to spend 25 minutes fixing them. it looks good on the app on dark mode.
warnings: blood, injury, alcohol, maybe too much fluff lol
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The end of a tour was always a strange time. After so many weeks of living on the road with your closest friends, it was a shock to come back to reality. The end of this tour was especially hard, knowing it would be the last time you’d perform with your band for a while as you all took a well-deserved break.
Tom had witnessed the effect this had on you, and after spending a few days stroking your hair as you lay on the sofa binge-watching reality TV, letting you rest up he came to you with an idea. An escape from dribbly London, a holiday to celebrate and take your mind off of things. He suggested you invite the rest of the girls too, and once Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine heard about the trip they were all too excited to crash it.
So here you were, the eight of you sprawled out underneath the blue Bali sky, listening to the gentle crashing of the waves and feeling the warmth of the sun beating down on your skin.
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The boys had eventually tackled each other into the ocean and you lay on a beach towel, surrounded by the rest of your band. In your relaxed state, you only half register the familiar giggle approaching your towel, accompanied with a grumbly, “watch it, Tom!” from Jade as he no doubt blocked her sunlight. Something cold and wet hit your shoulder, followed by a cascade of tiny drips pattering over your stomach and you shriek, opening your eyes to meet Tom’s crinkly ones as he stands above you, shaking out his wet curls over you.
“Toooooom!” you groan, shivering at the cold water.
“Y/NNNNNN!” he mocks, dropping down onto the sand next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“What was that for?” you ask. “I was sunbathing.”
He shrugs.
“What’s the fun in having a girlfriend if you can’t bug the hell out of her?” he grins, knocking his forehead into yours.
You roll your eyes, inadvertently snuggling into his side. You can never stay annoyed at him for long.
“Anyway, I came over hear to ask you to play chicken with Tuwaine and I.” he says. “Otherwise I gotta have Harry on my team and he sucksat chicken.”
You snort into his shoulder, nodding.
“Harrydoessuck at chicken.”
Before you even have a chance to decide whether to play, Perrie is hopping up off her towel, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet.
“Pez!” you shriek as she tugs you towards the water, Tom laughing and jogging after the both of you. “What the hell is going on?”
“A game!” she cheers. “We have to hurry, I want to win!”
You wobble slightly, grabbing onto Tom as you try to stay on his shoulders with his arms wrapped around your legs.
“Ouch!” he screeches. “My ears, love, why are you grabbing my-”
“Oh shit,” you laugh, bending down to press a kiss to his red ears in apology and sticking your arms out for balance instead. “Sorry.”
“Come on!” calls Perrie as she approaches, balanced perfectly on Tuwaine’s shoulders. “Are you ready to loose?”
When you’re closer, you reach out and rest your hands on her shoulders and she copies your action.
“Ready?” calls Tuwaine.
“Three, two-”
Perrie gives an almighty shove before Tuwaine can even say one, sending Tom stumbling backwards and you sliding off his shoulders into the water.
“Perrie Edwards!” you shriek, coughing saltwater out. “He didn’t even get to one!”
Perrie laughs as she and Tuwaine high five. Tom has recovered at this point and wraps one arm around you as you stand up.
“Are you okay?” he laughs.
You nod, tapping his shoulders to signal him to crouch down. He obliges and you clamber back on determinedly. Tom puffs his chest out as you approach the other team, preparing to win this time.
“FIGHT!” you yell, pushing hard on both Perrie’s shoulders. She teeters backwards but regains her balance, pushing you back in retaliation. You both grapple with each other, and just as Tuwaine stumbles backward and you think that you and Tom have this one in the bag, she reaches out and pushes against your hip, pushing you off sideways.
You scream as you fly through the air, hitting the water with an almighty splash. You fall so forcefully you go right down to the blue bottom, scraping your knee against a particularly sharp shell. Before you can properly register what happened and resurface, a pair of strong arms reach down and pull you up into the sunlight. Tom gasps in relief, holding you close to chest bridal style as he checks you over.
“Darling! Are you alright?” he worries.
You nod, blinking against the harsh light and giggle slightly at his protective state.
“Tommy I’m fine! It’s not even that deep. I just got a shock, is all.”
Tom looks unconvinced and pouts as his eyes sweep over your legs.
“You’re bleeding, darling.” he says, gently holding your knee.
You glance down and see that he’s actually right. There’s a gash across your left knee and a steady stream of red blood streams out, fading into the clear ocean water. Perrie wades over, looking guilty.
“Y/N I’m so sorry babe! I got to competitive and you got hurt!”
You shake your head, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“I’mfineyou lot of worriers! It looks worse than it is, honestly it’s not deep. I’m fine.”
“I’m going to take you back up to the beach and have a look at it.” says Tom, wading out into the shallows. You roll your eyes but know you can’t stop him as he carries you up the beach, laying you on a towel near the rest of the group. Jade and Leigh-Anne have gone off somewhere and Harrison is out cold underneath his sunhat, but Harry shakes his head as Tom crouches over you, pressing tiny kisses to your knee and trying to wipe the remaining blood away, wincing whenever he looks to closely.
“This never would have happened if you’d let me play chicken, Tom.” Harry laughs.
Tom shoots him a death glare and Harry quietens, sensing how worried Tom is about you.
“Sorry,” he mutters, turning to you. “Seriously, are you okay Y/N?”
You reach out and playfully smack the redhead, rolling your eyes.
“For the last time, I’m fine! It’s literally a small cut and everyone’s acting like I’ve been partially beheadedor something.”
Harry snorts in laughter as he holds up his hands in surrender.
Tom leans over to someone’s large beach bag, searching for some kind of Band-Aid for you. He chucks items in his way behind him as he does so, a tube of sunscreen landing in the middle of Harrison’s stomach who wakes up with an “oof”.
“There’s nothing in here, darling.” Tom sighs. He stands up and reaches down, picking you up bridal style again. “I’m going to take you back to our room and we’ll find you something there.”
You nod, not even trying to protest as you know you won’t convince him.
Harrison sits up, blinking as he adjusts to the sunlight. He catches sight of Tom striding towards the hotel with you in his arms and frowns at Harry who only shrugs at him, opening up a trashy magazine you had left.
“Y/N!” calls Harrison. “Are you okay??”
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“He didn’t swim into you on purpose, Y/N” sighs Leigh-Anne. “You just happened to snorkel right into his house, that’s all.” She tries to reassure you as you all crowd around a table in a tiny restaurant, you cosying up in the corner of the booth between her and Tom.
“I saw the bloodlust in his tiny fishy eyes, Leigh,” you say, shuddering at the memory of only a few hours ago. “He had an evil plan.”
Tom picks up his fork and brandishes it at invisible fish all around your table. “Back off!” he barks. “Back off, say I! Away from my girlfriend!”
You grab his fork, placing it down on the table and knocking your head into his shoulder as you try so hard to stay serious at his childish antics.
“Tom!” you hiss. “You’re making a scene.”
He shrugs.
“I’m an actor darling, it’s what I do. The other thing I do is protect my wonderful girlfriend against supervillain fish plotting against her.”
It’s at this moment that there is a simultaneous lull in everyone else’s conversations and all six heads turn to look at you and Tom, blinking for a second before bursting out in laughter.
“Evil supervillain fish?” splutters Jade, as Tom buries his head in your shoulder.
“You all heard it out of context,” he mutters sheepishly.
You’re deep in a conversation with Leigh-Anne about a recent performance when you notice Tom has been uncharacteristically quiet. You turn to see him leaning away from you, seemingly invested in a photo Perrie’s showing him on her phone. Looking closer, you see she’s proudly showing him pictures of baby Axel. “Oh, and look at this one with him and Hatchi,” she coos.
Tom gives ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ in all the right places, nodding and grinning with his eyes trained on the phone but he drums his fingers on the table, fidgeting and shifting in his seat. Before you can ask if he’s okay, you’re all distracted by the food arriving. Once everyone’s started eating you lean into his side and put your mouth near his ear.
“Hey,” you whisper, conversation drowned out to the rest of the group by the chatter of everyone else. “Are you okay? Did Perrie ambush you with baby photos?”
He laughs softly, resting a hand on top of yours.
“Don’t worry about me, love. Just seeing all the baby photos, it got me thinking and excited for the future.” he whispers.
Your heart skips a beat and he grins properly, pressing a kiss to your head. He gives you one last smile before tucking into his meal.
“Oh my God,” he moans. “This is fucking incredible! Darling, you have to try some.”
He scoops up some of his meal on his fork, twisting in his seat and placing his free hand under your chin so he can feed you a mouthful. He’s not wrong, the food is absolutely incredible and is made even better when you’re surrounded by your best friends in the world. The sweet moment is interrupted by Harry and Jade making gagging sounds and pretending to be sick from their end of the table as they try to glare at you and Tom, but neither can hide the shine in their eyes as they watch you two.
As the night grows dark and the group is only illuminated by the colorful lanterns hanging above the table, Jade taps her knife against her glass, waiting until the whole table is watching attentively. Jade clears her throat.
“Before we leave tonight, I want to raise a toast. Or maybe a few toasts, so we might need to get some more to drink over here. Firstly, I want to toast to the girls.” She glances around at you all, eyes shining. You can already feel yourself welling up and Leigh-Anne clasps your hand under the table for comfort. “You girls have been the best sisters for the last ten years. We couldn’t have done any of this without each other, and I’m so proud of everything we’ve achieved. Seven incredible albums, the tours, the awards, the music videos, the performances, the fans we’ve met, winning Best British Group-” you all cheer, Tuwaine reaching two fingers up to his mouth to whistle and Tom wrapping an arm around you and squeezing you into his side -“but most of all, our friendship,” Jade continues. “I think it’s fair to say that our friendship has gotten us through the last ten years together, and I just wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate you lot. I love you.” she sniffles, raising her glass. “To Little Mix!”
“To Little Mix!” you all chorus, clinking your glasses and wiping away stray tears.
“I’ve got a toast too, because I don’t think Jade can get through another one,” laughs Perrie, holding Jade as she sniffles and hiccups slightly. “I want to raise a toast to Tom and Y/N. Now, Y/N.” she begins. “We’ve always been a little protective over you, though God knows you don’t need it, really. I know we tend to tease you and Tom a lot for having absolutely zero boundaries and piling on the PDA when you’re together, but it’s only because we love you both so much. It’s been an honor to watch you fall in love, bub.” she says.
“And to have been the three co-authors of every text Tom received from you for the first six months of your relationship.” adds Leigh-Anne, knocking her shoulder into yours.
“Wait, what?” Tom laughs.
“Mind you though Tom, Little Mix will reassemble to commit a felony if you ever hurt her,” pipes in Jade.
“To Tom and Y/N,” cheers Perrie, ignoring him and raising her glass. “For being Tom and Y/N!”
Tom buries his hand in his jacket that he’d tucked around your shoulders when it had started to get color and rests his head on top of yours, basking in the moment with you.
“And for paying for this trip!” cheers Harry.
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y/ninstagram☑️: on our way!
mixerjadeee: where are you going ????
↪️y/ninstagram☑️: Bali!!
harryholland64☑️: i’m literally sat right on the other side of you, where’s a pic of me?
perrieedwards☑️: can’t wait to see you guys again!
↪️angely/nn: ARE THE GIRLS ALL GOING TOGETHER IM CRYING
tomholland2013☑️: naa why do i do that thing with my hand
↪️y/ninstagram☑️: idk spiderman
dommoholland☑️: you’ve got that son of mine reading? witchcraft.
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tomholland2013☑️: how you feel about a rendezvous? time for two
tuwaine☑️: *eight
mixerhollands: he used a little mix lyric
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↪️tomholland2013☑️: back off bro?
parkersy/n:oop-
harryholland64☑️: how long did it take you to spell rendezvous right
↪️tomholland2013☑️: like 2 min i got yn to spell check
summary: rumors fly during an interview leading to a shock announcement for tom and his girlfriend
a/n: inspired by a tiktok i saw months ago and have not stopped thinking abt since i literally could not think of one panel-type event that wasnt comic-con i am so sorry flsjsjksjs
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Tom shifts in his seat, running one hand through his curls as he tries to keep his face animated and stop his eyes glazing over. he’s been sat on a vaguely uncomfortable chair for the last hour or so at Comic-Con, promoting his latest movie and as much as he loves his job and the fans, all he wants to do is crawl into bed and curl up next to you for a good twelve hours.
“Tom?” prompts the interviewer.
“I- I’m so sorry, what was your question?” he asks, flushing in embarrassment at being caught zoning out.
“Is Y/N here today?” repeats the interviewer patiently.
Tom grins at the mention of your name and he sits up taller, eyes scanning the crows until he finds you, hoodie pulled up over your head to hide from eagle-eyed fans.
“She is, yeah. I basically dragged her here so we could kind of spend time together, as an apology.” he admits.
“An apology?” the interviewer says. “What did you do, Tom?”
“Yeah, what did you do, Tom?” echoes one of his co-stars, laughing.
“I fell asleep during our movie date.” Tom admits sheepishly, shaking his head at the roar of laughter from the crowd. “Twenty minutes in, I was out cold.”
“You didn’t!” laughs the interviewer. “What did she do?”
“She was the absolute best, of course. She just held me and stroked my hair and wrapped me up in a blanket and then stayed on the sofa with me all night.” he says, eyes crinkling at the general “awww” from the crowd.
The interviewer’s eyes glint mischievously as Tom tells his story, clearly sensing a way to divert the interview to The Good Stuff™.
“So speaking of Y/N, there’s been a lot of talk about you two online recently.” he starts. “Specifically, engagement rumors? Is there any basis, any truth to these rumors?”
Tom shifts around as he stalls for time until he can meet your eyes in the crowd, raising his fluffy eyebrow ever so slightly to silently ask if you’re okay with him talking about your relationship. You give him a tiny nod, encouraging him to go on.
“No, we’re not engaged.” he says. “But we’ve honestly never been happier than we are right now. She’s so creative, and caring, and funny, and gorgeous. There’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with.”
You can’t help but feel slightly choked up as he gushes, resisting the urge to throw off your hoodie and run up to the stage, crushing him into a bear hug and never letting go.
“WHEN ARE YOU PROPOSING?!” yells a particularly enthusiastic fan, rousing cheers from the rest of the crowd and the cast members on stage.
Tom laughs as he winks at you again.
“When I’m sure she’ll say yes.”
This, of course, results in almost hysterical screams (affectionate).
You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on Tom’s contact and typing out a message. He’s watching you of course, so when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket he pulls it out, cheering like an excited seven year old, “I got a text! From Y/N!”
Y/N: i’d marry you in a heartbeat baby <3
He blows a kiss in your direction, grinning from ear to ear. As he’s distracted, gazing at you lovingly, a co-star leans over his shoulder and reads the text.
“Holy shit!” they laugh. “Did Tom Holland just get engaged?”
The screams reach an all-time record and you wince slightly, bringing a hand up to your ringing ear. Tom snatches his phone closer, rolling his eyes.
“Hold your horses!” he laughs. “Let me check.”
He balances the microphone in his left hand as he types out a quick message.
tommy: Did we just get engaged??
Y/N: we will be when you give me that rock hidden at the back of your sock drawer
Tom’s soft brown eyes crinkle around the edges as he grins all but leaps up from his chair.
“Is this interview wrapping up soon?” He asks cheekily. “I’ve got to go get engaged.”
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tysm for reading! comments and reblogs are always super appreciated. i wanna thank you guys for all the love on my blog, you’re the best <333
Warnings: sexual comments, a threat at the end with a knife, language, Harrison being creepy, an issue with Financials and someone secretly paying for someone else
Word Count:5,250
Author’s Note: Here’s a new parttttt! I’m hoping to get a lot of writing done now that I’m out of school, let’s see how this goes.
For the next few days, waking up in California with just Tom by your side, most times draped over you, his bare chest to your bare back, makes you feel less and less like returning to New York. The responsibility that lingers in that city is crushing when you’re there and going back doesn’t sound as pleasurable as staying in paradise.
The night before your flight out, you find Tom out on the deck, legs dangling over the side. He glances up as you come to stand beside him, squirming between his legs. He wraps his arms around you, draping his chin over your shoulder. You reach up, rubbing his hands before drawing his hands up to your lips to kiss his knuckles,
“I don’t wanna go back.” You murmur, pouting at him when you glance up. You lay your head against his shoulder, watching him smile. He chuckles softly, glancing down at you,
“I know… me either. Like… all that responsibility. I just wanna be here with you.” He explains. You nod,
“I’ve always dreamed of escaping somewhere with someone I love more than anything and then you offered to bring me to California for the weekend.” You half tease. Tom smiles down at you,
“Yeah? Someone you love more than anything ey?” He asks. You nod,
“Yeah. I’ve never had anyone this caring before. It’s refreshing.” He hums,
“Dunno that I’ve ever had anyone like you either. Sweetest little thing ever and I get sex whenever? Perfect.” You snort,
“You’re such an asshole.” He rubs up your arms as he presses his lips into your hair,
“I just wanted someone uncomplicated and then I found you.” He murmurs. You smile, holding his hands,
“Yeah… wish I could say the same.” He tickles you until you nearly fall from the deck,
“Who’s the asshole now little lady?” He growls. Relaxing in his arms for just a moment with a few solitary giggles, you hold his hands,
“Just wish we didn’t have to leave. It’s so peaceful here. What if… what if we just… move closer to the coast. I like the coast.”
“Are you actually talking about moving in with me?”
“It’s just a thought. I’m trying to not… be in a depression."
"Aah, don’t tell me that. I don’t wanna know that.” He murmurs, nuzzling in your hair. You smile,
“Like… you make me feel better but… I just hate the idea of going back to work and all that, ya know?”
“No… because I love my job.”
“Sure, yeah, I also love watching you almost die.” You tell him with a roll of your eyes. He chuckles softly,
“I know.” He sighs,
“Whenever you want, wherever you want, I’ll follow.” He murmurs. You smile, turning your head to lay on his shoulder so you can look up at him,
“Yeah? So if I moved here you’d come?"
"Course,” He tells you, eyebrows furrowed together, “not only is it gorgeous here, but you’re here. There’s nothing keeping me in New York. My family’s in London anyways, and my job doesn’t care where I’m at. There are just as many rings here as there are in New York.” He explains. You stare up at him,
“You’d really just… relocate for me?” You ask. He nods,
“Absolutely."
"Crazy, lovesick fucker.” You grumble. He cackles loudly,
“You’re right and that’s sad. I’d literally follow you to the ends of this earth if that’s where you chose to go because I love you that much.” He confirms. Rolling your eyes, you hold his arms around you,
“You’re insufferable. It makes me sick.” He hums,
“You wanna see how insufferable I am?” He asks. You sit up, turning to him as he roots around in his pocket, swiftly pulling out a case and snapping it open to reveal a small, heart shaped diamond ring. The biggest diamond is a simple, heart shaped cut and the row of diamonds around it follow the shape. The band is silver, and more diamonds line it until the curve into the circle, “Its just a promise ring, nothing to phone home about but… when I went to run some errands back home, the other day I passed a jeweler and saw it and had to buy it. It was calling me.” He explains as he slides it from it’s pillow and onto your finger. You’re rendered speechless and Tom hums,
“Take it you love it and that’s why you’re speechless.” He adds with a soft chuckle,
“My god Tom it’s beautiful. This is… the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” You tell him. He smiles, staring down into your eyes when you look up at him. You twist your hand in the setting sunlight, “God I could send this to Willa with no context and give her a heart attack.” Tom cackles as you move back in his arms. He kisses your temple,
“That sounds like something you’d do.” You giggle, twisting your hand to make the diamonds sparkle,
“Holy shit. Wow. You really are a romantic then huh?” He shrugs,
“I try my best.” Leaning up to kiss his plush lips, you lay your head back against his shoulder,
“Let’s just elope and stay here forever.” You mumble. Tom chuckles,
“Whatever you want… it’s yours."
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Just like the flight out, the flight back into New York is pretty tame. Tom holds your hand just the same, carries your luggage just the same, leads you up to his apartment and ducks inside after,
"Home sweet… home?” He asks. You smile up at him,
“I’m exhausted, that’s all I know. I need a shower and a good night’s sleep.” You tell him. He hums,
“Can I watch?” You giggle as you trail into the living room, but something’s off. You see something in his armchair shift and you give a gasp,
“Tom there’s someone in here!” You squeal, bouncing back into his body,
“What?!” He wraps an arm around you protectively as he flicks the light switch on and a blonde with a sharp jawline blinks at the light. You hold Tom’s arm tight and the second his shoulders relax, you squeeze his arm tighter,
“Harrison…” He murmurs. The blonde give a slight smirk,
“You’re right… she’s hotter in person."
"Fuckin ‘ell mate you almost killed her. I’d'a fucking ended you.” Tom mumbles as he nears the man that stands from his armchair, toothy smile on his face as he nears your boyfriend. They embrace and you can’t help but continue to cower in the corner. Tom turns to you,
“Uhm… Y/N, love, this is Harrison, one of my best mates from home. Harrison, Y/N.” You nod, loosening up just a little,
“Hi."
"Hello darling. You don’t have to worry… I won’t bite."
"Not harder than I do.” Tom quickly chips in. He chuckles after a moment, before he’s reaching for your hand, holding it out to you reassuringly,
“Let him look at you baby.” He purrs. After another moment, with another weary glance at Harrison, you take Tom’s hand and let him drag you in,
“Whoa…” You both glance up at Harrison and then down at your finger where your ring rests,
“It’s a promise ring, don’t lose it.” Tom murmurs as he wraps his arms around your body. Harrison swallows, eyes caught on the jewelry as you hold Tom’s arms,
“Thought none of us had ever met the girl and you were already engaged.” He murmurs. Tom shakes his head,
“I’d do it but… I think that’d scare the poor thing.” He coos in your ear. Glancing up at him, you shake your head,
“I would’ve said yes. You’re my best friend."
"This… I’m so sorry in advance but… this is the same girl that heard you fucking through the wall right?” Harrison asks. Tom nods,
“Yeah, why?"
"I’m just… curious… you’ve been together, what, five months?"
"Yeah just about.” Tom confirms. Harrison nods,
“Dedication. She’s very dedicated mate.” Tom hums,
“You have no idea.” Kissing your temple, Tom sighs and looks to his best friend,
“What are you doing here?"
"Came to surprise you. I knew you’d be in Cali until today so I thought I'd…come sit in here.” You frown,
“Does he have a key?” Tom’s reaching the same conclusion you are, shaking his head, his eyebrows furrowed,
“No, he doesn’t. Did you really pick my lock?”
“You should move to a safer neighborhood. Your building has no cameras.” Harrison chides proudly. You giggle as Tom reaches up to press his fingers into the corners of his eyes, rubbing softly,
“Fucking hell.” Pressing a hand to his stomach, you kiss his cheek,
“I’m gonna take a shower and then we can order in and chill and you guys can catch up okay?” Tom nods,
“Yeah, okay.” Smiling at Harrison, you head for Tom’s shower, craving the need to wash off the flight from California.
Nearly two hours later, you’re sat beside Tom, Chinese in your lap. You eat as the two converse, Harrison catching Tom up on issues back home while Tom, in between conversations, fills you in on what all of Harrison’s information means. You nod along and soon enough, both boys are drawing you into conversation, starting with your time in California,
“Yeah, it was good. It was peaceful."
"I wasn’t allowed at the match.” You start, side eyeing Tom. He glances at you, tsking,
“See if I ever try to protect you again.” Giggling, you lean into his side,
“I’m kidding. It’s cute when you’re protective."
"Wait,” Harrison leans forward, “You didn’t let her come to the match?”
“California’s a really bad gang area and the opponent I was up against was really into all that shit. I didn’t want her there by herself. I can’t focus on the fight if I know she’s just in the crowd alone.” He explains. Harrison hums,
“Smart I guess.” He murmurs. You trace your finger over the rim of your wine glass,
“He’s all sentimental. It’s cute.” Harrison chuckles as Tom leans back against the couch, rubbing his eyes,
“Go next door, you’re on timeout the rest of the night.” You squeal as he takes your wineglass from you, gripping your arms and jokingly trying to force you to stand. You flop into his lap, binding your arms around him. He cradles you, “little brat.” Stroking up your arm, he sighs, staring down at you. When he looks back up at Harrison, his eyebrows furrow,
“What?” You look to his best friend, who shakes his head,
“Nothing, you two are just really pretty together. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this with a girl before.” He explains. Tom hums,
“She’s my whole world.” He murmurs. You rest your head against his forearm, smiling up at him,
“You’re the best.” He chuckles,
“You don’t know who I used to be with this div.” He mumbles, gesturing to Harrison. You giggle again before he’s drawing you up to sit in his lap. You reach for your wine and Harrison watches Tom watch you for a moment. He’s genuinely never seen his best friend so enraptured by a woman before. You’re different. You’ve changed Tom in ways the man across from you can’t imagine. When you meet his eyes again, you lick your lips,
“So yeah… the views were great. California’s really beautiful.” You tell him, cheeks flushing. He nods with a smile,
“Yeah… I bet.” Tom hums,
“You wish you had what I do.” He grumbles. Harrison smiles,
“I often do, yeah. You’re out here living your dream, raking in the ladies and I am a little jealous. She’s beautiful mate and I’m proud of you for who you’ve become. Quite the little boxer.” He smiles,
“Always knew I’d be better than you at everything.” Tom teases. Harrison scoffs,
“And on that note, I’ve got jet lag and will go back to my hotel and die.” Harrison grumbles. You giggle, watching Tom roll his eyes. Harrison checks his watch,
“Despite my best efforts it actually is getting late and I’m whooped. We can get back together and hang out some more.” Tom stands just as his best friend does and tucks his hands in his pockets,
“Mate… you don’t have to stay at a hotel. I’ve got a spare."
"No, no, no, you guys need your privacy and I’ve already paid. I’ll just meet up with you later. It uhm… it was nice to meet you Y/N, sorry for scaring you.” You smile up at him,
“That’s alright. It was nice to meet you too. Stop by any time.” His smile widens before he’s nodding and heading for the door. You half listen as him and Tom murmur back and forth before Tom is closing the door and heading back to you. You hum when he comes into view, leaning over and kissing your cheek,
“You okay?” You nod,
“Yeah. He seems nice. That’s the best friend you always talk about?” You ask. He nods,
“Yeah.” He rounds the couch, watching you sip from your wine glass,
“I’m still the pretty one huh?” He poses. You nod,
“Oh yeah… definitely.” You murmur. He smiles,
“So I get to stay?” You nod,
“Well yeah. Gotta get sex somewhere and you’ve been doing decent.” You tease. He rolls his eyes,
“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night babe.” You giggle, moving closer to him. His fingers dance along your leg, eyes cast down to the place on your skin,
“You were well behaved."
"Well I’m not a dog so… yeah, I can play along well with others.” He hums,
“He’s decent. My brothers are the nightmares. Whenever you meet them… I’ll have to hold your hand so they don’t chew you up.” You smile, staring at him. When you don’t say anything, he glances up and cocks his head,
“What?” You shake your head, playing with your earlobe,
“You just… didn’t say if I met your brothers, you said when.” You tell him. He hums,
“Well I gave you a promise ring sweet girl, of course I intend for you to meet my family and be in my life forever. You’re gonna have my babies.” He confirms. After another moment of just staring at each other, he snags your glass from your hand, setting it on the table and leaning over you. You giggle as he crawls between your legs, yours wrapping around his waist. He leans in and kisses you, his hand slipping up under your top to caress your bare skin,
“Hope that doesn’t scare you off beautiful." He murmurs huskily. Threading your fingers through his hair, you shake your head,
"Not even close.” He smiles before his lips are covering yours and he’s grinding his crotch into yours, bringing just enough pleasure from the pressure of himself. You let out little breathy gasps as he continues until he’s jumping up, and a squeal is leaving your lips as Harrison clears his throat. He raises an eyebrow when you both sit up,
“Hopefully that’s the first time you’ve tried that on that couch. I sat there.” Tom sighs,
“Harrison… what the fuck now?” He chuckles,
“Forgot my coat on your hook. But… I was a little intrigued by Y/N, and then I felt bad if she would’ve gotten naked. She’s beautiful but… I’d feel cruel.” You smile up at him shyly,
“I appreciate it."
"Yeah me too,” Tom starts, standing as Harrison shrugs on his jacket, “that body’s mine.” Harrison chuckles,
“Fully aware mate. Just… keep it PG."
"No such luck. You ruined something very valuable to me.” Rolling your eyes, you lean over the back of the couch, watching them bicker before Tom offers a shove to Harrison’s shoulder, bidding him goodbye a second time and slamming and locking the door behind him. He sighs as he starts to near you,
“Are you even in the mood?” You shrug,
“I’d do it to help you."
"I’m fine. I can get off in the shower."
"Nooooo, that’s not how this works. I’m your girlfriend and-"
"Not to be held accountable for just being beautiful and making me hard. It’s my brain making my body react like that, not yours so you’re not accountable. If you don’t want sex, we won’t have sex."
"Yeah but I can still use my mouth.” You purr. He’s leaned in, his face inches from yours. You stare up into his eyes before he’s closing the gap, lips pressing to yours. You thread your fingers through his hair, dragging him closer. His hands skate up your hips,
“On second thought…” You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist again when he presses you back against the couch. You kiss along his jaw, hands slipping beneath his shirt,
“I could get used to this everyday.” You murmur. He chuckles,
“As opposed to chilling in your own apartment all lonely… yeah, I hope so.” You giggle again and nod,
—
A few nights later, Tom sits across from you as you tell Willa all about your time in California, a waffle laid out before her, at her place beside Tom, on her break,
“I’d kill for a hot boy to take me out there. Jeez, why are you living every dream I’ve ever had?” She poses. Tom smiles, laying his head over his arms on the counter,
“Especially since she woke up more than one day with some form of me between her legs.” Tsking, you swat his head,
“You don’t have to give details of our sex life to every person we know.” You tell him despite your best friend turning to you wide eyed,
“Please tell me that mouth was one of those things between your legs one morning.” She says. You roll your eyes, turning your back to them, but you don’t miss the squeal that leaves Willa’s lips when she glances to Tom and he nods without batting an eye. He chuckles as you sigh and fill his coffee cup,
“Anyways… moving on to more important things, I got an offer for a piece from Sahid.” You tell her. She stares at you, Tom’s eyes flicking between the two of you from his spot,
“What?” She poses finally, “how much? Which piece?” You smile,
“Ten thousand. The piece of Tom in bed.” You tell her. Her eyes widen and she leans over the counter,
“What?! Ten thousand dollars? S-so what did you do, did you accept?” You shake your head,
“I’ve been in such a shock I haven’t been able to do much of anything.” You admit. She scoffs,
“I bet. So… you’re going to accept it right?” You shrug,
“That’s like… my favorite piece. I loved doing that one-”
“Yeah, but you have the model if you ever want to do it again. It’s not something that is like a one time thing. He’s always in your bed.” She defends. You sigh,
“I know but I just… I always get emotionally attached to my paintings. That one means a lot to me."
"And you’ll never forget how it made you feel. What else were you going to do with it?” She snipes. You hum,
“Dunno… hang it over my bed like a dreamcatcher.” Tom snorts, turning his face from the two of you. She sighs,
“Look… I get it. Certain, sentimental pieces, you’d like to hold near and dear to you. There’s nothing wrong with that, but… this is the opportunity of a lifetime Y/N/N. Two thousand or so dollars worth of work that came from you. From your fingers. That’s amazing. Ultimately it is your decision but… I think that this is that door that you need opened to get the fuck out of here.” She lectures, glancing around the diner. You sigh,
“I knowwww. It’s just a hard decision."
"You don’t have to tell me that. I get it. But this is your shot babes."
"Who’d'a thought I’d’ve given it to her?” Tom jokes, glancing up at you. You sigh, holding his eyes,
“You are so fucking conceited.” He chuckles before watching you make your rounds to the remaining customers. When you return and focus on a particular sticky spot on the counter, you sigh,
“I do need to get better at paying my rent on time. I definitely have a late fee."
"No you don’t.” Tom quickly pipes up. Glancing up at him, you stare for a moment,
“What does that mean?” He shrugs,
“I figured since I was the reason you were in California and you weren’t here so any money spent wasn’t being recouped, I’d just pay for this month. So… you’re fine.” He explains. You lean a little closer and Tom’s heart pauses at the pissed look in your eye,
“And when exactly were you going to tell me this?” You ask as Willa stands to clock back in, leaving the two of you to have this private discussion. Tom flinches slightly at the venom in your voice. He swallows,
“When you went to pay and the check came back? Or when you realized you were a month ahead every month?” He poses sheepishly. You sigh, turning your back to him,
“Wait, you really are upset with me?” He asks with a chuckle. You shake your head,
“I just… I never asked you to do that.”
“That’s the point. I’m your boyfriend. It’s not supposed to be said specifically."
"To me, it is. I didn’t ask you to pay my rent.” You whisper yell. He scoffs, staring up at you,
“You’re really pissed that I paid for your fucking rent?” He poses. You wipe the counter, eyes locked on him, “Y/N-"
"I didn’t ask you to.” You quickly reiterate. After another moment of being flabbergasted, he scoffs and stands, tossing cash on the counter,
“Fine… guess I’ll see you later.” He grumbles before he’s turning and heading out. Willa eyes you as he leaves,
“You okay?” She asks. You nod, collecting his money and cashing him out. You sigh,
“I love him to death, I really do, but he just… he doesn’t communicate this stuff with me. I don’t like him doing stuff like that.” You defend. She nods,
“I get it.” She rubs your shoulders,
“I’ll get the dishes.” She tells you. You nod and watch her collect the dirty dishes from the tables, toweling them off. You sigh as she slides the bin over, tossing Tom’s dishes inside,
“He won’t stay mad at you long babe. You’ll be back in his bed before you know it.” She tells you. You offer a feeble smile before you’re hoisting the bin from the counter and walking it to the back sink. You dump the dishes inside, tossing the bin in its cubby and coming back into the lobby. You smile as an older gentleman smiles and hands his ticket over. You quickly total him out before bidding him goodnight. Willa meets you at the counter, leaning on it,
“Ya know, maybe you should just let him pay your rent every once in a while. He’s definitely got cash to spare and you need to save. Your apartment scares me."
"Yeah, I know,” You start, “he doesn’t tell me because he knows I’ll say no, but then it pisses me off more because he doesn’t tell me. He’s just not vocal when it comes to money issues.” You murmur. She nods,
“Are any of us ever?” You shrug,
“It’d just be nice to know that he’s doing something behind my back. Especially since he’s paying twice the rent. If he hadn’t, he’d be furthering his point of me moving in with him. He just doesn’t think about this stuff.” You mumble. She smiles at you,
“Just put him out of his misery already and move in with him. He basically proposed.” She teases. Rolling your eyes, you turn your back,
“He doesn’t deserve me.” She giggles, turning to the door to tell someone who’s just walked in that you close in five minutes. The second your eyes meet your new guest’s, your heart stops. You swallow, hand stalled in your pocket from collecting the checks that need to be cashed out,
“Shit..” You mutter, coming forward,
“Wha- what the fuck?!” Willa squeals as the brunette before her reaches over and swipes a steak knife off a deserted table. She thrusts it towards you as Willa backs behind you, stumbling over her own feet. The patrons that are left over all collectively gasp and you can feel multiple pairs of eyes on you as they watch her draw nearer,
“You think he loves you?” She growls as you hold up your hands. Willa whimpers as you back further up, her hands pressed to your shoulders, “He probably tells you the same thing he told me, told the rest of us. It’s just empty words. He doesn’t care about you!” She screams. You nod, your body shaking,
“I’m sure you’re right. In a few years it’ll all be over and you can have him.” You try to defuse,
“Years?! Years?! I don’t have years. I want him now!” She screams. You nod,
“Okay, okay-”
“Halle!” Tom hollers from behind her. When she turns, you see that he has his eyebrows knit together. She drops the knife, both you and Willa jumping as it clatters to the floor, “Get the fuck out here.” He growls. When she doesn’t move fast enough, he grabs her bicep, dragging her outside with him. You swallow down the lump in your throat, turning to look at the nearly empty diner. Willa moves quick, taking the tickets from your pocket and informing those left that the meals are on the house, an apology for the inconvenience. Most relax, but you’re still shaky, sitting at the bar as she cashes everyone out,
“What the fuck was that?” She asks once she’s turned back to you. You shake your head,
“She's… been on him for a while I guess. She’s the same girl that confronted us the night I got into it with Ben.” You tell her. She squeezes your shoulders,
“You still have that taser I got you don’t you?” You roll your eyes,
“I think that’s still a crime Will."
"So was her coming at you with that knife but she still did it didn’t she?” Sighing, you stand again, needing to make yourself useful. You count out the two tills, watching Willa let the last of the customers out, apologizing for the disturbance, and let Tom in. He wanders over to you, rubbing his hand over the top of his head. He waits for you to finish counting before he speaks,
“You alright?”
“Why’d you come back?” You ask, ignoring his question. He cocks his head, glancing around for a moment. He chews the inside of his lip,
“I uhh… I believe in that whole… not going to bed mad thing. I know you’re upset but… I couldn’t just let you go home and go to bed and we hadn't… talked about this.” He explains. He swallows, staring down at the counter for a moment, “and if I’m honest… I had a weird feeling. Glad I came back.” He adds. You smile,
“I don’t know how much damage she could’ve done with our chintzy little steak knives… but yeah, I can’t imagine that would’ve ended well. ” Tom nods,
“You’re okay though? You’re both okay?” He directs the second half at Willa who nods and pats his shoulder as she passes,
“Yeah, fine.” You nod too when he looks at you,
“Yeah… just a little shaken.” He nods in return, swallowing as he sits,
“She had this false sense that we’ll get back together. Comes with the idea of doing drugs.” He explains. You nod,
“I get it. I try not to take that kinda stuff to heart.” You explain. He nods,
“Good… yeah.” You nod again nervously,
“Yeah. It’s hard though. I mean… I didn’t know you before this. How do I know that you really didn’t tell her you’d be with her forever.”
“Swear on my whole career I’d never.” He tells you, his eyes wide and there’s no doubt he’s telling the truth. You nod, slowly moving around the counter. He spreads his legs just enough to accept you between them. You hold his shoulders, laying your head over his shoulder and him laying his over yours. His hands lace behind your back and when you turn to look at him, he presses his forehead to yours,
“I’m sorry alright. I’ll stop being such a good boyfriend.” You roll your eyes again, kissing him gently,
“I’m trying not to be ungrateful but… I would’ve made ends meet.” He nods, bringing your knuckles to his lips,
“I know baby, I know, but I’d rather be sleeping in your bed than in a box between buildings.” He teases. You giggle,
“You could always just let me move in.” You tease back. He gapes at you,
“Oh you little bitch.” You giggle again, taking your hand from him and walking around the counter to collect the tills to lock in the safe. Ditching your apron, Willa collects her stuff, the same as you, and follows you out, Tom standing from his stool and dragging out his car keys,
“Ready? We’re gonna walk Willa to her car and then we’re gonna get in mine.” He tells you. You nod, looping your arm through Willa’s as she shuts the building lights off. She smiles up at Tom,
“Wow… where do I find a guy like you?” Tom frowns,
“Russell’s decent.” She scoffs,
“Yeah, the sex is great but there’s no British gentlemanliness in him.” He snickers then,
"Could set you up with my best mate but it’d be quite the commute.“ You smile up at him,
"Harrison? He was sweet. A cutie too.” Willa growls,
“I’m so sick of cuties. They distract you.” Giggling, Tom walks you, hand in hand, to Willa’s car. You both bid her goodnight and Tom nods as she locks her doors before he guides you to his passenger side, pressing you to the side of his car,
“She’s right, you know? There’s nobody like you. You’re in the wrong and you still came back to apologize and save me.” You joke. He snorts, head dropping to your shoulder,
“You’re so fucking dumb!” He hollers. You giggle, holding his sides. Leaning up, you kiss him softly, giving his lips quick little pecks. He cages you in against the side of his car,
“Thank you… I guess I’ll just say it because… you did pay a lot for me.” You tell him. He brushes his nose along yours,
“You’re welcome baby. I’d do anything for you.” He murmurs. You don’t know if it’s the stress of money, the exhaustion from work, or just the fact that you were threatened, but there’s tears in your eyes. You trail your knuckles across his cheek,
“I love you.” You mumble. He smiles,
“I love you too. And don’t let anyone ever try to convince you otherwise.” He reminds, stroking down your hair after a moment. You nod, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth before you’re climbing in the passenger seat and swiping at tears, Tom climbing in beside you. You sniffle and he reaches out to take your hand, kissing your knuckles,
“You’re the love of my life forever now, no matter what anyone says.” He confirms. You nod, smiling at him before he’s pulling from his spot, and starting towards home.
