|| summary: just a blurb about drunk tom being adorable!
|| author’s note: mainly fluffy but some slight smutty themes… as per usual.
There was an intense inner struggle going on in your mind for the past ten minutes now, not yet sure which way you were leaning to most, but being kept awake non the less. It started with a “bump in the night” kinda of sound that had startled you awake, and seeing as you were alone, expect for Tessa who was soundly asleep at your feet, you were clearly hesitant to go and investigate the situation independently.
Nevertheless, your thoughts became victim to the dark inner workings of imagination, and conjured up ever possible break in-murder-rape-kidnapping scenario imaginable. It left your mind wide awake, hearing on high alert, and your body completely immobile. After the extensive period of deafening silence, which felt much much longer than simply ten minutes, there was another sound; this time, just down the hall from your bedroom door.
Paranoid, you shot out of bed, startling Tessa awake, and hit your knees to the floor - attempting to conceal yourself behind the side of the bed opposite to the door. Footsteps dragged and stumbled down the hall, giving the illusion of more than one person walking, making you all the more uneasy. Tessa, who was now approaching the bedroom door cautiously, gave you a new sense of appreciation for her being here.
That is until she started sniffing at the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor, and wagging her tail ferociously. Just as you were about to ridicule her for not being a good gaurd dog, she began to whine the way she does when Tom gets home.
Before you could put two and two together, Tom’s looming figure stumbled through the door. “Oh, hey Tess.” Tom giggled bending over to pet her, nearly falling over in the process but somehow retaining enough balance to hang over himself.
Tess barked playfully and jumped onto his legs, her tail desperately trying to keep up with her excitement. “Sh, Tess, we don’t want s'to wakey mummy.” He chuckled. At this point, he turns his head to check and make sure you’re still asleep, standing upright when he finds the bed unoccupied. “Where’d she go? Tint tell me she weaving.” He slurs, asking Tessa genuinely - as if she knows the answer.
Embrassed, you slowly stand to your feet, hoping to crawl back into bed before Tom notices you and just assumes he missed you in a drunken haze. “Baby,” he exclaims, “where were you?” He stretches out his arms to you, making a grabbing motion with his hands, beckoning you forward. Not being able to resist his drunken adorableness, you crawl over the bed, sitting up on your knees and wrapping your arms around his neck.
His hands fall to your pajama short-clad ass, which he squeezes playfully. Tom is always pretty flirtatious with you when he’s drunk, but even particularly more so when you’re dressed in something skimpy; tonight that would be just a tanktop and pajama shorts. His head falls to your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin before turning his face into your neck, and inhaling deeply.
At such close proximity, he began to fill your senses; he smelt faintly of his signature cologne and hair gel, but the harsh stench of alcohol was a bit overwhelming - nearly masking the two other scents. “How much did you drink, exactly?” You question, running a hand through his sticky hair.
“Why? ’M not even da drunk.” He mumbles into the skin of your neck, his words slightly muffled. “Not even that drunk, huh?” You retort sarcastically.
“Mm-hm,” he nods, leaning back, “only this much.” Using his index finger and thumb he indicates that he only had a “tiny” amount, and when you give him a questioning look, he purses his lips and reluctantly extends his fingers apart a bitmore.
He drops his hand back onto your ass, rejoining the other, as he leans down to kiss you. It’s a somewhat sloppy peck, given his intoxicated state, but you enjoy it all the same. His fingers dig into your cheeks, causing you to squeal in surprise opening your mouth to him, and he takes the opportunity to dip his tongue into it.
You respond to the kiss, massaging and flicking your tongue along his, coaxing sweet low moans from him, that pour into your mouth like fresh spring rain. He tastes of mixed alcoholic beverages, peppermint, and your favorite flavor: Tom. Slowly pulling away from the kiss, he pauses, catching his breath.
“I want you.” He whispers against your lips, and the desire in his plea sends chills up your spine. Before you can respond, his hands are reaching for the tie on your shorts, drunkenly fumbling with it.
His lips attach to your neck, soundly sucking their way down it, and you place your hands on his shoulders in attempt to push him back. “Tom…” You start, but as his mouth finds its way to your sweet spot and starts sucking, you moan loudly and tilt your head to side, giving him easier access.
Using the weight of his body, Tom pushes you back flat on the bed, crawling over you. As one of his hands reaches for his belt, you have a moment of clarity and grab his hand to stop him. “Tom, we can’t.” You huff, licking your swollen lips and attempting to sound as stern as possible.
“What?” Tom pulls away from your neck, a pout stapled on his face. “Why?” He whines. You can’t help but smile at his expense, fully enjoying his adorable pout. Reaching a hand up, you push fallen tendrils of hair off his face, stroking through them briefly. “You’re drunk. You need sleep.”
He sighs heavily, opening his mouth to argue but is cut off by a long yawn. “I’m fine. ’M not even tired.” He states matter-of-factly, and you’re not sure whether he’s trying to convince you or himself of that. Rolling your eyes, you lightly push his shoulders, and he lets you roll him onto his back, hitting the mattress with a huff.
“We need to get you undressed.” You breathe, sitting up and reaching for the hem of his shirt. “Now we’re talking.” Tom smirks, his hands reaching out and grasping your hips, pulling you onto his lap, so you’re straddling him.
“I’m only undressing you, because you reek of alcohol.” You clarify, as he sits up, lifting his upper body off the bed so you can pull his shirt off. He raises his arms to make the process of taking his shirt off easier, and mumbles something incoherent; but if you had to guess, it was something along the lines of “That was mean”.
Once his shirt is off and discarded on the floor, you scoot down his lap, finishing the work he started on his belt earlier. Surprisingly, Tom remains silent, no flirtatious comment or sexual innuendo utters from his lips. Pulling the belt through the loops of his pants, you toss it aside, and move to the button and zipper - undoing them both before standing, to get a better angle, to tug his jeans down.
“Little help?” You ask, attempting and failing to the pull the jeans down again. “Tom?” You call to no avail, physical or otherwise. Groaning, you look up at Tom expectantly to find his eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar, soft snores slipping past his lips.
“Seriously?” You chided to yourself quietly, before attempting one last time to pull his pants down and conceding to give up with a heavy, defeated sigh. Since Tom is laying across the bed, you’re not able to get him under the covers, nor are you able to get yourself under them.
Lifting his head, you tuck a pillow under it, and grab a spare blanket from the closet to cover him with. Placing the duvet over the two of you, you snuggle into his warm welcoming side. You rest your face and hand on his bare chest, placing a quick kiss on his jaw before settling into him. Idly, you notice that Tessa has joined the two of you, resting on Tom’s opposite hip.
Tom stirs in his sleep briefly, before instinctively wrapping an arm around your back, holding you close to his side. The sound of his steady heart beat under your ear, and the gentle rocking of his chest as he takes in quiet breathes, lulls you back into a deep sleep.
To Share an Armchair (Tom Holland x Actress!Reader)
Description: You and Tom appear on Conan to promote your new movie together, Spider-Man: Homecoming. Little do you know, Tom has a bit more planned than your usual run-of-the-mill interview.
I took a deep, nervous breath, my hands wringing together as I looked out into the absolutely packed audience.
“You’ll be fine,” a warm, comforting presence appeared behind me. I turned quickly to see my best friend, Tom, smiling down at me. “They love you, and you love them.”
I smiled a bit. He always seemed to know just what to say to make me feel better.
Tom and I had been working together since the filming of Captain America: Civil War, where I’d played another of Tony’s young recruits. Now, with the new Spider-Man movie coming out, we were sent to advertise the release. So, there we stood, on the set of Conan, ready give yet another interview. Except, this time, we’d be promoting the movie by ourselves. “I’m just not very used to going out there without an older cast member or producer or something,” I sighed.
“Just be your usual funny, witty, charming self, and I promise you that everything will turn out well,” Tom reassured me.
I nodded firmly in an effort to strengthen my resolve. “Thanks, Tom.”
“Anytime, sweetcheeks,” he grinned. I rolled my eyes playfully at the cheesy nickname that he had taken to calling me ever since our second week of filming, claiming that my ‘cheeks were too sweet to be called anything else.’
“And now, please welcome Tom Holland and (Y/N) (L/N) to the stage!” Conan shouted. Tom walked out, and I quickly followed. The lights were practically blinding, and my ears were ringing from the very, very loud cheers. I shook off my fears and muscled my way past the almost overwhelming scene to grin and wave with both hands to the audience before moving to take my seat.
The only armchair available was already occupied by a certain web slinger. I pouted and crossed my arms. “I was going to sit there!”
“Well, I’m already here. Sorry, sweetcheeks,” Tom smirked up at me, settling further into the very comfortable looking chair.
I frowned. “Aw, c’mon, Tommy! Pleeeease?” I tilted my chin down and sent him my best puppy dogs.
Tom shook his head. “Hey, you can sit anywhere you want, but I’m not moving.”
My lips immediately quirked upwards. “Ok!” I quickly responded before plopping myself down sideways across Tom’s lap with my legs hanging over the other armrest. His hands reflexively went to my waist in an effort to stabilize me. Tom stared at me in shock, and I just grinned back triumphantly.
I turned to look at Conan, who was watching the whole ordeal go down with an amused smile. “Hi, Conan,” I grinned.
The tall man chuckled. “Hi, (Y/N).”
I had to flip my head upside down to look at Andy, as the armrest that my back was leaning against was the one facing him. “Nothing personal, I just really wanted the chair.”
Andy scoffed in fake hurt. “Yeah, sure. Just pretend you’re not repulsed by me.”
“Well, I am a pretty good actress,” I shrugged, pretending to think it over.
Conan barked out a laugh, and I grinned, straightening back up and settling further into Tom’s lap. “So I guess (ship name) is real?” Conan chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows.
My face went bright red, and I scoffed. “Yeah, just about as real as Candy,” I bit back in an attempt to misdirect from my extreme embarrassment.
Conan laughed his big belly laugh again. “No, (Y/N)’s just unbelievably stubborn is all,” Tom added with a slight shake of his head.
“I’ve heard a few rumors, though, about the two of you,” Conan continued. “A lot of people are talking about a recent incident involving gymnastics?”
I groaned and hid my face in Tom’s chest. “Yeah, she was just so graceful,” Tom chuckled.
I hit his arm with a pout. “Oh, shut up. It really hurt, ok?”
Tom grinned and turned to Conan. “You see, we’ve had a wager going on for quite a while over who was the better actor. So, when we got off set early one day, we decided to prove it once and for all. We each invented a character for the other to play. I was supposed to be a foul-tempered, incredibly avid fan of some sort of predatory bird–”
“The eagles, Tom,” I rolled my eyes. “You were playing a fan of the Philadelphia Eagles. Anyways, Tommy here had decided to make me a world class gymnast. You know, because I’m so experienced.”
“Whoever was revealed to be lying about their identity first would lose the bet,” Tom continued. “And he or she would have to do one thing the other asked, no matter what it was.”
“It didn’t go very well,” I sighed, cringing slightly at the memory. “And I still maintain that I won, by the way!”
Tom shook his head. “Not a chance, sweetcheeks. You see, we were talking to a wonderful young lady on the street when I noticed (Y/N) getting a bit excited. Turns out, she’d noticed a Philadelphia sticker on the woman’s bag. So she started raving about how much I loved the Eagles and all of the Philadelphia teams. Naturally, I began talking of her supposed experience in gymnastics. The woman was rather impressed and asked if she could see her do a flip.”
“Meanwhile, I can’t do any sort of gymnastics to save my life,” I scoffed. “So instead of flipping, I asked Tom what sport the Eagles play.” The audience laughed a bit. “He couldn’t respond, and voila! I win!”
“Not quite,” Tom chuckled. “That woman didn’t say a word until you tried to do a flip and landed directly on your bum. She caught you first, pointing out that you weren’t a gymnast. Only afterwards did she say I had no idea where Philadelphia even was.”
I frowned. “Yeah, but she knew you were faking it first.”
“Those weren’t the rules, sweetcheeks,” Tom grinned. I rolled my eyes.
I’d barely taken notice of the loud laughter until Conan spoke up again between chuckles. “Here’s a clip from the new Spider-Man: Homecoming in theaters July 7, check it out!”
While the clip played, Tom grinned and poked me in the side. “You know, I still get to ask you that favor.”
“Fine, I concede. What do you want, Holland?” I rolled my eyes again.
“You’ll see in just a moment,” he answered, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I snorted softly in an attempt not to laugh over the preview being played. “What the heck was that?”
“I was being mysterious!” He defended.
“You looked like you’d lost all control over your facial muscles,” I smirked.
Tom frowned, but before he could reply, the lights came back on. So instead, he turned to look at our host. “Conan, before we go, can I ask a favor?”
Conan nodded. Tom gently picked me up while he stood, placing me back in the seat. He walked towards the edge of the stage. I leaned over to Andy. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?” I stage whispered.
“Yeah, but I’m not telling you. You didn’t want to sit next to me,” Andy responded with a humph, crossing his arms. I laughed at his antics.
Tom had returned by that point. In his arms was the most adorable little creature I’d ever seen in my entire life. “This is Firestar,” he said, holding up the absolutely precious chocolate lab puppy. “She’s incredibly stubborn, so I thought you two might get along.”
“Tom, I can’t believe you!” I squealed, accepting the puppy without hesitation. She immediately started trying to lick my face.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to call in that favor you owe me.” I glanced up at him suspiciously. Tom just smiled. “Go with me to the premier? As my date?” Tom stood before me nervously, his cheeks bright red, while he anticipated my answer.
My eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t believe he’d actually just asked me out. Of course I had fantasized about this, but I never actually thought it would happen.
“Say yes!” I random shout from somewhere in the crowd startled me out of my trance.
My face broke out into a huge grin, and I nodded quickly. “Of course I’ll go with you, you big dummy!” I said, hiding my immense excitement behind the small joke.
Tom’s nervousness melted into happiness, and he rushed forward to hug me, taking care not to crush the puppy between us.
“Tom Holland and (Y/N) (L/N), everybody!” Conan shouted above the cheers. “Now officially (ship name)!” The cheers and screams got even louder, and I laughed, almost having to cover my ears. We were both soon ushered off the stage to make way for whoever was next to appear on the show.
When we finally had a minute to breath, I turned to Tom. “I can’t believe you got me a puppy,” I laughed. My smiled was still plastered to my face, and I had a feeling it wasn’t going away anytime soon.
“Everyone gets flowers,” Tom shrugged. I laughed and shook my head. “So there is one other thing I need to know before we can go on a date.”
My brow furrowed slightly, and my smile wavered. “What is it?” I asked warily.
“What color is your dress? I have to know what I’m matching my tie to.”
I pursed my lips in pretend anger, despite the smile that still managed to peak through. “You jerk, you really had my scared!” I hit his arm.
“Ow!” Tom complained. He grabbed my hand as it was gearing up to hit him again and pulled me into another hug, still softly chuckling my hair. I grinned and cradled my new puppy to my chest, who’d already fallen asleep after all the excitement. I was going to go on a date with Tom Holland. Maybe I’ll even get to be his girlfriend!
you didn’t believe in love at first sight, of course until you met Peter Parker
Everything about being with Peter felt so intense, so when you fell in love, you fell hard
being with him is so exhilarating, everything about him lights you up from the inside out
from his electrifying touch to the fire you feel each time he simply says Y/N
you were drawn to him, and how he captured the attention of all of Queens, but he was only enamored with you
he may be an avenger, but he’s the one that keeps you grounded and steady
because sometimes you can get your head stuck in the clouds, with plans often bigger than your bank account
but he reminds you of the beauty in your reality
‘peter, can I take off the blindfold yet’
‘just a few more steps’
‘okay we’re here’
as you take off your blindfold, you find yourself in the middle of a park at 11 PM. In front of you, a lofty weeping willow lit up in fairy lights with a picnic basket and a stack of blankets to meet you at the base
‘I’m so confused’
laughing, he brings you closer to sit you down at the trunk, under all the lights, ‘well you’ve always talked about stargazing in the Atacama desert in Chile. I thought for your birthday, I’d bring the stars to you’
one of Peter’s best qualities is his heart. His love doesn’t stop at just his friends and family, but it includes his city
as Peter suits up, getting ready to swing out of your room, he catches your gaze from across the room in the reflection of the window
‘why do you do that’
‘do what’
‘you know,’ he says rosy-cheeked as he turns back to face you, ‘this whole staring thing’
laughing, you close the gap between you two and wrap your arms around his shoulders, ‘what staring thing’
‘like I have the whole world in my hands’
‘maybe it’s because you do, and I couldn’t be prouder. You’re going out there everyday, rain, snow, or shine, protecting a city that doesn’t care to remember your name. You, Peter, are willing to come home broken and battered for strangers,’ you say in awe, tucking a tuft of hair behind his ear as he grows redder than his suit, ‘so yeah I like to stare, take in all that is you with some hope that just a fraction of your goodness rubs off’
you both are a little too impulsive for your own good, getting you and Peter stuck in some tricky, and completely avoidable, situations
but your adventures together, no matter how dumb or reckless, bring the best memories that you couldn’t trade for the world
Requested by a few people but like two years ago when I first started this series so I won’t bother to tag them lmao
A/N: this is my first (writing) post in two years and idk man it’s weird to be back,
Summary:you get attacked by green goblin; Peter comes to save you
warning: violence, cursing, angst, fluff(if you squint), green goblin being creepy
A/N:I am completely obsessed with the new spider man movie and some of this will be taken from the movie but will be altered to fit the reader in. Aunt may doesn’t die. Sorry if this is long:)
Peter webbed Norman’s hand to the arm robot. Everyone in the apartment room watches in Anticipation as Normans face turned crooked. He smiles creepy at them green goblin taking over him again, his attention goes to peter making the young boy gulp.
“Peter…” aunt may whispers
Peter side glances the older woman as she sneaks into the other room. Peter turns his attention back to Norman. No one dared to move as normans eyes narrowed
“That some neat trick, that sense of yours” he grumbles
“Norman?” octavius stepped up concern written on his face. The doctor was confused everything was going good but now it’s like everything did a full 180
Aunt may comes back with a bag in her hands and looks towards Peter who was already staring at the woman with worry. She looks at Norman who’s attention was now on octavius
“Normans on sabbatical honey”
“The hell?” Electro says
“Goblin” octavius mumbles not taking his eyes from the man himself. Goblin turns his attention back to peter who’s eyes never left him
“I saw how she trapped you” goblin grumbles with a crooked smile.
Peter frowned at the man. He knew who the she was. Y/n. And he didn’t like that very much, he tried his hardest to keep her out of this but of course that didn’t go as planned when y/n walked on him talking about it to mj and ned. He could never really keep anything from her
He promised to keep y/n safe but now goblin knew about her and he knew how she talked to him about helping the villains
Peters frown deepened
“Keep her out of this” Peter threatened but that only fueled goblin as he kept going. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. “Fighting her holy moral mission”
Goblins smile disappears as he frowned at peter
“We don’t your help, we don’t need to be fixed!” He yelled. Electro listen intently; goblins words filling his head. He looks down at the charger like thing on his chest as it beeped
“May” aunt may looks at peter “run” electro rips out the charger as goblin freed his hand from the web
Aunt may takes off
“How about i pay her a little visit, huh Peter?” Goblin smiles as he lunged at peter. He grabs the young boy and throws him. Peter lands by the window but quickly gets himself up
“I said keep her out of this!” Peter yelled as he dogged a punch goblin threw.
Peter punches him instead but goblin kicks him. Peter body crashes into the window causing him to fall threw but he stops himself with a web. Peter eyes widen when goblin grabs the web and slings peter into another window. The young boys body hits the floor of the balcony
Goblin straddles the boy and starts choking him “I bet she’s sitting somewhere wondering if her little peter is safe” he laughs in amusement as Peter growls and webs the upper balcony ceiling. Pushing himself up he turns them over as he drives goblin into the floor. Goblin lands on another balcony
“I swear I’ll kill you” peter growls
Goblin grabs him and throws him into the window. Peter whimpers and tries to stand but goblins grabs him again and tosses him into the wall. His body lands in the apartment hallway. Peter groans and whimpers trying to crawl away as goblin walked towards him
The older man smirks at the boy
“You know this is fun and all but I think I’ll go have some fun with someone else” he laughs manically and runs towards the window in the hallway.
Peter watches as goblin breaks throw the window. He forces himself up and runs to the window. Goblin lands on his glider and glides away
“No, no, no!” Peter panics and jumps out the window
-
Y/n sat on her bed fidgeting with her fingers. Peter told y/n to stay home while he went with the plan to save the villains. Even though she talked to him about it telling him it’s good he wants to help, y/n couldn’t help but to worry about him
She gets up and goes to the kitchen. When y/n got anxious she ate away. Y/n opens her refrigerator and looks through it. She hums a tune to herself as she grabs somethings from the fridge and sits them on the counter. Y/n starts to make a sandwich trying to distract herself as best as she can
But then a sound catches her attention
The young woman stops what she’s doing and turns around. She gasps softly when she hears the sound again. Y/n quickly grabs a knife and holds it out in front of her as protection.
She hears footsteps. Her heart thumps as they get closer to where the kitchen is. She prays it peter but she knows he would’ve been made his present known by either calling out for her. She wants to run somewhere and hide but she was too scared to move. Her mind screamed for her to do something but she didn’t know what to do
Tears blurred her vision as she slowly moves out of the kitchen, knife still in front she holds it tightly. Shaking she manages to hide behind the couch
“Ohhhh y/n” the voice sang. It sounded low and groggy. She puts her hand on her chest to control her breathing. The footsteps stop by the opening of the kitchen. Y/n turned a little to her right to see who it is
She looked at his face and her eyes widened. It was Norman but he didn’t look like his normal self, he was sweating and looked crazy. She noticed he had bruise on him like he just got from a fight. Then that’s when it hit her. Peter
Goblins head snaps towards her, a crooked smile reaches his face
Y/n gasps and scrambled to get up
“There you are beautiful!” He lunged after her as the young woman runs to her bedroom. Tears ran down her face as his footsteps got closer and closer. She makes to the bedroom and shuts the door shut, locking it she quickly crawls under bed and hides
There’s silence. The only sound audible is the sound of her heart pounding against her chest. She puts her hand over her mouth as she cried scared that he would hear her
Y/n prayed that peter somehow knew she was in danger and was on his way to save her, because she didn’t know how long should would be able to hold him off. Y/n jumps when there’s a bang on the door. She cried harder as the door began to crack from the pressure of the bangs
“Now princess where did you go, huh?” He chuckled to himself deeply as he searched the room. Goblin throws the closet door open but then slams them shut when she’s not in there. Y/n watches his feet as they walk around the room. But then. They stop
Right at the end of her bed
He slowly bends down to the floor and looks under the bed. He smirks when notices y/n who screamed as he grabbed her from under the bed. She thrashed around trying to fight him off but it was no use. He had the upper hand and he knew that
“Peter is one lucky boy” y/n cringed as goblin straddle her and got in her face
“Please l-leave me alone” she cried out but that only amused him. He stroked her face, wiping the tears that fell. “Now why would I do that, hm?” He chuckled and trailed his hand down to her neck. The young woman whimpered as his hand wrapped her neck squeezing tightly
She stared into his eyes as she tried to push him off her, glancing to her right she realized the knife laying on the floor next to her
Y/n quickly grabs it and stabbed him right in the stomach. The man screamed and released her giving y/n the chance to kick him and get up. He pulled the knife out throwing it to the floor. Goblin looks up at y/n with anger, his eyes almost black
“You bitc-“
“Now that is not how you talk to a lady” a young boy’s voice interrupts him
Peter swings in through the window and kicks goblin who now laid unconscious. Peter turns to y/n who watched, shaking with tears she running down her face
“Baby” he said softly as he walked up to her. He cradled her face, Peter placed his forehead on hers “it’s okay baby I’m here your safe, I promise” y/n nods and let’s out a shaky breath as she tried to control her frantic breathing. Peter helps her and pulls the young woman into his chest; he kissed her hair and whispered ‘it’s okay’ and ‘I’m here’ into her ear
Peter wanted to kill goblin but he had to make sure the love of life was okay
Y/n shook in his hold, her arms wrapped around him tightly; afraid that he would leave “I-i was so scared Peter” he shushed her and creased her head
“I know and I’m sorry I’ll never leave you alone again baby i promise, I promise”
Goblin groans as he starts to gain consciousness. Peter quickly let go of y/n and protectively put her behind him. Peter watched intensely as goblin collected him and got up. He looked at the young boy and girl. He growled in frustration
“You always gotta ruin the fun!”
Peter webbed goblin onto the wall and turns back to y/n. He grabs her by the shoulders his face serious “ok baby i know you’re scared but I need you to run ok? Mj and Ned are outside, go with them I’ll be fine”
Y/n shook her head. She didn’t want to leave with that lunatic “I-I can’t pete he could kill you!”
Peter hands moved to her face as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. He pulled the way then pushed her out the bedroom
“I love you y/n”
“I-i love you too, Pete”
Goblin thrashed around making the web start to give away
“I’m sorry but I need you to run baby please!” He yelled as he glanced at goblin who was getting out of the webs. He turns back to y/n “go!”
Y/n nods frantically and runs out to the door. She quickly leaves outside to see mj and Ned looking at her with worry and panic. Y/n runs right into their arms as they held her
“He’ll be ok y/n”
“It’ll all be ok” Ned said. His shirt being drenched by y/n tears
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
✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:
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
hazosterfield☑️:
↪️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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Trying to keep your relationship with your professor was easy enough, until you learned that someone had found out about it.
words:7,424
tags: manipulative!peter, explicit noncon/dubcon elements, degredation, implied overstimulation, blackmailing, kidnapping, college student and professor relationship,
a/n:whew this had a lot of words compared to what i usually write. plus, since im bad at titles, i’ll just use my fav song titles lmao. (ps. erik lehnsherr aka magneto is here and im just glad i could put him in my little fictional world bc im d biggest slut for him)
A complete lie, you just did not want to deal with college fuck boys.
The man in front of the class was practically pouring his heart out into the lecture. The chalkboard was filled with white letterings from left to right, not knowing where to start as you take down notes.
“It is important to keep in mind that bimolecular structure and function are dictated by the properties of the medium in which they are dissolved,” your professor explains while continually pacing from one end to the other among the students seated at the first row.
You decided to seat around the middle to the last row, knowing it was the least obvious way for other students in the class to notice how much you fawn over your Organic Chemistry professor rather than the subject itself.
Honestly you could listen to him talk for hours. All those information he had been discussing would not actually process through your thoughts. You knew that better than anyone.
But who honestly would invalidate your reason? Everyone can probably relate to hating Chemistry, no matter what subcategory it is.
Considering that this was probably one of the most difficult courses you had in your program. You were just thankful and lucky enough you landed on one of the hottest professors amongst the campus.
“Hey what did Professor Lehnsherr say about the problems during synthesis of proteins?” Peter asks.
In spite of being fortunate about everything else about this subject, you were not quite happy about Peter Parker following you around like a lost puppy. Especially during the classes you both have alike.
The boy constantly asks so much questions as if you were the teacher already. In addition, he seemed smart enough to figure things out yet somehow he keeps on bugging you for reassurance.
You did not want to be rude. He has not done anything to completely deserve your rage, however he was definitely getting on your nerves.
Honestly you would not want to be infuriated over his consistent queries, but you were just as distracted as he was, maybe even more. With this, you were looking dumber to him each day.
To anyones pride, it was probably a kick in the stomach. You knew you were not the brightest in this class, but it was best to leave the information to yourself. No need for anyone to point out how mindless you were.
And you really were not. You had other Science subjects you totally excel at. Sadly, Chemistry was just not one of them.
“Well, uh, I don’t think I got that part either.” You look aside where he was seated and awkwardly smiled at him before mentioning an apology, “Sorry, Peter.”
In return, Peter smiled at you and dismissed the question. You were not so sure whether to forget about it or take even the least bit of offense. You felt a little mocked by how easily he did it and innocently he smiled, but maybe you were just overthinking this through.
“It’s fine,” he tells. “I just didn’t get the third bullet, but I’ll try to review it in the textbook when I get home.”
“Oh okay, sure.”
“Speaking about reviewing,” Again, Peter tries to start another discourse.
“I was wondering if you got reviewers for the upcoming text for next week? We all know how difficult Professor Lehnsherr’s exams can get, right?” He lets out a forced chuckle, assuming it could lighten the mood.
As much as he tried to make small talks with you, almost everyday, today you really feel like you did not want to return the favor. Especially after having to bring up the test next week.
“I don’t really make reviewers, I usually just scan the books I have at home.”
Lies. You probably have a box full of index cards and sticky notes in your room.
You tried to use every studying tips every corner of the Internet could give. All those study-life hacks that really did not help much but pile up to your disorganized state of mind.
You fucking tried to study Chemistry. You really did.
“What, you don’t?!” He suddenly exclaims, not realizing the loudness of his voice as it almost caught the attention from people at front. “You seem to be busy all the time though. It’s like I always catch your writing or reading something in class.”
Maybe your mood was just off but it definitely seemed weird for him to say that. Though, you did not want to make something from what he said. It was not worth your time.
“I guess people are not always what they seem to be, yeah?”
Again, Peter gives out that soft chuckle and smile, “Then I guess so. You do make a point.”
He does not argue with you any further.
“Can I at least borrow your Physics book? I only bought Chemistry and Biotech for the semester. Didn’t know they would actually utilize it for once,” he scoffs.
At first you hesitated. You were reviewing for it too, but you already felt bad for being no help whenever he asks a question and often times disregarding him when your mood if off. Plus, you did just make it look like you were not much of a study-freak.
“Okay.”
He instinctively fist pumps the air and looks at you with a wide, grateful grin. “Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver, Y/N.”
“Don’t mention it.” You grab the book he needs from your bag and hands it to him. He accepts it and places it inside his while also clearing the rest of his things.
Looking at his digital wristwatch wherein he raised his index finger up as if he figured something out of it, he says, “He’s going to dismiss the class in a few minutes. We should get ready for Cell Biology next period.
Oh how you hated it. Were you jumping to conclusions? Or was this boy really trying to be too close with you? Or was he just being nice and informing you to prepare ahead?
God, you did not give Peter Parker the right to cloud up your thoughts like this.
“Thanks,” you say, “but I need to talk to Professor Lehnsherr after class. Have to, uh, consult him about my concept paper that he made us submit last week.”
As he tidies his notebooks up and carelessly shoves it inside his backpack, he immediately looks back at you with a confused expression, “Oh, I can always wait for you–”
“It’s fine, Peter. Thank you though.” Two of your hands were instinctively waving in front of you, a meek gesture for him to stop coddling you or whatever move he had been trying to make at you.
“Are you sure? I–”
And if you were ought to be saved further from lashing out over Peter’s incessant attempts, you finally heard the words any student was longing to hear. “Class dismissed. I’ll see you all on Monday.”
“Eri–err, Professor Lensherr just dismissed the class. Better catch up to him before he heads out,” you hurriedly said. And with a loud slam from your notebook, you quickly shut him out. In addition, you practically shoved every thing in front of you into your bag without sparing a second glance.
One strap of your back was slung over your shoulder as you hurriedly flew down the aisle. Professor Lehnsherr was midway into packing his things before you interrupted and approached him.
“Professor,” you call out. “I have a question. About the paper I handed in last week.”
“Uhuh.” He faintly furrows his eyebrows, trying to hide his already obvious bewilderment. “I forgot which assignment was that, Ms. Y/L/N.”
There were students still exiting in class. So you tried your best to make your conversation with him less suspicious. He was most likely doing the same.
“It was about the Chemistry-proposal thing.” You snapped your fingers a few times as you gathered your train of thought, but realizing it was not going effectively. “Well I just wanted to confirm it since, you know, I was hoping for any feedback from you throughout this week.”
“I’m not sure if I have read it. I’ve certainly been busy this week,” he clarifies. “Nonetheless, we can talk about it later. Thank you for bringing it up. I’ll make sure to follow it up in my schedule, Ms. Y/N.”
Both of you made your way out the door once there were only a minuscule amount of students left in class. You probably had been looking at your professor with gushing stares, but you doubt the other people in the room could notice it. They were farther away from where both of you stood, much less would they be able to hear what the two of your were talking about.
“Oh thank you so much, sir!” You almost cried out and jumped in joy while reaching through the threshold. Moreover, you composed yourself before mumbling out, “I’ll see you later, Eric.”
In which you were certain no one would have heard it besides him.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
“I’m sure you’ll get a good grade in the exams, Y/N,” Eric leans back to his seat with a humble smile upon his face.
“Really? I doubt so, there’s a kid in your class that keeps bugging me out to a study date, or whatever you call it,” you sneer. You lick your lips as you finish taking a sip around the wine glass, setting it down and looking back at the man you were having dinner with. “It’s getting very annoying though, he surely knows how to get on my nerves.”
“I’m sure he’s just trying to flirt with you, like any other college boys do.” He optimistically and maturely lays out the options. “It’s pretty normal for anyone to chase someone they are fond of, especially for young adults like you.”
It was a pretty obvious sign that he was trying to let his message reach you.
“Well, I apologize for my standards of men,” you say. “I just want to skip the whole heartbreak in college and character development. All that stuff you usually see in a typical teen romance movie.”
You sigh, looking down and saying, “I already found a man for me. Why would I stoop down for some guy who’s most likely wanting something from me, and dumping me once he got what he wanted.”
“Y/N, I don’t blame you for liking men that’s ten years older than you,” Eric assures. “But I want you to realize that you still have a lot to look forward after graduating
“And I look forward for you too!” You tried to not raise your voice, though having dinner in his house wouldn’t really catch anyones attention. “I can’t wait to finally graduate from second semester and be able to spend more time, publicly, with you.”
“Yes, I understand, honey.” He places his hand over yours as he tries to calm you down. “Like I said, I just want you to make sure that you’ve clearly thought this through.”
Eric adds, “There’s plenty of men out there. I don’t want to take away your opportunity of experiencing something new at such a young age.”
“I’m turning twenty-four! I promise you I’m thinking everything through.” Your voice was much weaker than a few seconds ago. The evident tone of strength fades even with one glance from the man in front of you. You felt yourself shrink in your seat. But you were sure he does not intend to frighten you into compliance.
“Sorry,” you pout. “Didn’t mean to raise my voice.”
“I understand, and I won’t pressure you any more tonight, okay?” He tries to uplift your mood, detecting quickly the shift of the room’s atmosphere. “You deserve a good dinner tonight, like I promised, sweetie.”
His smile made you calmer. It was then that you realized why you were attracted to a man like him even if he was still your teacher.
The way he handles you in any given situation so sensibly. Though it may feels intimidating at first, he consequently tries to override the tone of the conversation which cheers you up.
With one hand, he hold yours and gently draws it towards him at the same moment he leans his head down. Eric presses a kiss against the back of your hand and you butterflies immediately fill inside your stomach. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Every doubt you had entirely disappeared now. If there were hints of you hesitating to continue seeing Eric, they were certainly long gone now.
“Let me drive you home after dinner,” he offers, like the gentleman he is.
Eric always does make sure you get home safe. However, you both agreed that he drops you off at least a block away from your house. Just in case people around your neighborhood might catch you, or worse your parents.
It was not like you were ashamed of your relationship with Eric. Cautious was the term.
You were only a few months in seeing him. Fair enough, he was your second semester professor and the both of you met before that period.
You were not only risking the wrath of your parents once they hear you’re dating an older man, let alone your Chemistry teacher. But you were also putting him at risk if ever his faculty finds out.
Eventually, the two of you pack up and end your conversation. Other than talking about college, the two of you also talk more about yourselves which has progressed you into learning more about each other’s personalities and likes.
He helps you out of his house and into the passenger seat of his car. It had been more than thrice wherein he drove you home, and the familiar scent of leather and the typical Glad air fresheners has clung onto your nose. You strap on your seatbelt on just as he was getting inside the driver’s side.
The ride was not entirely dead silent. Eric made a few more small talks before finally turning a right which was where he usually drops you off. It amazes you how instantly he remembered the way to your home, as you instructed him the first time.
“Thank you for tonight, like always, Eric.”
As always, you made your way out of his car prior to giving him a kiss. You only had to walk straight ahead, glancing at your home which had one dim light illuminating through one window.
Upon entering the house, you figured your parents were already asleep and a hint of the living room lamp was present. Taking the benefit of not having to be interrogated by anyone, you rushed upstairs to your bedroom, turned on the lights, and immediately closed the door behind you with a sigh of relief. A smile was also visible after recalling your night with Eric.
As you made your way towards your bed, a piece of paper lays obvious in the middle of it. Your sheets were flattened and tidied, so you could obviously detect when something is placed on top of it. You have no memory of leaving it early in the morning before you left too.
When picking the paper up, you realized it was a piece of polaroid film. Its back was facing you, having no idea what to expect at the front.
At that point, the smile from your face turned into horror and all the color in you basically drained away.
The picture displayed you and Eric at one dinner night out from a few days ago, you still remember. It could have been anything but malicious, but the way his hand was intertwined with yours as both of you laugh away without worries. It was clear as day, the light shining perfectly at the both of you. Anyone can conclude what was happening in the picture.
You did not know this day would come. The picture was taken from Eric’s home to prevent such things like this from happening. So it puzzled you just as much at it terrified you.
This was definitely someone who had been stalking either one of you. It was not a mere instance like paparazzis who catch celebrities dating on the streets of New York.
Someone definitely have been observing the two of you.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
Days have passed, a week almost. Examinations are scheduled for tomorrow.
And you prayed that the picture you received would be the only thing terrorizing your dreams. But you were completely wrong.
From thereon, you started to receive more pictures, specifically one every morning and night, from your past hangouts with Eric. It were simple shots but had the power to completely jeopardize either one of you, mostly him at stake though.
It was obvious that the person behind this was definitely observing the two of you for a while. Probably even during the most earliest weeks when your relationship with him started.
Though it may seem unfair, you did not mention anything about it to Eric. It was enough the he was keeping with you, his job, and himself private – which clearly was not working out so well. You felt like it was your responsibility to handle this situation. You were so sure you did not try to publicize anything and kept it on the low.
Nevertheless, it was out there. Eric had not mentioned anything so you assumed he did not receive a picture like you did.
Currently, you were seated at the farthest row at the back of the room, somewhat near the corner. Physics was your last subject and you could not wait but finally leave.
In addition, you texted Eric that you would not be seeing him until after the exams. It was an easy excuse not to see him, saying that you wanted to focus on studying for it; however, you knew that you would just be busy thinking about the creepy stalker gallery you have been receiving.
“Hey.” Unsurprisingly, a familiar voice whispers next to you which disrupts your heavy train of thoughts. “You finished studying for tomorrow? I’m about to end my review with Chemistry later.”
“Cool.” Probably the one of the most basic replies in the universe. “I haven’t finished studying, I’m kind of dealing with a lot of things recently.”
You made sure to generalize your answer, but enough for him to sympathize and at least give you some space.
“Oh, sorry to hear about that.” Peter frowns. He takes his seat a few desks away from your left, leaving you to continue thinking. You were thankful for his gesture too.
Surprisingly enough the boy barely bothered you for the entire lecture. You were still engrossed on finding out whoever was stalking you, even so dating back to boys you evidently rejected during the first semester – who badmouthed you immediately afterwards. There were not a lot of names, so it was easy to remember who was who.
You traced back to each boy and remembered what they said after you told them you were not ready to enter a relationship – a complete lie, you just did not want to deal with college fuck boys.
Just as you expected from any of them, rumors have spread out about you which was mostly shaming you physically or mentally. Some were milder insults than the other yet at the end of the day you did not care.
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. “Who was that boy at Liz’s party.”
Your eyes were sealed shut, recalling a list of names while using your thumb and middle finger to massage your temples. It was getting frustrating and mentally exhausting.
After some time, you had so much word filling in and our of your brain that you were not aware that your own name was being called. Your heart practically skipped a beat after hearing it the first time, assuming that you were being called to recite an answer. But you became content after seeing that it was just Peter, who started tapping your arm to get your attention.
“Huh?” You lightly shake your head before turning your head aside.
“Oh, class was dismissed a few minutes earlier than usual–”
“Don’t forget to answer the assignment regarding thermodynamic concepts found it the book. You’ll hand it in immediately on Wednesday.” The professor addresses the class as they were already carrying their bags and themselves out the room.
You start placing your stationeries inside yours, packing your other things up until it was only a pair of earphones and your phone left in front. Peter stood near the aisle while looking at you just as you were zipping your bag shut.
“Oh shoot, I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he states out of nowhere causing you to furrow your eyebrows at him. “I forgot I still haven’t returned your Physics book I borrowed last week.”
Nodding your head and standing up, you shrug it off. “It’s fine. You can return it tomorrow.”
“Sure, but how will you do your Physics assignment?”
Oh yeah. Your professor literally reminded the class a few seconds ago.
“I think I might be able to do it overnight. How many pages is the task?”
“Eight, or nine I think.” He frowns looking very guilty at you.
“Shit,” you swore. That was a lot of pages than the usual assignments given.
“Yeah, professor said it could help add points if you somehow get a bad grade at the tests.”
“Never mind,” you tried to set his mistake aside. “I’ll try to do it within overnight tomorrow. I can ask for help from my friend tomorrow morning and–”
“Wait! I realized you can stop by my apartment to get it.”
“Oh–er, Peter, I don’t think I have time to–
“It’s just nearby the campus, I promise,” he assures and adds, “it wouldn’t be a hassle, it’s probably on your way home anyway so it won’t make a difference.”
“Uhm.” You were doubtful of him.
However, you did realize that you did not have anything to do after class. You were keeping distance with Eric for the meantime which meant that your schedule was mostly vacant after this.
“Please,” he begs, “I feel so bad for keeping it the whole week. I swear it’s like a few blocks from here.”
“Would it take more than twenty minutes?” You purse your lips, convincing yourself that you would rather force yourself to study at home than spend it at someone’s apartment.
“I only take around ten minutes to walk so,” he answers. “Unless you’re a slow walker, of course.” The tone of his voice seeming to be joking.
Again, he pleads. This kid will not fucking budge.
“Fine,” you blurt out. Though, you realized your sudden-almost lash out moment at the boy that you made sure to reiterate it but slower, “I mean, sure. I can stop by your apartment to pick up my book.”
An awaited smile and sense of agreement washes over you.
Peter then leads the way as you walked behind him, maintaining a short distance so people would not throw out any suspicious looks. Like in every college, everyone knows just how fast gossips formulate and rumors spread.
If you think about it though, it might avert anyone’s suspicion – mainly pertaining to your creepy stalker – with you and your Professor. But you were not prepared for that yet, maybe some time when you can finally think about its consequences through.
True to his word, as the both of you exited the campus, it took a short time before the boy in front of you told that you were about to enter through the entrance to the building of his apartment. You were not so sure if it was really a momentary walk or because you were so focused on thinking and keeping a distance.
At some points he did often look back in case you got lost from following him. Plus, like always, he asked you simple questions either about your day or your subjects to make small talk. In which case, you were barely answering him but definitely progressed compared to when he attempted for previous times during class.
In addition, as the two of you walked down the block, the number of faces you could only assume was in college decreased. Meaning that the glares at you eased up.
“Well, here’s my location.” A loud huff follows as he uses a key to unlock the door for the entrance to the building, “It wasn’t that far, was it?”
“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t that far.” You agree as he holds the door for you and then walks right after you.
As Peter leads you upstairs onto around the fourth level, he proceeds to walk along the corridors. The array of same beige colored doors with small golden indents of unit numbers paraded along it too. Eventually he stops and inserts a key into the lock, twisting it until hearing the unlocking sound.
For a moment you hesitated to follow him. You just wanted your book and you were sure he can give it to you on a shorter span than your walk from campus to here. Was it that troublesome?
Entering his complex, you discovered how minimalistic it looked. To be fair it seemed quite small, the living room instantly greeting you through the entrance and a kitchenette at the side. But since his things were tidied up, it looked roomy.
You instinctively close the door behind you, slightly aware that it did not create a locking sound. Following Peter, you took a few more steps until you stood still at the passageway between his living room and entryway.
“Do you want a drink?” Peter asks.
“No thank you.” You were still trying to subtle. “I just want my Physics book, Peter. Please?”
He looked at you and paused for a split second. You could feel the frown behind the expressionless look. “Yeah. Okay. Sure,” he nods for a few times before turning around and proceeding to a seemingly narrow hallway. “I’ll get it in my room. Be back in a second.”
Your feet faintly paced back and forth, still where you stood a few meters between the entrance and living room. After a few more minutes, Peter emerges carrying the familiar book with one hand.
He approaches you within a few stops but stops in his tracks, leaving a distance from you. “Well uh,” he starts as his chin was tucked.
“I just want to tell you something before I hand you back your book.” He looks up at you with really pleading eyes. During other instances in university, you were definitely familiar with that look. However, this one probably ranked as one of the most downhearted ones.
You did not want to feel regretful for him. Though it definitely feels like you just kicked a puppy.
“Was is it?”
“I love you,” he blurts out as his face goes back from hiding and looking down.
It seemed awkward. You were somewhat expecting it, but you were also hoping that this day would not come – or not at least until you graduate and leave the university.
“Oh.” You honestly did not want to react.
Were you going to say sorry? How about thank you? Would it be better if you said you did not like him back? Or will the best response be that you are already taken?
“Peter, I–”
“Are you really dating Eric?” He shots up with eyes appearing almost teary.
What. The. Fuck.
“No,” you mutter. It was not much of an answer to his question. It was more on being quite horrified as your mind started jumping to conclusions.
The amount of things running around your mind right now was immeasurable.
Firstly, anyone could make two and two out of what he said, especially knowing that no one knows it even so around your circle of friends.
Secondly, you should have thought better. Your doubts with Peter should have been grater and you totally underestimated him. However, some part of you prayed that he was just an annoyingly awkward nerd who follows his friends regarding flirting tips.
Lastly, you turned around and ran.
You probably got your way with opening the door and taking two steps out. It was not long before you felt arms wrap around your waist and either side of your arms. You were then lifted and pulled behind while you tried to kick at the air as an escape. Did not work though.
Peter was surprisingly stronger than you thought. He already seemed fairly muscular at class, hiding behind those long sleeved sweaters and flannels.
Eventually the last thing you remember was the image of the door of his apartment open while you get sucked into the room further. Everything went black afterwards.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
When you felt that you were slowly restoring to consciousness, you were aware of the pounding at the back of your head and your arms.
You tried to move your hands, wanting to press against the parts of your body that were aching. But you felt incapacitated as your wriggled your wrists around and felt an unfamiliar sticky fluid enveloping around them.
“Glad you’re awake,” a voice says. “Does your head hurt?”
You tried to open your eyes, the dark lighting of the room not cooperating with your vision. A light from the window and a lamp were the only things that helped you form something out of the void.
From there you saw Peter Parker sitting closely beside you at the edge of the bed.
Hell please let this be a nightmare.
“What–” You groan, “What do you want from me.”
Your mind was building up your anger yet your body says otherwise. You felt exhausted and heavy.
Peter shushed you in a caring manner, “We’ll talk when you feel better. I’ll let you get more rest okay, sweetie?”
“Uhh.”
That was what you could remember the most. If you have awoken for other times in between your sleep, then you surely did not have an idea of it.
When you finally woke up, the level of your grogginess felt little to none already. You looked around and saw that the room was still dark and seemingly still nighttime.
As your head was twisting from side to side, you saw Peter appear from the doorway carrying a translucent cup filled with water in one hand. “Hey, you’re finally awake.”
Instead of replying to him, your wrists writhe beneath the fluid that you are still not familiar of. You could not really look up to get a good view of what it was, but it was wet, sticky, and felt like super glue.
On the other hand, both your legs, ankles, and feet were free. The back of your thighs bounced against the bed as you struggled, but it would not do much since your arms were practically stuck.
“Fuck,” you grumble.
“That won’t help. You’re pretty much stuck there,” he says, Then he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, alike where you remembered him positioned from earlier, “Might as well talk to me until I let you go.”
“Okay then, when will you let me go?” Your voice was calm hoping you could talk your way out of this mess.
“If you behave for me like a good girl, okay?”
Shivers went up your spine as you cringed at his statement.
Immediately, your mood shifts from calm to furious after hearing his disturbing bargain. Then purposely rolling your eyes for him to see. “How the hell will I behave if you’re a creepy stalker! You disgust me!”
Peter hums, displaying a look wherein he seems like he was thinking. You were not sure if it was sarcastic or not, either way it annoyed the hell out of you. “Creepy stalker sounds overstated, it was more on being curious.”
You scoff as well as exclaim, “You sent me photographs of me and Eric at his house! Fucking hell, Peter.”
“Oh yeah that part.” He slyly pouts his lips to the side as he comes to realize what he had done, “I guess it was a bit creepy–”
“What do you mean a bit? That was invasion of privacy!”
Despite being trapped, both your hands balled into a fist, feeling very furious at his dense answers. “I was living my own life! I kept my relationships to myself,” you cry out.
“Yes, but you weren’t completely living your life,” he whispers while gently combing his hair through the front of your hair. “You deserve much more than someone who couldn’t proudly tell that you’re his girl. Is he even a man? Do you really enjoy that kind of life, sweetie?”
“We were happy,” you weep. The evident crack on your voice was a signal that you were about to cry though you were not sure if it was because you were held hostage or because you were worried for Eric.
No one would understand your situation with him right now. Especially Peter.
“Trust me you weren’t,” he scoffs. “You deserve so much more, and I can give you that.”
“I’d rather be alone forever than be with you, asshole!” Your voice was inconsistent, clearly affected by how fast Peter’s mood also shifts quickly.
You also figured you were not looking entirely fresh while crumbling beneath him. Drops of tears and sweat were all over your face and neck, both your eyelids felt swollen, and your nose was almost stuffed.
Peter stand from the edge of the bed and advances to his desk from the side. A harsh bang echoed throughout the room as your body twitched out of shock.
“What does that dick have that I don’t?!” He grits his teeth as the curves of his jaw intensifies. A displeased look was written all over his face.
“P-please let me go.”
“I need you to answer, sweetie. We going nowhere unless you answer!” He was never going to let you go if you were not going to cooperate.
Every step he takes closer back to the bed just increases your heart beat further. He had rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to the edge of his elbows and you felt threatened looking at how firm his arms looked.
“Peter, p-please,” you hiccup.
As Peter returns to the edge of the bed, he does not hesitate anymore to keep a distance. His hands hover to either sides over your body and sets the left side of his head on your midriff, laying while also getting a good view of your vulnerable state.
He does not even look life he was struggling to make an effort to keep you down, but you could feel how heavy he was and was barely giving you a chance to move around.
“I can give you so much more, Y/N.” The way his gaze directs at you was definitely one of the creepiest things you have experienced. He had so much emotions yet completely lacked sympathy for your state of mind.
Shutting your eyes, you only cried further. You felt a hand cup one of your cheeks as its thumb wipes away the pouring tears. Like a broken record, you only pleaded more, “Please let me go.”
“I can’t.”
“Why.” You bawled, realizing he has no plans of releasing you anytime soon despite it. “I won’t tell anyone about this, I p-promise.”
“I know that,” he says, “but you’re going to run back to Eric, probably tell him too, right?”
You did not want to answer, merely shaking your head as you resisted a cry from your lips. It was somewhat what you had planned, but now you were just scared shitless.
“You won’t tell anyone but him cause no one knows about it other than you two, right?” He corners your words.
“Eric would lose his job if someone, especially your parents find out, right?” Hell he was correct. He most likely had been stalking you for so long to find out about it.
“You love him so much, you wouldn’t want to hinde
It was terrifying that someone had been learning about you and your life for a while without your awareness.
“Please stop. What do you want… money?” you whimper.
Peter did not seem likes normal college boy; he does not think like one, too, for sure. Anyone with a right mind would not do something like what he did. No one would have the guts to do so.
“I just want you, Y/N. I want to give you what you deserve,” Peter answers as he sits up and leans his face closer to yours. His mouth leaves a small gap from your right ear as he whispers, “Let me make you feel good.”
“No–”
He cuts off your plea with a proposition, “If you let me, I might consider letting you free.”
“You want that, right? Want me to let you go…” His hand combs through the other side of your face, “just let me show you that I can do way better than him.”
Every ounce of your blood was trying not to give in. You were smart, you ought to find a way out of this. However, you realized that it will not be enough. You already struggled so much from the super glue around your wrists and you could not imagine how much more would it take now that Peter was on top of you.
Eventually you stopped struggling and let him be. There was no way out of this than to let him do what he pleases.
You feel his lips press against your ear first and then progresses over your cheek. His grip around your arms loosen after detecting that you stopped struggling beneath him. You could feel him smile on your skin, “That’s it, relax for me. Good girl.”
His hand reaches to undo your pants as his lips drifted on yours to force their way on making out with you. Another hand then presses under your jaw and throat. “P-Peter,” you choke, feeling lightheaded after being unable to breath properly though your mouth until the grip had loosen.
“Sorry, babe.”
He soon descends from your face to your neck and collar region. You were so sure he was leaving marks on you as you felt him suck and nibble against your skin. Like a controlling asshole he was, you expect to see bruises on your skin by tomorrow.
Despite having your hands fastened, he still moves your shirt upwards past your head. It halts and hands loosely around your arms as you emerge topless beneath the boy.
“Fucking beautiful,” Peter compliments your body under his breath.
Although he seemed to have time on his hands, he does not leave a second wasted. He also goes to haul your pants past your legs and ankles. The growing look of impatience on his face says it all.
Peter moves from your side and welcomes himself between your legs. He spreads them out to have enough space for his body and you could not feel more embarrassed than this.
You grit your teeth over each other as you felt him press fingers against your cunt. Instinctively, you clench around nothing as he continues to play with your entrance, making sure you get entirely soaked under his touch.
“You know you shouldn’t hold back. I know you’re loving it so far, your body says otherwise,” he teases before laying on his stomach and moving his head closer to your pussy.
Without a warning, he licks a strip of you making the back of your thighs quake lightly. Peter senses your reaction and continues to do so, using his tongue to play around and poke inside of you until you were slowly giving in without even realizing it.
Just as you thought you were getting used to his actions, he then inserts fingers inside you, feeling your warmth around it as he pushes it in and out.
“Oh,” you moan.
He continues, making sure he also does not leave your bud of nerves behind. The tip of his fingers and tongue alternate on playing against it, making you throw back your head out of pleasure.
“I bet he doesn’t please you like this,” he scoffs.
Eventually, at your vulnerable state, you could already feel yourself closing to an orgasm. Your toes curled as your temples throbbed, sealing your eyes shut as you accepted on giving in.
You bit onto your lower lip, trying to resist a moan. Somewhere inside you, you were still trying to fight back and not let Peter have the satisfaction he had been craving.
“You’re being so tight… Just let it out.” He coaxes and you hate how you did what he told you so.
The extensive grin on his face seemed priceless. He pulled back and you were aware that you seemed exhausted beneath him. You assumed he was done with whatever he wanted to do with you.
But when he started to take off his sweater and unbutton his pants, you realized it was far from over.
As he presents himself just as naked in front of you, he again welcomes himself between your legs. This time you get a better view of him and his muscles and abs. He gets a good view of your body too for sure as his hand reaches to start stroking his dick.
He places one hand on your thigh and pushes it farther to give him more room. Finally, he inserts in inside you and you automatically felt him throbbing between.
There was a growing heat between the both of you, and it only intensified as Peter started to thrust his hips forward and backwards. There was not even a rhythm from him as he moves harder after hearing you softly moan underneath.
The slapping sound echoes through the room that would eventually reek of sex and you felt ashamed that your body was enjoying all of this.
“Ah… ah… ahh… agh….”
“You’re starting to enjoy this, aren’t you?” He brags as one hand was reaching for your breasts while the other holds your thigh up. “Fucking slut.”
Your body and mind were tired and could only hold so much longer. It was not a surprise when your stomach started to churn your the muscles in your thighs were cramping up.
Peter did no help after seeing you starting to wear out. He tried leaning in to make out with you and expect to moan into his mouth. You did for a moment, a combination of both your drools were streaming down from the corner of your mouth.
“We’re making a mess, huh,” he mumbles. “But I know you’re already a dirty fucking girl.”
He proceeds to deprave you with statements, “Can’t believe you’re enjoying my cock better than that old man’s… Such a fucking whore.”
You twist your head aside, trying to hide the fact that you feel like your temperature were burning up. You were so sure he could feel the increasing warmth of your walls either way.
Your eyes were rolling back as you resist arching your back, which was not really a success as the amount of pleasure was overwhelming.
As you writhe beneath him, you felt a hand on your cheek. It pushes your head back onto looking at front and at Peter. “I want you t look at me when you’re going to cum, sweetie,” he orders and you could not do much anyways.
The second time you came was a whole other level. You never felt this with any person you slept with so far, rather not this fast and intense to say. “That’s it, fuck, you’re tighter than I could ever imagine.”
Peter continues until it was his time to cum. The bed continues to move along with his pace and your body was basically abused to his liking.
And even if you were not aware of it, the boy was practically thankful that his agency decided to agree to soundproofing his whole apartment – his motive being for personal reasons, which they did not question any time soon.
You were helpless, you knew that. All you had in mind now was rest. Your eyelids were heavy and your mind was drifting to slumber.
The last thing you remember was Peter moving over your body to come all around your chest like a painter with its paint brush creating a masterpiece from your chest to your core.
—pairings: husband!tom holland x wife!female!reader
—summary: after tom returns home from press tour, he tells y/n that he’s been thinking of them expanding their family.
—warnings: established relationship ( married ), talk about having a baby.
—word count: 1.5k
—additional notes: this request was cosy to write, sorry it took me a while to finally post <33
Through several months all Y/n had to interact with her husband was through texts, rare phone calls, and even rarer video calls. Spider-Man: No Way Home undoubtably had the most promo for a movie Tom had been in. Working between the interviews and filming for his upcoming movie Uncharted meant he hadn’t been able to come home to London.
“We got food. And Sam left to puke.” Tom told you as you rejoined the table you and your friends had claimed at a local bar. He slipped an arm around you and you leaned into his side.
“Aw, nice. Not about the puke, about the food.” You clarified as you took a tortilla chip and put it in your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you took another one.
this fic is silly and pointless and i am minorly (majorly) dissatisfied with it buttttt it’s really cute so have it!! i really liked the idea but i don’t think i did a very good with it?
ps thank you to @ddejavvu for letting me ramble about this fic for literally weeks ily mei!!
summary: your characters have chemistry, but so do you (actor!reader)
warnings: he’s so charming i wanna cry
wc: 1.9k
you sit beside tom in front of a black backdrop, legs crossed under the dress your stylist had chosen as you nod and smile along to the answer tom gives to a question. he looks over at you, waving his hands around in his explanation, “well the stunts were really cool, and i really enjoyed learning more and being able to do more than i have in previous movies. of course i owe a huge thank you to my stunt doubles though, they always come through.”
“he is a lot less intimidating in his stunt gear, i will admit,” you add playfully, leaning over to press your hand to his shoulder to let him know you’re joking.
he of course smiles wickedly at you, playing off your little joke with more lighthearted banter and a tilt of his head, something you can’t quite place swimming in his eyes, “well you don’t look much better,” to which you respond with a feigned look of surprise, mouth agape, hand slipping from his broad shoulder.
summary: the antics of tom and his girlfriend on the red carpet somebody teach me how to write a summary.
enjoy!
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“Tom! Tom! Over here!” calls a particularly excited journalist. Tom smiles as he heads over, squinting slightly at the blinding flashes of the cameras.
“Hey mate, how’s it going?” he asks politely.
“I’m great, thank you,” beams the journalist. “So tell me, how does it feel to finally be at the No Way Home premiere?”
“It’s such a good feeling man, I can’t even begin to describe it. We’ve all worked so hard on this film and I just can’t wait for everyone to see it.” Tom answers.
“Can you tell us anything new about the film?” asks the journalist.
“All I can say is, bring tissues!” Tom laughs, quirking a brow at the nearest camera.
The journalist looks around as if to scan the rest of the red carpet before asking his next question.
“And where’s the lovely Y/N Y/L/N tonight? She is coming, right? Everyone’s so excited to see her.”
Tom’s eyes light up at the mention of your name and he blushes slightly, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.
Imagine disappearing before Tony, your father, and your boyfriend Peter during the snap.
requested by: anon warnings: angst !!
Only a few minutes had passed before you heard Mantis gasp and you watched her disintegrate in front of you. You felt your stomach drop in realization as Thanos had got what he wanted. Your eyes fell on Drax, then Quill, and to Doctor Strange all turn to dust and something surged inside you.
Your whole body started to tingle and you looked down and tears welled in your eyes as you saw yourself succumbing to the same fate as the others. You turned to your father and boyfriend as they both looked on with fear.
Peter wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck and you felt his hot tears trickle onto your skin. You embraced him tightly and you shook your head as the rest of you started to fade away.
“I’m scared, Peter,” you whimpered. His face, fear-stricken, only darkened. He was too.
You looked over at your dad and he was shaking his head vigorously and he reached out to you. “I love you,” were the last words you could manage before you crumbled, dust scattered to the wind.
Peter stood there and stared down at his hands, shaking as the dust of your remains slipped from his fingers. He clenched his fists, trying to keep you, desperate to hold you for just a little longer. He choked out a sob and fell to his knees, a mangled cry vibrating at the back of his throat.
Tony, face set with devastation, approached the boy who’d meant so much to you and put a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at him, eyes red with tears. The older man had to keep himself together despite feeling his throat tighten, and he knelt to Peter, and the boy immediately wrapped his arms around his shoulders, clamping him tight.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” Peter cried, hands still balled into fists. “I-I couldn’t stop it.”
Tony let out a shaky breath and patted his back, trying to comfort him. “I know, kid. I know. None of us could’ve stopped it.”
Imagine selling Peter Parker a necklace in Venice.
requested by: me warnings: KINDA FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS but nothing plotty so ?? not really ? but sorta.
The sun shone on the water in Venice, and you watched it through the window of your grandfather’s jewellery shop. Gondolas floated by carrying lovesick couples and you couldn’t help but simultaneously dislike and admire them. But one day you’d have the chance to see the city through a lovers’ eyes, surely. You dreamed of the day.
Elbow on the desk and chin in your hand, you dazed through the minutes, visions of romance with a guy you hadn’t met yet dancing before your eyes.
If you focused enough, you could make out a face.
Dark hair, sharp jaw, an eyebrow that seemed like it wanted to be brushed. A brown eyes set in a gentle expression - he’d have a sweetness that no one could replicate.
You imagined him at the window, eyeing glass necklaces in the window. You’d send him a breezy smile when he looks in, and he’d be a little flustered, but manage to shoot one right back.
And then he’d stumble into the shop, backpack slung over his shoulder, and say a heavily accented “Ciao.”
You smiled dreamily. It was almost as if he was real. “Ciao.”
He bounced on his feet a little, awkwardness seeping through. “Hi, um, I was wondering- I’m looking for a necklace? A black dahlia one?”
His voice was eager, ernest. But wait, his English- well, it was English, and you could barely understand. This boy was actually American. He wasn’t in your head.
You gasped and snapped upright, a deep blush dusting your cheeks and ears to the point that you were nervous you’d break a sweat. His brows shot up at your sudden energy and change of disposition, and an awkward laugh fell from his lips.
“Uh, you okay?”
You brushed a couple of strands of hair out of your face and joined his laugh, acutely aware of your heavy accent. And then, acutely aware that you were aware of it. You dealt with American tourists daily - why were you suddenly like this? You cleared your throat and reassured, “I’m okay, very good. Necklace?”
He smiled again, nodding. “Yeah, a black dahlia one? You know, like the murder.”
“Murder,” you scoffed, “I know. I think I have it-?” You emerged from behind the counter and led the boy to a flower collection by another window, cursing yourself for not trying harder in your English lessons. The words wouldn’t come to your mind when you spoke to him, and then they felt clumsy in your mouth when you tried to use them. So much for elegance.
Your fingers knocked pendants aside to find a certain one that hung from the holder, and your excitement spiked when you found the one you wanted. You unhooked it and turned to show him, but-
He was right there. He must have been leaning with you to look over your shoulder, and when you turned he accidentally elbowed your… front curves.
“Oh god, sorry, I didn’t mean-” he professed, taking a huge step backwards, hands open and high in front of him. He cleared his throat when you shook your head, just as pink as him, the delicious smell he wore swirling in your mind. “No no no, no worries.”
Whether it was feigned surprise or he was just trying to disperse the embarrassment, you couldn’t tell, but as soon as his eyes sought the pendant he announced, “Hey, that’s perfect!”
He bent to inspect it, and you took the opportunity to take in his expression. The wonder on his face was so endearing, and you couldn’t help the curve that pulled your lips.
You weren’t sure what it was, but something possessed you and made you voice your thoughts in Italian. “So are you.”
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."
—
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.
Smut warnings: brief oral (m + f receiving), slight voyeurism, unprotected sex, continued orgasms, near choking, rough sex, fingering, dirty talk
Nearly a week later, Tom has you over for dinner, home-cooked, before you’re heading to your apartment to pack for California, and back to his apartment so you can get up together. When his alarm inevitably goes off at four in the morning, you’re both rolling out of bed, dressing in sweats and sweatshirts and carrying your luggage out to a taxi and heading for the airport.
You snuggle down into Tom any moment you can, feeling the warmth radiating off of him when his arms wrap around you and he presses his lips into your hair. After a nearly six hour flight and a few short naps with lots of hand holding and shared kisses, you and Tom are deboarding, walking hand in hand to baggage claim. You can tell that the air here is warmer, and the area is much different than New York. You’ve never really had a vacation, so it’s exciting to be here with the man you love the most in the world. As if Tom can sense it, he squeezes your hand as he tosses your duffel over his shoulder and wheels his suitcase out to an Uber. The drive from LAX to Malibu, is relatively short. There’s a row of small beach houses along a deck, and after checking in, Tom leads you to a little blue one,
“Wow…” Is all you mutter as you walk inside the smallish beach house. It’s cozy enough for you and Tom, a bed in the center of the room, complete with a couch, coffee table, and a small kitchenette. The bathroom is off to the side, one wall consisting of a huge open shower, skylight above. Tom hums,
“Nice little place huh? I was thinking of getting a huge house in the middle of LA but… I really like how these look. Get to look at you in a little bikini for a whole weekend. Shit… yeah, this was the better choice.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes,
“Its gorgeous. And look at that view. Ugh…” Tom chuckles as you walk to the sliding glass door that leads out onto a balcony, shaded by palm trees, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. You stare out at the water for a moment until his arms wrap around you and he sighs,
“You’re the best view ya know?"
"Oh so cheesy… are there two bedrooms in here?” Tom chuckles, kissing your cheek,
“No such luck love.” You hum, rubbing his arms,
“Its nice to be alone. That’s for sure."
"Oh definitely. I like having you to myself, not worrying about Sal calling you in to work cause they’re short or having Willa call for a girl’s night. Love it.” You smile,
“Me too.” He unwraps himself from you, leading you back inside and to the tiny bedroom, another balcony with Adirondack chairs in each corner showcasing the same bright blue ocean. You hum as he flops on the bed, dragging you with him. Tom sighs as you lay chest to chest, your head cradled over your arms. Soon enough though, you rest your head over his chest, sighing yourself. You stare out at the water crashing against the sand as Tom reaches up to play with your hair, his heart skipping a beat. You move your head to look at him,
“What’d you just think about?” You ask. He frowns,
“What do you mean?"
"I just figure… your heart skipped a beat and when mine does that I have a really… soft thought go through my head about something I love.” You admit. He stares down at you for a moment,
“You’re a witch huh?” You giggle and shake your head,
“Just observant.” You admit, waiting for him to do the same. He swallows, fingers threading through your hair as he stares out at the water for a second longer. He glances down at you,
“Its just… peaceful here. It’s just the two of us. We haven’t touched our phones, there’s no neighbors below us fighting, no friends or kids bugging us. It’s just you and me and… this place… I dunno. I guess I was just… thinking how nice it’d be to fall off the grid. Start over. Live together somewhere where our nearest neighbors were twenty miles away and we could just be us. Do us.” He explains, rubbing up your arms. He stares off over your head as you process what he’s told you. You hum,
“You’d get sick of me. I only show you a little bit of what I want.”
“No, no, there is no getting sick of you. I… I hate when you go to work or you go over to your apartment. Its… it kills me. I’m like a fucking dog, I don’t know what to do.” He admits. You smile,
“Yeah?” He nods,
“I just… I’ve always wanted to live with a girl I’m in love with but… I’ve never been in love like this. I’ve always been hesitant because I’m not sure if she’ll be around but… I know you will. You agreed to come here, you can’t stay away from me.” He adds. You giggle,
“I don’t wanna stay away from you.” You admit. Laying your ear over his chest again, you stare up at him, “I’d willingly clean up your socks off the floor if it means I get this forever.” You tell him. He chuckles,
“I’d have to go in halves on chores with you. I can’t stand the idea of making you do everything.” He admits. Giggling, you crawl up, hands resting on his shoulders, lips covering his,
“We could just… fake our deaths, stay here.” You tell him. He smiles,
“That… morbidly sounds nice.” Kissing him again, you sigh into his mouth,
“I’m so exhausted. Do we have like a week to sleep and then your boxing weekend?” He chuckles,
“Unfortunately not. Just the weekend and then we fly back Monday. But… after tonight’s match, and after we go back to New York, I’m all yours for a few weeks.” You smile,
“Just… ignoring all of that… we’re totally taking a nap before your match huh?” You ask. He nods, smile still covering his lips,
“Absolutely."
"Oh thank god.” You grumble, standing from the bed and stripping naked. Tom licks his lips, watching you climb into bed as he strips from his own clothes. You snuggle down into him, his arms wrapped around your body. He yawns,
“Absoutely in love with you.” He murmurs. You hum and smile, closing your eyes,
“Feeling’s mutual.” You murmur. He hums, stroking over your hair,
“Such a beautiful girl.” Giggling, you nuzzle into his side,
“Stop. I’m exhausted and you’re not helping me get any sleep."
"Oh gosh, sorry.” He mumbles dramatically. Giggling again, you push at his shoulder, letting him roll onto his side. Snuggling up behind him, you bind your arm around his middle, your legs curling into his,
“Love you.” You murmur. He hums,
“Love you too beautiful."
Hours later, the both of you are up, and he’s ordering takeout for you, making himself a small, healthy meal for his pre-match. He at least needs something in his system. The both of you are fully dressed but when Tom watches you reach for your purse, he nibbles his bottom lip, guilty eyes meeting yours,
"What?” You ask,
“I don’t… I don’t want you there.” He admits, grimacing softly, “God that sounds fuckin terrible.” He mumbles,
“Why?” You ask as he nears you and his hands come to rest at your waist. He sighs,
“There’s just… there’s a lot of gang activity around the ring out here. I can’t… i-if you had someone with you, I’d think about it but… not with all of this shit that goes on out here. The opponent I’m against is involved in all of this shit and I can’t risk it with you being alone here. I… I’ll be back before midnight but… I’m sorry, I can’t chance it.” He explains, his eyes softening as he rambles quickly. You shake your head, reaching up to caress his cheek as he rests his forehead against yours,
“Its fine, I get it.” You tell him. He sighs, shoulders relaxing. He digs in his pocket before drawing out a credit card,
“Go get dessert, go shopping, my treat. I just… I feel so fucking bad and I don’t want you to be stuck here."
"No, no, no, keep this, I don’t want it.” You tell him, eyes widening as you try to hand the card back to him,
“I want you to have it. Look…” He sets the card being hot potatoed down on the side table, “I’m gonna leave it here. Use it if you’d like, but just… if you leave this room, take it with you at least. So it doesn’t get stolen. Okay?” He poses, cradling your face in his hands. You nod,
“Okay, yeah.” He nods, kissing you softly before he’s standing back and sighing,
“You’re not mad are you?” He asks as he stoops to pick his duffel up. You shake your head, following him to the door,
“No, I get it. You need to focus on the match, not if I’m okay.” You explain. He nods,
“Good, yes, thank you.” You nod again, holding the door open for him. He leans up and kisses you,
“I’ll be back soon love. Do whatever you’d like, no spending limit on that thing.” He tells you before he’s retreating down the pathway, you rolling your eyes at his back. He makes it nearly to his car before you speak again,
“Hey!” He spins, staring up at you. You smile, “I love you… and good luck.” You call. He smiles wide, nodding,
“I love you too. I’ll be back.” He climbs in the rental and you watch him drive away.
—
In the time Tom is gone, you’ve explored the cabana, sitting out on the deck and sunning just a little, listening to the waves crash against the shore. You shower and dress in some sleep shorts and one of his tees, hair tied up on top of your head. You find a book amongst your luggage, sitting in the tiny living room, the back door open. The crashing of the waves is soothing and it distracts you for a few moments. The peace you feel is unlike anything else and it reminds you that this is what you could have with Tom. All you’d have to do is say so.
The crunch on gravel pulls you from your thoughts and let’s you know Tom’s back. You stand from the couch, walking to the door and opening it, waiting for him to climb out of the car, walking up the path. A smile covers his face through scrapes and bruises as he looks at you and it makes your heart flutter,
“Hello gorgeous.” He purrs, leaning in to kiss you when he’s close enough. You hold his head,
“Hi… how did it go?” You ask. He hums as he enters the house, kicking his shoes off as you close the door behind him, a hand still lingering on your lower back,
“That was a rough one. But… I still made it. Still the best in the league.” He tells you. You smile and nod, wrapping your arms around his waist,
“You really did it huh?” He nods, eyebrows furrowing,
“Course. Undefeated.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again. Once it deepens, he hums,
“Maybe we shouldn’t."
"Why?” He gestures to his face,
“As always, I haven’t had a proper clean up so… you’ll probably end up with my blood in your mouth which is… so not sexy.” He tells you. You giggle, reaching up to slide your fingers through his hair. He hums before you reach for his hand, taking it gently,
“C'mon you, I’ll do it.” You murmur, leading him to the bathroom. You close the toilet lid and pat it, “Sit handsome.” You murmur. You don’t miss the way he glances at your bikini tossed on the bathroom floor or the way he licks his lips,
“Gone for a swim already?” He asks. You shake your head, admiring his cuts and scrapes, leaning under the sink for the first aid kit,
“No… just used the last little bit of sunlight to sun a little. Can’t you tell?” You ask. He smiles and nods,
“Yeah… sun-kissed. Beautiful. Perfect.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes, wetting a washcloth in the sink and lathering some soap into it. You gently rub it across his face, having him rinse it off before you’re leaning over him, dabbing antibiotic ointment across cuts littering his skin silently. He hums, watching you put a bandaid over the one above his eyebrow. He stares up at you,
“What’s the matter?” He asks. You glance down into his eyes for a moment,
“What do you mean?” You quip back. He hums,
“You just have this look in your eye. Like you’re… far away.” He explains. After another moment, you shrug,
“Dunno. Just… was thinking about how tranquil this place is while you were gone. Not having to adult for a little while. No bills, no urgent calls about some stupid bullshit.” You explain. He hums again,
“Yeah?” You nod, “As you clean me up from the fight of my life. You’re not worried?” You roll your eyes,
“This is different. This isn’t me getting called into work because some eighteen year old just decided she didn’t want to show or me worrying if my rent’ll get paid this month. This is just me doing what I love.” You explain to him. He smiles,
“Oh yeah, cleaning me up like a five year old.” He murmurs. You sigh, brushing more ointment along a cut across his jaw, “No, in all fairness, I know what you’re saying. I don’t have Shannon asking to take the kids, I don’t have my managers on my ass. I’m kinda just doing my thing. It is nice. I get it.” He defends. You nod,
“Its just us and it’s peaceful.” You add. He nods in agreement,
“Definitely.” Once you’ve finished, he stares up at you, watching you hold his face in your hands for a moment longer, double checking he’s attended to before you sigh, draping your arms over his shoulders,
“I really missed you.” You tell him. He smiles, rubbing up over your hips,
“I missed you too. I missed seeing you in that bikini. I was getting decked in the face and you were nearly naked.” Rolling your eyes, he snickers, standing and leaning his face down to kiss you. He hums against your lips before he hops in the shower, quickly cleaning himself and hopping out again. He sighs as he wraps a towel around his waist, backing you against the counter and lifting you onto it. He smiles as you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabs a smaller towel, draping it over his head. You swat his hands aside, scrubbing the water from his hair. He hums, staring up at you from under the towel when you draw it from over his eyes.
Leaning in, he kisses you softly, one of your hands holding the back of his neck. Grasping your hips, he tugs you from the counter, backing you into the bedroom. Laying you down in the bed, he climbs over you leaning in to kiss the expanse of your stomach that’s exposed from under your shirt. After a moment, he draws your shorts down over your hips, kissing each one, his eyes flickering up to your face when you let out a little breathless gasp and arch your back. He hums, crawling up and laying his head over your stomach. He holds your hips, sighing as you thread your fingers through his hair,
“I’ll one hundred percent be dreaming about peeling your fucking bikini off.” He murmurs, cheek squished into your abdomen. You giggle,
“Yeah? I’ll let you do it tomorrow. Promise.” He hums, crawling up your body until he’s laying beside you, drawing your arm over his torso so you spoon in behind him, lips pressed against his spine between his shoulder blades,
“I love you.” He murmurs, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You kiss his warm skin,
“And I love you.” You reply. He sighs, his body melting in your arms as relaxation kicks in and he succumbs to deep sleep.
—
You wake to a steady stream of light filtering in through the open French doors leading out onto the balcony. Your body rests on Tom’s side of the bed, his pillow cradled to your face. When you finally blink the sleep from your eyes and they’ve somewhat adjusted, you raise your head, glancing out at the deck where Tom sits in one of the chairs, his phone in his hand. As you watch, he lifts a mug to his lips, sipping the steaming contents inside.
He’s put just boxers on since last night when he climbed in bed naked. Of course, he wouldn’t go out on the deck like that and risk any part of California seeing him. Not only is he adamant about him being yours physically and mentally, but he’s very conscious of who sees what, when. Standing from the bed, you quickly use the bathroom, washing your hands and heading out to see him. He glances up from behind his sunglasses as you move to stand between his legs. He opens his mouth to greet you before you’re crouching, rubbing up his thighs,
“Well… good morning to you too.” He mumbles, showing off a toothy smile as you giggle,
“Good morning.” He hums, watching you tug on his boxers. He licks his lips, glancing around,
“Wouldn’t you uhm… wouldn’t you prefer we do this inside? I mean… we do… technically have neighbors.” He mumbles. You shake your head, freeing him from his confines and stroking him hard,
“Nope. The weather’s nice and you look amazing. There’s no time for us to go inside.” You explain. His eyebrows knit together,
“Bed’s just inside-”
“No!"
"Okay.” You slip your mouth around him, his head immediately tipping back and a moan slipping from between his lips, “Fuck that is so good. Who needs a trophy or a belt when you get celebratory head?” He poses. You hum, quickly bobbing your head, stroking what doesn’t fit in your mouth.
You drape your arms over his thighs, taking him deep in your mouth with each pass. He groans, head tipping back. He reaches up, humming as he brushes a hand through his hair and you gag around him. He glances down as you drag him from your mouth, stroking him. He licks his lips again,
“You… are so fucking perfect and I’m so goddamn lucky I get to call you mine.” He murmurs. You smile up at him,
“I’m so lucky I get to call this dick mine.” He chuckles, watching you stand, your hand never faltering around him as you untie your shorts. He jumps up, your hand falling from his cock as he swaps places with you, laying you back in the chair he was previously occupying,
“Fucking… gorgeous.” He mumbles, leaning in and sliding your shorts and the underwear beneath them off. He licks his lips as you pull your top up over your stomach, watching him lean in and slip his tongue through your folds. You reach down and slide your fingers through his curls,
“You’re so fucking perfect.” You murmur as he holds your thighs, tongue sliding between your folds, figure eighting around you. He hums when you give a good tug of his hair before he’s leaning up, sucking on his bottom lip and watching you sit up to tug your oversized shirt over your head. He licks his lips at your breasts now exposed to him and clears his throat, glancing around before he’s sliding his boxers the rest of the way off and watching as you turn your back to him, as he finally takes the seat again,
“Are you sure?” He asks. You nod before you’re maneuvering between his legs, sliding down on him. Your heads tip back in tandem,
“Fucking hell babe.” He grumbles as his hands come up to grasp your hips in a tight grip. You moan, bumping his arms aside to lean on the arms of the deck chair. You slowly move your hips up and down, Tom’s hands sliding around until his hands mostly rest on your stomach, aiding in bringing you down around him, “you really love this position. I think you’re just a little naughty girl, always thinking about me cumming inside of you.” He grumbles in your ear. You giggle letting him reach up and grip your hair in one hand. You press your lips together,
“Fuck.” He grumbles. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip, digging his fingertips into your hips, “You’re so fucking sexy. Who would’ve thought you were so into almost getting caught?” You hum,
“I like the idea of some nosey neighbor watching you cum inside me.” You admit. He grunts beneath you,
“Naughty fucking girl."
"Yeah well… I like people knowing I’m yours. Especially since you’re a big bad boxer.” You tease. He chuckles darkly before he’s thrusting his hips up into you, drawing a cry from your lips. You reach up and cover your mouth before Tom chuckles, moving with him still nestled inside of you as he stands from his chair and pressing you to your knees and thrusting inside of you quickly. You cry out, reaching back to hold Tom’s forearm,
“Thought you wanted people to know you were mine.” He coos. Your eyes roll back in your head as he pounds into you, nimble fingers holding your hips,
“Fuck…"
"I know right… fucking spectacular. You are so fucking wet.” He grumbles behind you. You grasp the back of the chair, chewing your bottom lip as he squeezes your hips,
“Fucking hell. You are so fucking good darling.” He grumbles. You reach back and grasp his wrist, holding onto him as he pounds into you. Glancing over your shoulder, you watch unruly curls fall in his eyes,
“You’re so sexy.” You gasp out. His eyes find yours and he leans in after a moment to kiss you softly. His tongue slides between your lips as one of his free hands slips between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan into his mouth and he chuckles,
“I hope there’s some creepy old neighbor watching you get fucked. Hope he’s jealous I get this whole fucking thing all to myself.” He growls, rearing back and swatting your ass with his free hand. You whimper, holding the arms of the chair as you rest on your knees,
“You feel so good.” You moan. Chewing your lip, silence permeates between the two of you as he rocks into you quickly, his hands slipping up to pull on your shoulders, but they hold you in a way that his fingers are practically wrapped around your throat. You hold the arms of the chair, eyes rolled back in your head, a low whimper slipping from his lips. After a moment, he’s shoving himself deep, pulling out and stroking himself, curls falling in his eyes,
“Alright… to bed, now.” He grumbles, stumbling out of his boxers as you move to the bed, “Bend over it.” He adds. You climb on your hands and knees, glancing over your shoulder at him as he follows you inside, reaching out to swat your ass again. You wiggle your hips back at him, a growl slipping from his lips as he swats at the other cheek, leaning in to quickly slide his tongue through your folds. He stands straight, hand pressed to your lower back as he guides himself back inside of you. His head falls back once he’s fully sheathed inside you,
“There are few things in this world that feel fucking amazing time and time again. You’re one of them darling.” He grumbles. You hum,
“Yeah… what else?” He chuckles softly, grasping your hips as he slowly moves himself inside of you,
“No condom is spectacular too. But you’re one of maybe… three women to feel that with me. I can guarantee you’ll be the last.” He taunts. You giggle, working yourself back against him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You cry out when one of his hands slips to your shoulder, the other remaining on your hip.
You move back against him, grasping the ruffled sheets in your hands. You let out a choked cry as he reaches out and smacks your ass, sliding his hand down across your stomach to stroke your clit. You cry out, back arching. At this, Tom grabs your hair, tugging you back against his chest. His free hand grips your throat as he pounds into you, stroking your clit soundly,
“Fuckkkkkk.” You groan. Tom chuckles darkly in your ear,
“You just really fucking love being manhandled huh? Who’d'a known?” You chew your bottom lip,
“Willa. She’s known.” You quip. He grunts, drawing out of you after a moment. You whine before he’s collapsing onto the bed. He drags you into his lap, holding your sides as your mouth falls open and you work back against him gently once you’ve slid onto him again,
“So fucking beautiful darling. Such a good girl.” He murmurs. You hum, threading your fingers through his hair and leaning in to kiss him. He holds you, hands pressed over your ribs, gently tugging down on you. He grunts softly into your mouth, watching you tip your head back. You lean back on his knees, moving quickly. He leans in and sucks at your nipple,
“So great. God you’re perfect.” He grumbles. You grasp his curls in your fingers, his back rested against the headboard,
“Don’t think there’s any better view than you with the fucking California coast at your back.” He adds. You sigh,
“I dunno… I’m looking at you.” He chuckles as you tug his hair to draw his lips back to yours. Your tongue slips into his mouth as his hands slip down to your ass, guiding you along him. You whimper, arms draped over his shoulders, his eyes cast up into yours. He reaches down between you, strumming your clit softly,
“Gonna cum for me?” He asks. You nod, chewing your bottom lip,
“Yeah.” You can hear how your wetness has coated your bud as Tom’s fingers rub across it. Tom growls as your walls fluttering around him and your head tips back,
“Such a naughty fucking girl. Really can’t get enough of me can you?” He poses. You shake your head,
“Never.” He hums as you lean back on his legs once he’s stretched them out your hips meeting his in quick succession, his thumb pressed to your drenched clit. You moan and whine, Tom’s free handle squeezing your hip,
“Make yourself cum darling… c'mon, give it to me.” He growls. You head stays tipped back, his hands firm on you until you cum, a cry slipping from your lips as you throw yourself into his arms, arms wrapped around his shoulders again. He holds you close, thrusting his hips up into yours to finish you off. After a moment, he’s dumping you onto your back, forcing your knees up and standing between your spread thighs to cum on your stomach. You whimper, watching him paint you, grunting as he tips his head back. But he doesn’t stop there. When he’s finished, he crouches between your legs, sucking at your pussy. You practically scream, back arching off the bed as your hands slip down to hold onto his hair. He slides his fingers inside of you, pumping them quickly, curling them to brush against your g-spot,
“Fuck, fuck, T!” He growls again before he’s ripping another orgasm from you, holding your thighs as you shake. Once he knows that you’re finished, he stands, watching you breathe for a moment before he’s finding tissues and wiping you off. He leans over you, kissing you softly,
“You okay?” He asks. You nod, rubbing up his arms,
“Course. You’re amazing.” You tell him, stroking his cheek softly. He smiles,
“Funny… I was thinking the same about you.” You giggle before he’s moving to lean over you. You hold his shoulders, bringing your lips to his. He hums, rubbing your sides as he presses himself chest to chest with you, moving his lips along yours. He draws back after a moment,
“Who knew you were so into voyeurism?” You click your tongue,
“No one’s out there.” You murmur. He hums, moving to lay on his side, propping his head up on his hand and tracing his fingers over your stomach,
“You really just woke up horny then huh?” You shrug,
“Not the first time. But it’s one of the first times I’ve had someone to sate me.” You tell him. He smiles,
“So I’m just a tool you use to get off?” He asks. You nod, shrugging,
“A pretty good one too.” He chuckles,
“Thank you.” Staring up at the ceiling, there a moment of silence before you ask him,
“Have you been looking at houses?” You ask. His brows knit together for a moment before he shakes his head,
“No… should I?” You shrug,
“Ya never know. Think we can fake a whole tsunami?” He chuckles again before he’s shaking his head and rolling onto his back,
“Don’t think so darling. Unless you’ve got some magic hold over California.” You sigh,
“I wish. Where would be your ideal place to live? Like… if you could choose anywhere in the world, where would it be?” You ask. He hums,
“If I’m honest… London. Back home. It’s gorgeous out there, good enough place to raise a family.” He tells you. You giggle,
“Yeah?” He nods,
“Yeah.” He trails his fingers up your side, “What about you?” He poses. You sigh, smoothing over his pec as you lay over him,
“Mmmm, probably… Australia or… the Netherlands. Something like that. Somewhere beautiful.” You tell him. He nods, eyebrows raising,
“Good choice.” Kissing your forehead, he sighs and stands, leaving you laying in his spot again for the second time this morning. He returns shortly, laying beside you,
“So… we get some breakfast in town and then we come back here and sun and swim and then tonight, you’re mine and we’re going on a fancy date and as weird as California people are, we won’t get stared at like we did back home.” He proposes. You hum, pressing your lips into his chest,
“Well that sounds more like a command than a request so… doesn’t really matter what I say.” You murmur. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your forehead,
“No, not really.” You shrug,
“Sounds fine to me anyways.” You murmur. He nods, holding your body to his. You sigh,
“I really do like this. Just the two of us. We don’t have to have a filter. We can do whatever we want whenever we want without being interrupted.” You explain. He hums,
“Yeah. Can fuck you whenever without being interrupted.” He confirms. You giggle, standing on the bed. He rubs up your calf as you bounce just slightly,
“My bed is fucked up too. Maybe that’s what I’ll do with any money I make from the museum.” You pose. He hums,
“Could move out of the apartments. We should move in together, share the expenses.” He mumbles. You shrug,
“Probably wouldn’t be half bad considering we’re always together so someone’s apartment is being abandoned.” He hums again,
“You should just move in. We could still split expenses now."
"I wouldn’t want to move in and then us move out. It’d be useless to move around twice. It’d just be annoying."
"Well maybe I just wanna say that my roommate is my girlfriend. Besides… Ben and Atticus are big guys. If we had a date I could probably trick my brothers into coming down, helping us out.” He explains. You sigh,
“God it sounds nice but I don’t want tooooo."
"Fine, I’ll just move us out of those apartments. Then you can’t escape me.” He teases. You smile, leaning your chin on the back of your hand over his chest,
“You just might have to. Ben and Atticus will definitely help move though. My mom too.” You explain. He nods,
“I probably could get my brothers down. With a lot of begging. My best mates too.” He explains. You nod,
“Yeah. That’d be nice.” You murmur. He trails his fingers through your hair with another sigh,
“Suppose we should get up. Get ready for breakfast because I am starving.” He tells you. You smile and nod, rolling to your edge of the bed. He watches you stand, head propped up by his hand. He licks his lips as his eyes roam your bare body, watching you root through the closet where both of your clothes hang,
“Please don’t wear panties at all today. I will fucking cum at both meals just thinking about you.” He purrs. You glance at him over your shoulder and smile,
“I’m sure you will.” You murmur. He watches, frowning as you pull lacey black panties up your legs, slipping jeans on over them,
“You can have no bra but I’m not going commando in jeans.”
“You brought dresses. Thought you’d go with that.” He grumbles as he stands, squeezing past you for boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt. He watches you button your blouse, licking his lips again as you cover your bare breasts, “Probably still cream my pants.” He murmurs, finding socks amongst his luggage. You roll your eyes, slipping your feet into your sandals,
“Drama queen.” You mumble. He huffs, tying his shoes before he’s grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet,
“Just for all of that you should have to pay for your own food.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes again,
“Oh please. After this morning and with you knowing you’re getting more as the day goes on, you’d kneel at my feet and worship me.” You tell him matter-of-factly. He stares down at you for a moment before he blinks,
“Keep it up and you’ll definitely go over my knee.” He threatens. You swallow, but spit back at him,
“Don’t threaten me with a good time."
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Upon returning from breakfast, Tom watched as you stripped again, picking a black bikini from your luggage and slipping into it. When you’d turned to look at him, his swim trunks hanging low on his hips, the look in his eye had possessed you to run squealing for the water, jumping in with him following right behind you, arms wrapped around your torso after a moment. You squeal again as he lifts you out of the water, your head laid on his shoulder as he squeezes you around the middle, twirling the ties of your bikini around his finger. You chew your lip,
"You better not untie those. I do not want to risk one of these neighbors seeing what’s so rightfully yours.” You tell him, half joking, half serious. His eyes sparkle mischievously,
“You better fucking remember that.” He purrs. His hands abandon the ties, sliding down your back. For a while, the two of you float around the area of your little cabana. He watches you climb up onto the deck, water pouring down your body and rolling down in droplets across your skin. He follows, licking his lips as he watches you lay on the towel you’d laid out. When he lays beside you, propping himself up on his elbow, you lay your head on your crossed arms,
“It’s really beautiful here.” You tell him. He nods,
“Nothing’s as beautiful as you but… yeah, it’s decent enough.” You roll your eyes,
“Such a charmer.” He shrugs,
“I try my best.” You watch him stand again, finding his phone just inside,
“Do you ever think about how we came about?” You ask, “like… I literally hunted you down and then you came into my work the next day and then you felt this weird need to protect me from toxic men and… now here we are… vacationing in California together.” You add. He nods with a smile, sitting cross legged, his back to the wall,
“Pose for me.” He commands. You heart stutters,
“What?” He rolls his eyes now,
“Lay on your side, kinda… drape your arm over your side, lemme get a picture.” Your cheeks burn, but regardless you do what he says, watching him stare at you through his phone, a hunger in his eyes,
“Fucking gorgeous.” He grumbles. You hum, crawling to him, watching him add it to Instagram, captioned: “Beauty beyond words.” with another black heart. He pings your location before he’s posting it, leaning in to kiss you when he locks his phone. You gesture to the spot you were just occupying,
“Over there mister… now.” He does as he’s told as you find your own phone, snapping a few pictures of him with his back to you, legs dangling over the side, one of his legs drawn up on the deck, and his face turned to you, cocky little smirk covering his lips. You post all three with the caption: “Always my champion.” with a white heart instead. His phone dings and he leans back between your legs, opening his phone to flip through your photos, liking the post and Willa’s instantaneous comment of heart eye emojis and quips about the two of you being her OTP and offering a light chuckle before he sets his phone aside, rubbing you arms and watching the sun disappear into the ocean miles from you,
“Yes I do. I was infatuated with you that night. I remember… going back to bed and just thinking about you as I finished my civil duty to Morgan.” You snort,
“Charming.” He laughs again,
“No, but I’m serious. As bad as it sounds you’re all I thought about the rest of the night and I think right before I fell asleep I prayed to see you again."
"And then the next day you came in the diner?” You pose. He nods,
“Yeah… I… dunno if you believe in fate but after that, I do.” He murmurs. You hum,
“I do, yeah."
Silence reverberates between the two of you and once the sun has mostly set, Tom stands, drying himself, and you off and collecting your personal effects from the deck before he’s taking your hand and leading you inside. He puts both phones on their chargers before he’s tossing the towels in the hamper and turning to you, dragging you into his arms. He hums as his fingers slip around the ties of your bikini and he backs you into the bathroom. You giggle, looping your arms around his neck,
"So what… is this like a multiple rounds kind of day? Are you imposing I fuck you again?” You ask. He chuckles,
“I mean… it wouldn’t be so bad to be inside you again. We are in paradise and you’re… just as stunning as the beach. Besides… you look better with no clothes.” He explains, finally pulling the knot loose. You giggle, letting him pull your bikini top over your head,
“Beautiful.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss your chest. You giggle, tipping your head back as his chest presses to yours, his arms bound tight around you. He slips his hands inside of your bikini bottoms, holding your ass in his hands for a few moments before he’s sliding the material from your hips as his lips cover yours. His tongue slips into your mouth after a moment before your phone dings on the beside table in the bedroom. Tom growls, trailing kisses down your neck,
“You better fucking ignore that until I’m done with you."
"That could take years.” You joke. He nips at the skin, drawing a squeal from you. You giggle, holding his shoulders as he reaches behind him and turns the water on. He draws back for just a moment, stripping from his swim trunks. You glance over your shoulder as your phone dings again,
“Y/N…”
“Hey… it could be important."
"It isn’t. Leave it alone and join me in the shower.” He warns. You giggle,
“I will. Let me just make sure it isn’t important and I’ll be right there.” Sighing, he climbs in the shower and immediately grabs his soap, lathering it over himself,
“You’re really going to miss this… for that goddamn phone?” He threatens. You lick your lips,
“One quick peek, I promise.” You hear him growl as you hurry back into the bedroom, picking up the phone and finding texts from Sahid. The first one alone is enough to stop your heart. But the ones that follow draw tears to your eyes. You gasp for air, heading back into the bathroom once you’ve set the device down. You watch Tom for a moment longer, sudsy water running across his tan, toned torso before he’s opening an eye, catching sight of you,
“What’s the matter?” He asks. After another moment, he rinses the rest of his body off and comes to stand in the shower doorway, worry etched across his face at the tears in your eyes,
“Y/N/N, what’s wrong baby?” He asks again. You sniffle, nearing him. He collects you into his arms,
“The piece I did… of you in bed… Sahid has an offer for ten thousand.” You explain to him. He stares down at you, pulling your head into his chest after a moment as you hold his shoulders, tears mixing with the water that graces your face as he holds you close,
“Yoy have no idea how fucking proud of you I am.” He murmurs, pressing his lips into your shoulder. Drawing back, you stare up at him for a moment,
“I just… don’t get it. It’s not that good."
"Are you kidding me? It’s fucking amazing.” He tells you. Sniffling again, Tom holds your hips, “I told you, I don’t know anyone who does better art. Your stuff is fucking amazing babe. Especially that one. It’s me love.” You giggle through tears, pulling away from him for a moment,
“Stop.”
“No, I won’t. You’re amazing and you don’t seem to understand that.” He tells you, reaching up to cradle your face in his hands, “I’ve told you before how blessed the people around you are because of your presence alone. You are fucking spectacular and I know your brothers and your mum and your nephew and your best friend know it and I want you to stop doubting yourself. You’re an amazing fucking artist and an amazing girlfriend, and I love you. And you deserve more than ten thousand for your art. I can guarantee you that.” He assures, his own tears clouding his eyes as more of your own slip down your cheeks.
You wrap your arms around him, listening to his heartbeat when you press your cheek over his chest. You sigh, closing your eyes,
“I will never… ever deserve you.” You tell him. Drawing your eyes up to his with his fingers under your chin, he kisses you softly,
“You, darling, deserve more than this world.” He tells you. You sniffle,
“I don’t deserve you.” Leaning in, he kisses you soundly,
“You’re right… I’m not good enough for you.” He implies. Laughing softly into his chest, you hum,
“We will never agree will we?” You ask him. His chest rumbles,
“No… probably not. You think too highly of me."
"And you think too low of yourself. You’re the best decision I ever made.” You tell him, glancing up again. He smiles,
“I guess I am a ten thousand dollar decision huh?” He poses. You nod, pressing your lips into his chest,
“Always.” Smiling, he rubs your shoulders,
“I’ll always support you. You know that right?” He poses. You nod, “if you wanna keep it or argue for higher or lower, it doesn’t matter to me, I’ll support whatever decision you make.” He assures. You nod, closing your eyes and resting against his chest again,
“I know and that’s why I love you.” You tell him. He hums,
“And I love you. Always, my little artist.” He teases. You giggle, kissing him again, before you’re sighing and reaching for the soap, lathering yourself up to try and distract from the life-changing decision you need to make.
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
