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Loving you is a losing game | Harrison Osterfield

Category: angst

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader

Summary: It's tough loving someone who doesn't do the same.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: heartbreak, cheating

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It was a mistake. That’s all it was and ever would be. It was never supposed to happen. Neither of you ever thought the other would betray them like that. But here you were, sitting on the living room couch in silence waiting until your boyfriend would come downstairs.

When you heard the toilet flushing, you knew it was the moment you had to end it. One way or another, your relationship would be built on lies and neither of you deserved that. At least, that’s what you has decided. It was enough. You heard him coming down the stairs and your heartbeat picked up. Your palms began to feel sweaty and you were sure you were about to have a panic attack. When he came in and saw you already crying, he knew.

‘Harrison, we need to talk about what happened last night,’ you said as calmly as you could. He sat down in the chair opposite of the couch and looked you right in the eyes.

‘I know. I’m so-’ he started, but you cut him off.

‘I’m sure you are. That’s why you probably did it in the first place, didn’t you?’ You felt yourself get angry, but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

‘Actually, don’t answer that..’

The two of you fell silent. Neither of you dared to speak, but you had to speak up for yourself and tell him how much damage he’d done to you.

‘Do you regret it?’ you asked him. You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it. Was it painful? Incredibly. Were you hoping he would come to his senses and come back to you? More than you’d like.

He kept his head low and stayed silent. He was ashamed. He knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself.

‘Hi love! Long time no see,’ Tom said as he kissed your cheek and engulfed you in a hug. You stepped inside the large house you adored so much and waved at the Hollands sitting on the couch.

‘Yeah, it’s been way too long, Tommy. Maybe if you’d work less we would see each other more,’ you joked, poking him in the ribs.

‘I know, I know.. Harrison’s in the kitchen getting drinks,’ he winked. You hung up your coat of the hanger and were headed towards the kitchen when Harry lifted you up in the air.

‘Harriet, I told you to stop doing that!’ you shrieked. He laughed loudly and set you down again.

‘Only if you stop calling me Harriet.’ You looked at him and snorted.

‘You wish, Holland.’

The two of you chatted a little before he left back to the couch and you went into the kitchen. You looked around, but didn’t see anyone. You frowned and returned back to the living room where everyone was sitting. The Hollands had invited you two for their infamous game nights. You’ve all been friends since the very beginning and you always felt right at home with them.

‘No Harrison?’ Sam asked and you shook your head while you took a sip of your wine. ‘Probably went to the bathroom,’ you shrugged. The first game was about to start when you went looking for Harrison again. You lifted yourself off the couch and went to check in the bathroom. No Harrison. The kitchen again. No Harrison. When you went to return to the living room, you dropped the glass of wine you were holding and tears filled your eyes. The glass shattered everywhere, the liquid already staining the carpet. Harrison stood in the garden with a brunette hanging on his lips. He didn’t seem to hear the glass falling as the two continued their intimate kiss.

The room fell silent and you did your best to pick up the glass, but you couldn’t see the pieces. You heard someone asking you if you were okay, but the only thing you heard was the blood rushing through your veins. A sudden sharpness in the palm in your hand brought you back to your senses. A piece of glass had buried itself into the palm of your hand and the white wine soon turned into red as the blood mixed itself with the previously white beverage.

‘Oh darling, you’ve cut yourself. Come on, the boys will clean this up. Let’s take care of you now, okay?’ Nikki softly asked you while Sam handed her a towel. You weakly nodded and followed her into the bathroom.

‘I-I found Harrison,’ was the only thing you could whisper. She tended your wound and soon enough your hand was covered in bandages. She led you back to the living room where everything was cleaned up.

‘I’m sorry. I’ll get you a new glass.’

‘Oh, darling, you don’t have to. It was an accident,’ Nikki told you. You were trying your hardest not to cry, but when Harrison entered with who used to be your best friend, you couldn’t help yourself.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t feel very good. Thank you for the invite. I’m, uh.. I’m going to go,’ you rushed. You gave them all a quick smile and ran out the door. Luckily for you, you didn’t live far away. You buried yourself under the sheets in the guest room and let yourself cry. A few hours later you heard Harrison coming through the door.

‘I never stood a chance, did I?’ you asked him. He stayed silent. ‘The least you could do and look me in the eye after what you did. I deserve that much respect and I deserve an answer.’ Your voice cracked and you let out a sob. He looked up from his hands.

‘I’m sorry.’ Was all he said. You scoffed and stood up. You’d had enough.

‘I’m leaving, Harrison. And when I come back, I want your shit gone.’

** 3 months later **

You were out with Harry and Sam, as you often did, when you heard your name being called.

‘You didn’t tell me he was coming,’ you told the two, who didn’t seem to know about his presence either. They stayed with you to make sure you were okay.

‘Do you have anything useful to say or are you just here to rub salt in the wound?’ you asked him, trying not to let your tough-girl guard down.

‘I-I don’t know what I’m doing here to be honest.. I wasn’t trying to find you and to hurt you. I just want you to know that it wasn’t you. It never was and never will be. You’re amazing and caring and wonderful and any guy would be lucky to have you. You’re everything that I don’t deserve. I just thought you should know that,’ he told you. ‘I still remember the way you taste.’

‘Thank you, Harrison. I’m sure there’s a girl for you out there, but it’s not me.’ You stepped towards him and placed a kiss on his cheek. ‘I’ll always love you, H.’

You smiled softly at him, turned around and left him behind. Just like he’d left you.

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Fit Together | Harry Holland

Category: fluff

Pairing: Harry Holland x GN!reader

Summary: You’re a perfect fit together and you love each other.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

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Harry and you had been seeing each other since a few months and it was safe to say you were close to being a couple, but you hadn’t had the ‘what-are-we’ talk yet. You’d met through a mutual friend. She had introduced the two of you at one of her art expositions where Harry was asked to take pictures and make an after movie for the whole event. You were mainly there for moral support, but you had offered to take care of the drinks, snacks and small talk with new guests. The two of you immediately hit off. You had the same sense of humor, he was an extreme gentleman and he seemed genuinely interested in who you were – something your past dates lacked. Harry found you sweet, adorable even, caring and real. He found you refreshing.

The two of you did talk about going further with your relationship, so here you were in the car with Harry on a family trip with the Hollands. His mum had invited you to come along, which Harry was a little doubtful about. You hadn’t talked about meeting the family yet, let alone his mother inviting you without him knowing. It took a lot to convince Harry, but deep down he wanted nothing more than to take you with him on family trips. Quite frankly, you were shitting bricks. It was only a few hours drive, but with each passing minute you became more nervous.

‘I told you they’re going to love you, right?’ he interrupted your train of thoughts of self-doubt.

‘I know you did, Baz, but I’m meeting them for the first time. It’s always a big thing, y’know. What if I fall flat on my face or swear in a situation I’m not supposed to?’ you rambled. It was one of the things Harry adored about you. Whenever you got into your head, you kept rambling until everything you worried about had left your head. He didn’t have to say or do anything, but you always knew he was listening. When he giggled, you raised your eyebrows and turned to him.

‘Hey, you’re supposed to tell me everything will be okay, you dick!’

‘I’m sorry love, but you know everything will be okay. That’s never happened to you before, so why should it now?’ he spoke, turning his head to look at you for a few seconds before turning it to the road again. You sighed, knowing he was right. ‘I know you’re nervous, I would be too. But I promise you with everything I have, they’ll love you and you’ll fit right in’

‘If you’re lying I will sign the divorce papers as soon as we get home.’ He burst out laughing and shook his head with a smile on his face.

‘You’re an idiot, you know that?’

‘Don’t test me, Holland.

When you arrived at the house, Nikki was the first to great you with a bear hug. It instantly calmed your nerves and you glanced at Harry who was already smiling brightly.

‘I told you,’ he whispered in your ear, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head. Dom was next at greeting you, claiming you were the hero who finally settled down the last of the Holland brothers. After you settled in the house, his brothers were next. They welcomed you with open arms, especially Harry’s other half Sam.

You spent the day paying games, getting to know each other and enjoying each other’s company. After dinner you settled down on the lounge sets outside, the bonfire cracking softly as you cuddled up against its warmth. Harry had disappeared inside, taking Paddy with him, so you were now sat down by yourself. You heard footsteps approach so you turned around and saw Sam heading your way with two mugs. Raising one, he asked if you wanted some tea.

‘That’d be lovely, thank you Sam,’ you replied, moving your blanket away so he could sit down next to you. You sipped the tea and fell into a comfortable silence.

‘Haven’t seen him this happy in ages,’ he spoke suddenly. You halted your movements and turned to him, mouth agape. ‘Yeah, he’s not really been himself for a while, I guess. Been more closed off than usual. I was honestly starting to get a little worried,’ he sipped his tea, ‘but now you’re here. It’s like he’s found himself again and he’s happy. Content.’

‘That’s the biggest compliment you can give, but he did that himself Sam. He’s the one who let me in. It means a lot to me that he’s comfortable around me. I’m incredibly grateful for everything he has done for me, so I’ll forever try to be the same for him as he’s for me,’ you said.

‘That’s the thing. It’s like you two don’t even have to try. That’s just how you work and who you are. It’s giving each other space when you need it, listening whenever you feel the other needs it, never questioning anything. You’re a great pair. He really loves you, I can tell.’

Another moment of silence fell over the two of you. His words sunk in and you tried your best to hold back your tears.

‘Thank you, Sam. That really means a lot,’ you whispered and he softly smiled at you.

‘Well, I best get going before the evil twin arrives. I’m knackered, so I’m heading to bed. Goodnight, (Y/N).’

You waved at him, ‘Night, Sam.’

As Sam stepped back into the house, the other twin stepped out, glancing between you and Sam. He caught your soft smile that told him everything was okay. He quickly sat down next to you, wrapping you in his arms and placing the blanket over the two of you.

‘I really like it here, Baz,’ you whispered, ‘I love your family.’

‘Good thing you’re part of the family now, then,’ he replied in an equally soft tone. You noticed how his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and you leaned in to place a kiss on his chapped lips. He inhaled sharply and reminded himself to lock this memory forever. After Sam had left, you placed your cup of tea on the table so you held his cheeks and pulled him impossibly closer. When he pulled away, he looked deeply in your eyes.

‘I love you, Baz. Everything that you are or will be. You make me feel whole and loved and I can’t spend another moment without you. You make my heart burst with happiness whenever I get to see you or when you call right when I need you. I love how we fit together. I love you so much it kills me,’ you spoke. Not once did his eyes leave yours.

‘Fucking hell, (Y/N). You’re going to make me cry in front of my parents,’ he sniffed, wiping his eyes. ‘I love you so much too. You’re the one for me. Please don’t ever leave me.’

‘I wouldn’t dream of it, Holland.’

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Tysm for making hidden desires !! The request was mine 🙂 Ily ❤️

Thank you for requesting, my love! I’m glad you like it 🤍

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Hey! Can I request a Tom Holland x reader fic where the reader is cast as Tom's love interest ( not Spider-Man but ZENDAYA is also cast ) and they play love interest and Tom's mean to her on set but she's not and no one understands why he's like that and one day there is crying and smut ??

Angst -> smut -> fluff

Thanks!!

Hidden desires | Tom Holland

Category: angst, smut, fluff

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, yelling, smut, haven't checked for typos whoops

I kind of added a bit of fluff before the smut, so it made more sense. I hope you like it, enjoy!

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You didn't know why or how, but for some reason your new co-star had the absolute piss on you. It basically started on the day you met. Having acted in only one big film, you were still new to the industry and had trouble finding your way around. Meaning you didn't know who to talk to when there was a problem or if you just wanted to talk to someone during takes. Knowing your co-stars consisted of Tom Holland and Zendaya didn't exactly lower your anxiety either, but you tried your hardest to fit in. Both Zendaya and Tom obviously knew each other and some of the crew members they worked with on previous films, so it felt even more like an outsider coming in. It felt even more lonely when you were all alone when you moved for this film, so none of your friends and family were even remotely close to the place you were shooting. Walking on set made you still a little uncomfortable, not knowing how this day would play out. It felt like you were being stared at.

The first thing you always did when arriving on set was greet everyone. You passed the foodtrucks, wardrobe, make-up, design, directors and your other co-stars before arriving at your trailer. You always made sure to be an hour early before you even had to be on set to make sure you didn’t skip anyone. Nearly everyone always greeted you with a smile and small talk, except for Tom. Just like yesterday, when you reached your trailer. The door of Tom’s trailer was opened, which meant people were allowed to walk in, have a chat or just chill on his couch. Just to be sure, you knocked on the door.

‘Hey Harry, how are you?’ you asked the curly haired boy. He was playing on his phone, but when he heard the knock he looked up from his phone and a smile appeared on his face.

‘Hi (Y/N), I’m good, how are you?’ he asked. He waved for you to come in, but you respectfully stayed outside.

‘I’m okay, thank you. Is Tom here yet?’ you asked him. It was usual business for Harry to be a little early compared to Tom, as he was his assistant on set.

‘Yeah, should be right outside,’ he answered, but his smile fell when he saw you frown, ‘Are you sure you’re alright?’

‘I’m fine, really. I just..’ you sighed, ‘Has Tom ever said to you what I did to piss him off so much? He’s always so on edge, sometimes even rude, but that doesn’t sound like him.. At least when I hear you talking he’s never like that.’

‘I’m sorry (Y/N), I don’t know. I’ll ask him when he’s here,’ he nodded.

‘It’s okay, you have nothing to be sorry for. I have to go, but tell him I said hi?’ you asked. The ginger nodded, a pained smile stretched on his face. You waved at him and stepped in your trailer. As soon as the door closed you let out a big breath you didn’t know you were holding and wiped your face. If even his brother didn’t know what was going on, how could you know?

‘What is your fucking problem, mate?’ Harry groaned as soon as he heard your trailer door close.

The elder Holland brother came out of his hiding place by opening the bathroom door, looking all innocent.

‘What are you talking about?’ he asked. He knew exactly what he did and why his brother was so angry at him, rightfully so, but he couldn’t put it into words so he just pretended not to know.

‘You’ve literally been an ass to her since the day you met. Don’t pretend not to know, because as soon as you heard her voice you jumped in the bathroom. So again, what is your fucking problem?’

If only he knew himself.

‘You know we have to go to that dinner now, don’t you, love?’ he said, wrapping his arms around you from the back. You looked at him through the mirror and leaned back into his touch, holding your hands over his.

‘I know babe. Can’t we just stay at home, have a nice dinner ourselves and have desert in bed?’ you asked, frowning while leading his hands to your chest. You saw him close his eyes, take a deep breath and slowly felt his soft kisses along your neck.

‘As much as I would love to be your desert, we can’t. Now, wear the pretty little dress I bought you and let’s go. We’ll be late.’ He flipped you around and you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

‘I love you, you know that right?’ he stated. You looked deeply in his eyes, desperately wanting to believe it, but you only saw the man he is and not the man he’s supposed to be.

‘I do. I love you too,’ you whispered. You closed the gap between you two and let yourself get swooped away in your secret fantasy. His lips were soft and gentle and he knew exactly what he was doing. You felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip and when you were about to open your mouth, the director yelled ‘Cut!’

Tom quickly stepped away and wiped his mouth. Was that him removing any trace of you on his lips or was it the lipgloss?

‘Great work guys. So we won’t be needing you anymore today. We’re just running a few scenes with the extra’s, so I guess we’ll see you tomorrow,’ the director nodded. You were still just comprehending what happened with Tom when Zendaya approached you.

‘You guys still on for tonight?’ she asked. Tom immediately nodded, while you just glanced between the two with a frown on your face.

‘Tonight? What’s tonight?’ you asked. You could see Zendaya send death glares to Tom in your peripheral vision before she turned back to you.

‘We’re going out for drinks tonight. I thought you knew, but apparently someone,’ she shoved Tom in his side, ‘forgot to invite everyone we agreed on.’

The fact that Tom now pretended not to know what she was talking, pissed you off to the bone. Your blood started boiling and you felt your hands begin to shake. You tried your hardest to keep your anger in, but when he just shrugged and turned to leave you pulled him back.

‘Listen Tom, I don’t know what the fuck it is I did, but you have been a complete and total asshole to me since the day we met. I’ve tried so hard to just keep it in, because maybe you were just having a bad day or a bad week or I don’t know,’ you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air, ‘I don’t like to judge people on first impressions, but apparently that doesn’t go for you. I’ve tried my hardest to fit in, but you slam me down every single time. It’s not fair, Tom. Not when I’ve never done anything to make you feel that way.’

When you finished, your heart was racing and your breathing was shuddering. Zendaya stepped towards you and took one of your hands in hers. When you felt a warm hand on your cheek wiping something away, you snapped out of your daze and turned to her. The tears that flooded down your cheeks were, until now, unnoticed by you. You could feel the stares on your back and you had to get away. Pulling yourself away from Zendaya, you excused yourself and ran back to your trailer. The door slammed behind you and you suddenly felt all energy leave your body. Acting okay about all of this had definitely taken a toll on you, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it. You could already see the headlines in the tabloids:

Young star (Y/N) (Y/L/N) already breaking under the pressure of Hollywood!

Your publicist was probably already fuming and you were expecting her phone call any minute now. Not to mention Tom’s publicist.

The door of your trailer opened with a squeak and you groaned when you saw who entered your safe haven.

‘Fuck off, Holland,’ you hissed. Not to be that cliché guy, but Tom suddenly felt horrible. Whenever he saw you on set, you were always so bubbly and bright. Always wanting to be welcoming to everyone you met, learning every name of every person on set, remembering little things about them. He didn’t even know you dared to swear.

‘Oh come on, (Y/N), I’m trying to be nice here,’ he groaned. You huffed, wiping your nose on your sweater.

‘You’re trying? Well, you’re failing. Get out and leave me be, you’ve done enough damage. I’m probably going to get into enough trouble as it is when all I’ve done is stand up for myself and all you have to do is act like you’re the fucking victim and you’re Hollywood’s Golden Boy. Now, I will not ask again. Kindly take your ass out of my trailer before you arrive with a black eye on set tomorrow,’ you seethed.

Tom didn’t know what he was witnessing. Even you didn’t recognize yourself. Tom let your words sink in. He knew he was being unreasonably mean to you, but he hadn’t realized how deep your anger was. Your hands started to shake and you had to sit down on the floor before you lost your balance. Tom immediately sprung into action and kneeled down next to you, taking you in his arms and putting pressure around your ribs.

‘Deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths for me,’ he whispered in your ear. You were still incredibly pissed at him, but right at this moment you were also grateful. The nickname that slipped from his lips went by unnoticed by both of you. The beating in your chest slowed down and slowly you came back to earth.

‘Th-thank you Tom.’

He unwrapped himself from your now steady form and nodded. A somewhat comfortable silence fell over you and you just sat on the floor of your trailer, staring at the other wall.

‘Can I ask you something, Tom?’ you asked. Your tone was soft, voice raw from your screaming match.

‘Sure.’

‘I was serious before.. What did I do to you? No need to hold back.. I just need you to tell me what I did so I can do better or-‘ you started, but Tom cut you off.

‘Please don’t finish that sentence, love. There’s nothing you did wrong. I, uhm, I still don’t really know why I did what I did. I’m so sorry for all the shit I put you through. I know you think I don’t care about you, but I tried to get to know you as much as I could and then Harry and Z wouldn’t talk to me about you anymore,’ he mumbled, ‘The point is, I know you’re having a hard time adjusting to everything. I did too, but the difference between you and me is that I had my family and friends around me. You don’t and I’ll forever hate myself for making you feel so lonely. That’s a horrible feeling, so-‘ Now it was your turn to interrupt him.

‘Tom?’ you asked. He turned his head to you, eyebrows raised.

‘Yes?’

‘Shut up,’ you whispered. Just like before, you closed the gap between him and you and smashed your lips on his. Within a second he responded by taking the lead and holding you close with the hand on the back of your neck. Your lips moved passionately and you finally felt the moment of release you both had, unknowingly, been longing for.

‘Bed,’ he groaned. You nodded, standing up and practically running to the bed in your trailer. He followed suit and before the door could close, he had you pushed against the bed. His hands followed the curves of your body and ended on your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze and making you moan against his lips.

‘You keep making those sweet noises and I won’t last long, princess,’ he groaned. The warmth of his lips left a trail from your neck to your chest. He looked up at you through his eyelashes and you nodded, giving him permission to continue his movements. He lifted your shirt with one hand while the other removed your bra. His lips soon touched your skin again, leaving sweet bites and kisses along your breasts before his tongue swirled around your nipple. Your breathing hitched and out of reflex your hands shot up to his head, fingers curling in his curls.

‘T-Tom, please. I need you, we’ll do this another time.’

‘Whatever you wish, princess.’

You pulled him up to your lips again, your tongues dancing around each other while you both struggled to get out of your clothes.

‘Condom?’ he panted.

‘Left drawer,’ you gasped. He quickly got rid of the plastic and covered himself before he positioned himself in front of you. ‘Ready, darling?’

‘You give me one more nickname and I’ll come right here, right now,’ you hissed. A smirk covered his lips. ‘In that case, keep making those noises and I’ll be gone just as quickly.’

He slowly entered you, giving you time to adjust to his size before he bottomed out completely. The room was filled with moans as he started to move and soon you were a shaking mess. His mouth found yours again and he picked up his pace.

‘Fuck, Tom.. I’m close,’ you panted. One of his hands moved down and found your bundle of nerves and you nearly screamed out in pleasure.

‘Come for me, pretty girl. I’m right behind you.’

The tight feeling in your lower stomach grew and soon you were pushed over the edge. Arching your back, you felt Tom bottom you out one last time before he came in the condom. He fell on top of you, both of you a panting mess. The warm feeling soon turned cold as Tom pulled out of you and discarded the condom in the bathroom. He returned with a warm towel and cleaned you up before laying down beside you.

‘I’m sorry for everything, love,’ he whispered.

‘You don’t regret this, do you?’ You felt him sit up and lean on his elbow, hand tucked under his hand.

‘Of course I don’t. I meant for hurting you before. I guess I was too scared to tell you how I felt.’

‘And how do you feel, Mr. Holland?’ you teased, a small smile laying on your lips. Your smile was so contagious, he found himself smiling soon after.

‘I feel very passionately about you, Ms. (Y/N). And I would be honored if you would join me for dinner tonight.’ He suddenly became very shy and tried to distract himself by playing with your hair.

‘What about drinks with Harry and Z?’ you asked, feeling bad about leaving them hanging.

‘We’ll reschedule. I have a feeling they won’t mind.’ He smiled at you.

‘In that case, I’d love to join you for dinner.’

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Breakfast disaster | Tom Holland

Category: fluff

Pairing: Tom Holland x GN!reader

Summary: Tom tries to make breakfast. Keyword: tries.

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: none

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The bright light and warmth of the sunshine woke you up. Taking a deep breath, you pushed your face back in the pillows while one of your arms found their way to the spot where Tom laid next to you. However, your arm found an empty spot and a cold pillow. As a light sleeper, you usually heard of felt him leave the bed, but you hadn’t noticed anything this morning. It wasn’t like Tom to get up before you, especially after being away from home for so long. The mornings after he came back usually consisted of you two staying in bed until noon, cuddling and chatting about everything and anything. You glanced around the room and found his joggers, socks and shirt missing.

‘Tommy?’ you groggily called out. There was no reply. You frowned and pouted, not wanting to leave the warmth of your bed but also not wanting to be without Tom. You loudly groaned, pushing the covers away and quickly throwing on a jumper and some loose pants. After finishing up in the bathroom, you rubbed the sleepiness out of your eyes. You decided not to bother with any make-up as it was your day off. Lazy mornings with Tom were better than anything else in the world. If you could find him, that is.

You descended down the stairs where you were suddenly met with a burning smell. You rushed to the kitchen, pulling the fire blanket off the wall and taking it with you. Arriving in the kitchen, you came to a halt. The man you were supposed to be waking up next to was screeching next to a burning pan. Quickly intervening, you threw the blanket over the burning pan and turned off the stove.

‘Quick question, how would you say this whole thing went down, Gordon Ramsay? I’d say it was a success,’ you asked him. Turning you head to him, his face was still contorted in shock and panic. You couldn’t contain your giggles as he licked his lips and slowly turned to you.

‘I tried to make you breakfast, but then I got a call and I turned around for just a minute..’ he trailed off.

‘And then you almost burned the house down,’ you concluded. He sheepishly smiled and nodded.

‘It’s okay, bubba. I think it’s time for a new kitchen, anyway,’ you joked, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms quickly made their way to your waist and pulled you close to him. His smile widened and he couldn’t contain his laughter anymore. You joined in and soon you were gasping for air.

‘You’re such a div,’ you whispered. One of his arms lifted and he placed a hand on your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek as his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips.

‘I wanted to do something special for my girl.’ Your heart fluttered at the nickname and you felt yourself blush. ‘You’ve been working so hard while I was away, I know it hasn’t been easy for you. Wanted to make you feel special and loved.’

His genuine tone, the soft look in his eyes and the fact he was finally home again made the tears well up in your eyes. He saw the emotion in your eyes and leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You felt a tear roll down your cheek and apparently Tom did too as he pulled back and wiped the tear away.

‘You always do, Tom. I always feel loved when I’m with you. You don’t have to do or give me anything. Just being here is more than enough,’ you whispered. The burned breakfast was already forgotten as you two shared such an emotional and intimate moment together.

‘I love you, sunshine,’ he whispered and you replied, ‘I love you too, bub.’

The hand on your cheek moved to the base of your neck and he pulled you closer until your lips touched again. This time the kiss was more passionate than before, your lips moving faster and both of you wanting more. You pulled away for a second.

‘I haven’t showered yet. Wanna order breakfast and join me in the shower?’ you asked him, tracing his lip with your thumb. He softly kissed your thumb and a small smile appeared. That was all the confirmation you needed. ‘I’ll be upstairs. I’ll get whatever you get.’ You pecked his lips again before turning around and walking out of the kitchen. You giggled before you turned around one last time, a smile adorning your lips.

‘Oh, and please for the love of God, Tom, take some cooking lessons from Sam. I don’t need you burning the house down again when I’m not here to save the day.’

‘Hey!’

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