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petersasteria · 5 months

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You're Losing Me - T.C.

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader Warning/s: angsty Words: 4,155 Note: I was inspired to write my first ever timmy fic bc of @meetmyothersouls! <3

Flashing lights of the cameras and photographers calling out your name echoed the red carpet as soon as you stepped out of the limousine. You smiled brightly, excited to be attending your first red carpet event. You’re an actress that was given her big break last year and now you’re at the premier of your first ever movie starring Tom Holland and yourself. It was fun working with Tom Holland and you’ve grown closer as filming progressed. You can finally say that he’s now one of your best friends along with his girlfriend, Zendaya.

The whole time at the movie premier itself was a blur. You treasured your first ever movie, but you were way more excited for the after party. You couldn’t wait to meet new people and make new friends while you party all night.

You quickly got changed after the premiere and went straight to the after party venue. There, you saw him. Timothée Chalamet. You’ve obviously never met him before, but you always wished to be even in the same room as him and there he was, talking to Tom and Zendaya.

Tom glanced your way and motioned you to come over. “There’s Y/N!” Tom smiled.

Timothée looked in your direction and you could’ve melted right then and there. He was so magnetic. You were so drawn to him that everything began to move in slow motion. He gave you a warm smile and when you were finally with the group, he offered his hand for you to shake and simply said, “I’m Timothée. It’s nice to finally meet you!”

You shook his hand and blushed a little, “I’m Y/N, and it’s nice to meet you too! I’m a huge fan of yours.”

“Really? Because, I’m a fan of yours too. The way you portray your character is amazing and it feels real, if that makes sense. There’s no doubt that you’re very talented and I’m excited to see more of your work!” Timothée said.

“T, you don’t need to be so formal around her.” Zendaya chuckled.

“Oh, that’s alright! It’s actually pretty cute.” You giggled. Tom and Zendaya looked at each other with a knowing smile before looking back at both of you.

“Z and I will get drinks for us four. We’ll be back.” Tom said as he winked at you. You found it weird, but you shrugged it off.

“So…” you started. Timothée looked at you and asked, “Are you nervous? I don’t know, I just feel that vibe from you right now.”

“Yeah, I kind of am.” You admitted with a laugh. You sighed in relief after getting that off of your chest. Timothée laughed and said, “What are you nervous about?”

“Honestly? Seeing you made me nervous. You’re just so great and being able to stand next to you is already such an honor. You’re, like, my celebrity crush.” You told him. It surprised you how casual you were in saying all that. He was surprised to know that he was your celebrity crush.

When the after party ended, he followed you back on Instagram and asked for your number. From then on you’ve been texting non-stop. You started becoming friends and Tom was really happy for you. Turns out, he and Zendaya have been wanting to set you up with Timothée for a long time and they seized the opportunity when they found out he was invited to attend the after party.

After a year of being friends, he asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course, you said yes despite hearing many people tell you that he’s sort of a playboy. You didn’t care because the only thing that mattered was you and him. Immediately, headlines about your new relationship began to emerge. He was your first serious boyfriend and in the headlines, you were just another one of his girlfriends. It hurt that people saw you that way, but Timothée reassured you that he loves you and he’s serious about you too.

The first year of your relationship with Timothée was the best. He took you to Paris and gave you a promise ring. “I know it’s not an engagement ring and I know how much you want to get married, but I just want to give you this ring as a promise that I’ll replace it with an engagement ring someday.” He said as he blushed. His nose was pink because of the cold and he slipped the ring on your finger before giving your hand a kiss. You smiled at him and gave him a huge hug. “I can’t wait!” You exclaimed happily. You truly loved him with all your heart. You felt nothing but utter bliss.

Along with the first year of your relationship came some small struggles. Timothée got busier with movie projects left and right and you were struggling a bit in handling your new fame. You were lucky that Timothée was there for you to help you. You attended all of his movie premieres and he attended all of your important events too. Everyone loved both of you and even called you “couple goals”. You were supportive of each other and his fans were thankful for you for posting pictures of him often. Both of your fan bases grew from there. Despite the growing popularity, you and Timothée started a tradition. You and him decided that every Friday night would be your “indoor-catch up-dinner date”. You loved every second of it.

The second year of your relationship your acting started to boom. Soon, your name was as big as Timothée’s. Seeing as your relationship was very public, many directors always cast you and Timothée alongside each other for a more real chemistry on and off screen. Your Instagram was soon full of behind the scenes photos of you and Timothée. The fans absolutely loved it. This continued on until the fourth year of your relationship. Because of the money you both earned, both of you decided to buy a house together to move into. It was you and him against the world.

Timothée entered one of the rooms and was in awe. It was empty, but the light that shone through the window made the room more beautiful. It wasn’t the master’s bedroom, but it was special. Without thinking, Timothée looked at the realtor and said, “We’ll buy it!” You looked at him like he was crazy, “We didn’t see the other houses yet.”

“I know, but this room right here is too special to pass up. The light in here is just as gorgeous as you and y’know we could make this our game room or a date night room. We could slow dance in here or play cards or work. I’m just so excited to be spending some time with you here.” He said as he lovingly looked at you.

The fifth year of your relationship started being rocky. You never thought anything of it. Timothée did bring up the idea of not accepting projects that have something to do with you and him being together. “Oh, may I ask why?” You asked, wondering why he brought it up. “Y/N, I love you, but I miss being able to work with other people. I hope you don’t take it the wrong way. I loved working with you as a couple for, like, three years. We made over six movies together and I cherish every single one of them. I just want to work with someone now.” He confessed. It hurt hearing him say that, but you knew he was right. Both of you needed to grow as actors and for that to happen, you had to work with different people. You looked at him and gave him a small smile, “Alright. I understand.”

“Thank you.”

Soon, he was casted in a lot of movies with different people and you decided to widen your range. You walked on runways, you starred in commercials, you guested on podcasts, and you starred in music videos. You were always present when Timothée had a premiere, but he started lessening his public appearances with you at your events. Everyone didn’t seem to notice. Maybe because his projects were overshadowing yours or maybe because your important events didn’t seem as important as his. You didn’t mind, though. You just longed for him to be next to you.

In your sixth year, a video of Timothée went viral when an interviewer asked about you and his smile dropped a bit and said, “Y/N’s doing great. I’m happy for all her achievements. As much as I want to talk about her, I’d like to focus on the film please. That’s what we’re all here for, anyway.”

Meanwhile, a video compilation of you talking about Timothée went viral. Many fans noted how different you two are. Many say you didn’t deserve him. Others say that you’re too clingy for Timothée’s liking. You decided to post on your Instagram story, defending Timothée.

You defended him a lot more times after that.

You got nothing in return, though.

You stared at the promise ring on your finger during your seventh year and wondered when Timothée would propose. You were experiencing the seven year itch; it’s your make it or break it year as a couple. Many fans speculated a break up after seeing Timothée do nothing. You still defended him amidst all negativity. You posted him all the time and he only posted you once on your birthday. You were growing tired, but you faced every single day with a smile on your face, hoping to trick yourself into being your usual self.

Timothée started bailing on your Friday night dates, often choosing to party with his friends to celebrate something that didn’t concern you. You still cooked and made the whole place look nice, though. You didn’t know why. Maybe deep down you knew that your relationship is in shambles and that you needed to convince yourself that everything’s fine. You knew many people were questioning Timothée’s love for you and in an effort to save his reputation, you took a picture of all the food you prepared and posted it on Instagram with the caption: tim may be out with his friends now, but he made sure to cook these for me before leaving. thank you, my love.

You didn’t know what hurt you most: the fact that you did that or the fact that Timothée liked the post and commented “no problem. Anything for you. Enjoy.”

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Timothée arrived home when you were silently crying. You felt the bed dip down on his side and he whispered, “Thanks for the food. I’ll eat it tomorrow.”

You made it through another year. It’s your eighth year dating Timothée and he still hasn’t made his promise come true. However, you drowned yourself in your work. So much so, that you were even busier than Timothée now. Headlines were vile, though. Timothée was out of the country filming his new movie and you attended red carpets on your own. Many people compared your relationship with Tom and Zendaya. Many people attacked you for Timothée’s lack of presence.

“Y/N! It’s so great to see you. How do you feel that Timothée is not here with you on your special day? You’ve been nominated as Best Actress in your new film, but Timothée is nowhere to be found.” The interviewer asked.

“He’s out of the country filming for his new movie, actually! I’m extremely happy for him. He’s been truly blessed.” You smiled brightly at the interviewer despite feeling sick to your stomach as you had to put up an act in front of the interviewer.

“Well, I’m sure he would make time for you. Tom Holland always finds a way to support Zendaya on the red carpet all the time. Why can’t Timothée do the same?”

“Um,” You started. You feel so uncomfortable right now. “I don’t think you should compare my relationship with others because every relationship is different. Timothée supports me too in his own way. He’s a silent cheerleader, always has been and I accept him for it. Thank you.” You said before walking away. You wanted to cry.

After that, Timothée never even called or texted to ask if you were okay and how the event went. You entered the room you and Timothée loved and sat alone in the dark and cried. You were so tired of feeling this way, but you loved him with all your heart.

Your ninth year comes around and you find yourself glaring at Timothée almost always. You were just waiting for him to break up with you already so you could move on with your life. However, Timothée has been spending time with you a lot lately which made it hard for you to get mad at him. Even if what he’s doing is the bare minimum. He’s been taking you out on dates, he was bringing back the Friday night catch-ups, he’s posting you more on social media, and he even took a break from acting just to be with you on set. It gave the fans joy. It gave news outlets something to report about. Most of all, it gave you hope. Maybe the old him is finally back for good.

During your tenth year, a lot of people were confused. Everyone thought you’d be married with children by now. An interview of you and Timothée from ten years ago recently went viral. In the video, the interviewer asked you and Timothée where your relationship stands in ten years. Timothée, in the video, simply answered, “probably still together” with a small chuckle. You, on the other hand, excitedly said, “by then we’d most likely be married for about five years with two or three young children”. The fan who posted the short clip on Twitter captioned it with: it’s been ten years, but nothing happened at all i hope my parents are okay :((

Your body language has been on autopilot for a while now. In front of the cameras, you smiled brightly and laughed more, but if you looked closely, your eyes had no life. Your heart grew cold too. You were immune to any shenanigans Timothée has put you through. After years of not being in the same movie together, you and Timothée were casted as the main characters of a film by Greta Gerwig.

In the press conference, one interviewer asked you and Timothée about the video that went viral. “Yeah, we saw the video. I forgot about that to be honest.” Timothée chuckled as he looked at you with a small smile. You never looked back at him, though. You just stared at the interviewer and said, “I forgot about it too, but y’know when you’re working, you always don’t know that a few years have already gone by. One day, you’ll just realize ‘oh wow it’s been a long time!’. So, yeah.”

“Any plans on getting married soon? I mean, I think I speak for everyone when I say that everyone wants to see the Hollywood It Couple to finally tie the knot.” The interviewer added.

“I’m always ready for marriage. I think I’ve always been ready… no matter how tired I was. I think I’m just waiting to be asked.” You chuckled half-heartedly as you put down the mic on your lap and looked at Timothée, who was now looking at the interviewer. You looked at him with hope. You wanted him to defend you just once because you knew you looked like an idiot waiting for him. Thinking about it made you tear up, but you held your composure.

“You know, for me, marriage is just a piece of paper. I feel content with what I have now. Let’s see again in ten years.” Timothée joked, causing everyone to laugh with what he said going over everyone’s head. You nodded to yourself and looked away from him. You gave a big smile as everyone laughed. You were dying and he was laughing. How can he be so dense?

Vogue did a photo shoot with you and Timothée on your anniversary. They interviewed you too about having a long relationship. At that point, you were lying to yourself. Any body language expert would see that your eyes had no spark as it once had when you started dating him.

You were at the point in your relationship that you couldn’t feel him anymore. There’s only so much your heart could take. In your eleventh year, you found yourself sneaking out of your shared room to go to yours and Timothée’s favorite room. You would sit in the dark and cry at ungodly hours. You would sleep there too. Timothée never even looked for you. He just assumed you had work and left early. It happened a lot. Sometimes, when you walked out of the room, you’d smell something good coming from the kitchen. He was cooking breakfast.

“Oh, you’re here! You’re lucky I cooked a lot.” Timothée chuckled and set up a plate for you. He looked at you and it was evident that you’ve been crying. “Are you okay?” He asked.

Hearing that made you cry again. For the first time in a long time, he finally asked you that. Regardless, you nodded through your tears and wiped them away. “I’m alright. I was just reading a script that someone sent me and it just hit hard, I guess.” You answered with a teary-eyed smile before sitting down on your usual seat. You started eating the food he cooked as tears streamed down your face.

Your birthday came around and Zendaya threw you a surprise party at a club that you liked. Timothée wasn’t even there. He was working late on set. He probably forgot about your birthday. You didn’t care anymore. Your relationship is already in shambles anyway whether he knew it or not. When the party ended, it was raining hard outside. When you arrived home, there was no electricity due to the heavy rain. You didn’t go straight to your shared room with Timothée. Instead, you went to your favorite room and there was Timothée in the candle lit room with a small cake on the coffee table. He smiled at you and said, “Happy birthday, Y/N! I’m so sorry. I forgot, but I hope this makes up for it. I know it’s not perfect, but hey, today’s Friday catch-up. What a great way to celebrate your birthday, huh?”

You sat on the bean bag chair, stared at the cake, and looked at him. You were crying again. He frowned and knelt down in front of you, “What’s wrong? Do you not like the cake? We can get a new one tomorrow, I promise-”

“When are you going to stop with these promises, Timmy?” You said, your heart wrenching in pain. It was heavy, what you were feeling. You couldn’t handle it anymore.

“What do you mean? I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He said. He was lost.

“I know you don’t understand. You never did understand anything.” You cried. “It’s time to stop lying to ourselves. We haven’t been okay for so long and I feel sick to my stomach seeing you act as if we’re okay all day, everyday. I’m tired, T. I’m so tired.”

He looked at you; he really looked at you. It was then that he saw the bags under your eyes, the puffiness, the redness, and he saw the pain in your eyes take over the spark of joy. How could he be so blind? You were long gone.

“I’m tired of putting up a happy face in front of everyone. I’m tired of pretending that you’re happy for me. I’m tired of wondering how you can watch me walk the red carpets alone while you’re away in some country filming a movie. I’m tired of comparing and wishing for you to become more available to me. I’ve been supporting you since day one and you couldn’t even do the same for me.” You cried heavily.

“Is that how you really feel? I brag about you all the time to my friends whenever I see you strutting on the runway or walking on the red carpet with your castmates.” He said softly.

“That’s different, T.” You sighed heavily and stood up. “That’s different.”

“I wanted you there with me.” You sniffed.

“I am-”

“No! You’re not! You’re never here for me!” You shouted angrily as hot tears streamed down your face. “You left me to fight my own battles. You left me to fend for myself. You left me to defend you when many people said awful shit about you.”

“Who said I needed defending?” He asked, stubbornly. “No one did.”

“No one asked me to defend you, but I did it because I loved you! Don’t you get it?! I made sure to paint a good picture of you in front of everyone because I loved you!” You cried.

“I’m tired of pretending that I’m okay. I’m tired of hoping that the old Timothée I fell in love with will come back to me. I’m tired of asking myself when we’ll finally get married. I’m tired of defending you. I’m tired of proving to other people that we’re very much in love even though we haven’t had a picture in years.”

Timothée looked at you as tears streamed down his face. He was so blind to it all. He kept quiet as he listened to you.

“Prolonging this relationship is a huge mistake.” You confessed sadly. “I feel so sorry for myself because I look delusional, thinking you’ll back me up for once. Thinking maybe you’ll surprise me on the red carpet, but no. It’s always been your projects over mine.”

“Our friends are married and they have families now and I’m sick and tired of being left behind. I feel like I wasted years of my life just for this relationship to work, hoping every year that maybe things will change. I guess I never learned my lesson. I just wanted you to see me, but you never looked at me at all. I just wished you would look at me with the same passionate look you would give to the crowd. It’s hard to admit that you love them more than you love me.”

“The fucked up part is I can’t seem to hate you because I love you too much to do so. It breaks my own heart to decide not to be with you anymore.” You cried. “All these years waiting for you to just leave me is tiring. I’m leaving instead. My world revolved around you and it’s time that it stops.”

“I gave you a chance multiple times. You never did anything for me. You never said anything. You never lost anything. You never even risked one day of filming just to come see me. Your loyalty lies with your job and if it wasn’t clear to me before, it’s crystal clear for me now. I’m sorry for not being good enough.” You sobbed. You looked down at the promise ring sitting on your ring finger for the past ten years. You looked at him and walked towards him. You took off the ring, grabbed his hand and placed it on his palm. “Give it to the next girl you promise to marry. Just follow through with it this time.”

“Y/N, the only girl I want to marry is you.” Timothée cried. “I was going to propose tonight.”

Both of you sobbed as you looked at each other with very different emotions. You looked at him with tired eyes and in defeat. He looked at you with forlorn and hope; he hoped you would change his mind, but he knew deep down that you were tired of choosing him all the time. He knew you were going to choose yourself now.

“You’re so unfair, T. If you said that years ago, you knew I would’ve said yes even before you knelt down and showed me the ring. An engagement ring isn’t a band-aid for a broken mirror. If I said yes now, we’d still be broken; I’d still be broken while you’ll be out chasing the world as I’d chase after you.”

“I love you, Y/N.” Timothée cried. “I really do. I hope you know that.”

“I love you too and I’m afraid I always will, but I have to go.” You sighed heavily as you wiped your tears with your hands. Timothée pulled you in for a tight hug and you did the same.

News of your break up with Timothée was all over social media. You decided not to say anything. You were too tired of fending for your relationship on behalf of you and Timothée for years. It was his time to return the favor.

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thewriterg · 7 months

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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐆

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ༝༚ okie so did I exactly finish spooktober last year… no BUT I’m very hopeful this year and have experienced what works for me and what doesn’t so I’m 87% hopeful we can make it the full month っ◞‸◟ c anyway I’m doing the big three (fluff, angst, and smut) each category gets 10 days and FALL IS HERE WRITERS!

EVENT DURATION; oct. 1st - oct. 31st 2023

may include dark and triggering content ™ thewriterg

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LEVEL 1. (fluff)

DAY 01 ϟ costume participation (ghost x r x soap) DAY 02 ϟ a walk in the park (dallas winston x r) DAY 03 ϟ studying for exams (peter parker x r) DAY 04 ϟ baking festive foods (john price x r) DAY 05 ϟ pumpkin carving (pope h x r x jj maybank) DAY 06 ϟ record shopping (miles morales x r) DAY 07 ϟ pictures at a graveyard (stu x r x billy) DAY 08 ϟ saving a black cat (tate langdon x r) DAY 09 ϟ pumkin spice (tony stark x r) DAY 10 ϟ house decor (luke danes x r)

LEVEL 2. (angst)

DAY 11 ϟ relationship problems (loki x r x thor) DAY 12 ϟ saving them (johnny cage x r x kenshi) DAY 13 ϟ villian and a hero (steve rodgers x r) DAY 14 ϟ household problems (simon riley x r) DAY 15 ϟ jealousy (johnny castle x r) DAY 16 ϟ abandonment (konig x r) DAY 17 ϟ toxic relationship (peter parker x r) DAY 18 ϟ dilf problems (simon riley x r) DAY 19 ϟ comfort (dad!simon x daughter!r) DAY 20 ϟ the one left behind (neytiri x r jake sully)

LEVEL 3. (smut)

DAY 21 ϟ spanking (tom holland x r) DAY 22 ϟ sex pollen (miguel o’hara x r) DAY 23 ϟ stubborn 2 admit (sub!character x dom!r) DAY 24 ϟ somnophilia (leon kennedy x r) DAY 25 ϟ angsty sex (jj maybank x r) DAY 26 ϟ DAY 27 ϟ DAY 28 ϟ DAY 29 ϟ DAY 30 ϟ

FINAL LEVEL.

DAY 31 ϟ

#🦇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑;𝐆 #spooktober #kinktober #angstober #flufftober #october #fall season #fem!reader #gn!reader #male!reader #fluff #angst #smut #romance #2023 #i love you #thewriterg

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kamaluhkhan · 1 year

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if it's real, if it's sweet

pairing: shuri x fem!reader

summary: you and shuri are pretty much living in domestic bliss, until a double date leads to a revelation about your relationship. your reconciliation involves you fucking shuri like no other girl has before and giving shuri the best orgasm(s) of her life (and vice versa). let's just say....the two of you live happily ever after <3

warnings: fluff, angst (reader and shuri have an argument), and smut!! mostly sub!shuri, oral (reader and shuri receiving), spitting, squirting, strap-on, tribbing...enjoy :)

song inspo: "cherry" by FLETCHER and hayley kiyoko

a/n: hello! this fic is kind of a part 2 of my first fic i'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain) but not much context is needed. there is a lot of plot and smut is mostly at the end. this is set between endgame and wakanda forever. i might do a part 3 that would be very angsty, so stay tuned. also if you're wondering my fancast for harry osborn it's jonathan daviss and for peter parker it's nico hiraga (sorry tom holland!)

"fuck, shuri," you moaned as her tongue touched your folds. "we don't have time for this...."

you had class in an hour and shuri had to get to work, but the combination of the hot water hitting your skin and shuri's tongue in your cunt was something you did not want to give up just yet - even if you didn't want to admit it.

"usana," shuri scolded, looking up at you innocently, as if she wasn't the one who decided to push you against the shower wall and get on her knees in front of you. "it was your idea to shower together this morning."

"well, sorry for wanting to save water," you breathed, your grip tightening on her curls. "the planet is dying."

shuri pulled away from you once more, lips shining with your slick. "well, i didn't realize you cared so much about the environment. if that's all this is...." she got up to her feet and turned off the water. "we better get going, pretty girl."

you whined at the loss of contact and clenched your thighs together at the nickname, something that did not go unnoticed by shuri. shuri ran her tongue across her bottom lip before leaning forward to kiss you, your back pushed against the cool tile and the taste of you faint on her tongue.

hearing your alarm go off reminded you that there were other responsibilities you each had to attend to. reluctantly, the two of you dried off and made your way to your (shared) bedroom. you put on a matching bright orange boyshort / bralette combo before slipping on some jeans and an orange cropped sweater, and moving on to your makeup.

as you got ready, you watched in the mirror as shuri looked in the closet for something to wear, currently only dressed in black briefs and a sports bra. once she picked out an outfit, her eyes caught yours in the mirror.

"what?" she asked, slipping on a white mesh top.

you smiled, swiping on some orange eyeshadow (shuri might have been the princess of wakanda, but you were the queen of coordination). even though shuri was moving in at the end of the month -- she needed to go tie up some loose ends in wakanda before coming to live in new york long term -- you loved how comfortably she already fit into your life here. you loved seeing her clothes in your closet, the lava lamp she spotted at a thrift store on the corner of the desk, the photobooth strip of the two of you at a surprise birthday party you'd thrown her last weekend (everyone had a great time and danced and drank until late....needless to say you and shuri showed up very hungover to pepper potts' baby shower the next morning). you loved how you could smell your papaya body wash on her skin. you loved waking up with her arm around your waist, how she mumbled in her sleep about calculations she needed to get done. you loved how she took the subway with you to class, how she visited you at work when you had a slow shift. the two of you had been together for a few years, but your lives had never been this intertwined.

"nothing," you finally responded, finishing with a layer of mango lip gloss on your lips. "don't forget we have that double date tonight."

shuri groaned. "do we have to?"

you didn't particularly want to have dinner with your roommate and his (somewhat) pretentious boyfriend either, but peter parker has been your best friend and partner in crime-fighting for years as well. you owed it to him to give harry osborn a chance.

"if harry's spending more time with pete, it means he'll be spending more time here, so it's probably best that we all get along," you reasoned. you walked over to where shuri was examining her outfit in the full length mirror and wrapped your arms around her waist. she leaned back into your chest, sighing. "please?" you trailed kisses down her neck for good measure.

"fine, i'll do it."

"amazing!" you planted one last kiss on the corner of her mouth before pulling away and gathering your things for class. "the dinner's at 7, but we should probably come back here to change into something nicer. maybe we can meet here and walk over together?"

shuri nodded just as another alarm went off from your phone. "how many alarms do you have?"

"too many, as necessary as they may be," you declared brightly, pressing the cancel button and kissing shuri one last time. you pulled away and she groaned, taking the opportunity to move your shirt slightly and leave bites on your exposed collarbone. you checked the time on your phone.

maybe you could spare a little more time.

the double date was at some fancy italian restaurant in the upper west side. you each ordered pasta dishes and harry ordered a bottle of red wine for the table. the wine came quickly, but given how busy the restaurant was, you anticipated your food would take longer. meanwhile, the conversation flowed naturally from awkward small talk about the weather, to current tv show obsessions (you and shuri were bingeing project runway), to work at oscorp (where you, peter, and harry were interns), and finally to college classes. that's how you found yourself ranting about the lecture in your molecular engineering class from that afternoon.

"i mean no offense to tony - loved the guy - but i know for a fact that my super smart sexy girlfriend cracked that technology years before he did," you declared. "so the fact that my professor -- this white woman, by the way -- uplifts stark tech as the beacon of the future is total bullshit."

"that is total bullshit," harry agreed. "colonizers gonna colonize, i guess."

shuri laughed, a sound you would never get tired of hearing. she had her right arm casually draped across the back of your chair as she held her glass in her left hand, taking occasional sips.

"i mean most of the avengers use nanotech now, right?" harry was directing his question at you, since to his knowledge you were the only avenger at the table, but peter seemed to have forgot that he had a secret identity.

"most of us, yeah," peter answered. you nudged his foot under the table. "ow!" he exclaimed, but once he looked at you, he realized his slip up. "most of them," he corrected, chuckling awkwardly and avoiding harry's gaze. "at least that's what i can gather from my stark internship."

it took a lot in you to not roll your eyes at the fact that peter was still using the 'stark internship' excuse, but harry seemed to buy it.

"anyways, y/n, finish your story," peter suggested.

"well, that's basically what i said in class," you explained.

"that your super smart sexy girlfriend cracked nanotechnology years before tony stark?" shuri wondered.

you shrugged. "pretty much. i also said something about colonizers, but i forget what exactly."

shuri grinned. "that's my girl," she leaned over to plant a kiss on your cheek.

a few waiters came over to bring plates full of pasta, and you all thanked them. your stomach grumbled at the delicious smell, a reminder that you had barely eating all day in between classes. you were so ready to dig in to some quality fettucine alfredo.

"you guys really are a power couple," harry pointed out, gesturing between you and shuri as you started to eat. "how long have you two been together?"

you swallowed a mouthful of pasta. "well, we met right after the avengers split up because of the sokovia accords," you started, clearing your throat. it certainly wasn't your favorite time of your life, but something good obviously did come from that time. if none of it happened, you might not have gotten together with shuri.

"steve dropped me off in wakanda -- i was freshly 18 and he was worried what would happen to me if i went back to new york. so, i stayed there for a while and that's how i met this one." you nudged shuri playfully with your elbow, and she moved a hand under the table to squeeze your upper thigh. "she showed me around, we worked in the lab together and we were friends for a while, of course, but our first non-platonic date was the night before i left wakanda. she brought be up to the top of mount bashenga, we shared a bottle of mango soju that t'challa brought back from korea and then we...." you trailed off, not wanting to necessarily go into the physical details of your first time together. "long story short, we've been girlfriends ever since."

"well, that wasn't our first official date, though," shuri said, taking a sip of her wine.

"oh?" you tilted your head, wondering if your memory was off. but, no, you were sure. it was the night before you left wakanda - it couldn't have been before and it couldn't have been later. your entire relationship had been long distance until recently.

"i visited you in the fall," shuri recounted. "you took me to magnolia bakery to get that banana pudding, we walked around central park, and then we slept together in your dorm while your roommate was at a frat party - that was when we became exclusive."

you chewed slowly, ingesting her words. "that was a few months after i left wakanda though." shuri nodded. "we were already together."

"yeah," shuri agreed. "but weren't exclusive."

"okay, you keep saying that word." at this point, you had completely forgotten your dinner and your double date. "what does that mean, though?"

"like, we were seeing other people," shuri stated casually. she was still eating her pasta, and you grabbed the fork out of her hand. "i wasn't finished with that."

"so you were sleeping with other people? while we were together?"

"well...yeah."

peter's mouth practically dropped to the floor, and harry almost choked on a piece of penne.

you, on the other hand, were silent, frozen. it shouldn't have been that big of a deal - maybe you would have agreed to do the whole friends with benefits thing - but you and shuri clearly hadn't been on the same page. you fell for her, hard and fast, but it didn't seem like she would say the same for you. and you were sure that you'd had the are we exclusive? conversation before you parted ways.

suddenly, your avengers buzzer (an addition made at the request of carol danvers - she swore by them) went off.

harry cleared his throat. "avengers business?"

"yeah," you replied, dropping shuri's fork back in her plate. you glanced at peter, who just shook his head slightly. he would have to sit this one out. "i have to go."

shuri started to call out your name, but you were already out the door.

when you got home later that night, shuri was still up, sitting in the living room with one lamp on. she hadn't changed from dinner, still wearing her patterned suit, but had unbuttoned the top even more. she looked way too good, and if you weren't currently frustrated at her, you would have suggested going to the bedroom right away.

"peter is sleeping at harry's."

"okay," you replied crisply.

you walked to your bedroom and removed your supersuit, looking for some comfortable clothes to wear. your entire body ached, your head throbbing.

"are we going to talk about it, or are you just going to shut me out?"

you groaned, way too exhausted after dealing with a flying green goblin terrorizing midtown. you didn't want to have to deal with this right now. searching through your drawers, you eventually found some sleep shorts and the i <3 wakanda t-shirt shuri had gotten you as a joke.

"i'm tired, shuri." you sat on the bed and started rubbing some lavender body butter on your arms and legs.

"no, you're angry," shuri countered, leaning against the doorframe and watching you go through your nightly ritual.

"can't i be both?" you got up, took off your bra, and slipped on your shorts. you turned to shuri just in time to watch her stare at your bare chest before you finally put on your t-shirt.

"look, you have nothing to be angry about. those first few months, we were keeping it casual, yeah? we were -- how do you americans call it -- friends with benefit."

the way she stated it as though she was explaining scientific theories, the way she was being so casual now like you were overreacting, sent a wave of frustration through your body.

"you can't be fucking serious right now!"

"i don't understand why this is such a big deal! it was years ago!"

you scoffed. "i thought that what we had was real from the start, okay? friends with benefits only works when there are no strings attached, and i remember us very clearly having strings attached. there's no way i would have - i don't know - been so vulnerable with you if i thought it was just sex."

"that's the friend part," shuri continued matter-of-factly. she finally walked into the room, removing her suit jacket and unbuttoning her shirt even more. before long, her top half was only covered by a black sports bra.

you scoffed. "if that's how you act with friends, then i seriously think you need to follow up with the rest of the girls you fucked at the time. how many were there, anyways?"

shuri hesitated.

"answer the question, shuri," you snapped.

"i like sex, you know that! you weren't there, so i had to find other girls to sleep with."

"yeah, i like sex, too! and normally i wouldn't judge you, but we had agreed--"

"we had not agreed ---"

"we had!

"can we agree to disagree? what's the big deal anyways?"

"well, the big deal is that while you were busy sleeping with other girls, i was in my dorm, waiting to spend all my international minutes on a call that would go to voicemail because - oh !- you were apparently busy sleeping with other girls!"

"i kept telling you to use the kimoyo beads i gave you," shuri mumbled.

"are serious right now?" you exclaimed. "i spent most of that semester waiting for you, thinking about you - and you probably couldn't have cared less! i was stressed and lonely and - yeah, i'll say it - horny, while i could have been out having fun too."

"that's not my fault," shuri scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "i doubt you missed that many opportunities."

"oh? how can you be so sure?"

"well, no one knew that you were an avenger then."

when you first started being an avenger, you were a kid. it wasn't until well after you were 18, after the accords and in a desperate plea to get steve and the others to return, that you revealed your identity to the world, press conference and all. which meant that shuri had a point: during your first semester at empire state university, no one knew that you were an avenger.

"so you're saying that girls would only fuck me if they thought i was a superhero?"

"i'm not saying that's the only reason, but it is a big one."

it took a second for the implication of her words to fully sink in. suddenly, the room felt smaller and you hated every reminder that you and shuri were building a life, here, together.

"is that why we got together in the first place? you wanted to fuck a superhero?"

shuri froze, as if she too just understood the turn your argument had taken.

"shuri. answer the fucking question. is that the reason we got together?" her silence made you claustrophobic, and, again, you were way too tired to deal with this. "i'm gonna sleep at mj's." you were about to grab your phone and keys before shuri stopped you.

"wait. baby, please wait," she pleaded. "i didn't mean -- just, let me explain, okay? please."

you looked at her, jaw tense and eyes searching yours, and you couldn't resist. you just had to hear her out. she sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing at you to join her, but you remained standing, arms crossed and waiting for an explanation.

"maybe....maybe i was intrigued by the fact you were an avenger. i thought you were so cool and badass and i wanted to know you, like really know you. and once i did, i couldn't help but fall for you. i wanted to be with you."

"yeah, you fucking other girls really reflects that."

"let me finish," shuri sighed. "when you went back to new york, i didn't think we'd last. i was scared that our time together in wakanda was just some short, passionate fling for you and you'd forget all about me. or, worse, you'd realize that you just want to be friends and i would be stuck alone, pining for you. sleeping with other people was just a protective measure, i guess."

while you were surprised by her confession, you didn't feel entirely satisfied. you did, however, finally sit on the bed next to her. "you didn't think to talk to me about any of this? to ask whether or not i was invested in our relationship?"

"i'm good with calculations, y/n, not people."

being this close to her, you couldn't help but stare at shuri: at the way her jaw looked sharper in the moonlight, her eyes darker, her lips slightly parted as she waited for you to say something.

"i guess it would have been nice to know how much you thought about me," you whispered.

shuri brings her hand up your thigh and under your shirt, stroking the skin underneath your breast with her thumb. you shuddered at the contact.

"i thought about you all the time. bast, i even called other girls by your name during sex. multiple times."

weirdly, you felt a little proud at that. "i guess i really made an impression on you," you hummed. "tell me: did any of those other girls fuck you better than me?" you asked, voice low.

shuri removed her hand from your body, shrugging. "maybe."

"shuri," you warned. "don't."

"or what?" she challenged, leaning forward, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. "are you gonna punish me? because if you want to have your way with me....i wouldn't stop you."

with that, you pushed her onto the bed. she let out a yelp when her back hit the mattress. once you were hovering over her, legs and arms on either side of her body, you did what you yearned to do as soon as you walked in earlier that night: you kissed her, passionately, deeply. you bit her lip as you pulled away.

"you really want that - for me to have my way with you?"

shuri whimpered. "yes."

"you might regret saying that, usana."

shuri loved it when you spoke xhosa, you knew that. she leaned up to capture your lips, but you had other plans.

you kissed down her jaw, her neck, her exposed chest and shoulders down to her stomach. after you fumbled with the button of her pants, shuri lifted her hips from the bed so that you could remove them. once the pants were thrown on the floor, you kissed her core through her briefs, feeling a wet spot against your lips.

quickly, you took off her briefs, being greeted by her glistening pussy. blowing onto her folds, you ran your tongue from her hole to her clit, loving how you already felt her slick coating your lips. shuri lifted her legs so they rested on your shoulders. with this angle, you gathered some of her slick and sunk two fingers into her heat.

"gods, i've barely touched you and you're already about to come," you teased, feeling her clench around your fingers. "are you going to come for me?" all you got in response was whine. with your other hand, you reached up to pinch the side of her hip. "answer me, princess."

shuri propped herself up on her elbows to look at you, just as you removed your mouth from her.

"yes!" she cried. you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel throbbing between your thighs, hearing how frantic her voice sounded - like she needed you and only you. "please, just do something."

at her request, you moved up the bed so that the two of you were face to face, one of your hands holding her chin while the other was still two fingers deep in her cunt.

with your thumb, you traced over her lips. "open." shuri obeyed you instantly, and you couldn't help but clench your thighs together - you had never seen her this desperate. you spat in her mouth, heart racing as you watched her swallow the combination of your saliva and her cum without question.

you continued fucking her with your fingers until she moaned, louder and louder as she reached her peak.

removing your fingers from her pussy, you locked eyes with her as you brought your glistening fingers to your mouth and sucked off her juices. then, you kissed the tattoo underneath her ear, whispering: "have i ever told you that you're the sweetest thing i've ever tasted?"

when shuri smiled, you couldn't help but think how gorgeous she was, how vulnerable she was underneath you, how she was yours. unfortunately, you also couldn't help but think that there was a time when you thought she was yours and yours alone, while there were other girls with her like this.

so, you decided then that you weren't quite done with her.

"you really want me to have my way with you?" you asked once more, just to be sure.

"yes. anything."

you kissed her again, this time rougher than the last. "where's that new strap you made?"

shuri gestured to the closet. you stripped down before retrieving the strap - bigger than any either of you had used on the other before - and adjusted it around your hips. when you turned back to the bed, shuri was completely naked, nipples perked against the cold air, thighs shining from her previous orgasm.

"turn around," you instructed. "on your knees."

again, shuri complied. you knelt behind her on the bed, grasping her hips. you looked down at her cunt, already dripping, and she gasped when she felt you spit onto her hole. without further ado, you thrusted forward.

you both moaned when you started to enter her. shuri invented a strap that allowed both the wearer and the receiver to feel pleasure; hell, you could even feel her walls clench around you, how deep you were inside her. technology was a beautiful thing.

"you okay, baby?" you asked once you were halfway inside her.

"yes," she breathed. she turned her head as much as she could towards you. "keep going."

once you were fully inside her, strap nestled in her warm cunt, your thighs met her ass. you slipped out slightly, only to thrust back in, over and over, until shuri was a moaning mess beneath you. her body started to shake and she almost collapsed onto her elbows, so you reached one hand to her neck and lifted her up so that your nipples brushed against her back.

"more," she moaned, reaching an arm back to help guide your hips forward, faster.

you kissed the back of her neck, trailing your hand down from her neck to pinch one of her nipples. you moved your other hand to her clit, rubbing the nub in tight circles and gathering as much slick as you could. you then took those same fingers and shoved them into her mouth, allowing her to taste her sweetness.

you almost came right then and there, watching how she truly let you have your way with her body. "i never knew you were such a slut," you taunted. you took your fingers out of her mouth so shuri could respond, instead grasping her neck once more, applying just the slightest pressure you knew drove her crazy.

"only for you," she groaned.

after a particularly hard thrust, shuri came, bursting all over the sheets. she collapsed forward on the bed, breathing hard.

"did you just...." the wet stains on the purple silk sheets were enough evidence. shuri just squirted.

shuri laughed, breathlessly. "fuck. i've never done that before."

you took off the strap and turned her over. her skin glistened with sweat and her curls were stuck to her forehead, but shuri would never not be beautiful.

"one more time for me, okay, pretty girl? i want to feel you against me," you whispered. "i want to watch you fall apart, knowing that i'm the one who makes you feel this good."

shuri nodded, allowing you to adjust your positions so that your cunts were touching. both of you were so worked up, you from watching shuri fall apart twice and shuri from, well, her two previous orgasms, that it didn't take long for you to feel her gush against you, and vice versa.

strings of cum connected you as you removed your body from hers. for a few seconds, you both lay on your backs, staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch your breath.

"i'm sorry," shuri finally said. she shifted her body to lay on her side, facing you. "i almost messed this up but --"

"it's fine," you said, turning your head towards her. "it was a misunderstanding."

"i just...." shuri sighs, voice trembling slightly. "i just want to assure you that i would never want to do anything to hurt you. what we have is more real that anything i ever had with any other girl. you were right, it has been like that from the start, even if i almost messed it up."

you used your thumb to wipe away a tear from shuri's cheek. "are you crying because i gave you the best orgasm of your life?"

despite being in tears, shuri laughed. "i'm crying because i love you."

"i love you too, shuri," you assured her, your finger tracing the tattoo on the side of her arm. "also we should probably take a shower before sleeping."

shuri hummed. "you and your showers." the two of you laughed, remembering this morning. "before that, i have something for you...." she got up and grabbed a paper bag on the floor, handing it to you.

one eyebrow raised, you opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of lychee soju. your expression softened. "it was lychee soju," you mused, looking between the bottle and shuri.

"see, i do remember!" shuri grinned. she slipped on her underwear and your sleep shirt before running to the kitchen to grab some mugs. shuri poured the drink into them and handed you one.

as you sipped the bittersweet liquid, you couldn't help but think: you and shuri. this was real.

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bradtomlovesya · 1 year

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In The End

Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You and Tom are triying to get to his parent's house for new year's.

Warnings: a little angsty but fluff in the end.

A/N: A little bit late but here you have a little imagine about new year's. Happy New Year Everybody. I hope you like it!

w/c: 1.5k +

"We promised we'd be with your parents for New Year's" you tear off your nail polish with your teeth. A horrible habit that pops up every time you feel anxious.

"And we will" Tom nods and looks out the train window at the white snow covering the once green pastures.

Just because it took a while doesn't mean you live far from Tom's parents' house. The problem was that you were at your parents' house and they do live a bit far away.

"The train is late and it's 9pm," you stress the obvious as your knee goes up and down rapidly.

You hated being late for the festivities. Especially because you didn't want to spend New Year's Eve on a train while Tom's family waited for you.

"Babe" Tom lets his hand rest on your leg so you stop moving it. "We'll be fine. There's not much travel left and we still have time. I've already warned them and they understand so don't worry."

"This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't left your shower until the last minute. Not to mention you couldn't find your shoes." You grumble still peeling off the polish.

"Uh uh." Your boyfriend shakes his head. "I know you. I know what you're doing and I'm not going along with it."

"And what am I doing according to you? Telling the truth?" You frown. "Because if you'd been ready earlier we wouldn't have missed a train only to wait for the next one only to find out it was late."

"You're looking for an argument because you're anxious. You're trying to find blame because your mind won't stop thinking about what would have been or what could have been." Chestnut carefully removes your hand from your mouth so you stop ruining your enamel.

You inhale deeply and look down at his hand in yours. It's true. Another of your many habits.

"Why do you know me so well?" You look him straight in the eye.

"Because I pay attention to detail and know how to save arguments" he kisses your hand and steals a faint smile.

"Thank you" you kiss his hand too and take a deep breath.

"Nothing to thank" he kisses your forehead on the table that separates them and takes your handbag. "You brought the nail polish, didn't you?" he asks as he reaches into it.

"Yep. It's right there" he nods and you watch him lick his lips as he searches.

"Bingo!" he smiles and places it on the table. "Lend me your hand, I'll fix what you ruined."

"You're a total prince charming," you hold out your hand and watch him paint two of your nails with concentration.

"I'm getting better and better at this, I should do this for a living," he adds mockingly.

"I won't deny that they look much better than the first time you did them." You nod.

"Hey, that wasn't so bad. Or was it?" He looks at you for a few seconds.

"You tried to clean the edges with your fingers and since you couldn't you did it with a t-shirt which by the way is now ruined" you laugh remembering him "plus you did it from the outside in, not from the front out." You laugh more.

"Well, maybe it was a bit of a disaster," he nods with a laugh and blows your nails.

You look at him in admiration. How could you have been so lucky in life that you ended up with someone like him?

"Thank you" you smile broadly as he puts a coat of glitter over the colour. "You always know how to calm me down.

"I do my best" he concentrates on coating your nails with product. "You've always done the same for me" he says matter-of-factly.

You're calmer and it's all thanks to him. The pre-occupation leaves your body as soon as he uses his magic on you.

You want to marry him. You want it more than anything but you don't want to rush it. He'll talk to you about it when he's ready.

The train stops at around 11:12 pm. That means you have less than an hour to get home to your parents. One unpleasant surprise is that there aren't many taxis available.

The drivers must be spending New Year's with their families, you think. You should have been with Tom's family a long time ago.

"Tom, we're not going to make it in time" you roll your suitcase along the tarmac while your boyfriend is on the lookout for a taxi and an Uber at the same time.

"We will, I know we will. Okay?" He walks through the cold streets with you by his side.

The sound of wheels on tarmac keeps you busy. At least you try to, it's too cold to think.

"Tom..." you sigh, looking at your watch. 11:23 pm

"My family's house isn't far, for now let's keep moving until a taxi or uber finds us" his gaze is on his phone and on the road every time he hears a car pass by.

As you walk, a car speeds by and, because it had rained earlier, the vehicle drives over a large puddle of water and splashes it on you and Tom.

"This has got to be a joke" you complain, totally soaked, sad and annoyed.

"You idiot!" Tom exclaims but the driver is too far away to hear.

"This isn't right" You're cold, tired, hungry and anxious. You are not a good combination.

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something. We should give up and find a hotel." Sighs Tom, tired enough as it is. Tom never gives up and yet he's doing it right now.

You can't let him. You know how much he wanted to be with his family for New Year's.

"No," you deny. "We've come this far" you take your hand. "Let's go to that bank, swap our coats for some dry ones while we've got our suitcases, and set a fare that no driver can refuse." You smile slightly. He's been your rock, now it's up to you to be his.

"You don't have to do this. I know you're tired and it was my fault in the first place" he sighs and lowers his head.

"That doesn't matter now, love. Come on, let's go. You'll see your family for New Year's even if we're a little late."

"Okay..." she murmurs and walks with you to that bench to change their coats. You place a £300 value in the app and wait for someone to take it. A New Year's miracle is what you both need right now.

A driver accepts as soon as you are about to give up and better keep walking. You both get into the car in the back and ask the driver to turn on the heater. Both your trousers are wet and your hair is a mess.

"Sorry about that" the hazel-eyed one takes your hand and tucks a damp strand of your hair behind your ear.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I was a little anxious," you kiss the tip of his nose making him smile.

"Don't apologise for that," he denies. "Anyone in your place would have left me" he inhales deeply.

"Well then, I'll never do that." You deny. "But next time we'll take the train a day earlier" you laugh.

"I'm totally fine with that," he kisses your forehead. Public kissing is not your thing.

The car arrives at around 11:55pm and you smile internally. 5 minutes early is much better than 5 minutes late. The man driving helps you unload your bags.

"I think they made a mistake with the price, it's only £11. The man adds.

"It wasn't a mistake." Tom denies and hands £500 to the guy who does his best not to cry. "Happy New Year" he smiles and so do you.

"Happy New Year" he utters with a lump in his throat. Apparently he needed the money urgently. That's why he was working in the New Year.

"I really love everything about you. Especially how you help the people around you" you take his hand and both enter the property, ring the doorbell and wait.

"Well, if I can help, you know I will." He leaves a heartfelt kiss on your lips before the door opens and his family lets the two of you in.

As everyone talks about how worried you and Tom were, you can only be thankful that you got home just in time.

The clock strikes midnight. You're both soaking wet and freezing cold but that doesn't stop him from grabbing you around the waist and kissing you as the new year begins.

"Happy New Year, darling." His face shows those perfect little wrinkles next to his eyes that you love so much.

"Happy New Year, Tommy," you smile and blush. His family took a few steps back to give you two some privacy but you know they saw the whole thing.

The important thing is that in the end, everything went well.

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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years

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FIVE WEEKS.

summary: Tom Holland hates you and you don't know why. Yet, you've had a crush on him for almost all your life despite the known fact. When Tom needs a place to stay because of filming... Tom changes... and so does your relationship.

pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (extended warnings under cut), pretty angsty, fluff, tom being an a-hole, some corny moments and not proofread either.

word count: 15.2k (A LONG ONE, i literally could not stop myself idk what happened.)

extended smut warnings: p in v (protected), fingering, oral (fem), that's pr much it, very vanilla tbh but it was their first time so nothing too flashy.

PROLOUGE – "FIVE WEEKS."

You and Tom had been through a lot to get to the point you were at today. Sometimes thinking about it makes you burst out crying when he’s away because you miss him so much that your heart aches for him... and if he doesn’t answer your texts, you’re miserable. It’s like there’s a part of your heart that’s missing.... you simply can’t live without Tom.

But it wasn’t always that way.

Not at all.

There was a time where you preferred to live without Tom. You understand why he had acted that way, because he had told you... but now it’s strange to think about the before. The before of your relationship. The before of him loving you – because truth be told, you always loved him. From the youngest age you ever could.

You inhaled a deep breath as you sat at the dinner table with the Hollands – family friends. Your parents got along swimmingly. You were closer to Harry and Sam, always hanging out with them as kids – the three of you were like glue, stuck side by side. Paddy was a kind boy, but the two of you didn’t have too much to talk about because of the age difference, though, the two of you did bond over video games, always making an effort to play the new ones when they came out. Whether it be over the console or in person. Your job as a history teacher allowed you to have a flexible schedule.

Albeit you and Tom were the closest in age, with you being a year younger than him. The two of you were supposed to get along. That’s all your parents wanted. But for some strange reason, you could never really crack him, like you had the others.

You were a single child and Dom, and Nikki were like your second parents. You lived next door, so there wasn’t a time where you didn’t see the Hollands. Not a day in your life hadn’t gone by where you didn’t sit next to Tom on the bus, despite, him telling you to leave him alone. You weren’t friends and you were so sure that you never would be.

You wanted to be his friend. But thirteen-year-old you didn’t understand the concept of hating someone like Tom hated you. It made you doubt yourself. Constantly thinking you were in the wrong, apologising after every other sentence because you were always afraid of offending someone.

You met Tom’s eyes from across the table, wanting to say something, but knowing he’d just shoot you down anyway. You were both adults now, it was silly that he couldn’t put this hatred aside. You didn’t even know why he hated you. He just did. It was always like you were a thorn in his side.

“So, how’s work...?” You question him – he’d just started filming No Way Home.

Your students always went crazy when you told them you knew Tom. Working in a high school down in London, teaching teenagers, you always heard people go crazy over these things - going to the premieres because you were supposed to be close with the actor was cool. You enjoyed the movies – just sucks you’re only invited as a curtsey and not because he wants you there.

It was crazy that you had Zendaya’s phone number in your phone – she actually likes you, yet Tom puts up that same front when he’s around his friends. You like to pretend it’s real, even though you know it’s not. Even though it’s far from it.

He shakes his head, “What’s it to you?” He shrugs, his tone sharp – it makes you jump a little, but you just look back down at your food.

You sigh, “Nothing, just- just trying to make conversation.” You fight through your sadness, flashing him a small smile. The pang in your heart was like a knife.

Like every single time he had ever shut down a conversation with you, it was like a knife to the fucking heart.

You had feelings for Tom. It was fucked up because he was always mean to you. But you loved Tom before you even knew what the word really meant. You had other boyfriends and they all loved you... but it wasn’t the same. You knew Tom would never love you back, and you tried to move on, but it was no use. No matter how many mean things he could say to you, you’d always look past it... because it’s him.

He hadn’t always been meaning, it mostly started when you got into High-School. You were thirteen and he was fourteen. You had no other friends, so you’d follow Tom around. He’d always push you away, though. It sucked, because even if you, Sam, and Harry were all close, they weren’t old enough to be in the same grade as you, so... you were all alone.

You weren’t popular in school, not like Tom was. Yet, everyone knew who you were by association. Some of the girls at school were jealous of you, and some of them made fun of you. But you just ignored it – you didn’t have very many friends in high school. University, was, however, a turning point. You met your best friend Angel who worked in the same faculty as you. You’d been teaching for four years, and you loved it so much more than you could ever have imagined.

You stand from the table, your plate banging, creating a loud noise, everyone’s attention turned to you, “Sorry... ‘M gonna go grab another drink.” You say softly, turning to the kitchen. You stepped inside, making your way to the fridge where you put your glass to the water and ice dispenser.

Taking a sip of the water, you placed your elbows on the counter, “Get it together, y/n.”

“You alright, darling?” You heard the familiar voice, as you turned to face Nikki with a soft smile.

“Perfect.” You say with reassurance, but it doesn’t really cut through the sadness of your tone.

She pouts, “What’s wrong? Is it Tom?”

You nod, tears brimming your eyes, “It’s so stupid, I’m twenty-four years old, you think I’d get a grip, right?” A dry chuckle escapes you without another thought, “I know not everyone can like me... but I’ve known him for all my life.”

She places a hand on your arm, “I’m sorry... I wish I could change it. Change him. I don’t know why he acts so cruel towards you. He’s not a hateful person.”

You nod, “That’s what sucks the most... I know he’s not. He’s kind, he’s charming, he’s sweet. He helps people and he doesn’t need an ulterior motive. He’s someone to look up to, but I’m the exception.”

She pulls you into a hug, “I’m sorry, hun.”

You shake your head against her hold, “Don’t be... It’s not your fault.”

You’re sitting in your room after your chat with Nikki, thinking about your talk with her. It’s painful. You’re laying back flat on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. ‘I’m old enough to deal with this’. Is all you can think to yourself, it’s all you can muster the courage to believe. That this is all your fault, and you were the burden in Tom’s life. You must’ve done something to make him hate you and you can’t think about what it is... honestly, it makes you miserable.

His hair looks soft, and his arms look warm, but his heart is cold toward you... and yet, you still want to find yourself twirling around those strands of brown curls or cuddled up in his arms. Your attraction to him was what would kill you.

You always thought you and Tom would be endgame. When you were sixteen, you thought Tom hating you would just be a phase. You tried to congratulate him on him being Spider-Man, and he was nice to you then, but that hadn’t last long at all.

Your childhood room was a sight for sore eyes. One of the walls was pink and your bedsheets were a bright blue. You came over quite frequently, so your parents figured they’d just leave it the way it was – posters of Anakin Skywalker and all. You turned to plunge your face into the pillow below your head.

A knock on your door makes you jump but you don’t budge, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me.” Harry speaks from the other side of the door.

“Come in!” You call, flipping yourself back over.

Harry steps into the room with a soft smile as he stares at your figure, “Get up you big baby, they need you downstairs.”

You sit up slowly, a suspicious glare in your eyes, “What for?”

“You’re not gonna like it.” He says simply, grabbing your hand.

“What for, Harry?!” You question your friend once more as he pulls you down the stairs back to the dining table where Tom’s head is in his hands. Everyone is staring at you, “What’s going on?” You ask everyone.

Tom opens his mouth, “Well, there’s a few scenes we’re doing here in London for the new movie... and I need a place to stay.”

You scoff, looking down at Tom with shock, “And nobody here can offer you that but me? What about Haz!”

“Too far from set.”

“What about your parents!”

“Y/n if I could stay with my parents I would.”

“Harry, Sam?” You look over to them, desperately needing help.

“No can do, we live on campus.” They respond with a pitiful glance.

“And what makes you think I’d help you after the way you treat me?”

He sighs, “It’ll be like I’m not even there.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question, Tom!”

Nikki places a hand on your shoulder, “Y/n, please take this into consideration... maybe the two of you will end up bonding.”

“Over what?” Tom asks his mother, “I’m only doing this because I have to. Not because I want to.”

“Thomas! Stop being rude!” His mother scolds him.

You look back into Nikki’s eyes, tears brimming, “Fine... I’ll... I’ll do it.” You look down at your fingers, toying with the paint on your nails, picking at them, “How long are you filming here for?”

“Five weeks.” He says quiet.

You and Tom were in your car driving back to your place in London. It was a three-hour car ride from your neighbourhood to your current place and there was some traffic. Tom spotted your lanyard hanging off of your mirror, covered in a different array of pins from your favourite movies and a couple keys. Tom knew you were a teacher. But sitting in your car staring at your life from the inside was different to just looking at you from the outside.

Tom saw you every few months, today was just a random family dinner because Tom was back in the UK and his parents insisted on it. He usually saw you on your birthday and you saw him on his, and Harrys and Sam and Paddy’s, basically, you were there for everything... Christmas included.

Tom knew why he hated you back in Primary school, he knew why he hated you back in high school. Now? He wasn’t quite sure. He was a grown man. He could get over it. But it was weird... but that was only because he made it weird.

You were honestly lucky you had a spare room. It’s not like you wanted Tom to be here. You didn’t want to live with someone who would make your life miserable... but maybe Nikki was right, maybe you’d be able to patch things up with him.

The radio was the only sound in the car, apart from the wheels on the road, and the tension in the air was thick and tense. Like someone was waiting to snap – you had a backbone too. You fought back too. Even if you had some feelings for him, it’s not like you don’t resent him; resent everything he says to you.

The bump of your driveway had approached. Your house was quaint, Tom’s bags in the boot of your car, “I’ll carry your bags inside just... open the front door.” You told the boy as you turned your car off, handing him the keys.

“It’s fine, I can take care of my own bags.” He shrugs.

You turn to face him, “Tom, please. Just go inside.”

You don’t say anything else before getting out of the car. You’ve got shit to do and the fact that it was a Sunday night didn’t help either – you had assignments to finish marking and your deadline was in a few days. That’s why you were glad you had a spare room that was prepared. Not because you didn’t want to set up – you were nice, you wouldn’t have him fend for himself. But because you couldn’t afford to help him at this current moment.

Tom doesn’t argue with you anymore than he already had. Probably regretting asking you to stay here already.

The door was unlocked as Tom turned the key opening the door and locating the hallway light. Waiting for you in the doorway. His two carry ons in your hands, awfully heavy for one person... but he was staying for five weeks.

WEEK ONE – OPENING UP.

After getting Tom settled into his room an showing him around a bit – which was quite awkward, you found yourself getting changed and heading backdown stairs to sit at your kitchen table, which was a mess to say the least. Sprawled with papers and papers of assignments and old exams. Your laptop looked like it was on its last life, and you did too.

Sitting down, you placed some earbuds into your ears getting ready for a long night of marking papers.

Tom walked downstairs to find you, and saw you, legs crossed hunched over, red pen in hand. He didn’t want to disturb you, but the bathroom was out of toilet paper. Tom approaches you slowly. It was different now. There was no reason to be rude to you or mean... you gave him a place to stay. But it was his nature, and Tom couldn’t help it.

You’re slightly startled, “What?” you question him taking out an earbud.

“Your bathroom is out of toilet paper.” He sighs.

“No, it’s not.”

“Don’t believe me? Go take a fucking look for yourself.”

You take out your headphones throwing them down onto the table with a huff, making your way upstairs and into your bathroom, opening the cabinet where you keep your toilet paper... seeing that you are out. Downstairs was hopeless too.

“Fuck...” you mutter softly, “Well, I’d better go get some then, maybe do the grocery shopping too.”

It wasn’t too late at night, nine thirty to be precises, and supermarkets wouldn’t be closed at this time. Most shops weren’t. You grab your keys from your kitchen table and the grocery list from off of the fridge – Tom following behind you.

“What’re you doing?” You question him, tone full of spite. The hallway was dim and staring into his eyes only made you fall harder – no matter the fact that he resented you.

He rolls his eyes, “What does it look like I’m doing, Bunny?”

You get mad at the nickname – it’s what he used to call you in school, because you were timid and quiet. You didn’t have very many friends and Tom took advantage of that. Making you feel smaller than you were before. Trying to push you away – purposely pushing you away.

“Don’t call me that.” You say as you open your front door.

The ride to the grocery store is short. But Tom looks at you as you drive. Thinking about all those times he called you Bunny as a kid. Thinking about all the times he had made you cry. Tom also thought about the first time he saw you after he finished filming Civil War and Homecoming. He hadn’t seen you in a long time and when he did... you were different.

You were more mature. Your hair was longer, and your smile had been brighter. Your style was more evolved, and you strayed away from the cringey t-shirts with those weird quotes. He watches the light of the street on your face and watches how you’re so focused when you drive. Tom hadn’t realised you drove a manual when he got in the car, but now he had seen, and he was slightly impressed – not many people can still do that.

He thinks about how you were teenagers, how you used to follow him because you had no one and he would push you away. How he didn’t want to be your friend. Getting that slight closer insight into your life makes you more 3D and even though he’d known you his whole life he didn’t want to know you.

You could feel his eyes on you, but when he turned away you felt like something is missing. You shook the feeling off as you pulled up to the grocery store. You parked the car and stepped out looking at your list.

“...So do you wanna divide and conquer or do you want to do it together?” You questioned Tom, “We’d get it done faster if we divide and conquer but I don’t really care,”

Tom takes a deep breath before nodding, “We should do it together then.”

You give lipped smile, “Sure.”

Grabbing a trolley, the two of you make your way into the aisle, “So, what’s first?” Tom questions you, his elbows on the trolley as he pushes.

“Well, I need milk and eggs, so we can head to the freezer aisle,” You lead him over, “Now that you’re staying with me, I should probably double up, huh?” You laugh and Tom chuckles.

“Bacon?” He questions looking over at the fridge.

“Sure.” You nod softly.

As the two of you continue you found yourselves becoming more civil. Tom hadn’t been rude since the dinner earlier and something about all this domestic crap made your stomachs warm. The two of you continued through the aisles, collecting things on your list. Tom pushed the trolley as you grabbed things and put it inside. It was a nice system and although Tom had his hood up just in case, it was kinda nice to be spending time with him like this. It was sweet. He was being sweet.

Part of you hoped it was all just a dream, that you’d wake up and realise it was all in your head despite knowing it’s real. Tom’s never been like this towards you, and you don’t know exactly why that’s changed. You want to know why it’s changed.

When the two of you reached the counter, you pulled out your wallet, but Tom had already paid off the hundreds dollar worth of groceries that would keep you both well fed for most of the next five weeks.

You let out a groan as you slam your pen onto your kitchen table, Tom looks over from the couch at you with worry, standing up to join you at your table, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s it matter to you?” You snap, “It’s not like you’d care.”

Tom sighs, “C’mon, Y/n... I know you better than this. I know that you bottled up your emotions. I’ve seen it all my life.”

“Wonder why.” You mutter under your breath before looking up at Tom – he heard you, but decided not to press on the issue, “I’m fine, Tom, really. Drop it.”

He shakes his head, grabbing the paper in front of you, letting out a low whistle, “and I thought I was bad in school.”

“Hey!” you wack him from across the table, “History isn’t Jeramiah’s best subject, but he does really well in everything else... just mine.”

Tom senses how upset you are, looking over at you with a frown, “I’m sure you’re a good teacher.”

“I know I am!” You raise your voice, “I know I’m a good teacher, okay? Everyone tells me that!”

He looks at you with sadness as you yell, but he keeps his mouth shut as you deflate again, “Just sometimes... I look at kids like Jeremiah and I think to myself, why are you doing so good in everything else... but my subject? Is it me? Is it him? Does he need help? Do I need to change the way I teach.”

Tom smiles softly, “Remember when we were in high school, and there was this massive history test, and I was failing history, so you offered to help me... I was mean to you, but you really helped me... I never told you, but I passed that test.”

“You did? You never mentioned it, so I thought you failed or something, but you passed! I know it was like ten years ago but I’m proud of you, Tom! You struggled with that so much.”

He gives a bashful smile looking down at his lap, “See, if you could teach me, you can teach anyone... maybe he just needs a little push!”

You look at Tom across from the dinner table with a hesitant smile, “Thanks, Tom.”

Opening up Tom felt good... but it also felt horrible. Like you were giving him leverage against you... but you ignore the feeling.

WEEK TWO – GUILTY CONSCIENCE.

Tom had been on set for the past few days, and he was right, you barely saw him. The conversation the two of you had the week before had settled into your head. Tom had really brought you some words of comfort, he’d come home late and tired, so he’d see you working on marking the homework you had set, bidding you a short hello before heading over to bed.

Something about him not talking to you or something about you not seeing Tom had been weird. The first week he had been living with you had been much more prominent. He’d been around more – sometimes he’d cook, or you’d come home, and the house was clean, bathrooms and all.

Living with Tom... it hadn’t been as bad as you expected it to be. He was kinder, sweeter – he was finally treating you the same way he treated everyone else. With warmth. With the love in his heart, you knew he had – but you could only wonder why he was doing this. Why he had changed all his views from the past in the past seven days.

Tom had a day off today and offered to drive you to school, “Thanks for driving me.” You smile at Tom, “You didn’t have to do this.”

He scoffs, “Please, you’re impressive, you deserve a break even if it’s for a few minutes to work.”

You feel flush at Tom’s words, “What do you mean ‘impressive’?” You quirk an eyebrow.

He shrugs, “I dunno, your life just seems so hectic.”

“Not as much as yours Mr. Peter Parker.” You sigh, sinking into your seat a little bit, “I don’t know how you deal with all that pressure from people who don’t even know you.”

“Exactly the point.” Tom smiles softly, “They don’t know me, and I don’t know them... sometimes, I get nightmares of the paparazzi, flashing lights and I feel like I can’t move... like all lights and eyes are on me and if I do something wrong then my life will be over.”

You look over at Tom, your expression sorrow, “People aren’t perfect, Tom. You’re not a perfect person.” You try to offer a smile, but he just keeps his eyes on the road as he comes to a stop.

“I’ll be okay.”

“Miss L/n!” Was called out to you by one of your students as you sat at your desk, “Who dropped you off this morning?”

Ellie – a sweet girl, but way too invested in her teacher’s love lives, “Just a friend.” You answered somewhat honestly.

“What was his name?!” India questions you.

You sigh, “If I told you, I’d have to fail you.” Your students go wide eyed and shut up about the topic – if you told them Tom Holland had driven you to school, they’d react in a crazy way when he came to come get you again. Your phone buzzed, “Get back to work guys!”

Is it alright if you come on set with me? It’s on the way to pick you up and if I drop you off, I’d be late.

Tom’s text is followed by another text.

If not, that’s okay, I’ll risk getting in trouble for you.

Something about his text sent a shiver down your spine. You knew he was just being nice, but god, was it working. Was he buttering you up like this. It was worth it, all the things you were feeling, even if your heart would get ripped out of your chest once again. Like it did every single time. You smile down at your phone regardless.

You liked this new Tom. You liked the way he was treating you and even if it was just for a few weeks, you appreciated that he didn’t go out of his way to make your life hell while he lived in your house... He was a good house guest.

Sure... I’d love to see the movie magic.

Tom smiles down at his phone as he sits in your living room, anxiously waiting picking you up from school. It’s all he can think about. Seeing you again.

Tom’s mind was going crazy. He’d never felt this way for you before, but in living with you he’s learnt more about you than he has in the past twenty years of his life. He feels his heart get warm around you, but he also feels all this guilt for treating you like shit since you were in high school. He was stupid. It was all stupid. He had no reason... but he did. He was insecure of you.

When three o’clock rolled around, you ran out the doors of the school, not wanting to make Tom any late to set than he already was. You jumped into the car, which shocked Tom but you didn’t want to be late... you also didn’t want your students to see Tom driving.

“Do you want to be late to your job?” You scoff.

He chuckles, “What is with you?”

“Just drive, Tom!” You raise your voice.

As the two of you get moving you finally relax. You didn’t want to tell Tom why you were so insistent on leaving. Why you needed to go so bad, “My students, they asked who dropped me off this morning.”

“Oh.” Tom whispers, “What’d you tell them?”

“A friend dropped me off...”

“Cool.” He mutters softly.

“They know I know you, but I didn’t want you to be swarmed, y’know?”

“I... appreciate that.” Tom nods.

“Yeah.”

The air between you and Tom had shifted over the past week. It was strange and weird, and you hated it, but you also wanted this so bad. You think back to how you were at dinner last week and all you could think about was how broken you were over him. How your heart ached for him to just like you.

Tom’s set really wasn’t too far from your school, as promised, but you could understand why he would’ve been late if he dropped you off home. In fact, you were kinda glad you came to see Tom work.

“You can hang out in my trailer, or you can sit on set if you want.” He says softly, staring into your eyes.

You feel your stomach go warm, “That sounds good to me.” A smile takes over your face as you get out of the car, slightly nervous.

“I’ve gotta head to makeup so, you can come with me if you want.”

“I’d like that... to be fair, right now I don’t really want to leave your side in fear of getting lost.”

You trail behind Tom feeling odd in your blouse and pencil skirt, his smile graces the set as you can see people still putting things together and people running around with purpose, and it was admirable. How this whole world worked. You’ve spoken to Tom’s castmates multiple times. Jacob was quite nice and Haz introduced you to him – even though Haz and Tom are best friends, he always was the one to apologise on his behalf or tell Tom to stop when he was being too mean to you. You two stayed in contact a lot. You had first met Zendaya at the Homecoming premiere, and a couple times after that when she was at some of Tom’s birthday parties, which you went to only because of Harry, Sam and Haz. Other than the fact that your parents made you go.

Walking into makeup you were met with the sight of Zendaya sitting in her makeup chair and her eyes light up as she sees you, “Hey, Y/n!” Her smile is warm – she is beautiful.

You smile back at her, “Hi, Z.” Your face feels warm as she reaches over to give you her hand since she can’t exactly give you a hug.

“What’re you doing here?” She questions you as she looks over at Tom who’s getting himself set in his chair.

“Well, Tom’s staying with me during the whole five weeks you’re out here... I’m closer to set than most hotels and Tom’s a friend, so we decided I’d do him a favour.” You bite your lip nervously.

Tom smiles, “An absolute darling, we went shopping the other day...” Tom speaks but you zone out as you stare at him, looking at him with all the love in your heart that you can possibly even muster. He’s beautiful as he gets his face pampered with blood and cuts. Purple bruises and a bloodshot eye. How can he still look so pretty like this? Dishevelled, beat up. It’s not real, maybe that’s why – because you know it’s not real.

Tom turns to you, “Y/n?”

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, making you blink a few times before sending him a smile, “Yeah?”

“Do you mind spoilers?”

You shrug, “Not really... I kinda love them. It makes the final part more exciting if I’m being honest.”

Watching Tom work was... it was sexy, to say the least. How he did flips and his own stunts, hooked up to the wires, but also immensely focused and that suit... it was making you feel things you hadn’t felt before. How you could still see the outline of his abs through the thin material. The set wasn’t on a normal movie set, like concrete buildings. It was outside, so the darker it got, the colder it would get too. Zendaya and Jacob weren’t in this next scene, so they were sitting with you, as you marked a couple papers you had brought in your bag with you, watching as you marked the answers with ease.

“So, how’re things with Tom?” Zendaya asks you out of nowhere and you look up in surprise, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“What do you mean?” You question her, with a slight shiver as her and Jacob look to each other before looking back at you.

“It’s just that he’s been... nicer.” Jacob shrugs, “We’ve seen how he’s treated you.”

You stop holding your breath, sinking into Tom’s chair a little, “God, I don’t know... it’s like he’s an alien or something... he’s been living for me for two weeks and he’s been nicer to me then, than he has ever been in my whole life.” You sigh, “He’s not a bad person... he’s just bad to me.”

You watch Tom as he does another flip, chatting with the crew, laughing, and you don’t feel yourself smile, you don’t feel yourself get warm. But you are anyway. You are hopelessly in love with him and the way he’s treating you isn’t helping. He’s not supposed to make you fall harder for him. He’s supposed to be mean – remind you that it’s not okay to feel the way you do for him. But he’s not sending you any bad signs anymore.

You don’t notice that Jaxob and Zendaya are being called back to set until Jacob places a hand on your arm, “Come by set more often... we like having you here, Y/n.” He smiles.

“Thanks, Jacob.” You grin as he walks over to Tom with a smile.

Zendaya wraps her arms around you from behind, “Don’t be afraid to send a message, okay? I know we don’t know each other well, but I want to get to know you better.”

You rub her arm with a small smile, “That... that means a lot.” You nod against her, as she lets go, the warmth of her body leaves you all alone with your homework once more. You flick through them again. A shiver running down your body once more.

Pulling out your phone you notice the time: Seven O’clock, it reads. You sigh as you question when Tom will be done. But it seems the universe is answering that question for you as he walks over to you with a proud smile.

“How’d you like that?” He questions you.

The chatter in your teeth is barely there, but it’s noticeable when you talk, “G-Great, Tom, you did really well.”

“Holy shit, let me get you a jacket and then we’ll head out of here. I got what I needed for the day, so, I’m not needed here anymore.” He smiles.

He pulls you back to his trailer which is warm, “Maybe I should’ve sat in here.” You laugh.

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have had the chance to see some of the movie and my incredible stunts.”

“Your ego always this big?” You question, your tone playful.

He looks back at you, holding one of his hoodies, “Only when I feel this great, bunny.” He winks. The nickname catches you off guard. Not because he said it, but because of how he said it. His tone full of endearment and charm. His voice wasn’t cutthroat rude, like it usually was... and it was certainly an adjustment for you.

You take the hoodie from his hands, sliding it over your head, “Thanks.”

“I’m gonna be a bit longer cause I gotta get out of the suit and stuff, but you can stay in here.” He smiles and you nod. Leaving you all by yourself in the trailer, you flop onto the bed that sits in the corner.

Sleep takes over, your vision going black, as you fade off into the realm of dreams.

Tom walks back into his trailer, all snug in another jumper and a pair of sweatpants. He looks at you, his eyes are soft. He looks at how peaceful you look; he hears your soft snores echo in the room. He sees how you just collapsed. Your things on the table, how tired you must be. He commends you for your work. He knows you have hard days. He sees that in your moods and your laughs, how sometimes you’re not fully there or zoned out. How your fingers are often stained with red ink.

Tom doesn’t realise it, but he feels himself smile down at you. Brushing some of the hair out of your face to get a better look at you. How you still look so beautiful. How you’re still the kindest person he knows – how despite how rude he had been to you; you always went out of your way to be nice or help him anyway. All he feels is guilt.

All he feels is guilt because of how easy it is to like you. All he feels is guilt because you’ve given him a place to stay. All he feels is guilt because he treated you like shit when he could’ve had a good friend. All he feels is guilt because he let some stupid feelings get in the way when the two of you were younger. All he feels is guilt because he was the insecure one. All he feels is guilt because it was never your fault. All he feels is guilt because you weren’t the one to hate... it was him; he should hate himself – he does hate himself.

All he feels is guilt, as he carries you back to the car.

WEEK THREE – THE PAST & THE PRESENT.

Your presence on set had become a lot more noticeable in the afternoons. Usually, it was just to get a better change of pace and mark somewhere unfamiliar rather than your shitty kitchen table which you had cried at, a number of times. Zendaya was also pretty good with History, and she has some well enough knowledge to help you sometimes.

That’s where you were at right now, you and Zendaya, sitting in Tom’s trailer as you both hold red pens, “Do you have a favourite student?” She questions you as the two of you draw ticks and crosses.

You laugh, “I’m supposed to say that I don’t, but there’s this group of girls in year eleven that have my heart... they picked history, so they’re so passionate about it. They make conversation with me. They love to learn about me, and they also love to learn the content. They’re good at the subject and they brighten my day when they walk in the room.”

You sigh, “Given, there’s kids like that in every grade... it’s tough to find the ones who know what their passions are. Some people don’t know, and that’s okay.”

She smiles, “That seems nice. They seem lovely... how’d you know you wanted to become a teacher? I always kinda knew I wanted to do acting, from a young age I was a performer... dance recitals, drama school...” She trails off.

You chuckle, “It was actually after helping Tom... he was never the best at school, he wasn’t awfully bad, but history was his worst subject. I was fourteen and I always had my head in that kind of stuff. I think I’ve seen every single documentary that the History channel has put out in the last thirty years.” You shrug, “Given I do have time for other stuff... I found myself interested. So, when Tom needed help because he was failing History at the time, he came to me for help.”

You bite your lip softly, “I had a massive crush on him...” You brace yourself for the truth, “I have a massive crush on him... had for a long time, but he was always so mean to me, but regardless, I helped him anyway. I’d never say no to him. Even now. But I helped tutor him and it worked... I only found out that he passed a couple weeks ago, ‘cause he told me. But I didn’t know if he had at the time... all I knew is that I enjoyed teaching him. Regardless of all the spite that came out of his mouth whilst I did.”

Zendaya grabs your hand from across the table, “From what I can tell, Tom’s really changed.”

You nod, hesitant, “He... he has, but part of me doesn’t want to believe it.” You look down at her hand wrapped around yours, “I don’t want to get my hopes up when he goes back to how he was.”

“You think he will?”

“I... don’t know.” You let out a huff as she lets go of your hand – deciding not to press the issue any further. A breeze blows through the window, “Fuck it’s cold...” You laugh.

Zendaya laughs too, the two of you spending time in each other’s company – she feels like a good friend. A real friend.

Tom was sat in your room, staring at all the posters around. John Wick on your wall, and Anakin Skywalker too. You had one of Thor and another of Poe Dameron. He thought it was kinda creepy, but the posters he had in his room weren’t any better. In comparison to the photos, he had with his friends, he couldn’t see very many of yours, except for a photo of you, Harry and Sam at the beach without Tom. Your smile was bright and so were his brothers. Tom’s jaw clenched at the picture, but his thoughts were interrupted at you walking into the room.

As he swivelled the desk chair over to face you, he caught sight of your shelves. How they were littered in history books – both Modern and Ancient, and the other side of your room had posters of different artefacts that you had gotten from the British Museum. He thinks you go there way too much, but what does he have in the say?

You set down a cup of water for Tom as you grab a couple of the books off of your shelf, “So I’m not quite familiar with what you’re doing in as much depth as you probably are, but you said it was Ancient Egypt, so I know a lot about that. We can look at the syllabus and some extra books that I’ve got lying around and if information doesn’t really sink in now, I can email you a couple documentaries.” You catch yourself rambling as you look down, your voice slightly hushed, “...If you want... sorry.”

Tom looks at you, and you can’t see the way his eyes are soft as he stares down at you. He didn’t know how you did it. You were only fifteen and knew so much about this stuff. He thinks about how he knows so much about soccer and rugby. How he knows so much about Marvel... though you’re the same in that region – he honestly doesn’t know how you intake so much information into your brain.

Tom never truly hated you. He just had resentment toward you. It was stupid and he’d never tell you why because of that. At some point, it just became easier to keep shooting insults at you – it became a second nature... and he was honestly surprised when you had agreed to help him because if he was being honest, he’d never do the same for you... so he wondered why you said yes when you had every right to say no... but he never asked. It didn’t seem worth it like that... Not then anyway.

Tom scoffs, crossing his arms, “Doesn’t matter, I just need enough information to be able to pass.”

You nod softly as you read over the curriculum, getting up and grabbing a couple books from your shelf, bringing them back to the table as Tom takes out his own textbook, “Oh good! You brought your textbook.”

He furrows his eyebrows, “Why wouldn’t I? I asked you to help me study, didn’t I?”

You feel your face get hot, “Right... yeah... sorry.”

“Stop apologising, it’s annoying.” He sighs opening his textbook to the information he knows you need. You go to open your mouth to apologise but keep it shut as he hands you the textbook, your eyes skim over it.

Tom eyes skim over you as you do so. He watches how you read, your eyes flicking, how fast you go. How pieces of hair fall in front of your face and how it takes everything not to brush them away from your eyes so he can see them better. He felt weird as he watched you. He felt his stomach flutter and his heart pound... he felt nervous too. Like if he got something wrong, you’d make fun of him or tease him or hold it against him. But he also knew you were way too nice to do that. As he watches you highlight a couple sentences in the textbook and pull out a book on Ancient Egypt with different coloured tabs.

As you flip through the book, he also notices different pen colours littered throughout and he feels his cheeks go warm. To desperately get rid of the flush, he takes a sip of his water. You slam the two books down in front of him, “I guess we can start here... how much do you know?”

“Barely anything...” He sighs, air escaping through the thins of his lips. The air is different now, as you reach over to turn on the lamp. The sky outside getting darker as you smile softly.

“Let’s get started then.” Your smile brightens your bedroom, as Tom looks at you, his face is in slight scowl, but his heart is in full flip.

Tom thought about that day quite frequently, when he looked you from across the dinner table. When he shot something mean at you... and the other day, when he carried you to the car. Zendaya saw what he had done, and she knew that your worries about Tom hating you when this was all over were just your paranoia. Your trust issues with Tom. But anyone watching the way Tom looks at you knows that he won’t. That he simply just cannot bring himself to hate you again.

Tom was on set today whilst you were in class, and you received a message from Zendaya, a photo of him on set with her and Jacob. It was cute, and you found yourself missing Tom. Unfortunately for you, you forgot that you were teaching your Year Eleven class.

“Miss L/n, what’re you smiling at?” Ellie questions you.

You sigh, “Something a friend sent me.”

“That same friend who drove you to school?” India asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

You deadpan them, “Girls, do your work.”

Cali pipes up, “C’mon miss! Please just give us any insight.” She basically groans.

“Like I told you last time, if I tell you, I’ll fail you.” You chuck them a playful glare, “But for your information, he’s a very close friend.”

“Do you like him?” Ellie asks.

You let out a soft sigh, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t... now do your work!”

The girls go back to doing their work and the only thing on your mind is getting home to Tom. You think about his scent – how he smells of wood and oak. Cinnamon and mint. It makes you want to melt – it also makes your thighs clench just thinking about him. How he comes back all sweaty from a run as you sit at the kitchen table and he walks through the front door, shirt sticking to his chest. You bite your lip as you look down at the papers in front of you, furrowing your eyebrows to make it look like you’re frustrated with the content in front of you – like you’re focused. But really? Your mind is anywhere else but here.

Tom promised you a movie night tonight... sure, he was a little late, but he was still here, “Sorry. I got caught up on set doing an extra tape.”

You laugh, taking a piece of popcorn, “Tom, I told you, it’s fine... you don’t have to keep explaining yourself.”

He shrugs, “I just want you to know that I’m sorry.”

You chuckle, “And I know that, and it’s okay... really, Tom.” You wrap your arms around his torso – it catches you both off guard, but it was nice, and it was warm, and his strong arms surrounded you.

The two of you pulled away, clearly both flustered and just sat on the couch next to each other. Your legs were crossed and so were Toms, each having your own bowl of popcorn. You had picked the movie – you chose John Wick. Tom laughed as he saw Keanu’s face come onto the screen.

“What?” You question softly, “You don’t like my choice?”

“No...No. Nothing like that.” He sighs, calming himself down, “I just remember you used to have his poster in your room and knowing you, you probably still do.”

He was talking about your childhood home, and you smiled, remembering how you had The Matrix and John Wick on your wall, “Shut up... he’s cute.”

He raises his eyebrows in consideration, “He is an attractive man, but there are other options.” He shrugs, “There are other actors.”

You don’t know what Tom is talking about but when you turn back to face the screen the air is tense. You ignore it, though. Only focusing on the movie – or at least, you’re trying to. But the air is too thick and tense to ignore.

Tom looks at you whilst you watch the movie. Your face with a smile as you watch John Wick slaughter.

“Y/n, Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!” Sam groans and earns a slap from his twin brother.

“Yes, it is, Sam.” He rolls his eyes.

“Sam, you literally cannot say that it’s not. It’s set a Christmas time and sure it’s an action movie, but there are Christmas songs and items. There’s a villain – it fits the whole criteria of a Christmas movie.”

Sam rolls his eyes at you, “Whatever... Christmas movies are supposed to be wholesome.”

“Yeah, well sometimes Christmas needs murder.”

“You are soooo fucked up,” Harry laughs as you sit down in between the two twins.

“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever. Shut up. The movie’s starting.” You hush them.

It’s not long before Tom joins you guys, sitting down. He doesn’t say anything, but you haven’t seen much of him since he graduated high school and went off to America to film his new movie. You were proud of him, but you’d never tell him that. He wouldn’t take the compliment, non the less if it was you.

Tom grabbed a drink, and you stood up and followed, like an idiot, “How’s America?” You asked as you grabbed a cup from their shelves, filling it up with water.

“Why do you care, y/n?” He questions you.

“Because we’re meant to be friends, Tom.” You mutter softly, “I’m tired of you hating me.”

He scoffs, “Well, guess what, Bunny it’s not gonna stop, I don’t like you. I hate you... and it’s never going to stop.”

You can feel your eyes brim up with tears, “What did I do to you, Tom?”

“What didn’t you do?”

WEEK FOUR – ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD.

“Come on a run with me.” Tom says as he sits down at the table.

You look up at him, “Tom.”

“What?! You have a day off today, public holiday... I’ve got a day off today, because I’ve got a day off... so come on a run with me.”

You laugh, “Tom! I do not run.”

“Okay... then, a jog.” He takes note of your face, “A brisk walk?”

“You’re not gonna give this up, are you?” He shakes his head with a smile, “Fine... I’ll go on a jog with you... jog.” You give him a pointed look as you make your way up the stairs.

Tom feels himself smile wider; he thinks about you all the time now. When he’s on set. When he’s off set. When he’s at home. When you’re at school. When you’re next to him. He thinks about you all the time.

He thinks about every single part of you. He thinks about your smile. He thinks about your hair, the way you smell. He thinks about how you smell just after you shower, he thinks about how your hair is wet, he thinks about how beautiful you look with and without makeup. He thinks about how beautiful you look when you cried over movies. He thinks about you all the time. Every second of the day – even when he shouldn’t he does.

When you come back down the stairs, you’re wearing a pair of tights and a sports bra, a jacket over your shoulders, your hair was in a ponytail, and he thought you looked stunning. He felt his cheeks flush as he watched you walk out of the house.

“C’mon, Mr. Parker!” You called with a laugh.

“What? You like Peter Parker better than me?”

You shrug, raising your eyebrows, “So what if I do?”

He pretends to get a shot to the heart, “You wound me.”

You laugh as the two of you begin to jog, it was silent, and your neighbourhood was quite private, so Tom was fine to run around here without really being seen. He was glad you lived in the suburbs. The two of you jogged step in step.

You stopped at a nearby park, heaving your breath, “How the hell do you do this every day?”

He laughs as the two of you sit on a park bench, “I have to... I’ve had to for a long time.” He sighs as your eyes meet his, “Ever since I started, I’ve had to push myself more and more every day, yeah, I used to do gym all the time – we both know that. But it makes me tired and sometimes I wish I could just stop... but when I do, I feel guilty for it. For not working out and pushing myself.”

You nod, “I... can understand that. Your job looks hard. Everyone thinks acting is so easy, and then you go on set, and you see that it’s anything but.”

He smiles over at you, “You’re right... It’s not easy, but I’m grateful for what I do. What I can do. I’ve got a good life. A good family...” He takes your hand, “Good friends... if I can call you that.” He sighs, “I’m sorry for how I treated you. Every day for the past four weeks, I’ve felt nothing but guilt. You’ve always been so kind to me, and I treated you like shit... I don’t have anything to defend myself with because I can’t. What I did was wrong.”

You nod solemn, “You’re right, what you did was wrong.” You tell him softly, “You tormented me, you made me cry every day, there wasn’t a day where Haz didn’t apologise on behalf of your shitty actions...”

Sighing you look over at him, his hand still in yours, “I just... I’m scared you’re going to go back to the way you were before all of this. Before living with me. I don’t know why you changed but I’m scared you’re gonna change again, Tommy.”

Now it was your turn to use his childhood nickname. When he was eleven, he yelled at you to stop, and you did. But it almost slipped out so many more times after that. Unlike your nickname, his didn’t have a bad omen connected to it.

Tom flushes red as you use the nickname, not out of anger, but because he was embarrassed and flustered, “I’m not gonna change, y/n.” His eyes are soft, his features match yours as he pulls you in closer towards him, “I promise... I won’t change.”

When the night rolled around, you found Tom pulling you around the streets of London, he wore a white t-shirt that hugged his figure nicely and a pair of black jeans and a denim jacket. He looked good... really good, to say the least. You loved how simplistic he could be. You loved how cute he was when he smiled.

“What are we gonna eat?” You questioned him softly, but it came out as more of a whine as your stomach let out another call for help.

Tom looked at you, his eyes flicking over your figure once more, jumper and jeans. How you fit so perfectly in anything you wear – active wear to the pencil skirt and blouse you wear to work. He hadn’t noticed it and neither had you, but you’d basically been living in the hoodie Tom had given you when you first visited set. It held his scent, and it was a jumper from the set of No Way Home itself. But it was a reminder of him you were happy to have.

“Well, we could go for Chinese, or we could go for Indian.” He suggests but you stop and pull his hand back as the two of you walk.

“Ice-cream. I want ice-cream. Sticky, creamy, Turkish ice-cream, Tommy.” You practically beg, “Please. Please. Please.”

He laughs looking down at your pleading eyes... and he can’t resist. He can’t resist you because you are perfect in every single way. You are sweet. You are helpful. You don’t lose your temper as easily as he does, and you are worth way more than Tom could ever imagine for himself and although all he wants is you. He doesn’t think himself worthy enough because when you look at the past – he’s not. He’s not worthy of you. But you want him anyway. You’d never tell him that... and he’d never tell you either.

As he watched you happily eat your ice cream with a smile, Vanilla flavoured, and sweet. He eats his own chocolate, basking in the immense flavour that it brings and even though the two of you should be eating proper food, Tom can’t blame you for making him get it... because it’s good. As he watches you eat your ice-cream, he feels himself shift. Thinking about you.

Thinking only about you. Think about how you’d taste. He knows he shouldn’t let his mind go there. Not when he’s right here with you and can’t have you. Won’t let himself want you.

He thinks about you. He thinks about the sounds you’d make when you moan. He thinks about how well his cock would fit inside of you, giving you pleasure. He thinks about how easy it would be to make you cum with his tongue over and over and over again. Making you scream his name and bask in the flavour of him. He thinks about the way your eyes should stare into his as he fucks you fucking senseless. Over and over and over again. He wants to feel you cum over and over and over again.

He shuts down his thoughts as fast as they come on. You’d never think of Tom like this – that’s what he convinces himself. But he doesn’t know that you have. That you’ve thought of him pounding into you so hard you can’t seem to find yourself walking the next day. You want to feel his tongue on your clit, devouring you like it should be his last meal on earth – the last thing he eats before he plummets to his certain death. You want to feel his tongue on your thighs and his cock inside of your tight dripping cunt. Sometimes it’s all you can think about.

Especially when he’s on set. Doing backflips in that godforsaken suit you’ve seen almost every day for the past three weeks. The suit turns you on, you won’t lie. You can’t lie to yourself. It’s been impossible... and you’ve been damned from the start.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving next week.” You say quietly, “I almost don’t want you to go.” You laugh.

“I almost don’t want to leave.” He confesses, “I don’t want to leave.” He licks his ice cream.

“So where are you headed next?” You question him.

“Atlanta.” He nods softly, “That’s where the rest of the movie will be filmed, as well as New York, but that’s in the last few weeks of filming anyway.”

You chuckle, “Part of me knows that if you would’ve just continued to be mean to me, saying goodbye would be much easier.”

He shakes his head, “I just... I don’t know... I couldn’t do it anymore. Seeing more of your life snapped me out of it. Getting to know you better, snapped me out of it. I knew you but I didn’t know you and now I do.”

You look over at him, “Tell me what’s really changed, then.”

“Well, for instance, you sing in the shower.” He chuckles at your wide eyes, “Don’t worry it’s endearing... you also go down for snacks during the middle of the night. I buy shit and you eat it!” He laughs at your wide eyes once more.

“Don’t worry, I don’t care about cookies too much.” He shrugs, “You also pick at your nail polish all the time. Your fingers are never the same colour for more than one day.”

You laugh, “In my defence, I get anxious.” You shrug.

“Better than biting them off.” He smiles.

You lick your ice cream, “Exactly.” You grin back at him.

But it all dawned on you for real... He was leaving next Sunday, and that was it. You wouldn’t see him for a while. Not if he didn’t stay in contact with you. You wanted him to... so you told him, “Are you gonna text me? Are you gonna call?”

He looks over at you with a small glimmer of hope in his eyes, “Is that what you want?” He asks you, “I’m not even sure I’ve got your number.”

“Pass me your phone.” You roll your eyes, punching in your number and texting him, “There... now you can reach me anywhere in the world.”

WEEK FIVE – OLD HABITS (DON’T) DIE HARD.

It was unfortunate that the two of you just so happened to have a bad week on Tom’s last. Filming for Tom was dragging out longer than ever, he hadn’t had a day off this whole week, and it was Sunday night... he wanted to see you and yet, you were stressed to. Neither of you had time for each other.

The marking of hundreds of tests from Exam Week had just begun and you were being pressured by everyone around you to be done. To get your work done. You had no time for you and no time for Tom. All you wanted to do was spend time with him and yet, if you did you think you would explode.

Not because of him – but because of the immense stress. He would do the same if he was being quite honest... and really? Truly? You had been putting Tom on edge. He didn’t know why. He was tired and honestly? He was just over everything. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted space... but when you’re living with someone else you don’t get much of that. Especially in a house as small as yours, where the living room connects to the dining room and the kitchen and the only other space, he has is upstairs where your room connects to his and one bathroom.

Tom started to avoid you and you started to avoid Tom – both of you in fear of pushing each other away with your words. So, you just ended up spending less time together.

... whoever thought that would be why you and Tom avoided each other?

You would’ve done so if he treated you like shit for five weeks. You would’ve avoided him... but he made his way into your heart. He really made his way into your heart. He lodged himself in there and you did the same to him. It was stupid and dumb and all you wanted was to cry in his arms because of how much work you were doing. How late you would be staying up and he wanted to do the same.

But as this chapter’s called Old Habits (Don’t) Die Hard... they don’t. They don’t die hard. Not at all... and it’s unfortunate you had to find out this way.

You and Tom ran into each other on Sunday night. The last night he was spending here, and you’d barely seen him all week. You missed him... bad.

Just looking at him was enough to make you cave. Enough to make you want to wrap your arms around him – but his tone... it cut, and it cut sharp. A tone you never thought you’d hear from Tom again. One he promised you he wouldn’t use ever again.

You were friends.

So why did it feel like you weren’t?

“Move out of the way, y/n.” He huffs, as he tries to move past you.

You shake your head, “No... I miss you, Tom. We’ve barely spoken all week, and this is your last night here. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong.” Tom looks at you, his eyes pierced. God was he good at pushing you away – although this time you didn’t budge.

“No.” You stand your ground, “Tell me what’s wrong with you, Tom?”

“What’s wrong with me is that you won’t get out of my fucking way, so I can go to the kitchen and grab a glass of fucking water.”

You moved aside, but followed him into the kitchen, “Why are you acting like this, Tom?” You question, “You know I’m here for you.”

He scoffs, “I’M STRESSED OUT!” He raises his voice, “And you’re not making it any better, y/n.”

“Oh...” You look at him, “You don’t think I’m not stressed, Tom? You don’t think my job is hard? I stay up night after night trying to work hard for these students.”

“It’s not working.” He mutters under his breath – you heard it... but you wanted to be sure he really said it.

“What’d you say?” You question him.

His hands are now on the kitchen counter as he looks down at the marble, before he looks up at you, “I said it’s not working.” He scoffs, “You work your ass off and it doesn’t work.” His tone it’s condescending, and you don’t want to believe what he’s saying is true.

Because he promised you... he promised you he wouldn’t be like his old self ever again. He promised you that he changed... it hurts your heart. More than you’d admit, and Tom could say the same as he looks into your eyes, his exterior still tough but regretting everything he’s said to you in the past five minutes... but as you look up at him with anger... all of his thoughts perish.

“FUCK YOU!” You laugh is dry and smooth out of your throat, “God, you like that don’t you? Treating me like shit. You made a promise Tom. You made a promise you wouldn’t treat me like FUCKING SHIT EVER AGAIN... and you’re doing it now.”

You stare into his eyes. Fire. Red is all you see.

“I thought I could live never knowing why you fucking hated me all my life. Why you made me cry every fucking day. You tormented me for the better half of everything and you wanna know what I think? I think you’re an insecure jerk who has absolutely nothing better to do because you’re a scumbag, you’re a piece of shit, Tom. That’s all you’ve ever been.”

“God, I fucking hate you. I hate everything about you.” You shake your head, “I hate how you were nice to me for the past month and a half and now you’re acting like an absolute dick because you’re leaving tomorrow... use me for a place to stay and then leave.”

“Was that your plan, Tom?” You question him, “Was that your plan all along? To fucking use, me... you know what? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was.”

Tom stares at you as you speak, shaking his head, “No. Y/n. My plan wasn’t to use you, I thought I could like you, tolerate you... but fuck you’re the worst person I’ve ever met. You wanna know why I hate you? Because you stole the spotlight from me every single goddamn fucking time! Paddy sees you as more as a sibling than he sees me. Sam and Harry? You’re closer with them. MY FUCKING PARENTS probably love you more than me.” He scoffs, “So I hate you, y/n. Because you stole my fucking life and you’ve wasted the past five weeks of them too.”

Tom walks up to his room, leaving you stunned. You finally know what you did – and you didn’t even mean to do it.

“Paddy, c’mon. You gotta eat.” Tom sighs, “Please.”

He shakes his way, “I like the way Y/n makes it... yours is gross.”

Tom sighs, irritated, clenching his jaw, “Well y/n isn’t here right now... and it’s just pepperoni pizza. I made it just like she said.”

Paddy shakes his head, “No you didn’t... can she come over, and do it? Oh! Maybe we can watch Star Wars.”

“Paddy, I thought we were gonna watch those together.” Tom frowns.

Paddy shakes his head once more, “Nah, she has all these fun facts about the movies and every time we watch, she’s got something knew... watching with you would be boring.”

Tom watches his brother walk away as he looks down at the pizza he made, feeling tears well up in the sockets of his eyes, taking a bite of his pizza, he sighs, “Tastes the same.” He mutters to himself.

Sam and Harry ran down the stairs bumping into Tom. It was Halloween and Tom was ready to go, he had his Spider-Man costume on and a tote bag, ready to take his younger brothers trick-or-treating.

“You guys ready to go?”

The two brothers exchange a glance, “Oh...” Harry starts, “Well, we told Y/n we’d go with her since she just got her lisence... and Paddy’s with his friends... What about Haz?”

“He’s with his girlfriend.” Tom sighs, “It’s... It’s fine. Have fun, I guess.” He shrugs, waiting by the door all night for the kids who wanted to Trick-or-Treat.

Tom sits on the couch as he watches his parents come down the stairs, “Where are you guys headed? I thought we were supposed to hang out today.” He questions his parents.

“Oh! Y/n is graduating from university... she’s going to become a history teacher.” Tom’s mother says proudly, “We’re so proud of her! She’s been working so hard.”

“So why are you guys going?” Tom questions his parents once more as they look at each other.

Sitting down in front of him, to have a short conversation, his father speaks, “Tom... Y/n is like one of our children... you can’t expect us not to go... we love her as much as we love you.”

It hurt him... All those times everyone had left him – for you. That’s what drove his hatred for you. But now he knew why everyone had left him for you. Because you were kind. You were beautiful and sweet. You were a good friend. You had made Tom happier than most people had in his whole entire life in the past five weeks.

Paddy was right, when the two of you watched Star Wars, you had facts for almost every scene and most of the time he wants people to shut up when you watch movies. He didn’t want you to. You were interesting and you always giggled at the stupid jokes in the movies. Sometimes you’d fall asleep, and Tom would carry you to bed... it seemed like that happened a lot.

You were a good driver, and always offered to take him everywhere when you could. Given, most days you were at school, you always made the effort to drive. He appreciated the gesture of you picking him up from set, always driving smooth enough to let Tom get a little sleep before waking him up when he got home to your house... which had started to become, well, home.

His parents were right... you worked hard. For everything you had. For everything you owned and everything you did. You were a beautiful, stunning girl and you had strong opinions and that’s what made you who you are. You say sorry after everything even after you weren’t supposed to. His parents were right. You taught hard, you worked hard.

He loved you as much as they loved you – probably more.

He’d never tell you that – maybe, maybe, going back to the same place the two of you were before would be for the better... maybe, if Tom started to hate you again, this would all be easier. That’s why he yelled and tried to push you away.

...so why did this hurt more than a thousand suns... a thousand knifes to the heart?

MONDAY was harder than you thought it would be. Tom had left as early as possible. Getting an Uber to take him to the airport. His stuff was gone when you treaded to his room to apologise.

You were supposed to take him to the airport.

Sighing, you went downstairs and made yourself breakfast. At seven am you expected Tom to run through the door, all sweaty. Shirt stuck to his chest – but... he didn’t.

He didn’t run through the door when you expected him to. He wasn’t there and he wouldn’t be there. He’d never be there... and your heart hurt because of it. You didn’t want to go to school. You didn’t want to do anything because you didn’t have Tom here to do it with you. He had become your rock. Your motivation.

Tom sat on the plane feeling the same. He regrets not telling you how he felt. He regrets not telling you anything. He regrets not apologising before he left because he thinks that you think he meant everything he said to you. But he didn’t... he didn’t mean any of it.

Your co-workers and students could tell something was wrong but didn’t press on the issue. It wasn’t their place to. You don’t know if you’re thankful for that or if you’re upset about it – wondering if people actually cared. If anything, you were doing was actually working. If your life was the way you wanted it to be... or had it been the way you wanted it to be.

Had you enjoyed picking up Tom from work? Had you enjoyed him picking you up from work? Obviously, if Tom was overseas none of that could happen because your life is here, and Tom’s is there and yet... you need them to collide and crossover.

You need to be with him.

But he wasn’t here. He wouldn’t be here for a long time... so that was just the way it was. Waiting for Tom. Waiting for a man who’s going to come back... waiting for someone you know will come back.

Night dawns in on London. Tom left earlier, even though his flight was meant to leave that night. He left before you woke up and practically hung out at the airport all day because he couldn’t bear to see how hurt you were.

Tom sighs getting on the plane with Zendaya, “What’s up with you?” She questions.

“Y/n and I... we got in a fight. It was bad.” He says quietly, “I think I really messed things up with her.”

“Probably.” Zendaya laughs softly.

“What do you mean?”

“Tom, you’ve been rude to her for almost all your life... you thought something wouldn’t happen? Y/n knew it. Y/n was worried that you’d go back to the same ways. She told you... and you did it, Tom... you did what she feared you would do.”

Tom stayed silent for a moment, “I miss her, and it hasn’t even been a whole seven hours.” He murmurs, looking up at Zendaya, “I love her, Z. I’ve been such a fucking idiot all her life and I love her... so much.”

She sighs, “You have been an asshole, you gained back her trust, and then you fucked it all up again... you can tell her you love her. You can try and build back everything you gained from her – but she’ll always be scared. Not if you don’t prove to her that you can be different.”

Tom looks back at the door to the airport, going in, looking back at Zendaya, “Do you think it’s too late?” He questions.

“Tom, she’s fallen for you – she’s long gone... Even before you moved in with her, she loved you... she told me, herself.”

“Fuck...” Tom sighs, “I gotta – I gotta go.”

You shut your laptop; your ticket booked. You need to see Tom. You need to tell him how you feel what you feel. God, you missed him so much. You told work you’d be away for two days. You were going to visit him and if all else failed, you didn’t know what you would do. The rain was pouring down, when you ran out your front door and down to your car. You didn’t. You collided with the floor – and collided with someone else.

“Ow!” You hold your head, “I’m-”

Your eyes meet Tom’s.

You felt like you could finally breathe again. You felt like everything was good. You felt like everything was falling into place... it had barely been seven hours. Seven hours since you had last seen him, and you could cry. You started to cry.

Tom’s arms wrapped around you as you both sat on the floor, not saying a single word. Your tears seeping into Tom’s jumper, before he noticed you wearing his jumper that he gave you back on the first week of living with you.

You tug him closer as you keep crying into his jumper. Not being able to say a single word. Just cry, your sobs filling the air as he places a kiss on your head, being the first one to speak,

“I’m here.” He whispers as you cry harder, pulling him in, “Hey, it’s okay... tell me what’s wrong.”

You pull yourself out of his grasp, “What’s wrong is that I’m in love with you!” You sob, “I’ve been in love with you for all my life and all you’ve done is a complete ass. I’d never steal your family from you, Tom... all those times I hung out with them, you could’ve come! You didn’t even come to my graduation!”

Tom’s eyes well with tears, “Every day I lived here I felt guilty for everything... I hated you because I was arrogant and ignorant and... when you helped me back in high school, I... I started to like you and I should’ve let myself, but, then Halloween rolled around, and my brothers ditched me to hang out with you... if they had asked me to go with them I would’ve... I would’ve gone and your graduation, I should’ve gone... I’m so proud of you, okay? And I haven’t ever been the nicest, not even when I wanted to.”

“You don’t have to trust me, you don’t have to jump in with me right now, but I love you and I want to be with you... but I want to prove myself to you, that I can be better.”

You look into Tom’s eyes, a couple tears rolling down your puffy red eyes, “You’ve done that... you’ve proven yourself already... you’ve proven you can change. We got into an argument, sure, but now that everything is in the open... we can be better... you can be better.”

He nods, his face drifting closer to yours, “Let me be better... let me be yours.”

“You already have me.” You whisper as his lips land on yours.

There’s something different in the kiss. It’s soft and sweet and the taste of salt is not missed. Your lips are in flurry, tongues mixing together, intertwined as the two of you were on the floor of your deck. The rain pours down around you and you can hear the patter of it on the roof above you.

Tom’s hands run over your body, making you shiver, as you pull away softly, “You have me, Tom... all of me.” You whisper quietly as you feel your body lift the floor and the front door close behind you. Kisses on your lips, strong and soft. Full of passion.

“P-Please.” You mutter against his lips, “Please.” You beg.

“Please, what?” He questions you softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Fuck me,” you breath, “I’ve wanted you for so long, please.”

You feel your core dripping and pulsating already, needy for Tom’s touch. You need all of him and your body won’t stop wanting until he actually touches you – and even then, it might not stop. Nothing will ever stop. Your want and need for him will never stop.

His hands are cold as he pulls you up the stairs, placing you down on your bed, kissing your neck, your jawline. Your cheeks, your nose, your forehead. His hands trailing up your shirt as he does so. Your hands intertwined in his as he kisses every inch of you. You can feel your core tense, and you can feel yourself flush. God, your cunt aches for him.

Your breath comes out soft, needy... and you can feel Tom smirk as his lips keep connecting with your hot skin. A chuckle escapes his lips, leaving the ghost of his breath, “You’ve waited so long, can’t wait any longer, can you?”

You shake your head, “No... No, I can’t.” Tom’s hands go to lift up your shirt, searching your eyes for permission, “Do... do whatever you want... I don’t care.” You say breathlessly, “I just- I just want you.” Your breathless and Tom knows how needy you are for him.

He lifts your shirt over your head, and you pull off your panties and sweatpants – he’s baffled by the site of you. How perfect you look for him. How you’re only his and nobody else’s, “Fuck you are so beautiful...” He trails off.

Kissing your neck once more, Tom doesn’t stop there. Moving his lips lower and lower, in-between your breasts, down your stomach... and right above your aching cunt. You feel yourself subconsciously buck forward, needy for everything he has to give you. For his tounge, fingers and cock to touch you in the one place that needs the most attention. His patience is strong and yours is running thin.

“Please...” You mewl, “Please, Tommy.”

Tom listens to your begging as he swipes a finger over the lips of your pussy, your juices covering his thumb, “So fucken’ wet.” He smirks... and without any warning he dips in, his tongue running a line, making you moan.

His thumb stays on your sensitive, rubbing your clit as your moans remain desperate. Desperately needing more of him. Tom’s tongue moves faster against you. Pressing kisses against your clit, kitten-licking you and making circles around your clit. The way he eats your pussy is godlike. Bringing you closer and closer to your edge. To your heart’s desire... and Tom god, all he wants is to feel you cum all over his swollen, red, fucking lips. Moaning and groaning against your cunt.

He slips his middle finger into your wet hole. Needy and wanting... everything you’d been feeling over the past five weeks was finally coming full circle. Tom looks up at you as your head falls back, and your fingers become tangled into his brown curls. Desperately needing more of his tongue. For him to go faster – and harder. His tongue is addicting and the way his finger curls inside of you only leaves you wanting more and more – you can feel yourself getting closer. Closer and closer. Your cunt is pulsing as you feel yourself walking, about to dive off of that perfect edge. Your stomach fuelled by fire. You feel the bottom of your stomach tingle and your body shudder against Tom’s mouth.

“Fuck Tom! Jesus fucking Christ!” You moan breathless.

He can feel just how close you are as your cunt tightens around his finger, he pulls his mouth away for a slither of a second, “Cum for me, baby.” And then his mouth is right back on you, wanting to taste every last drop of your orgasm... and he does.

Fuck you’re sweet. You’re so fucking sweet. He’s thinking about how this will be the only thing on his mind for a long time. How your cunt and the taste of you will be something he wishes to never rid his tongue of. How the taste of you is addicting. You feel yourself, however, grow eager for more.

And Tom feels it too. His cock aching for your touch. His cock hard, wanting every inch of you, “Tom... fuck me, please... fuck me.”

Tom doesn’t wait another second before pulling down his pants, taking off his shirt. Letting you watch him strip for you. Looking down at his cock, wanting every inch of him inside of you, letting your eyes graze over him... “I wanna lick your abs.” You mutter quietly.

His eyes snap up at you, “What?” He questions with a short laugh.

“You were notsupposed to hear that.” You laugh, “They just look really... lickable.” You shrug.

Tom walks over, “We’ll see you to that then.” He presses a kiss on your lips, “But if I don’t fuck you right now, I might explode... where are the condoms?”

“They should be in this drawer.” You say leaning over to open it, but there’s nothing inside, “Fuck, I ran out.”

“Let me check my room, I’ll be right back.”

You bite your lip as you watch him walk away, desperately rubbing your thighs together, bucking your hips for some sort of desperate stimulation while he’s away and he lets out a laugh, “You are way too eager.” He whispers.

Walking over to you, you spread your legs, Tom positioning himself right at the entrance to your cunt, “You ready, Princess?” He whispers softly in your ear as you nod.

Tom’s cock slides inside of you and begins to move slowly, warming you up. The condom on his cock, giving you that slight bit more of lubrication than your pussy provides. He’s pressing against your cunt, rubbing your clit with his fingers and his lips on yours. You’re still reeling from your last orgasm. Your clit sensitive to every touch. You feel your hips buck against him.

“Fuck, Tom... you are going way too slow.” You say.

Tom moves quicker and all you can hear now is skin on skin, his balls slapping against the back end of your pussy, “Fuck,” He mutters looking down at you as your tits bounce. How your mouth widens when you moan, and your hips continue to keep bucking against the slit of his cock as he presses in on your g-spot. His hand moving from your clit to your stomach, applying some pressure onto you, and you let out another perfect moan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You groan needily, “Tom, please.” You beg.

He presses into your cunt harder. Your bodies moving together like mesh. Desperately and needy. Like water. Fluid and in motion. Your bodies are one – so much better than you ever could’ve imagined. Every single time you fucked yourself, rubbed your clit. Every single time you made yourself cum to the thought of him. Every single time you moaned his name needy... and now you were doing it for real. He was really the one making you cum. Pulling you to the edge. It was real and it wasn’t in your head and dreams like every time beforehand.

Tom felt the same way, finally pressing himself into you, rather than pumping his own cock with his hand. He loved feeling the way you felt. He loves feeling how wet you are for him. He was the one making you cum – making you feel good like everything he had thought about before. You were a daydream come true and he finally got to have you. Got to hold you. This was real. It wasn’t in his head – and he couldn’t believe it.

Tom’s head falls into the crevice of your neck as he fucks you senseless. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge and he can feel your cunt tightening too, “Fuck,” He swears, “’Mma cum.” He groans.

You moan, “Me- me too.”

You cum first, feeling your stomach grow hot and your body jerk forward. You falter slightly against Tom as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, a few moments after. It’s the first time someone’s ever cum with you – and the first time you’ve ever come so hard that your legs felt sore after... you have a feeling it won’t be the last time this happens either.

Tom rubs your inner thigh softly, as he throws out the condom and gets back in bed. Lying next to you, “You gotta go pee.” He whispers.

“I love it when you whisper dirty things to me.” You joke, “Thank you, Tom.”

“For what?”

You shrug, “For changing... You think I can’t trust you – and I don’t... but I also do. I trust that you will be a better person... I trust that you will treat me like your equal... I trust that you will love me if we do decide to be something... if you want to be something.” You hastily add.

He turns to face you in the depths and warmth of the sheets the two of you are buried under, “I want to be something.” He says quickly, “I do... I want to be something – more preferably your boyfriend.”

You smile, “I’d like that too... really, I would.” You cup his face in your hands, “Please believe me... I trust you.”

He smiles softly, “I believe you.”

You grin wider, “Okay, now... lemme go pee.” You giggle walking away.

THE EPILOUGE – THE BOY WHO LOVED YOU.

So that’s how you got here. Unable to live your life without Tom, unable to think without him or make a simple decision. Unable to live without Tessa. You lived in a house with Tom, and his dog and you missed him every single day when he left for America the next day after getting with you.

When your family found out it was safe to say that they were surprised. Tom did hate you, but after a few months everyone settled. You were happy and... so was Tom.

He still feels guilty all the time – and he’s always insecure about the things he says to you because he never wants to make you upset again – but you always assure him that you’re okay, that the two of you were okay.

Carefully, you look into Tom’s eyes, everyone knew about your relationship because of Instagram and it’s safe to say your students freaked out – the whole school pretty much had. You just laughed at all the questions they told you and offered some sweet stories to your students.

But tonight, was the premiere of No Way Home and it was your first red carpet actually being seen by the cameras... and actually being on Tom’s arm.

“I’m nervous.” You tell him, “I’m really, really nervous.” You whisper in the back of the limo. Zendaya was in a separate car – and you were with Tom. Jacob already got there, texting you a few moments before he arrived indefinitely.

“Y/n, it’ll be okay.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips, “We’re okay. They love you... all the fans they do love you.”

You groan, “Don’t! What if they change their mind one day and decide to dig up some crazy information on me.”

He laughs softly, “Darling, you’ve charmed them all as much as you’ve charmed me.”

Pulling upto the red carpet, finally ready to step out of the car, “You ready?” He questions you.

You nod, “It’s just me and you, right?”

“Me and you.” He places a kiss to your lips, and you can’t help but melt.

It wasn’t like this before – and now that it was, you’re not sure you would change anything that happened to lead you here. Lead you right to the love of your life.

The boy who hated you.

To the boy who loved you.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #roommates au

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Hi dear, hope you're having a great day/night (whatever time zone you're in). How would you feel about something angsty buy ending in fluff with Harry Holland and fem reader? Maybe something like reader mishearing Harry saying she's clingy and needy and distancing herself from him? And then fluff at the end? Thank you ❤️

Listen carefully, until the end, this time

word count: 1.4K

pairing; harry holland x reader

waring: angst, coarse language, low mental health

a/n: am i really disturbed because i really like to write this! Harry, my love, my munchkin, poor baby. This isn't proofread, so i'm sorry if this contains mistakes. In addition, I would really like to draw attention to: if anyone has mental health issues, or you feel depressed or anything, feel free to talk to someone about it or check out the apps that theBrotherstrust supports. Harry and Tom talk much better about it than I do, but I really suggest you take a look at the apps.

Misunderstanding

/ˌmɪsʌndəˈstandɪŋ/

noun

a failure to understand something correctly.

synonyms: misinterpretation, misapprehension

A simple word that brought you to the most distressing feeling of rejection you have ever felt. Curled up against the wall of your room, lying on the bed, with your head on your knees, you were sobbing while trying the worst possible scenarios in this situation.

Your work has taken a lot of energy these days, so you were looking for comfort anywhere you could find it. You felt that your mental health was dropping drastically and you clung to the few people who could give you the attention you deserved. Or that you thought you deserved. Yet it seemed that your boyfriend was establishing a distance between you that was gnawing at your insides. His face was cold, his thoughts often vague when you spoke to him. You felt the annoyance and gradually, a ditch opened.

Harry was, however, the most thoughtful kind of boyfriend, sending you flowers for your birthday, in anticipation of the party he would organize for you. Inviting you to the restaurant simply for the pleasure of going out... a simple walk would put balm in your heart both. But this was different.

The opportunity had presented itself for your circle of friends to meet for dinner at Harrison and his girlfriend’s. And you had to admit that, despite your mental health inflicting you a social anguish, you were relieved to be able for a moment, to enjoy an evening in all normality.

Dating Harry Holland involved dating a number of people whose popularity was overwhelming. He himself drew a lot of eyes. Dating Harry Holland meant accepting that your life would be scrutinized in every detail and pinned on the shelf of the web. Thus, photos of you, whose existence you had totally forgotten, were found scattered on the internet, aggreminted by a multitude of comments ranging from simple: "who is she ?!?" to "look at me this bitch, she doesn’t deserve it". Harry Holland was put on a pedestal for many individuals, mainly female, and who had a particular look at your boyfriend’s brother: Tom.

That’s why you decided to distance yourself from social media, like Tom did and Harry did. It was your boyfriend who had strongly advised you after having many times comforted you following untimely attacks by the Holland fan community. Your friends had at first believed that he was meticulously distancing you from them but you had argued so that they would learn the real reason: people could be obnoxious on the internet, masked by the smoke screen that was anonymity.

So it was obvious that a touch of normalcy would do you great good. Meeting your loved ones and exchanging platitudes with them would raise your spirits where your Harry was unable to do so now.

But you didn’t think that your need for attention would be as painful for your boyfriend. And as you were getting ready to bring him a new beer, while he was talking on the patio with Tom, you overheard a conversation that tore your heart out.

"You don’t understand, Tom. No matter what I do, she’s sticky and boring. I don’t know what to do."

There was a little pause during which you held your breath.

"Try to distance yourself from all this, Baz. It can’t be that bad."

"That’s what I’m already doing, Tom. You don’t understand, I want to throw it all away. It breaks my balls and I’m getting sick of it."

You didn’t wait a second longer to swallow your tears. You knew that Harry’s colorful vocabulary had always been loaded, he generally did not mince words. But hearing them in a conversation where you were the subject was the most heart-wrenching thing you’ve ever experienced. You shook Tuwaine in the way of your running, he stopped you the minute he heard your voice crack in your painful excuse to leave, sniffing shamefully.

"Hey.. Hey, what’s going on." he asked, worried. That man was a real sweetheart

"I.. I have to go, I’m not feeling very well."

"You want me to go get Harry.. I think he -.."

"No, no, please, Tuwaine. I’m just gonna go. I don’t really feel right now. I’m just gonna go home. Nice to see you."

Without delay, you grabbed your bag with haste and your coat before slamming the door, the sound causing the start of several guests.

And so you found yourself alone, pouring your anguish into the darkness of your room; shared with your boyfriend, the silence confronting your sobs and inverted. You never thought Harry could have such a picture of you. You never thought your need for attention was so exhausting to your boyfriend. But you were there, dwelling on his words indefinitely in your mind. Torturing yourself with the possibility of an inevitable break up.

Steps filled the appearance, agonizing, dying. They seemed to be languishing slowly, as if Harry was enjoying being able to drag your breakup. The squeaking of the door sounded like the doom of your relationship: it was over and you knew it.

"babe? omg what are you doing here. Is everything alright?"

Your sobs redoubled as you drew the rage of your messy feelings. You raised your eyes to the mass of curly auburn.With a strength that you were not sure you could draw from yourself, your body overwhelmed by sadness, you stood up, your eyes still overflowing with tears.

"You could have just told me, Harry. We’re adults."

"Tell you what? Y/N, what are you talking about?"

With a raw gesture you swept your tears from your face filled with sadness.

"I really thought that..."

"You thought what?" he pressed you

"That you loved me. I didn’t think I was such a burden. I thought you could understand, you who advocate good mental health."

Harry stretched out for a moment, stung in your speech. He was lost but even more so since you accused him of not understanding you. Even more so when you confide in him that you felt, or rather that he made you feel, like a burden to him.

"What are you talking about?"

"From your conversation with Tom" you almost screamed, your voice broken by your sobs. "I’m so boring and sticky, you want to blow it all away. I’m the girlfriend so disturbing I’m obviously busting your balls." You confessed, using his own words.

Your boyfriend’s face bleached, struck by the realization before the color of his chocolate eyes, darkened by your argument, warmed up and lit up a little more. He approached you gently, placing a hand on one of your arms in a comforting way as you stood on guard.

"My love, baby... I was talking about the character of Malicia...in my script with Tom"

You fell skinny, but fearful according to your - perhaps- former boyfriend. You knew that Harry and his brother continued to work on several scenarios, despite Tom’s busy schedule with his many film projects. You had been so caught up in your own problems that you didn’t realize your boyfriend was having trouble with his plans. You didn’t even seem to know that he had resumed writing.

"Your.. script?"

"Yes.. My female character is not endearing enough and I feel like she’s boring and terribly energy-consuming. I don’t know how I modified it to make it better, which is why I told Tom. I feel like it’s a reflection of my mental health right now. My mental health, not yours, baby. You thought I was...talking about you?" He shriveled but was really concerned about your sadness.

"Sure. You seemed so distant lately. And I tried in vain to spend time with you."

A slight smile came over his face before his arms surrounded you and hugged you. His lips came to kiss your forehead and Harry looked for your gaze, placing a finger under your chin so that your eyes would meet his.

"Listen carefully, until the end, this time." He smiled slightly, maliciously but profoundly tender. "I love you. I love you more than anything and you are absolutely not a burden to me. You know that I care about you and that when you are in trouble, you can tell me. I’ll be there. And I’m sorry if my behavior led you to think I didn’t care about you anymore. I love you"

Your sobs redoubled, a sudden relief from the anguish you had felt in the last few days, the last few hours. Your arms held Harry tighter against you as he sprinkled your hair with comforting kisses. You were releasing the pressure, relieved and happy to have such a perfect boyfriend.

"I love you," he said again and you couldn’t help but whisper "me too" very emotionally.

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love-strawberry · 2 years

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i'm happy, isn't that great

summary : in which she's writing love songs and adopting cats with the love of her life.

pairing : harry styles x reader (past), tom holland x reader

warnings : language

author's note : here you go, part iii!!!! hope you all like it!!! <3

tagged : @0oolookitsme @qualitygiantshoepsychic @ellora-brekker

lose you to someone else i

lost you to someone better ii

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y/n_ i love you tom, but you're an idiot <3

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-> y/n_ consider this payback for eating my muffins last week

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tomholland2013 we have three cats now and here's how this conversation went

y/n : you know what better than one cat? two cats. and what's better than two cats? three cats :) me : ...

anyways, meet casserole (caz for short), marshmallow and cookie and yes, marshmallow and cookie are lovers 😌

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-> tomholland2013 they love you too, im sure, they've been following you like mama cat since yesterday

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harryholland64 i'm coming over asap to meet my nephew and nieces

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harrystyles loved you once out now. hope you all like it x

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y/n_ "not good at being friends" out now!!! so so so fucking stoked to release this song, i hope you all like it!!! i would say that the inspiration behind this song is tom but i would be lying, so zendaya, the love of my life, this one is for you <3 ily

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tomholland2013 ouch... buT I'M SO PROUD OF YOU I LOVE IT I LOVE YOU

-> y/n_ hehe sorry and thANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU MORE

username yup, i want their love pls

samholland1999 so proud of sister-in-law <3

username "i used to think i'd never have the screen love but i feel like we're in a picture of our own"

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sharp-and-swift · 2 years

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⚡️ SHARP FIC PICKS ⚡️

(aka sharp’s fave smutty smut smut)

• UPDATED 09.18.22 •

I’ll be updating this list with my fave fics for easy access and I’m sharing it bc why WHY would I not want to spread the joy?

WARNING: there’s smut all over this so you NEED to be 18+ (minors DNI!!!) and even then proceed only if you’re comfortable with filth. Ye have been warrrrrned. Also, some of these might get angsty and/or fluffy and oh these are like the cherry on top of the smut sundae.

⚡️ All fics involve sex between/among consenting adults (18+).

Currently mostly who am I kidding it’s only consuming Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn x Reader and Steddie x Reader fics but plan to update with my other loves Tom Hiddleston/Loki and Luke Thompson /Benedict Bridgerton as well.

⚡️ I’ll be reblogging fics randomly but this is where they all go to sleep at night. Follow/filter by #sharpficpicks so you don’t miss the goods.

(this is my first time ever doing anything like this so if I’m going about it the wrong way/you don’t want me linking to your fics/anything at all, just lmk and I’ll fix those mistakes!)

Come join me as we dive into the pot of golden smut at the end of the fanfic rainbow 🌈✨

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STRANGER THINGS

EDDIE x READER

PART I (fic list ending on 8.12.22)

PART II (ongoing list as of 8.18.22)

Distracted (fem!reader) by @roanniom

Inexperienced Eddie Being All Flustered; Soft, Gentle Sex w/Eddie; Eddie’s Guitar Pick Necklace (fem!reader) by @ringpop-poppy

Give it a Try (fem!reader) by @tenseoyong

Baby Talk (fem!reader) by @strangermarvelss

Nothing Else Matters (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiesdenimvest

Eddie’s Throne (fem!reader) by @eddiesdenimvest

Good Boy and Insatiable Girl (fem!reader) by @peterthepark

18 (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiesdenimvest

Eddie relieving you while you watch fireworks from your window (fem!reader) by @erosso

No One Knows (fem!reader) by @goldustwomun

When We Were High (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiemunsonswhxre

Move Me, Baby (fem!reader) by @cryptidcasanova

Camping (fem!reader) @munson-trashcan

Wrapped Around Your Finger (fem!reader) by @lilacletter

Can I Borrow Your Bed? (fem!reader) Part I, Part II by @hard-candy-writing

Play Pretend (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @webslinger-holland

“Good Morning Sweetheart” (fem!reader) by @dakotalun

"I'm not wearing any underwear... thought you'd like to know." (fem!reader) by @mypoisonedvine

Drink the Lake (fem!reader) by @silkscream

Boo? and Boo? Spellbound (fem!reader) by @eagerbby

Only You (fem!reader) by @eagerbby

First Time (fem!reader) by @forever-rogue

Just Where Our Bones Will Rest (fem!reader) by @indouloureux

She’s Trouble (fem!reader) by @wroteclassicaly

Made For Lovin’ You (fem!reader) by @xechowritesx

New Sensation and Need You Tonight (fem!reader) by @darkdarkroom

Mechanic!Eddie (fem!reader) by @sweetpeapod

Series (ongoing and 3+ parts)

Worlds Apart (fem!reader) Parts 1 through 12 here [*will update as chapters are released] by @munsons-maiden

I Just Want You [another epic series, loving it!] (fem!reader) Parts 1 through 14 here [*will update as chapters get released] by @eddiesdenimvest

Dealer’s Choice; Double Down; Down to the Felt; Take The Edge Off (fem!reader) by @ohcaptains

When I Think About You, I Touch Myself Part I and Part II; Call Me [part of the same series] (fem!reader) by @prettyboyeddiemunson

Ourobouros [3-part series] (fem!reader) by @rosemaremembrance

Meet the Munsons (fem!reader) by @mypoisonedvine

Spring Break (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 by @strangermarvelss

Days of the Week: Tuesdays?, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Saturday, Sunday, Monday (fem!reader) by @munson-trashcan

A Little Push (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Part 3 is Steddie x fem!reader) by @ladyfogg

Forbidden Fruit (fem!reader) Part I, Part II by @munsonquinns

STEDDIE x READER

@peachesworld96 has an incredible series with more to come! Best read in order IMO but do your thing

Good Vibrations (fem!reader)

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boys (fem!reader)

Crazy On You (fem!reader)

Burning For You (fem!reader)

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one, two, three (fem!reader) by @indiefilmfatale

Rock The Night (fem!reader) by @stranger-nightmare

Wild Parts [series] (fem!reader) Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV by @xdirtyx

Matters of Taste (fem!reader) by @rosemaremembrance

Dangerous Woman (fem!reader) by @eddiemslvt

There’s No I In Threesome [series] (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 by @corrodedhawkins

Baby (fem!reader) by @eddiemunsonbrxinrot

A Little Push, Part 3 (fem!reader) by @ladyfogg

Meddle About (fem!reader) by @peterthepark

JOSEPH QUINN x READER

One of my favorites is the Sleepless series by @timejumpbucky holy God it’s sweltering

Sleepless [Part 1] (fem!reader)

Sleepless [Part 2] (fem!reader)

Other amazing JQxReader fics:

Love Me More (afab!reader) by @indouloureux

Reader and Joseph on Honeymoon (fem!reader) by @indouloureux

Role Play (fem!reader) by @corrodedhawkins

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#eddie munson smut #eddie fucking munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn smut #joe quinn x reader #steddie smut #steddie fanfic #steddie #steddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn fanfiction #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut #steve Harrington x eddie Munson x reader #sharpficpicks

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userholland · 2 years

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getaway town | one (t. holland)

genre: summer love, strangers to lovers, domestic/fluff, mutual pining, light smut

pairing: actor!tom holland x female!reader

series summary: tom needs time away from the city and a break from acting so, he travels to a nice lake house in upstate new york for the rest of the summer (without having his cover blown). he finds the peace and quiet refreshing, along with his trips to the local market where he’s met with a beautiful smile from the girl behind the register.

warnings: drinking alcohol, the brits naturally swearing, cocky!tom (?), celebrity relationship drama mention, reader being very domestic!

word count: 4.3k

songs inspired: this love & i know places by taylor swift

a/n: i hope this first chapter hits. to start, i usually do loaded word counts but im gonna pace myself and do smaller word counts and more chapters! so, four chapters isn't the max. but, it's a bit sad in the beginning, but it's just to establish tom's life and then compare it to what happens later. thought a summer fic could be a little nice for the little content happening rn. always appreciate the love ♡

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Tom was burnt out.

His loss of inspiration and motivation in his acting had dimmed the spark that once shined in his presence, on and off screen. Once he dreamed of a full-on, Hollywood life, but now that he’s gotten a taste of it, Tom wanted to take a few steps back.

He missed home, but people knew his neighborhood. He missed his friends, but that was at the cost of being photographed as soon as he touched down in LA or any big city. He missed having days to himself where he didn’t worry about what he was seeing or who he was seen with.

“You need to go on a vacation, mate.” His friend, Harrison, insisted.

Tom scoffed, “I can’t. Anywhere I go, I have someone ask me for a picture. Then, saying ‘no’ makes me the dickhead and if I say ‘yes’ that means people know where I am.”

“A famous person’s Catch-22.” Harrison jeered.

A small smirk painted on Tom’s thin lips. He twisted the dented beer cap on the glass top of the kitchen table, his bright brown eyes admiring the paintings and abstract artwork hung on the walls of the house rented for him while filming. Production ended a week ago, but the rental was nice enough to stay a few days without having to wake up at the crack of dawn for shooting or working out.

At least the neighbor’s tried to mind their business, but it was hard to when a gigantic, black SUV pulled up in front of the house for almost two months– Tom out there long enough for them to snap a picture through their drapes of their front windows.

Tom took another sip of his beer (fourth beer of the night), “I’m just in a slump. Maybe, I’m homesick and that’s it. I need to go home and I’ll stay for as long as I can then, I’ll be back and ready to work, I guess.”

He said it with such false hope, almost wishing he sounded this good when met with angsty roles he portrayed in his movies.

“Alright, well. I hate to hear you so down, mate. But, once you’re here, we’ll go out somewhere. A calm, cool night with the boys.”

“I doubt that.” Tom muttered, taking a long chug.

Tom tilted his head back as he finished his fourth beer, already contemplating another just to get through another night. These days, he would only toss and turn in unfamiliar guest sheets only to finally take a peak through his dry eyes open to painfully see the sun peaking over the horizon.

He never could burden anyone with how he truly felt, not even his family. He feared all he would get is, “You need to take a break”. While that may have been reassuring to others, Tom wanted to keep going. He didn’t want to give in on these feelings that sometimes got him through his long days on set.

“I’ll see you in a few days.” Harrison told him.

Tom nodded, “Looking forward to it.” He trailed before hanging up.

Another long sigh left his lips. He put his phone on the charge before grabbing another beer from the fridge. Without hesitation, Tom popped the cap off the ale as he moved back to his same, comfortable spot on the huge couch.

He placed the bottle cap on the table in exchange of taking the remote and turning on some mindless TV show that he could doze off to. His homesickness sunk into his body just as he starting sinking into the soft couch.

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A week later, Tom was back in London and his presence was more than known since he touched down at Heathrow. It was expected of him to think that no matter where he went that people would know him, but he tried to not let it go to his head at the same time. The gray line between humble and egotistical.

Tom was met with hugs from his whole family, luckily all in the same place at one time, and even bigger, bear hugs from his friends he hadn’t seen in a few months. Even if the occasional phone accidently flashed a picture, Tom thoroughly enjoyed going out and tried to soak it up while he could.

“When do you head back?” Harrison asked, sat facing Tom in the booth of the small pub.

“Two days. But, it’s been nice.” Tom replied, but his eyes connected to Tessa, who was laying against his lap and licking at his hand for more pets on her head, “You were right, I needed to get out of my head, be somewhere familiar… especially with my Tess.” Tom cooed at the gray dog nuzzling her face against his hand.

“Hmm.” Harrison mumbled, the brightness of his photo screen lighting up his eyes.

“Are you even listening to me?” Tom trailed.

“I am… and look.” Harrison turned his phone toward Tom’s face.

On the screen were rental houses, many colors, shapes and sizes, all in the upstate New York area– far enough from the city to call it a different place in the same state.

“Your getaway. Well, sort of getaway. I’m sure your manager can figure out something because you don’t have to film your other movie until the end of the year.” Harrison suggested.

The more Tom scrolled down, the bigger the picture he painted for himself of relaxing at a lakehouse with only birds to wake up to and a calm front with ducks to stare at through whatever window. A smile grew on his face without even knowing. This was a great idea (but he wasn’t going to admit that to Harrison just yet).

“It’s nice.” Tom shrugged, reverting back to a straight face, “But, I’ll see.”

Harrison still smiled, “You know you want to. Just a month, even two weeks. Bring Tess, throw a ball. I don’t know, I’m rambling now, but you get what I mean.” He said as he took his phone back.

As Tom twisted his lips in contemplation, his heart was set on a definite ‘yes’. It almost baffled him that he didn’t come up with the idea, but he only realized that he hadn’t taken a well-deserved back in almost two years.

“‘I’ll see’ or ‘Harrison, you’re right, and you are the best friend anyone could have’?” The dirty-blonde mocked, teasing his tired friend.

Tom chuckled, “I’ll see, you dickhead.”

When Tom left the comfort of the local bar, with Tessa on her leash, he couldn’t help but be anxious once he was alone. It’s not because the streets weren’t well-lit or the neighborhood was bad, but he would take a second glance if a car passed with tinted windows.

He could have called a cab, a van, even ask for his chauffeur for his safety, but Tom wanted to feel normal and not the superstar actor persona his fans romanticized and admired. Anyone would say he’s ungrateful for his own fame and not understand who wouldn’t want to be famous, so Tom closed himself off from venting about it. Especially his manager, Georgina.

Once he walked into her office, she gave him a big, cheeky smile, “What’re you doing here so late?”

Tessa walked up to Georgina’s legs, sitting before getting pet on her soft head.

“I wanted to talk to you.” Tom trailed, coiling the leash around his hand out of nervousness.

“About?” She cocked her eyebrow.

“A vacation… possibly.”

She glanced back up at the curly-haired brunette, “Now? You’ve just shot an entire movie and now you want to Spain or Italy?”

“I was thinking something more secluded and private. I saw some places and I can pay the expenses is all, now I need the okay from you… and the rest of the team.” Tom trailed, sitting in one of the two lounge chairs in front of her desk.

“Tommy,” She sighed, “You know I’d love to, but we’re on a schedule with your movie in post-production. The PR team and I have spoken and we have dates, destinations, interviews. It’s all a lot. Even you sat in those meetings.” She carefully explained, “Plus we booked earlier interviews since your breakup with Tate and-”

“I understand, but…” Tom interrupted from the sting in his heart, “I work… everyday. I’ve never taken a long break before and honestly, those meetings about me and my whole life bore me to death. I want at least a month to think for myself and not transition from whatever character I’m playing or what diet I have to adjust to.” He huffed.

Georgina saw the glassiness in Tom’s brown eyes, keeping a genuine tone and maintaining eye contact. Sometimes she was never sure when Tom was in a dramatic mood to get what he wanted, but she’s never doubted him and his gut.

“It comes with the title of being a superstar. What else do you want me to say?” She sighed, but feeling for him, “Especially right now when you’re under a microscope because of what happened with you and-”

“Three weeks at least?” Tom cut her off before she could barely speak her name again, “I’ll arrange anything I need to, but no telling the press I’m leaving. Please…”

She didn’t want to admit Tom had been acting different lately. Snobby but tired was the words she thought of, but would never say out loud. That bright and shiny 21-year-old seemed more than ages ago– he was just worn down.

“Let’s talk in the morning while I figure out how to move your schedule tonight. Consider it a favor.” Georgina sat up in her office chair, and already swiping open her iPad to see what is possible.

Tom cracked a cheeky smile, “You’re the best, Georgina.”

“You didn’t have to tell me that.” She waved at him as he began to exit with Tessa.

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Flashing lights and consistent, actually annoying, cameras clicking from every which way. Tom kept is dark sunglasses on, tilting his worn Yankees cap down to avoid the blinding view. He could barely see where he was going if his two security guards weren’t leading by each side of him, safely taking him to his rental SUV in the front of the airport terminal.

Tessa was taken by someone else, guiding her from the back to avoid the crowd hovering over her or possibly stepping on one of her paws. Tom kept looking over his shoulder ot see if she was there, but frankly, he wanted to keep going the more this crowd was closing in on him.

I’m not gonna miss this, Tom thought.

Once he was escorted to the driver’s seat, Tessa crawled up to the passenger’s seat as two or three men put his luggage in the back. The reporters and cameramen hoarded on the right side of the car, pushing their lenses and microphones against the window and continued asking their nosey & directed questions.

After all the car doors were closed and locked, Tom carefully drove off without another glance and merged into the airport exit lane. Suddenly, the noise around the car was quiet and the low volume of the radio was clear.

“Alright, Tess. Next stop, Lake Moonlit.” He sighed, rubbing the top of Tessa’s head then tapping the address on the large touch screen.

The GPS calculated that Tom (and Tessa) would be at his rental in four and a half hours. He sighed, but figured he could listen to those ‘mind-blowing’ podcasts and audiobooks his friends recommended. If anything, he was more worried about backing out by the time he got halfway there.

Tom couldn’t deal with his thoughts, so he reached out and turned the knob to increase the volume of whatever song his phone left off on from the plane. As the clouds moved from the sun, he grabbed his sunglasses in the side of his backpack then adjusted his cap low. The further from the city, the better.

Bright-green foliage swayed in the wind and birds flew past the blue skies an hour into the drive. The day was almost perfect to be on a lake, away from the loud noises of the city, and white-lights of paparazzis.

As Tom felt his troubles already pass him by the higher he drove on the land, his ears popping the more hills he curved until seeing only gravel roads. The sunroof was wide open, letting the fresh air flow through the car and sun warm Tom’s skin. Tom turned to see Tessa panting with her head out the window, making him genuinely smile (in a while).

There were some sharp slopes until the woods cleared and there was a beautiful lake with the winding road around the outside. The lake houses had some distance between them, so Tom wasn’t worried about any neighbors from an earshot away. Nice, and private. As he kept driving, there were docks where people fished and floating houses that were probably owned by locals.

The cars tires ran over dirt and gravel, creating a small dust trail behind Tom before he pulled into the driveway of his rental house. Tall, voluminous trees surrounded the sides of the quaint, dark-green house along with a clear view of the lake behind the back. Tessa barked a few times before the car came to a stop and Tom put the car into park, letting out a long breath after a long drive.

Tom unpacked the car, one piece of luggage at a time, including his cased guitar. The wrap around porch had rocking chairs and log stumps as small tables, giving it the forestry aesthetic to compliment the lakehouse.

Tessa ran in the house first, Tom placing the bags by the front door but his eyes immediately met with the huge glass window that viewed Lake Moonlit. The backyard had a nice firepit with four red adirondack chairs around it and a shiny grill a few feet away. It was pointed in the direction of the lake, a glorious reflection that had the illusion of going for miles.

The kayaks and paddleboards by the dock were dry as bone, a bit faint to show that they were commonly used for anyone who rented this house. It was obvious this was a family-like rental, probably for summer holidays or even a wedding weekend, but here Tom stood, content with being with himself and his pup. Surely, the house wasn’t too big to consume his thoughts.

“Tess, I think we’re gonna be okay here.” He grinned at the gray staffy by his leg. His eyes shifted to a stick next to his foot, reaching down and throwing it a few feet away. Tessa took off in an energetic sprint to get the small branch, running right back to Tom and dropping it by his foot. He couldn’t help but smile so big, enough to hurt his cheeks.

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As the evening sun was setting, Tom’s stomach growled for the fifth time for him to know he was actually hungry. Stopping by a grocery store would have been smart, but he was too focused on getting to the house for it to cross his mind earlier.

Like anyone would, he searched up ‘places to eat’ on his Google Maps. It takes a while with the slow service in the wooded area, but finally it shows up with miraculously three places– two of them being more than fifteen miles away.

“Shit.” He scrunched his nose, leaning forward in the adirondack chair.

He zoomed in on the closest place, seeing it was only less than a mile away, but had no reviews or even pictures. All the location said was ‘Lila’s Shack’ and the address.

Hopefully it’s not some fishing shack, He worried. But, it couldn’t hurt to drive around the area he would staying in for at least a month.

Just as Tom was going to put in the directions to the shack, Harrison’s name popped up from the top of his phone. It was a link to an article then a text bubble saying, “They’re already on your ass. Hope you’re enjoying it out there.”

Tom hesitantly pressed the article, and he immediately clenched his jaw at the title: Tom Holland Burnt Out? 26-year-old takes a break from acting, hiatus or forever?!

He breezed through the first two or three background-filled paragraphs before seeing the one that stuck out. There were mentions and photos of Tom with alcohol beverages in hand, taken to make it look like he was more drunk than he actual was in them. Then, the photos that followed were of his previous relationship that ended up in a public fight, all captured in high definition.

The words underneath said: “The heated break-up with singer, Tate Leon, in France last September. While it was not confirmed or denied who ended the relationship, Holland could still be upset about it. You can totally tell from this picture of them arguing outside a private restaurant.”

Tom cringed at the photo of himself, his arms spread out and the vein poking from his neck. The anger he felt was real, but he wish he didn’t have to be reminded of the breakup that was still an open wound. This article was purely more salt rubbing deep into it.

“Tate Leon, famous Australian pop-singer, was seen alone back in Queensland last week. Is that where Holland is heading to on his ‘hiatus’?” The last line read.

When he didn’t think the article was bad, the anonymous comments were worse.

Wow, I used to like Tom’s Spider-man. Sounds like a real jerk to me.

Attention seeker!

Such a drama king lol will never think highly of him again…

Tom exited the page before his blood boiled hotter, remembering that this trip was for him to unwind and forget about the tabloids about what people thought of his life.

“C’mhere, Tess.” Tom sighed, closing his phone before leashing Tessa. She guided him to the door, making him smile once more before they got to the car. Although this market was a quick jog, Tom wanted to make sure he wasn’t going somewhere sketchy.

A beautiful, orange tint reflected against the lake as Tom drove down the road. Tessa curled up in the passenger seat and Tom ran his hand over his head with his other on the steering wheel. With the windows opened, all Tom felt was the wind through his hair and the chirps of grasshoppers– pure bliss.

Just around the corner was the shack, and it wasn’t the shack he pictured at all. This was a small house converted into a small market. There were colorful potted flowers by the double doors of the entrance and light-gray stones covering, what is assumed to be, the parking lot.

Only one small car was parked and the lake behind it showed the small sailboats and canoes going by, mostly little kids cheering in the distance. Tom watched them race each other, hearing their belly laughs echo throughout the area.

“Stay here, Tess. I’ll be a minute.” He said to the adorable pup with her window down.

He lowered his ballcap when he stepped out of his car, obviously a lavish vehicle that stuck out compared to the setting. When Tom walked to the open doors, he could hear the rocks smove under his sneakers. The sign before entering was homemade, but obviously drawn by a child. It was bright colors by crayon that said in sloppy writing: Lake Moonlit! Population: 126”

“Shit…” Tom said under his breath. He knew he was definitely laying low.

A small bell rings above him when he opens the door, but no one greeted him immediately. Tom began walking around the small three aisles there were in the small store. The shelves were lower than his shoulders, seeing the view of the lake through the back doors to an outdoor, floating porch.

First, he grabbed chocolate. A sweet he rarely had, but the occasion seemed necessary. Then, he reached the two big bags of chips, one kettle and the other barbeque. Then, he remembered why he was here: to actually have dinner. As he looked through the shelves of ingredients, none of them stuck out to him until there was a variety of instant noodles in one section.

“Come in for snacks, sailors!” A voice shouted outside.

Tom lifted his head, but still didn’t see anyone around him. He continued to browse, grabbing a hand-held shopping cart by the end of the shelf and filling it with noodles.

Suddenly, at least ten kids ran into the store and headed to the one refrigerator in the back of the store. Tom’s head slowly turned at them, watching all the kids grab sodas and fruit from the basket by the door.

“Everyone has a ride home, right?”

“Yes, Y/N.” They all simultaneously responded to the soft voice.

“Good, now. Get home before it gets dark.”

Tom chuckled as he watched the kids, all different sizes and heights, leave out the door and they grab their bikes from the side of the store. As they ride away, Tom slowly walked up to the counter and he couldn’t help but gawk a bit at the girl behind the counter.

“Hi! Sorry, I’m the store owner but also part-time babysitter. Not many jobs to find in this town.” You giggled, pressing some buttons on the register to make sure it was in tact.

“No worries. Seems like fun.” Tom grinned as he put the food on the counter.

“Ah, I assume you’re visiting. Judging the stack of ramen.” You nodded.

Tom sighed, “You would be correct.”

You scanned one of them before looking up, “What’s your name, stranger?” You asked with bright eyes.

Tom almost took the question as a joke. Did you know who he was and were you pulling at his strings purposefully? Was this some kind of test at his ego?

He smiled, “Uh, I’m Tom.”

“Hmm. Nice to meet you, Tom. I’m Y/N.” You put your hand out.

Tom nodded, gently shaking your hand before you scanned the rest of his items. Although you were looking down at the barcodes, Tom’s eyes were on you and still wondering if you were testing him.

“You know, there’s a good restaurant. It’s a bit higher on the mountain, but best seafood you can get around here. Honestly, imagining you going back to your house with just noodles and chips worries me.” You sighed, humoring him a bit.

“Well, I could use a bit of a guide around here. Unless there’s a guy for that.”

“Oddly enough, we don’t have a guy for that since everyone in this town is born here and you learn where everything is from your parents or grandparents.”

“So, it really is a small town?” Tom asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Very. Like those ones on TV shows where they’re small enough that weird things start happening in them.” You grinned as you put his food in the plastic bags.

“Like Twin Peaks.” Tom commented, showing a small sile.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“You… you don’t know twin peaks?” He nervously asked.

You giggled, “Messing with you. I watched it growing up with my grandpa. But, don’t ask me about all this media now. I don’t like keeping up with those things. Seems all dramatic.” You shrugged, totaling the cost of his purchases.

“Tell me about it.”

He hoped he didn’t sound smug, so he smiled it of again.

The tourists you were used to were mostly older couples, or people who were fresh from a wedding and on their honeymoon. Not many handsome strangers walked through those doors, so it felt like a chance to flirt and have a quick fling– but you didn’t want to set the expectations that high.

After Tom gave you the money, you gave him change then the two of you walked out with bags in your arms. He gulped before asking, “So… this restaurant. Is it popular? Are there a lot of people?”

“Not really when you have less than two-hundred people here. It’s not really our tourist season so, as peaceful as the lake.” You assured him, smiling at his dog with her head out the window, “Aw! Is this your dog?”

“Tessa.” Tom smiled as he put the bags in the backseat. You placed them down too as Tom opened the passenger door, letting Tessa meet you and lick your hand and arm. Tessa’s tail wagged so quickly, panting and giving small barks to you.

“Nice to meet you, Tess.” You giggled, rubbing your hands over her soft fur.

“Are dogs allowed to this place?” Tom hissed, putting his hands in his pockets.

You nodded, “Of course. Encouraged, probably.” You kneeled down to pet Tessa some more, “Do you need an address or you think you want to be adventurous?” You jeered.

Tom sighed, “Well, better idea, you can show me where it is and I can treat you to a meal.”

Although it would blow his cover, it was nice to be able to talk to someone who treated him like he was any other guy. There was a warmness about you that instantly attracted him, even before you striked a conversation, he watched you walk through the doors with the sunset behind your profile.

“I’d love to, Tom the Tourist.”

He chuckled, “Clever. How’d you come up with that?”

For once, Tom didn’t feel like he was acting. This was who he was. Even at the cost of stripping his own identity. It seemed worth it right now.

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