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Wicked Game

pairing: frat!Tom Holland x Reader

chapter one: somebody like you

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“Strippers here!” Harry Holland, co chair of the Delta Nu fraternity house shouted over his shoulder when he opened the door. Behind him, a party was in full swing, making your throat go dry.

“Hilarious. Where’s Harrison?” Your roommate, Peyton, asked as she linked her arm through hers.

“Last I saw him he was carrying kegs to the kitchen.” Harry shrugged.

“Thanks. Move.” Peyton slipped her hand into yours and pushed past Harry. You held on tightly to her hand as she pulled you through the house. Frat parties at your college were known to be over the top, especially at Delta Nu. You normally wouldn’t be caught dead at a party, but Peyton practically dragged you away from your desk and forced you to come.

“There he is.” She spotted Harrison. “Come on.”

“Wow. Nice of you to finally show up.” Harrison said as you and Peyton walked up to him.

“Yeah well it took me a minute to get this one out of the dorm.” Peyton said without ever dropping your hand.

“Who’s this?“ Harrison nodded towards you.

“Are you kidding?” Peyton asked him.

“Dude, we’ve met like 6 times.” You said.

“We have?” Harrison looked you up and down as he scratched his head.

“This is Y/n. My roommate.” Peyton stated like it was obvious. “I swear, you don’t listen to a word I say.”

“I’m the one you’re always kicking out so you two can do that whatever is it that you do.” You reminded him.

“Ohhhh. I do know you.” Harrison remembered. “Sorry, I’ve just never seen you not hunched over a desk.”

Wow. Just how every girl wants to be described. Hunched.” You smiled tightly and gave Peyton a look.

“This is a woman in STEM.” Peyton said as she put her hands on your shoulders. “She does not hunch. She slouches.”

“She also doesn’t want to be here.” You chimed in. “Can I please go?”

“Come on. Live a little. We don’t let just anybody into this party.” Harrison said as he handed you and Peyton a red solo cup.

“I can see that. Lot of white guys in here.” You noted as you looked around.

“That’s not true.” Harrison scoffed and looked around. Harrison realized you were right and his smile fell.

“Oh shit. Sam! Get over here. Its happening again!” He called and ran off to find Sam.

“Can I go now? You found Harrison. I don’t need to be here.” You said to Peyton once you were alone again.

“Why? So you can go back to the room and study? It’s Friday night. You have been studying your ass off all week. You should stay and have some fun.” Peyton smiled encouragingly as she played with the ends of your hair.

“I have a calculus midterm on Monday and a lab due tomorrow night.” You whined. “I can’t be wasting time here. Plus, I can see like 12 health code violations in this room alone.”

“I know. We can’t have fairy lights because it’s a “safety hazard” but frat houses can have literal weapons hanging on the walls?” She rolled her eyes and nodded towards the swords mounted on the wall beside you.

“I’m back. Did you miss me?” Harrison asked as he slung an arm around Peyton.

“I did.” Peyton smiled at him.

“I didn’t.” You mumbled.

“You’re in luck Y/n. I brought a friend with me.” Harrison told you as he pushed a boy forward. The boy had a backwards cap on and smirk on your face, the kind that immediately made you roll your eyes.

“Hey. I’m Tom.” He nodded at you as he unapologetically checked you out.

“And I’m gonna head out. Thanks for the drinks.” You smiled tightly and handed your cup back to Harrison. As you were walking towards the door, you felt your phone buzz. You pulled it out and found a text from Peyton.

“Please don’t go! I’m not gonna stay long and I really don’t want to walk back to our dorm alone :((((((“ She had sent you. You let out a sigh and stopped walking. You didn’t want to stay at the party, but you couldn’t let her walk home alone.

“I’ll be downstairs. don’t get pregnant!!!!” You texted.

“I won’t!!!!!” She sent back. A few seconds later, she texted you again.

“I might!!!!” It read, making you laugh. You walked back into the house and found a somewhat quiet hallway. You pushed your way past a few people making out and nestled into a corner. You pulled your dress down to make it longer, which just made it lower up top. Party clothes made you deeply uncomfortable so you covered yourself with your arms and pulled out your phone.

“Could you look anymore miserable?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm up on the wall beside you.

“Don’t bother.” You said without looking up from your phone.

“Don’t bother with what?” Tom played dumb as he looked you up and down.

“With me. It’s not gonna happen.”

“What’s not gonna happen?” He continued to play dumb as he leaned in a little closer. You gave him a look before stepping away from him.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you’re as dumb as you look. I mean just because our roommates are off somewhere getting hepatitis c, it doesn’t mean you and I are gonna hook up.” You said as you went back to your phone.

“Who said I wanted to hook up with you?” Tom shrugged. “You’re kinda mean and kinda hurt my feelings just now.”

“Isn’t that how this thing works?” You asked him. “She brings a friend, me, to keep his friend, you, busy while they sneak off to do god knows what in this hell house?”

“For your information, love, this is a highly respected establishment.” Tom stated. “You are standing in the universities longest running and most awarded fraternity. It is not a hell house.”

As soon as Tom finished his sentence, a light fell down from the ceiling. A group of girls ran by you, the one in the middle puking on the ground. A boy started sliding down the banister and fell off halfway, landing on the ground with a hard thud.

“That almost never happens.” He told you, making you laugh. You decided to let your guard down just a little and look up at him.

“Okay. Sorry I was so rude. I just assumed you were an asshole.” You admitted.

“Aw. You did? You thought that about little old me?” He smiled and held his hand over his heart. You laughed a little as another guy in a frat shirt came up to the two of you.

“Tom we need more kegs out-“

Tom shoved him away by his face before leaning on the wall beside you.

“So do you have a name?” He smiled. “Or should I just call you rude goth girl crashing my party.”

“I’m Y/n. And I’m not goth.”

“I’m sorry. I just assumed you were goth.” Tom held you his hands in defense.

“Why?”

“Because you’re dressed like a witch.” He shrugged, making you let out a shocked laugh.

“Wearing a black dress does not automatically mean I’m dressed like a witch.” You insisted.

“In your opinion.” He said out of the corner of his mouth. His tone was playful, so you smiled a little.

“What was your name again?” You asked him.

“Tom. But my frat brothers call me T-bag.”

“Well since I’m not one of your frat brothers, I’m gonna stick with Tom. Do I want to know why they call you that?”

“No. You do not.” He smiled and shot you a wink.

“I figured.”

“Do you really think I look dumb, by the way? Because I thought turning my hat backwards would show how innovative and creative I am.” He said as he gestured to his hat.

“I don’t know.” You clicked your tongue. “Let me see the logo.“

“No logo. It’s just gray.” He said as he took the hat off to show you.

“Just gray?” You laughed. “Then why wear it?”

“So I can give it to pretty girls to mark my territory.” He smiled as he put the hat on your head.

“Mark your territory? Wow. That’ll do it. That will do it.” You blew out a breath and started to walk away.

“I didn’t mean it like that, love. No.” Tom laughed as he pulled you back towards him by the hand.

“You were doing so well too.” You told him. “Like shocking well. Then you said that.”

“I meant so that my brothers don’t flirt with the girl I’m respectfully trying to court.” Tom explained himself.

“Ohhh. You’re trying to court me?” You played along. “I thought you were trying to fuck. Damn. I have to go.”

“Don’t go, pretty girl.” He whined. “I haven’t even used all my best tricks yet.”

“I can tell. That hat thing was super cringy.”

“You’re funny. For a witch, I mean.” He said, making you look down at your phone as you laughed.

“What are you doing anyway?” Tom asked as he looked over your shoulder to see what you were doing on your phone.

“Are you serious? You’re just playing with your settings?” He laughed at you when he saw what you were doing.

“Shut up.” You laughed in embarrassment. “I don’t like parties.”

“Oh. Is it because you’re quirky and different and not like other girls?”

“Dude. Did you even look at my shoes?”

“Oh! Sneakers and a dress. How did I miss that?” Tom asked as he looked down at your choice of footwear. Peyton forced you into one of her dresses, but she could not force you into heels.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “You must’ve been too busy chugging beer through your butt or whatever it is you frat boys do.”

“You got it.” Tom nodded. “We chug beer through our butts. Like literally all the time.”

You laughed at him again and this time, put your phone away to give him your full attention. Tom noticed the way your body language went from tense to relaxed, so he felt like he was doing was working.

“So let me see if I can get this.” He began. “Standing off by herself at a a party, was dragged here by her more outgoing roomate, and showed up in converse and a dress that she was probably forced into wearing. Is it you? Are you the manic pixie dream girl who is about to change the directory of my life?”

“I don’t know. I’m not really looking to make any friends. I hate this town. I hate everyone in it. Each person is faker than the next. Nobody cares about art anymore. It’s like they’re all just zombies waiting to do what the man tells them next.” You played along as you mashed together every cliche thing you’d ever heard a female character say.

“Wow.” Tom smiled in amazement. “That was so accurate. I’m genuinely impressed.”

“I watch a lot of movies.” You smiled shyly at his compliment.

“I could tell. You missed the part where her parents want her to be their perfect little princess, though.”

“But that’s not her.” You added to his description.

“Nope.” He shook his head. “She’s different. She listens to rock music and grunge bands. Shes and outcast who just wants to see the world.”

“She wants to experience new things and new people.” You continued.

“But she’s never going to do that. Because her main purpose is to propel the boy in the right direction.”

“Her ambitions are just decorations.” You shrugged.

“But-“ Tom began and pointed his finger at you to finish his sentence.

“She’s the coolest girl you’ve ever met.” You said in unison. You both laughed as you mumbled “jinx” and shyly looked down at the ground. He was the last person you’d ever expect to be talking to you at this party. Even more surprising was the fact that he was the funniest guy you’d ever spoken to on campus.

“To be honest with you, I’m kinda surprised you knew what a manic pixie dream girl was.” You told him.

“I watch movies when I’m not not drinking alcohol through my butt.” He shrugged.

“Like rom coms?”

“Hell yeah.” He scoffed. “I love rom coms. Especially anything with Katherine Heigl or Sandra Bullock.”

“I love them too.” You laughed shyly. “Especially Sandra. I’ve seen The Proposal like a thousand times.”

“My personal favorite is Miss Congeniality. But The Proposal is a close second. I’m a big Ryan Reynolds guy.”

“I didn’t peg you for a rom com guy.“ You said as you leaned against the wall.

“Who said anything about pegging?” Tom scoffed. “At least buy me dinner first.”

You laughed at his joke, no matter how dumb it was, as you rolled your eyes to the ceiling. You laughing made him laugh and he was beginning to grow awfully fond of your smile.

“Okay.” You decided once your laughter died down.

“Okay what?”

“I like talking to you. Let me buy you dinner.” You shrugged.

“No. I’m not doing that.” Tom shook his head, making your smile fall.

“A gentleman always pays on the first date.” He continued. “Plus, my fraternity gets unlimited meal swipes.”

“That’s so elitist.” You bit your bottom lip as he propped his arm up on the wall beside you.

“I know.” He smiled as he started to lean in. Just as you were leaning in, Peyton returned to your side.

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over. I won’t torture you anymore. We can go.” She told you, making your smile fall a little.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” You nodded and gave Tom an apologetic look.

“Oh. Hi Tom.” Peyton smirked when she realized who you were talking to.

“Hi Peyton.” Tom waved. “How is he?”

“Knocked out right after as usual.” Peyton sighed. “Are you ready to go?“

“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay.” You said as you leaned back against the wall and nodded towards Tom. Peyton bit back a smile and you gave her a look that told her to chill out.

“Okay. I’ll stick around too then. But you’re still texting me every hour with updates.” She told you as she cupped your face in her hands.

“I know the rules.” You rolled your eyes. Peyton pulled you into a hug so she would whisper in your ear.

“Don’t let him take you to a secondary location. More importantly, have fun. And don’t get pregnant.” She whispered, but Tom heard and snorted.

“Please? Just this once?“ You sarcastically begged her.

“I’d make a hell of a dad.” Tom said as he slung an arm around you.

“All right.” Peyton smiled. “Have fun you two.”

“We will.” You rolled your eyes again but appreciated her protection over you.

“I’ll take care of her.” Tom said. “I promise.”

Peyton gave you one last look before leaving you with Tom. You watched her as she disappeared back into the party and felt your heart speed up a little bit. You’d never been in this situation before and you were staring to worry that you were in over your head.

“So where were we?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm against the wall.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged with a coy smile.

“Oh, shoot. I can’t remember either.” Tom tapped his chin. “I think we were talking about - op, nope. We were about to kiss. That was definitely it.”

“Hm. I don’t think so. I’m remembering it differently.”

“I’m pretty sure we were about to kiss. Our faces were here, remember?” Tom smiled as he leaned in closer to you. You gasped a little as your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips.

“Well now I’m starting to remember.” You replied, trying to sound more confident then you felt.

“Let me jog your memory then.” Tom whispered in your ear before leaning in the rest of the way. He pressed you up against the wall as he kissed you and suddenly, the party went quiet. You’d never kissed a stranger before so you didn’t know where to put your hands, but Tom knew exactly where to put his. He kept one on your hip and the other on your face as he kissed you. Your could taste the beer on his tongue and smiled a little into the kiss. You slowly gained more confidence and tangled your fingers in his hair, accidentally knocking his hat off.

“Do you want to go to my room?” He asked between kisses.

“Okay.” You smiled nervously. It was a first for you to do something like this, but he made you feel safe for some reason.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asked.

“Nothing, why?”

“I just want to make sure you don’t throw up when I do this.” He smirked a little and pulled away from you.

“Do what?” You wondered. In response, Tom lifted you with ease and threw you over his shoulder.

“Tom!” You laughed in surprise as he carried you up the stairs.

“It’s quicker this way.” He shouted over the music as he made his way to his bedroom. He carried you inside and locked the door behind him before gently placing you on the bed. He was top of you in no time and continued to kiss you. You made out on his unmade bed for a while as his hands explored your body. As the kissing got more heated, you started to get a pit in your stomach. You felt like things were moving a little too fast for you and it was making you nervous.

“Do you mind if we don’t go all the way tonight?“ You pulled away to ask Tom. You looked really nervous to ask, which made Tom confused.

“Do I mind?” He laughed like it was a silly thing to ask. “Of course we don’t have to.”

You sighed in relief as he rolled next to you on the bed. He scooted closer to you and turned his head so he could admire you in the dim lighting of his room.

“Sorry.” You laughed nervously. “I’m really sorry. I’m just not a one night stand kind of person. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

“Darling, you didn’t lead me on.” Tom assured you. “And you don’t have to explain yourself for not wanting to have sex. We can just lie here and talk if you want.”

“Okay.” You smiled shyly and snuggled into his side. You stayed there in that position and talked for hours until you fell asleep in Tom’s arms. Tom looked at you while you slept and let out a guilty sigh. He had a pit of his own growing in his stomach as he replayed the day in his head.

A few hours earlier

“Did you order the kegs for the party tonight?” Harry asked the group as they sat in the campus courtyard.

“Luke did.” Harrison responded.

“Nice. I can’t believe Luke is graduating this semester. Who’s gonna be the president of the frat once he’s gone?”

“Me, obviously.” Tom chimed in.

“Not so fast, mate.” Harry snorted. “I want to be president too. I have a lot of good ideas that could really shape up the place.”

“Your last “good idea” was to crush up Doritos and snort them.” Sam reminded him.

“And it made an otherwise Tuesday night pretty exciting, did it not?” Harry scoffed.

“I also kinda want to be president.” Harrison spoke up.

“Me too.” Sam added. “I want to take a crack at it. Plus, the president gets the biggest room.”

“I need this for my resume guys.” Tom groaned. “I have literally never been in a single club. This is my only extra curricular.”

“Show of hands, who else wants to be president?” Harrison asked the frat brothers. They all raised their hands as they looked around at each other.

“We don’t have to worry about this now. We’ll just vote when the time comes.” Harry suggested.

“We can’t do a vote if we all want to be president. Everyone would just vote for themselves.” Sam reminded him.

“Then I propose we make a bet, boys.” Harrison spoke up. “You want to be president, you need to have what it takes. You need to be charming. You need people skills. You have to do the impossible.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Tom asked.

“Like this.” Harrison smirked. “The first person to get a girl to fall in love with them by the end of the semester gets to be president next year.”

“That’s easy.” Harry scoffed. “I already have like 3 chicks in love with me.”

“Not so fast.” Harrison held up a hand. “We get to pick each other’s girl. You have to seduce her in anyway you can and if you can get her to tell you that she loves you, you get to be president.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, gentlemen. I got this in the bag.” Tom told the table of his frat brothers with a smug grin.

“I wouldn’t be so confident, T-Bag. Because I’ve already picked a girl for you.” Harrison smirked and clapped Tom on the back.

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged. “Pick any girl. I’ll have her eating out of the palm of my hand by the end of the day. I don’t need a whole semester.

“Okay. Her.” Harrison pointed to you across the courtyard with a shit eating grin.

“Her?” Tom sat up in his seat to get a better look at you. You were sitting alone at a table with a pencil behind your ear and multiple notebooks laid out in front of you as you typed away at something on your laptop.

“What’s the matter?” Harrison asked. “You don’t think you can pull her?”

“Of course I can.” Tom scoffed unconvincingly. “I’ve just never seen her before. I don’t even know if she goes here.”

“She definitely goes here. I always see her talking to the schools president. She has like the highest GPA in the state.” Sam told the group, making Tom grow a little nervous.

“Then she is way too smart to go for Tom.” Harry snickered.

“Shut up.” Tom shoved his brother. “I could get her to fall in love with me. Easily.”

“Yeah?” Harrison raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“Look at her. Sitting by herself in a mountain of homework, eating -what is that? Carrots and ranch? What is she a freaking Guinea pig? She’s a total loser. All I have to do is show her the slightest bit of attention and she’ll be begging on her knees to date me.” Tom shrugged as he folded his arms. He wasn’t as confident as he sounded and hoped his frat brothers wouldn’t pick up on that.

“Damn, T-Bag.” Harrison laughed. “Already picturing her on her knees?”

“Shut up. Trust me, I got this. All I have to do is sleep with her. She’ll be telling me she loves me before can even get my pants back on.” Tom replied as he held out his hands. His brothers high fived him on either hand for his objectification of a woman.

“What makes you so sure?” Harrison wondered.

“Because lonely girls like that will tell anybody that they love them just in case they say it back. And that’s the loneliest girl I’ve ever seen.” Tom said as he pointed to you. “Trust me, by this time next semester, you guys will be singing “hail to the chief” every time you see me.”

A few hours later

“Could you look anymore miserable?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm up on the wall beside you.

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spidernerdsblog · 2 years

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IT'S COMPLICATED

She's a classic nerd, he is a typical playboy. Both are poles apart staying under the same roof. How much complicated can their relationship get?

Pairing : Frat! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, explicit sexual content, angst, fluff, college roommate au

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➻ darling, it has always been you 🔞

➻ love sweet love 🔞

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➻ meeting his parents

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xoxoavenger · 2 years

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Goddamn Peter Parker

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Fem!Reader

summary: Peter and Y/N clash on just about every topic. Just when they’re starting to get along, Peter goes a ruins it (requested by @gpiggy98 ).

word count: 3842

warnings: reader gets attacked???

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Goddamn Peter Parker.

Of course he had to be cute on top of it all. No, it wasn't enough that he was insanely smart and worked for Stark Industries and just barely outperformed her in every class they shared.

Of course, Peter Parker was cute. Not just cute - he was hot. Very hot. No nerd should look that hot. It should honestly be illegal to have both brains and beauty, because it was too much. How was anyone else supposed to compete with that?

"Are you even listening to me?" Peter asked. They were at the library, working on a project, and Y/N was half asleep. She had been at a frat the night before, which was a terrible, terrible idea apparently. She had completely forgotten about the fact that she had agreed to meet Peter for their project until her alarm - set pre-party - went off.

"No." She answered picking her head up from her hands.

"Lovely." Peter sighed, leaning back in his chair. It was obvious neither of them wanted to be there.

"Sorry, sorry." She wiped her eyes and then her forehead, trying to get her headache to go away.

"Y/N," His voice made her look in his eyes for the first time that day, and he seemed slightly shocked. "Are we gonna do this project or not?"

"My bad, am I keeping you from your prestigious job?" She snapped. The assignment wouldn't be that hard, and they were both smart - they had to be, seeing as they were both biochemical engineering majors. It was why they had so many classes together.

Y/N and Peter met freshman year in the biochem 101 class, where they happened to sit next to each other. They quickly figured out that they were both picked from the smartest of their schools, and constantly bickered about right answers and new ideas.

"Come on," Peter rolled his eyes, still leaning back. "Two years and you still hate me?" He questioned, making her look to the side.

"I wouldn't say hate." She told him, crossing her arms. "Do I think you're a know it all with a gigantic ego - just like your boss? Yes." She watched his eyes widen at her insults. "Do I hate you? No."

"Really?" Peter leaned forward, the annoyance written on his face obvious. "You're gonna call a hero who has sacrificed everything time and time again selfish?"

"I never said selfish." She shook her head. She knew Tony Stark was a lot of things, but selfish was not one of them. No one could deny he had a huge ego, however. "Let's just get back to the project." She suggested, looking down at the paper. It was an easy research project with a couple of questions to test the knowledge of the formulas. It would take maybe thirty minutes to do.

Another reason why she joined up with Peter on projects - their combined smarts were enough to get through projects relatively quickly.

Well, relatively quickly when they weren't spending their time arguing.

Y/N reached down into her bag and grabbed her laptop out, and Peter mimicked her movements.

"I started on it last night." Peter said, opening his laptop. Y/N looked at him over their screens.

"Cause you're a loner?" She smirked, and he looked up with her, a small smile to tell her he didn't care much about the joke.

"Cause I wanted to get the answers right." He raised an eyebrow, and she raised an eyebrow.

"In that case I better check them all." She clicked on the doc he had shared with her and then opened the pdf with the instructions for the assignment. She looked at the first question, compared it to Peter's answer, and immediately narrowed her eyes. "You literally answered the first one wrong." She told him, doing the problem in her notebook to prove that she was right.

"It is not wrong." Peter picked his notebook up and showed her at the same time she finished the problem.

"Seriously, Peter? I did it correctly hungover." She picked up her own notebook, and they reviewed each others work.

"You didn't divide by pi here though." Peter pointed, and she looked at her own notebook, flipping it around.

"That's because you aren't supposed to divide by pi anywhere." She furrowed her brows, pulling her computer screen down so they could go at it with no interruptions. She looked at his notebook once more before he put it down and went to his computer.

"Um, yes you are. It's in the formula." Peter typed on his computer before turning it around to show her. She squinted at it for a second before opening her own computer once more and looking at the question.

"That's the wrong formula!" She called out, looking between her computer and her own work.

"What?" Pete instantly turned his computer back around and looked, and she let out a breathy chuckle. She knew she had won this one.

"Maybe stick to reading when you can't sleep." She winked before switching tabs and fixing the first answer.

"It was one mistake. I've caught you using the wrong formula on tests." He told her, rolling his eyes.

"Oh? Admitting to cheating on a test," Y/N tutted as she began on the second half of the assignment. That was their agreement - Peter does the first half of the questions and she does the second half. "What would Mr. Stark think?"

"Y/N," Peter rolled his neck, obviously annoyed. "Can we just do the assignment?" He wiped a hand over his face.

"Again with that job." She shook her head, copying the problem down and working on it.

"Careful," Peter smirked over their laptops. "People might think you're jealous of me." Y/N rolled her eyes, which make Peter's eyebrows rise. "Your eyes are gonna get stuck like that."

"Wow, you'd think a biochem engineer would know that isn't possible." She continued doing her work, yawning. When she input the answer, she moved to get her water bottle out of her bag.

Which wasn't there.

"Alright, Parker." She spoke, an idea forming before she any reason why not to do this. "I am hungover,"

"Clearly." Peter teased before she had the chance to say anything else.

"And I have a headache. I had no coffee this morning because I had to meet up with your ass," She shut her computer, and he did the same.

"Yes, and what's your idea with this?" Peter asked as he began to put his things away.

"If you would let me finish talking I'll tell you. Damn." She slammed a hand on the desk, causing Peter to simply blink at her. "We're going to a cafe." She told him as she put things in her bag.

"I don't have a car." Y/N looked up at him, still half leaned over from putting her things away. "Plus, the assignment only gonna take a couple minutes. Half an hour at most."

"Then why did we meet up, Parker?" Y/N asked, sighing in annoyance. For what felt like the first time ever, Peter didn't have a response. Y/N shook her head, waiting for a response while still leaning over. "I'm gonna go to the cafe and finish my homework so you can go to your job." She looked back down to finish packing before standing.

"Let me know if you need help in chem." Peter told her as she stood.

"Yeah okay. Call me when you need help with bio." She told him, turning around before she could see his face.

"When? I have never needed help in bio." Peter told her back. She turned, walking backwards to the elevators.

"Sure." She told him, winking before turning back around and calling for the elevator.

Goddamn Peter Parker.

Parker: study for bio midterm tonight?

Y/N: no job??

Parker: :/ Parker: that's an old joke

Y/N: its amazing tho

Parker: jk im busy

Y/N: ur so dramatic

Parker: study or no

Y/N: can't

Parker: Y/N

Y/N: parker

Parker: don't make me say it

Y/N: idk what u mean???

Parker: pls

Y/N: ?? Y/N: ur smart figure it out Y/N: unless...

Parker: i need help

Y/N: as much as that pleases me to see Y/N: i have class tonight night until late

Parker: are you joking

Y/N: believe it or not i don't live my life thinking of what i can do to make u mad

Parker: i thought ur life revolved around me :(

Y/N: itll be okay Y/N: what bout 10 pm

Parker: can't

Y/N: bc ur a baby Y/N: and u need ur sleep???

Parker: i don't want to study with u

Y/N: good

Y/N put her phone down and took a deep breath before looking around the diner. She was on her small break, and she actually never wanted to go back to work. Just as she was going to retie her apron and go back to work, her phone rang.

Goddamn Peter Parker. Of course he was calling her.

"What the hell?" She answered with, which was met with his chuckle.

"I seriously need your help. I'm gonna fail this midterm." Peter begged, rendering Y/N speechless.

"Excuse me?" She finally said, looking around and hoping her boss wouldn't chose this moment to check on her.

"I have never failed a single test in my life but I am going to fail this biology midterm if you don't help me." Oh man, he was desperate.

"Do you not have any other friends?" She asked, but she felt bad when she heard the silence on the end. She decided to put her apron back on and make sure everything was good before going back.

"They aren't as smart as you." Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and she looked around, even though no one's around.

"Really?" She whispered, a small smile on her face.

"Yes. Now please?" His voice was embarrassed, and she felt her heart speed up.

"I have a class until nine pm if you wanna meet somewhere after that." She gave in, and she heard Peter's sigh of relief.

"Thank you." He told her, and she nodded even though she knew he couldn't see her.

"Peter!" She heard in the background of his phone. "Who's on the phone?" It was a woman, and Y/N's eyes widened.

Goddamn Peter Parker.

"I'll let you get back to," She paused, not sure how to continue the conversation. "That." It was quiet for a second - which seemed bad even though Peter was just trying to think of what Y/N was talking about.

"No, wait-" He said when he finally figured out what she was thinking.

"I have to get back to work." She hung up and put her phone away before going back behind the counter.

"Shit," Peter turned to Natasha, who was in the doorway.

"We have a mission." She said, obviously not caring about whatever Peter had been cursing about. "Does she know?" So apparently she did know. He should have guessed.

"Know what?" He asked as he stood. He wasn't sure what the mission was, but he knew he had a limited time to get ready. "How long is the mission?"

"That you're Spider-Man." Natasha told him, and he shook his head.

"Not something I normally tell classmates." He went to grab a bag before pausing. "How long is the mission?" He repeated.

"Is that what she is? A classmate?" Natasha asked in her accusing tone. Peter's heart began to race.

"How long is the mission, Natasha?" Peter was getting annoyed, and he needed Natasha to get out before she figured it out.

"It's spy." She finally said, making Peter furrow his brows and drop the bag.

"What?" He asked, completely shocked. He was a perfect candidate for spy missions - after he had been trained of course - due to the whole secret identity thing. However, it wasn't often that they had a need for spy missions. However, he almost never went on spy missions, since he had school still.

"It's important, came from the top." Natasha told him, as he began packing clothes.

"We are the top." Peter told her, annoyed. He then turned around, crossing his arms. "I don't have time to go on this mission. I have a midterm tomorrow." He told her, annoyed.

"I know it isn't ideal. But we need you for this one." She took a deep breath before looking around, hands on her hips. "It's Hydra."

Fuck.

"Fuck." Peter wasn't sure what else to say, an he almost laughed as Natasha raised an eyebrow. Peter wasn't sure what to do now - it wasn't like he could skip the mission now.

He would just have to tell Y/N he couldn't make their study session. After he practically begged her.

"Look, I was trying to get your attention before you made those plans." Natasha sighed as Peter went back to packing.

"Where the hell are we going?" Peter sighed.

"What do you mean you can't make it tomorrow?" Y/N asked. She had just got off her shift, meaning it had only been four hours since Peter has called and begged her to help him.

"I'm sorry, I really am, but I'm working late in the lab tonight." It was the only excuse he could think of, but he had the idea that it probably didn't matter much for Y/N.

"Of course." She laughed. Ironic, wasn't it? The joke that she always used was actually the reason this time.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. If I could, I would cancel." He told her honestly. She shook her head as she got into her car, putting her bag down and locking the doors.

"I'm sure you are, Parker." She spat out, taking her phone away from her ear and hitting the red end button. She could hear his protests as he hung up, but she didn't call him back.

Goddamn Peter Parker.

Of course he would cancel. Of course. As she turned on her car and began to drive away, her phone rang again. And again.

And again.

Finally, when she got back to her apartment, she saw to her expectation that Peter had called her four times. HE left a voicemail after the last time, and she put the phone to her ear as she unlocked the door and listened to the message.

Y/N, I know I'm the last person you want to hear from. I understand that. But something I can't miss came up. Something I - I just have to work. I know it makes me look like a dick but there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry. Maybe after I get back I can get you a coffee to make up for it.

Get back? Where was he getting back from? Y/N shook her head as she took her phone away from her ear and slipped her shoes off at the door.

"What's up?" MJ, her housemate and long time friend of Peter Parker asked. MJ had told Y/N that her and Peter used to date a long time ago, that they broke up because of his job.

Maybe that was the reason she always teased him about his job. Why he always got upset about it.

"Peter wanted me to study with him tonight after my class. Practically begged me and then called me ten minutes ago to tell me that he actually can't make it because of work." Y/N complained, going to the pantry to grab her favorite snack. MJ was doing some work at the table, and Y/N sat down at one of the chairs.

"Well, he's pretty high up at Stark Industries now. I'm not surprised." MJ said, trying not to give too much away. Of course, MJ knew about Peter's secret, but she also knew that Y/N didn't. She didn't want this to come between Y/N and Peter the way it with her own relationship with Spider-Man, but it was none of her business and frankly she didn't want to get into it.

"It's fine." MJ could tell it was not fine. Y/N was not fine. She was lying. "I'm gonna ace this midterm and he's gonna fail."

Well, turns out she was more than right.

Where the hell is Peter?

Y/N had finished her midterm - first, of course, but she sat there and stayed and waited for Peter to show up, because the spot next to her had been noticeably empty for the whole forty-five minutes it took her to take the test and the twenty-seven she spent waiting, watching her classmates give her weird looks as they turned their test in. But the seat stayed empty.

He never showed up. To a midterm.

Y/N got up with a sigh and handed her paper in before taking out her phone as she walked out the door.

Y/N: are u ok??

She put her phone in her pocket and began walking off campus and toward her house. She always walked to campus, since parking spaces were hard to come by and she didn't live too far. She pulled her phone out after a couple minutes, then put an earphone in and began to play music.

Y/N: parker i don't think u missed a day of class in ur life wtf is going on Y/N: u know we had a midterm right

She took a deep breath, listening to the music and hoping it would calm her down. Why was she worried about Peter Parker? She had never been worried about him before, but here she was. She tried calling him again, and nothing.

"Parker, you better pick up. I don't want to say it, but I will. You're worrying me, alright. Just call me back and tell me you're alright." She begged, hanging up before she could sound any more desperate.

Goddamn Peter Parker, making her heart race like this.

When Peter finally did call, five days later, Y/N didn't even let it ring out. She declined, sending him straight to voicemail, which hurt.

I'm so sorry. I-I spilled chemicals on my phone at work so it wouldn't turn on and I wasn't able to get a new phone til today. I'm sorry, I really am. I never meant to worry you.

It wasn't a great excuse, but the last comment made her unreasonably mad - especially considering that he was right, he had worried her. She knew something was up, that he was lying, because the excuse he had made the night he cancelled didn't match up with this one.

Y/N spent the next couple of days ignoring Peter's texts and calls. He even showed up at her house, but MJ lied through her teeth and told him that she wasn't home. The hardest part was classes, but she didn't have the same section as him until the next day - which she was dreading.

She was trying not to think about it as she walked home, earphones shoved in her ears but eyes attentive. It was nine pm, and she had just finished with class. Normally, she would call a friend or family member to talk to on her way home, but tonight she wanted to be alone with her thoughts.

It's probably why she didn't hear the man behind her.

It felt like all the blood just rushed out of her body as a hand wrapped around her mouth. She tried to scream, but it was too muffled as the hand covered all the way to her nose. She tried to breathe, but she couldn't get the air in. Another hand went around her waist, picking her up. She kicked her legs out, but the man was too strong. He had knocked her earbuds out, but she hadn't noticed. She couldn't breathe, and it was making her drowsy - she could tell. Her kicks weren't as strong, she wasn't struggling as much. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard struggling behind her, and suddenly she was falling to the ground. She felt her knees hit the ground, and then she broke her fall with her hands, heaving breaths. She could hear something happening behind her, but she couldn't concentrate on it. Her mind was focused only on getting up and getting away, so when she finally had enough breath she pushed herself up began to walk away. And she almost made it a couple steps when she began to fall, but she was caught. Thinking it was her assaulter, she screamed out.

"Sh, sh, no, no, no, no, it's me! It's Peter!" He was trying to calm her down, and in his haste he realized he made the mistake. It didn't even take Y/N's confused face as she turned to see him - the way her eyes widened. He realized quickly that he was wearing the mask, that he was actually Spider-Man.

Shit.

"What?" Y/N asked, blinking up at him. He was still holding her, and she wasn't making any moves to get out.

"Shit, I," He had nothing else to say, however, instead helping her stand. "Are you alright?" He asked, and she just shook her head.

"You're Peter?" She whispered, and he nodded, looking around before walking her further into the alley. She followed him, watching as he took off his mask and revealed his face.

Then she slapped him.

"What was that for?" He asked, holding his face. It wasn't a hard slap, but it stung.

"I'm sorry!" She covered her face with her hands. "That just happened, please forgive me!" She was smiling though, and Peter let out a chuckle.

"I kinda deserved that." He muttered, making her shake her head.

"No, you didn't." She removed her hands and Peter smiled to her.

"I made you worry over nothing." He told her, which made her smile drop.

"Why weren't you at the midterm?" She asked, and he shook his head.

"I had a mission." He told her, which got her smile right back.

"No way! Do you fight super secret bad guys! How are you still so smart?" She asked, and Peter shook his head.

"I have a lot of help." It fell silent between the two, and Peter broke it after a couple moments of the two of them looking at the floor. "Were you really worried?" He asked, making her look at him.

"Of course I was." She put a hand up, slowly, before resting it on his face. He covered her hand, blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Well, I should get out of here." He said it quickly, pulling himself up the side of the building and away from her.

"Wait!" She called just as he had put his mask back on. He webbed himself to hang upside down in front of her, and she giggled as they came face to face. "I never thanked my savior." She was getting a little flustered now, he could tell, but he let her pull his mask up to his nose. He dropped down slightly as she got on her toes, their lips meeting. It was awkward, at first, and they pulled apart with a small laugh. However, they both quickly moved together again, Y/N's hands going to his face.

"I knew you didn't hate me." Peter whispered when they separated. Y/N took his whole mask off, heat rising to her cheeks at his smiling face. Of course Peter Parker would look sexy while hanging upside-down, lips plump and face turning red.

Goddamn, Peter Parker.

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

chapter six: your sleight of hand

trigger warnings: involuntary intoxication, allusion to sa, no actual sa

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Brad was passing by and saw you and Tom wrapped around each other. He looked up and saw Trent near the front door. Trent nodded and left the house, and Brad knew what to do.

“All right, all right. We get it. You won the bet, Tom. You don’t have to rub it in our faces.” Brad said loudly as he patted Tom on the back. All the color drained from Tom’s face as your eyes lit up in surprise.

“You won a bet, babe?” You smiled proudly. “What was it?”

“Oh. It’s just this stupid thing. You’re gonna laugh when I tell you.”

“Tell me.” You said through a tipsy giggle.

“The day we met, before the party, a couple of us saw you in the courtyard, right? And you inspired us to make a little bet.”

“What kind of bet?” You playfully gasped.

“Whatever boy in the house could get a girl to fall in love with them they fastest would get to be President next year.” Tom explained as he continued to sway with you to the music.

“Wait.” Your smile faltered a little as you listened to his story.

“Sounds easy right?” He continued. “I figured I would win in a day. But then the boys picked you for me to go after and I knew I had zero chance of winning.”

“Wait.” You said again as your arms slowly slide off of him.

“It’s just because you’re so you and I’m so me, you know? I didn’t think you’d ever go for me. But the boys convinced me.” Tom shrugged, never dropping his drunken smile. You took your arms all the way off of him now and put your hand on your stomach, feeling nauseous all of the sudden.

“Oh my God.” You whispered as the room began to spin around you. Tom was too drunk to notice the way you were reacting.

“Wait, wait. I haven’t gotten to the funny part yet. You’re gonna laugh. Trust me.” Tom laughed and waved his hand. “So I get Harrison to get your roommate to bring you to our party. And somehow, our master plan works. You and I hit it off and the rest is history.”

“I’m still waiting for the funny part.”

“The funny part is that I’m the one who fell. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’m so in love with you, darling. You don’t even know.” Tom smiled warmly at you as he took your hands into his.

“Don’t touch me.” You ripped your hands away and held yourself.

“What?” Tom frowned. “What’s wrong, princess?”

“What’s wrong?” You raised your voice. “You just told me our entire relationship was based on some sick, perverted bet.”

“It started as a bet, yes. But I fell in love with you for real. Why are you upset?” Tom genuinely wondered, too drunk to fully grasp the situation.

“Because I was just the butt of the joke for you and your stupid friends.“ You shouted as your eyes filled with tears. Party goers looked over to see what the commotion was about and listened in.

“No, no, no.” Tom quickly tried to backtrack. “You weren’t a joke. It wasn’t like that, love.”

“Then why was it me? Why did your friends pick me for you to go after?”

Tom’s stomach was turning as all the guilt and lies caught up to him. He wished he wasn’t drunk when having the most important conversation of his life.

“I don’t know. Because you weren’t really in our crowd. None of us knew who you were. We just knew you were really smart. It was funny.” Tom weakly tried to explain himself.

“Why is it funny that someone would love me?” You screamed, making the party go silent. Tom blinked in surprise, never having heard you stray from your soft spoken nature.

“It’s not. I promise it’s not. But you were sitting right there and the opportunity was perfect. The boys picked you because they knew you’d never go for a guy like me. Plus, no one in the house had ever been with you before. We all thought you were a virgin.”

“What does that matter?” Your eyes darkened a little at the new information.

“Well what would you rather drive? A brand new Mercedes or a an old station wagon that had a couple thousand miles on it?” Tom tried to explain himself with the analogy Trent had used. It made sense to him when Trent said it, but the look on your face told Tom he should not have repeated that.

“So that’s what it takes for you to see me as something with value? You have to compare me to a car?” You asked as mascara-stained tears rolled down your face.

“Well when you put it like that-“

“Do you have any idea how dehumanizing that is?” You cut him off. “Or how inherently creepy it is to go after virgins in the first place? You’re acting like a woman’s sexual past is equivalent to depreciation.”

“You know I don’t understand you when you use big words like that.” Tom said quietly.

“You know what Tom? I don’t understand you either.” You laughed sadly. “I thought you were a nice guy. Better yet, I thought I loved you. And I was stupid enough to believe you loved me too. But you’re not a nice guy. You’re a sociopath. So you can’t love me. You can’t love anyone. That saves you from ever having to love yourself because take it from me, that’s a particularly wicked game. A game I didn’t even know I was playing. Fuck you, fuck this frat, fuck the bet, and fuck you again because I don’t feel it truly sinking in. You are a detestable, microphallus, pithy excuse for a man. And I hope I never fucking see you again.“

Tom’s jaw dropped in shock after your monologue. He felt his own eyes well up in tears as he realized just how bad the situation was. He didn’t get a chance to break the truth to you in a delicate way and now he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to redeem himself.

“She knows so many words.” Brad mumbled to himself.

“I just googled microphallus.” One of the frat brothers laughed and showed Brad his phone. You and Tom shared a long look as the attendants of the party stared at you. You both had tears rolling down your face, but your face was twisted in anger while his was crestfallen. You shook your head at Tom and gave him the worst look of all, a look of disappointment. Before you could walk away, Harrison came back into the room.

“Woah. What’s going on in here?” He asked as he looked around the room.

“Harrison. Not now. Get out of here.” Tom ordered as he wiped his face.

“Did Peyton know about the bet?” You turned to Harrison to ask.

“The bet?” His eyes flew open. “Oh shit, dude. You told her?”

“No, I didn’t tell her. Freaking Brad told her.” Tom croaked as he pointed to Brad. Brad held up his hands in defense as everyone’s attention turned to him.

“Oh shit.” Harrison repeated. “No, Peyton didn’t know. I just told her to bring you to the party that night because I had a friend for you to meet.”

“Are you guys okay? What’s going on in here?” Harry asked as he came into the room as well.

“Not now, Harry.” Harrison answered and nodded towards Tom. Harry looked around in confusion and saw your devastated expression.

“Oh no. What’s wrong, Shark Week? Are you okay?” Harry asked with genuine concern but unknowingly made the situation worse.

“She knows about the bet.” Harrison said quietly.

“Oh, shit.” Harry burst out laughing. “Did you guys tell her how funny it was though?”

“She didn’t find it very funny.” Tom said through a clenched jaw. Brad surveyed the room and smirked a little.

“I have to say, I’m surprised she didn’t find it funny. We all thought it was hilarious.” Brad spoke up. “What was that thing you said, Tom? That lonely girls like Y/n will tell anybody that they love them just in case they say it back?”

“Brad.” Harrison whispered harshly and made a motion for him to be quiet.

“What? It was so funny.” Brad played dumb. “Tom was all like, “yeah bros, I just have to fuck her and she’ll be telling me she loves me before I get my pants back on”. Didn’t you say that Tom?“

“You said that?” Your voice cracked as you looked at Tom. All the women in the room began to back away from Tom and Brad, equally disgusted with their behavior.

“I didn’t know you yet. I was an asshole back then. I didn’t mean that.” Tom’s voice shook as he tried to explain himself.

“Back then? That was a few months ago. Clearly, you haven’t changed. If anything, you’re worse now because back then, you weren’t lying to me.”

“I’m starting to get the feeling I shouldn’t be here.” Harry thought out loud, catching your attention.

“Wait, Harry. You called me Shark Week. Brad called me that too. What does that mean?” You asked as you looked at all the boys. Harrison, Tom, and Harry looked down in shame and Brad let out a satisfied sigh.

“What?” You asked again. “What does it mean?”

Nobody wanted to be the one to answer you, so they all stayed silent.

“Tom?” You asked him directly. Tom gave you an apologetic look and shrugged a little.

“I might’ve told them about you bleeding on my sheets.” Tom said quietly. He thought you’d get even angrier if that was possible, but you just let out a laugh.

“Oh. I get it.” You nodded your head. “This was all just one big joke to you. I was just one big fucking joke.”

“No you weren’t, I swear. You weren’t a joke. What we had was real to me. I really do love you. Please believe me.” Tom pleaded with you as he reached for you.

“Why would I believe you? You are such a liar.” You said as you stepped back from him.

“Because I’m telling the truth.” Tom smiled weakly at you. He looked into your eyes and hoped you could find it in your heart to hear him out. You studied Tom’s face for a moment and cracked a sad smile.

“You promised you wouldn’t break my heart.” You said quietly, quiet enough for only him to hear. That felt like a final blow for Tom as hot tears slipped down his face.

“I didn’t-“

You smacked him across the face before he could finish his sentence. Your hand stung even worse than his face did, but neither of you cared. He didn’t even touch his cheek to ease the pain. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be soothed. He just stood there and felt the pain.

“I hate you.” You told him, looking him right in the eyes as you said it.

This brought forth a different kind of pain, and not the kind that Tom would bear. A small gasp escaped his lips and he felt his heart crumble in his chest. All you could do what hope he felt half of what you were feeling when he shattered your soul. You sized him up and let out a quiet, dry laugh before turning around. People parted for you and cleared a space for you to leave the house. Tom watched each step you took out of the house until you shut the door behind you. Tom covered his face with his hands as he started to really cry. Harry and Harrison went over to him and wrapped their arms around him for comfort.

“Dude, cheer up. You won the bet.” Harry reminded him as he rubbed his brothers back.

“I know.” Tom sniffled. “But I lost her.”

Meanwhile, you were walking away from the frat house as you wiped your face. You pulled out your phone to call Peyton, but she didn’t respond so you left a voicemail. As you stumbled down the walkway, you heard a party in full swing. You looked up and saw multicolored lights coming out of the Alpha Theta frat house.

“I forgot there were other frats on campus.” You mumbled to yourself. You walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen. You didn’t normally drink, but you weren’t particularly looking forward to feeling this pain. You downed a few shots and took a beer from the counter before going to the dance floor.

It didn’t take long for Trent to spot you in the crowd. He assumed Brad had told you about the bet by now and that’s why you were getting drunk at a different frat house. Trent smiled and got his friends attention before going over to you.

“Hey. I’m Trent. This is James.” Trent said as he gestured to his friend. You barely looked at either of them as you finished the rest of your drink.

“Aren’t you Y/n?“ Trent continued, catching James’s attention.

“I used to be.” You gave him a drunk smile and stumbled a little.

“Wait, Y/n? Isn’t that Hollands girl? He’ll kill us both for even thinking about it.” James whispered to Trent.

“Chill, bro. She’s not his girl anymore. You didn’t hear about their bet?” Trent whispered back.

“What bet?” James wondered.

“I’ll tell you.” You chimed in. “You guys are horrible at whispering by the way. Anyways, my details might be fuzzy because I’m quite literally the last person to know, but the Delta Nu frat had a bet going that the first guy to get a pathetic loser to fall in love with him would get the be president. And guess who the pathetic loser was?”

You moved your wrist around in a circle before pointing to yourself. Trent and James exchanged a look before returning their attention to you.

“Damn. That sucks.” James looked at you sympathetically.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “It does suck.”

“Well did he win?” James wondered. “Did you actually fall in love with him?”

“Duh. That’s why I’m a pathetic loser. See before I met him, I was more loser than pathetic. Then, he made me feel like I was the coolest girl ever. Like a real-life manic pixie dream girl.”

“A what?”

“Shh. I’m talking.” You hushed them. “Anyways, now that the bet is done, he’s the president of the top frat on campus, and I’m just the pathetic loser he used to get there.”

Trent and James exchanged a look once you finished your story. James felt bad for you, but Trent was just happy knowing Tom was somewhere hurting.

“But now I’m here! Drinking at your party until I forget that the only boy I ever loved was just using me to get ahead in a competition he was already winning. Cheers.” You said as you took a drink out of the hand of someone walking by and downed it. You looked at the boys again in your drunken gaze and frowned.

“Sorry, what did you say your name was?” You asked.

“Trent. I’m actually in the Delta Nu frat. I just had no idea about the bet.” Trent lied as he shook your hand.

“Really?” You asked. “I figured all the guys were in on it.”

“No. I don’t really hang out with those guys. They always do barbaric shit like that. And Tom’s the worst one. The bet was actually his idea.” Trent continued to lie just to fully bury Tom.

“It was?” Your face crumpled with this new information. James looked angrily at Trent for making you feel worse than you already did.

“Yeah. I tried to get him to stop the bet because of how disgusting it was, but he insisted on it.” Trent shrugged. The opposite was true, but you didn’t know that.

“Dude, didn’t you just say you didn’t know about the bet?” James said as he gave Trent a look.

“Shh. She’s drunk and heartbroken. She’s not even listening.” Trent whispered to James and gestured to you.

“What wattage is that lightbulb?” You asked as you pointed to the light above you.

“See what I mean?” Trent said to James before returning his attention to you. “Do you want to get drunk?”

“I don’t know. I’m already drunk and kinda just want to go home and cry.” You said as you started to feel uneasy.

“Come on. Live a little. You can cry tomorrow.” Trent said as he wrapped an arm around you.

“That is true.” You shrugged.

“Let me get you a drink.” Trent smiled and lead you to the kitchen. James got a weird feeling in his stomach and followed close behind you. You did a few more shots with Trent and when he offered you another, you turned him down.

“I think I’m good for now. I’ve had enough for the night.”

“Then I’ll make you a virgin cocktail. I’m really good at it. Virgins are the best.” Trent said now that you were in the kitchen. James lingered in the doorway and pretended not to be listening.

“I don’t know. I’m not really supposed to drink things I don’t pour.” You laughed nervously and leaned against a door for support. You were a lot drunker than you intended to be and we’re starting to regret it.

“Please? It’ll give me a chance to practice.“ Trent replied as he began to make you a drink. You didn’t want to say yes, but you knew he wouldn’t stop asking until he did.

“Okay. Sure. Fine. But no alcohol.” You reminded him as you looked over your shoulder for a bathroom. When your head was turned, Trent poured a few shots of vodka into the drink he was making you.

“Dude. She said no alcohol.” James said loud enough for you to hear, but your head was off in space.

“She didn’t mean that.” Trent rolled his eyes. “I’m doing her a favor. Once she’s drunk, she’ll forget all about Tom and his bet.”

“I don’t like this, bro. I don’t think you know what you’re doing.” James said as he put a hand over the drink Trent was making for you. Trent ripped the cup away and pushed James back a little.

“Holland disrespected me in front of the entire frat. He called me a dog. This is payback.” Trent whispered harshly as he brought the cup over to you.

“Are you sure there’s no alcohol in this?” You asked as you stared into the cup.

“Scouts honor.” Trent crossed his heart and gave you a warm smile. You smiled back and drank what was in the cup.

You managed to slip away from Trent and James and went to dance in the living room. You didn’t see the dozens of missed calls and texts from Tom and Peyton as you danced with strangers. You felt your cup being taken out of your hand at one point and opened your eyes to see who it was.

“Here. Let me refresh your drink.” Trent smiled at you and placed a full cup in your hand. You were significantly drunker now, more so than you ever had been before. You didn’t taste the alcohol Trent had slipped you as you downed what was in the cup. A few minutes went by and you started to feel like the room was spinning around you. You crumbled your empty cup in your hand and went to sit on the couch. Trent was by your side in no time with another cup in his hand. This time, you pushed it away.

“Don’t feel so good. Mm gonna go home.” You mumbled as you stood up. You almost tripped over your own feet but he caught you.

“What? Don’t go home now. The party is just getting started.” Trent smiled and held you in place. You tried to move, but his grip was too strong and you were too drunk.

“Mmm not up for it tonight.” You stumbled over your words and pulled out your phone. You tried to read the texts Peyton had sent you but your vision was blurry.

“My phone is almost dead. I really gotta go.” You gulped a little and went for the door again.

“Come on. Don’t be a buzzkill.” Trent stepped in front of you and blocked you.

“I’m not. I just have to go home.” You gave him a weak smile and tried to get past him.

“Okay. Sure. I’ll get you home.” Trent offered and put an arm around you to lead you to the door.

“That’s okay. I can make it myself.” You told him as an anxious feeling rose up in your stomach. Your head was pounding and you couldn’t think straight in the moment.

“No you can’t. You can barely stand.” Trent pointed out. You looked around for anyone you knew who might be able to help you, but saw no one.

“I’m okay. Really.” You tried to assure him as you nearly fell over. He laughed as he caught you and started walking towards the door.

“Where are you going?” James asked as he blocked you and Trent from leaving.

“We’re just getting some fresh air.” Trent lied. “She doesn’t feel so good so I’m gonna take her outside.”

“She looks really drunk.” James said sternly. Your head was hanging down and you could barely hear the conversation.

“She’s fine.” Trent insisted. “She’s just playing.”

He tried to leave again and James noticed the way your feet were practically dragging on the floor behind you. He stepped in front of Trent again which only made him angrier.

“Dude, she looks really drunk. Where are you guys going?“ James asked again as he glared at Trent.

“Don’t worry about it.” Trent said through clenched teeth. James gulped and looked at you again. Your eyes were shut now and you were hanging off of Trent like a rag doll.

“You’re just getting some air?” James asked skeptically as he looked between you and Trent.

“Yeah. I’m your friend, dude. You know me. I’m not gonna do anything stupid.” Trent gave James an eerie smile and pulled you closer.

“Say bye, Y/n.” Trent said to you. You picked your head up a little when you heard your name and gave James a sleepy smile.

“Bye James.” You held up a hand as if you were waving and then touched your thumb to your palm and closed your fingers around it. James furrowed his eyebrows at the odd movement as your head hung limply again.

“Bye James.” Trent winked at him before walking out the door with you. As soon as you were out of James’s sight, he got a bad feeling in his chest. He went over to the cup that you had dropped and picked it up. When he sniffed it, he was hit with a scent of alcohol that made his eyes water. His stomach began to churn as his mind went through every worst case scenario. If Trent had gotten you drunk without your knowledge, there must’ve been a bigger plan at play. James raced outside the house and looked around but didn’t see you or Trent anywhere. He sighed in frustration and ran to the Delta Nu frat house. When he walked in, he saw Harry and Harrison in a heated discussion in the kitchen.

“Dudes. Where’s Tom?” James asked them in a panic. Before they could answer, Brad came into the kitchen and spotted James.

“Woah. What do you think you’re doing here? No other frats allowed.” Brad scoffed as he pushed James back a little.

“Where’s Tom?” James ignored him and asked again.

“Upstairs.” Harrison told him. “But I wouldn’t bother him right now. He’s pretty upset.”

“Where is he? I need to talk to him. It’s urgent.” James explained as he ran towards the stairs. Harry and Harrison exchanged a look of confusion and followed after James.

“Which door is his?” James asked as he banged on all the doors.

“He’s not gonna open the door.” Harry told him.

“He has to. He has to help her.” James said, his anxiety evident in his tone. Harry and Harrison exchanged a confused look and went over to James.

“Wait, slow down. It’s okay. Just tell us what’s wrong.” Harry said calmly as he held James by the shoulders.

“It’s Y/n. Trent got her drunk and he left the party with her.”

“What party?” Harrison asked immediately.

“Over at Alpha Theta.” James replied.

“Where did he take her?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know. Guys, I think something bad is going to happen.” James gulped as his eyes darted between the two boys. Harry and Harrison looked at each other and made a decision.

“Come on. We gotta tell Tom.” Harrison nodded towards Tom’s door.

“You go tell Tom. I’m gonna get Sam and to try and find Y/n.” Harry decided. All the boys nodded and split up in different directions.

Meanwhile, you were in and out of consciousness as you walked down the sidewalk. Your arms were wrapped around Trent’s neck with your phone in your hand.

“Wait. This isn’t the way to my dorm.” You realized and stopped walking. You almost fell over, so Trent tightened his grip around your waist and helped you stand upright.

“Shh. We’re just going to my friends dorm. He’s not home.” Trent told you as he continued to drag you along.

“I need to go home. My roommate is probably freaking out. She doesn’t know where I am.” You said as you pulled away from him.

“Then text her and tell her you’re fine.” Trent replied and pulled you back towards him. You lifted your heavy head and saw that you were standing outside of one of the dorms.

“My phone is dead. Can I use your phone?” You asked as you made sure your phone's camera was pointed at the address of the building.

“Yeah. Once we go inside.” Trent said as he started to pull you up the stairs.

“I don’t want to go up there.” You shook your head and pulled away from him.

“Come on. You need some water.” Trent said and pulled you again. You tried to stay put but your legs felt like jelly.

“I’m fine. I’m just gonna go home.” You said and started to walk away. Trent ran after you and stood in front of you.

“Just come up and use my phone to tell your roommate where you are.” He smiled sweetly at you as he held you in place. You looked over your shoulder at the dimly light street and gulped a little. You felt too disoriented to make it back to your apartment on your own and knew you needed Peyton to come get you.

“Okay.” You decided. “Just to call Peyton.”

“Yeah. Let’s call Peyton.” Trent smirked and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He helped you up the stairs and brought you to his first floor dorm. You stumbled inside and immediately went for his couch.

“I’m gonna sit.” You mumbled as you flopped down on the couch. Trent went to the kitchen and poured two drinks for the two of you. He looked over his shoulder at you and saw that your eyes were closed.

“Okay.” He smirked. “Get comfortable.”

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Distress signals if you feel unsafe

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

chapter nine: it was all yellow

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

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The next day, you saw Tom waiting outside your class like he usually did. When he spotted you, he turned his head and pretended that he wasn’t waiting for you. You smiled a little to yourself as he pretended to take interest in a nearby tree. You would usually walk away from him when you saw him on campus. This time, you started walking towards him.

“Hey.” You said, tearing Tom’s attention away from the tree. He looked around before pointing to himself in surprise.

“M-me?” He asked. “Hey, me?”

“Yeah. Hey, you.” You said as you slipped your hands into your pockets. Tom broke into a huge smile and took a deep breath.

“Hey! Hi. How’s it going? How are you? You look really good, by the way. Of course, you always look good. I just don’t get to tell you that anymore. I’m really happy you’re talking to me right now. Just out of curiosity though, why are you talking to me? Not that I’m mad about it! I’m not mad at all. You just haven’t spoken to me in like two months. So, um, hey.” He ended his rant with an awkward smile.

“I heard you closed the frat down.” You replied, ignoring most of what he had said.

“Oh, yeah. I did. I don’t know. It just had to be done.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I agree.”

“Yeah. I agree.” Tom repeated, immediately shutting his eyes in embarrassment. He was so determined not to blow this conversation that he was brutally blowing the conversation.

“I also heard you rushed to Trent’s dorm that night with a baseball bat.” You continued as you looked at him. Tom looked back at you but couldn’t read your expression. You didn’t seem upset or angry or reproachful. It seemed like you wanted him to admit to something you already knew about.

“I did.” He admitted. “When James told us what happened….I don’t know. I just needed to make sure you were safe. I can’t even think about what could’ve happened that night. I’m sorry you found out about that. Peyton said she wouldn’t say anything.”

“She didn’t. Not at first, anyway. But when she failed to come up with an answer when I asked her how I got back to the dorm that night, I got a little suspicious.“

“Yeah, I um, I carried you.” Tom told you without meeting your eyes. It pained him inside that the last time he held you in his arms was stained with the context of that night.

“I figured.” You said softly. Tom looked up and met your eyes for the first time in a while. There was a sadness behind them that didn’t use to be there, a sadness that moved in and permanently resided since the night of the party.

“How much of that night do you remember?” Tom asked you.

“I remember our fight, if that’s what you’re asking. Everything after that is pretty hazy. I think selective amnesia has a little something to do with that.” You told him. Tom gave you a sad smile and nodded his head, not knowing what you were going through but understanding that it hurt. You looked at Tom again before looking down at the ground and digging your shoe into the dirt.

“It’s weird, though. I don’t remember a lot of that night. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it feels like in right back in his dorm room. Part of me feels like I’m still lying there on his couch.”

You didn’t look at Tom when you spoke but he could tell you were upset. He stayed silent and let you get your feelings out.

“You know what else is weird? People keep telling me I’m lucky. They say I’m lucky Peyton showed up or I’m lucky nothing happened. But something did happen. I don’t understand how people can hear about what Trent did and call that “nothing”. If it was nothing, it wouldn’t be haunting me the way it is. Nothing about that night makes me feel like I’m lucky. I wish people would stop saying that.”

“Fuck people.” Tom stated.

“Yeah.” You cracked a smile. “Fuck people.”

You looked at Tom for a minute and sucked in a sharp breath. Once you learned about the bet, you swore to yourself that you’d never speak to him again. You thought you hated him, but seeing him this upset made you want to hug him and tell him everything would he okay.

“Well?” You shrugged. “Aren’t you going to get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness or something? Aren’t you going to tell me you didn’t mean for this to happen? That you aren’t like those guys? That you’re different?”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t lie to you anymore. I am like those guys. I’m exactly like those guys. Just because I felt guilty about the bet doesn’t mean I didn’t do it. And I could’ve stopped it sooner. But I put my reputation above everything else and I hurt you in the process. So as much as I want your forgiveness, I don’t deserve it.”

Your face slowly crumpled in misery and you sucked in a shaky breath. You looked up at the sky as tears fell down your face.

“I don’t get you.” You croaked out. “I don’t get why you did this to me. I thought you really liked me. What happened?”

“I don’t know.” Tom shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know why I did what I did. I wish I could take it back. I wish I told you sooner.”

“But you didn’t. You lied to me. We could’ve been so good together but you ruined it. I freaking adored you. And I hate that now because of you, I can’t love you. You had so many chances to tell me the truth and you didn’t. Why couldn’t you have just been honest with me?”

“I don’t know.” Tom said, tears streaming down his face as well now.

“You don’t know? Do you know how frustrating it is to hear you say that? How do you not know?”

“I’m sorry. I think I convinced myself that you wouldn’t get hurt since my feelings for you were real.”

“Well that didn’t work. I got hurt.” You said as you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

“I know. I know you did, darling. And I’m really sorry.”

“You keep saying that you’re sorry.” You laughed sadly. “And you know what? I believe you. I honestly believe that you’re sorry for what you did. But just because you’re sorry doesn’t mean I have to forgive you.”

Tom nodded his head and looked down at the ground. He was silent as he wiped his face.

“We’re over, Tom.” You sighed. “That means you have to stop with the flowers and the apology notes and the waiting for me after class. Nothing you do now is gonna erase what you’ve already done. I can’t forgive you. I won’t forgive you. Please just leave me alone.”

Before Tom could respond, you turned and walked away from him. When you walked out of your class the next day, he wasn’t there. When you got back to your dorm at the end of the day, there were no flowers waiting for you. He had listened to you and left you alone, but you were no longer sure that’s what you wanted.

The semester ended two weeks later and you went back home for summer vacation. Three months passed and you didn’t hear from Tom. The pain from the breakup didn’t go away, but it did hurt less. It had been five months total since the night of the party and sometimes, you forgot about it entirely. There were other times when you laid in your bed and listened to his favorite songs and pretended he was lying beside you.

On your first day of school, you walked down the aisle of the auditorium for one of your classes and saw the back of a very familiar head. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion and you went to tap him on the shoulder.

“Tom?”

“Y/n?” Tom’s eyes widened. “Hi! Hey. Happy first day.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m so sorry. I can go if you want to me too. I didn’t know you were in this class.” Tom said as he got out of his seat.

“I’m not. This is an intro class. I’m the TA.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that when I signed up.” Tom said as he sat back down. He had hope in his eyes as he looked up at you. It was a new school year and he hoped that meant a new chance for you and him.

“You signed up to take Intro to Women’s Studies?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Yeah. I switched my major.”

“To what? You’re not going Sports Management anymore?” You asked. Tom blushed a little when you remembered what his major was. That conversation felt like a lifetime ago compared to now.

“Childhood education.” He told you. “With a minor in women’s, gender, and sexuality studies.”

“You’re kidding.” You laughed dryly. “Why would you choose that?”

“Because I want to do something with my life. And I always liked teaching my younger brothers things. I figured I’d be good at childhood education. I want to be good. Like….like you.”

“Okay.” You accepted his answer. “But why the minor?“

“Because I suck as a human being.” Tom shrugged.

“Yeah. You do.” You chuckled. Tom’s eyes lit up when he heard your laughter and he smiled to himself.

“What?“ You wondered.

“Nothing.” He smiled. “You just haven’t smiled at me in a really long time.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”

“I could never. You don’t get used to things as beautiful as that.” Tom said simply, making you bite back a smile. You quickly cleared your throat and relaxed your face.

“Class is about to start. I have to go.” You said before walking away.

You walked back to your dorm later that day and let yourself in. When you walked in, you bumped right into James.

“Woah. Sorry there.” He chuckled as he caught you.

“He was just leaving.” Peyton said from her bed.

“He better be.” You playfully smacked his arm and went to your desk.

“I am. Bye, honey.” James cupped Peyton’s face and kissed her goodbye.

“And bye to you too. Good to see you.” James said as he pulled you into a hug.

“You too.” You accepted his hug as he rubbed your back. Once James left, Peyton noticed the thoughtful look on your face.

“What’s on your mind, mama?“ Peyton asked you.

“Tom’s in my Intro To Women’s Studies class.” You told her as you sat at your desk.

“He is? Why?”

“He’s taking it. He changed his major and everything.”

“Wow. I guess he’s really changed.”

“Yeah. I guess he has.” You sighed and slumped in your chair.

“What’s wrong?” Peyton wondered.

“He makes it really hard to hate him.” You said with a sad smile.

“Maybe you don’t have to hate him anymore.” Peyton shrugged.

“You think so?”

“Look, I know I’m the last person you’d expect to hear this from, but I don’t think it would be the worst thing in the world if you forgave him. You were the happiest I’d ever seen you when you guys were together. And yeah, he did a really shitty thing and lied to you. But I’ve never seen a guy go this far to make up for a mistake. I think he really loves you and means it when he says he’s sorry.”

“So you think I should give him a second chance?” You asked quietly.

“Feel it out. You’ll have to see him three times a week for class, right? If you get the sense that he’s really changed, give him a second chance.” Peyton suggested. You nodded your head as you thought about what she said.

“Yeah. Maybe I will.”

The following week, the class had its first test on the material covered so far. When you came across Tom’s test, you graded it and were surprised to see how well he did. You decided to personally hand it back to him when you saw him in class the next day.

“Here. I graded your test.” You didn’t meet his eyes as you handed it to him.

“Oh. Thanks.” He smiled warmly and took it from you.

“Nice job.” You shrugged, finally meeting his eyes.

“Thanks.” His smile grew. “I studied really hard. I remember you said saying the material out loud helped you remember things so that’s what I did. It really works.”

You gulped a little at him using your studying habits. Him remembering that random habit of yours was all the more reason to give him a second chance.

“Y/n?” Tom frowned. “Are you okay?”

“What?” You snapped back to reality. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just, uh, keep up the good work.”

You walked away before Tom could say anything and cursed yourself for even talking to him. As the semester went on, Tom continued to excel in the course. You often saw him in the library with books all around him, studying until closing time. You could tell he was really trying to be a better person, and it really pissed you off. Every time you saw him, he made it just a little harder to stay mad at him.

“Tom?” You called after him one day after class.

“Yes?” He stopped walking and looked at you.

“I don’t even know why I’m talking to you.” You prefaced. “I shouldn’t be talking to you. But I just need to know one thing.”

“Of course. Anything.”

“Did you love me?” You asked him. “That’s all I want to know and then I swear, I’m done with all of this. That’s the one part that’s been keeping me awake. Did you actually love me? Was that part real?”

Tom blinked in surprise when he heard your question. Then, he smiled softly and nodded his head.

“I do. I do love you.”

“Oh.” You said quietly, hoping it didn’t seem like you cared as much as you did.

“I thought I fell in love with you right away, but that wasn’t exactly true. I was mostly in love with the moment. The party, the music, the whole thing. And not to mention, in love with the way you looked in that dress. But then I got to know you. And I got to know what makes you angry and what your ambitions are. And how your laugh is the loveliest sound in the world. Then, I started thinking about you more and more. I would hear songs on the radio and think about singing them to you or dancing with you to them. I’d have a thought and imagine how you would react to it. Anytime something funny happened to me, I thought about how I couldn’t wait to tell you. Just because I wanted to hear you laugh. And when we got 40 minutes into a movie and I realized I hadn’t watched a second of it because I was too busy staring at you, I realized I was falling in love.”

“Oh.” You said again, even quieter this time. The feeling you got in your chest when he spoke was something unlike anything you had ever felt before. You never thought you’d be known and appreciated in the way he just described.

“I’m not sure when I really fell though. Like, all the way. I think it was when I asked you to be my girlfriend. One day you were this girl I was seeing and the next you were my girlfriend. I was so excited. I called my mum and told her all about you. Then I couldn’t sleep that night because I was smiling so much. I think that’s when I knew I was in love with you.”

“So you really did love me?” You asked as a smile tugged at your lips.

“Of course I did. You’re you. I was completely in love with you.” He said like it was the most simple thing in the world. You smiled sadly and let out a little sigh.

“I still am.” Tom said after a beat of silence.

“So am I.” You admitted. “But what does that say about me? That I still love you after what you did to me?”

“That you’re forgiving?” Tom smiled weakly.

“That I’m an idiot.” Your smile fell. “But you knew that. That’s why you used me for your little bet.”

“Darling-“

“I have to go. I have class.” You shook your head and started to walk away.

“I could walk you.” Tom offered and walked beside you.

“Yeah? I bet you could go fuck yourself too.” You said without looking at him. Tom stopped walking and stayed where he was. You immediately felt guilty but didn’t look back. You didn’t know why you said what you said. You could feel yourself starting to forgive him and freaked out, so you said the meanest thing you could think of to get him to leave you alone.

You avoided talking to Tom for the next few weeks. You let the other TA grade his tests and left class as soon as it ended so he couldn’t talk to you. Tom felt the pit of sadness return to his stomach when he noticed your behavior. He thought you were starting to warm up to him, but now you were ignoring him all over again. He felt like all his progress had been lost. Instead of preparing for the oral presentation he had to give for his class, he only thought about you.

“Next up. Tom Holland.” The professor called once the student presenting finished up. Tom nervously cleared his throat and went up the front of the class. He looked at you before looking down at the notecards in his hands. You could tell that his hands were shaking and felt bad for him.

“You may think you know who Frida Kahlo is, but you’re frida-king wrong.” He said in a shaky voice.

“What was that?” The professor asked.

“Like “freaking” wrong. But with her name.” Tom explained with a weak smile. There was some stifled laughter from the class and Tom’s legs began to wobble as well. You laughed at his joke and he felt himself relax.

“Okay.” The professor nodded. “Continue.”

“Frida is known…Frida is…Fritos…” Tom trailed off and looked down at his note cards. They were impossible to read with how much his hands were shaking.

“Did he say Fritos?” The professor whispered to you.

“He did, ma’am.” You nodded.

“Tom? You’re getting off topic, hon.” The professor sighed. “Just read us what you wrote.”

“Frida Kahlo is…Frida Kahlo is…” He tried again. Tom gulped and looked up from his note cards, his eyes landing on you. You gave him a reassuring smile and nodded, urging him to go on.

“I watched Ratatouille last night.” He blurted as he dropped his notecards.

“What was that?” The professor asked.

“Oh God.” You slid down in your seat and braced yourself for what was coming.

“I watched it and I cried my eyes out. Not because it was cinematic poetry. Which it is. But I cried because the last time I watched it, I realized I was falling in love for the first time.” Tom said as he looked directly at you. The other students in the classroom looked at each other and mumbled things under their breath.

“What does this have to do with Frida Kahlo?” The professor asked you.

“It doesn’t. It has to do with me being an a-s-s hole.”

“Why did he spell it? He’s the youngest person in here?” You heard a student whisper behind you.

“Last year, my frat and I formed a bet.” Tom began.

“Oh God. Here we go.” You groaned and hid your face with your hands.

“We bet that whoever could get a girl to fall in love with them by the end of the semester got to be president.” Tom continued, making the class snort with laughter.

“It’s okay. You can laugh.” Tom smiled a little. “It was a really dumb bet. But the entire frat had a combined GPA of about 1.4 so it was the best we could come up with.”

The class laughed again and this time, you laughed too. Tom noticed your smile and felt his confidence come back.

“My buddy Harrison picked Y/n to be the girl I had to get to fall in love with me. And at first, that seemed impossible. I mean, look at her. She’s in the front row if you don’t know her. And she sits there because she’s the TA of this class. She took it her freshman year and got an A. I know that because she told me.”

You smiled a little in embarrassment as everyone in the class looked at you. You looked around as well before returning your attention to Tom. You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“She told me everything about her. And somewhere in between her telling me her favorite color and her telling me her deepest secrets, I fell in love with her. Although, it was definitely closer to when she told me her favorite color. It’s yellow, by the way. Which personally, I find adorable. She said it’s yellow because that was the color of her best friend's walls growing up. It’s also the color of bees and she loves bees. Now she associates that color with comfort. I started wearing a lot more yellow after she told me what. Because I wanted her to associate me with comfort.”

Tom’s expression changed as his face crumped a little. His eyes that were previously on you fell to the floor in shame.

“But now, I think she associates me with one of the worst things that ever happened to her. I think I am one of the worst things that ever happened to her.” Tom said quietly. The classroom filled with an uncomfortable silence and you awkwardly shifted in your seat. You looked over at the professor, who was dabbing away tears. You rolled your eyes at her and looked back at Tom.

“I was her boyfriend. I was supposed to protect her. And instead, I was the thing she should’ve been protected from.” Tom said, mostly to himself.

“What does this have to do with Frida Kahlo?” Your professor cut in.

“It doesn’t.” Tom said before looking directly at you.

“I’m sorry. Even if you never forgive me, I will never stop being sorry.” He said. With that, he nodded his head and left the room.

“Okay.” Your professor laughed awkwardly. “I’m not sure why he left. We still have an hour left of class. But, uh, next presentation.”

Once class was over, you ran outside and looked around. Just as you hoped, Tom was sitting on a nearby bench looking particularly upset. You walked up to him and kicked his shoe to get his attention.

“Could you look any more miserable?” You asked him.

“I am miserable. You were the best thing that ever happened to me-“

“Please.” You cut him off. “Not another apology. I can't listen to another one of your monologues. I’m literally begging you.”

“Okay. I won’t. Just know that-“

“That you’re sorry. And that you love me. And you wish you could take it all back. I get it.” You finished his sentence for him.

“You do?“ Tom asked as he stood up.

“Yeah. And while I still think it was shitty, I can tell that you also think it was shitty. And that makes me feel a little better.” You said as you cracked a smile.

“Good.” He returned the smile. You looked at each other for a moment and it felt like old times, before all the drama. To Tom’s surprise, you reached up and ran your fingers through his hair.

“You don’t wear backward hats anymore?” You asked him.

“No. Someone told me once that they were dumb.” He shrugged, making you smile.

“She sounds really smart.”

“She is. She has a GPA of 4.4. She’s also a biomedical engineer major with a minor in women’s, gender, and sexuality studies and could answer just about any question you ask her.” Tom replied, making your smile grow. It had been months since you told him all of that, but somehow he remembered. You felt yourself wanting to forgive him again and this time, it didn’t scare you.

“Have you ever seen 27 Dresses?” You asked as you took a step closer to him.

“Yeah. Obviously.” He scoffed.

“Do you want to come over and watch it again?” You asked as you looked at him through your eyelashes. Tom felt his entire face go red but he kept his cool.

“Yeah.” He said again. “Obviously.”

You smiled and started walking together in the direction of your dorm. Tom silently took your books out of your hands and held them with one arm. He placed his other arm around your shoulders while you slipped yours around his waist.

“We could also watch She’s All That. Have you seen that one?” You asked, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Stop.” He laughed through a whine.

“Or How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.” You continued. “That’s also a good one.”

“I actually haven’t seen that one. What’s it about?” He asked you.

“It’s so good.” You told him. “There are these two people, Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey, right? And basically, they form this bet.”

THE END

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

chapter five: the night we met

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

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Two months into your relationship with Tom, life was good. The more time he spent out of the frat house, the more he forgot about the bet. There were times when he’d be hanging out with you and could imagine doing it for the rest of his life. He knew it wasn’t his decision to start talking to, but it was his decision to stay. He told himself that he started to feel guilty about lying to you. Sometimes it was enough to make the guilt go away, and sometimes it wasn’t.

Tensions were high in the house ever since the fight in the kitchen. Trent, Brad, and the boys on their side kept their distance from Tom and his brothers as the days went on. Tom tried to keep you out of the frat house as much as possible to limit your contact with any of his brothers. That wasn’t always possible since Harrison and Peyton were now dating. When they wanted to stay at your dorm, Tom had no choice but to take you to the frat house.

“Wow. It actually smells good in here for once.” You remarked as you stepped into the house. Tom sniffed the air and smelt baked goods, immediately growing suspicious.

“Is that you, T bag? We just made some wee-“ Harry stopped his sentence when he saw you standing next to Tom. He nervously looked down at the plate for brownies in his hand and threw on a smile.

“W-eally good brownies.” He said quickly. “W-eally, w-eally good. You guys should try some.”

“We’re good.” Tom said as he led you towards his room. He could hear Trent and Brad in the other room and gulped.

“These stairs are hazardous. You shouldn’t take the risk.” Tom said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Tom! This is so unnecessary.” You laughed as he ran up the stairs with you.

“Why? It’s an homage to the night we met.” He laughed nervously as he rushed past Trent’s door. He got to his own room and locked the door behind him before throwing you on his bed.

“Woo. That was fun.” Tom nodded too many times as he nervously looked at his door. Having you at the house when Trent and Brad were home was just begging for trouble.

“You’re so weird sometimes.” You laughed and gave him a strange look. Tom relaxed a little and got on the bed beside you.

“You think I’m weird? You read on trains instead of listening to music. That’s psychopath behavior.” He snorted as he laid his head in your lap.

“Oh, I’m the psychopath? Did you forget that one time I pulled your sheets back and found a full bowl of ramen in your bed? Full!”

“Look, we all make a bowl of ramen and forget about it. It happens to all of us. I don’t know why you can’t let that go.” Tom rolled his eyes at you, making you laugh. He looked up at you and smiled before getting comfortable in your lap.

“Can you play with my hair?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“You’re the boyfriend. You should be playing with my hair.” You playfully reminded him.

“I like it when you do it.” He whined and nuzzled his face into your lap.

“Fine.” You sighed loudly and took his hat off his head. You began to run your hands through his hair, wrapping his curls around your fingers.

“Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow.” You sang softly as you continued to play with his hair. Tom sighed in content and shut his eyes as he let himself relax. He turned suddenly and looked up at you with a timid look on his face.

“What?” You asked him.

“Nothing.” He shrugged and looked away.

“If you want it, just ask.” You sighed playfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom replied, and you could hear his smile.

“Sure you don’t.” You humored him as your moves your hand from his hair to his back. You lightly dug your fingernails into him as you scratched his back in the way he liked.

“Can you do under the shirt?” He whined a little and pressed his face into your lap. You laughed and slipped your hand under his t shirt to scratch his back.

“What? What’s funny?” He asked and he turned his body to look up at you.

“Nothing.” You smiled down at him. “You’re just clingy.”

“What?” He sat up in shock. “I am not.”

“You’re so clingy. You’re the clingiest person I know.“

“I’m not.” Tom pouted as he pulled you by your ankles so you were sitting between his legs.

“You are. And it’s okay that you are. I like it.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You do?” Tom asked with a hint of insecurity in his voice.

“I do. I kinda like that you’re an asshole to everyone but me.” You chuckled.

“Because nobody but you matters.” Tom said softly. Your grew and you tugged him closer by his shirt. Tom closed the gap the rest of the way and kissed you slowly. He leaned forward and gently laid you down on his bed without breaking the kiss. You slipped your hand back under his shirt and dragged your nails down his back, not being gentle this time. The kiss was interrupted by a loud knocking at Tom’s door. You jumped apart and gave each other a look as Brad came in.

“Everybody decent?” Brad asked. He had his hand over his eyes but was clearly looking his fingers.

“Yes.” Tom grumbled. “What do you want?”

“The boys and I were thinking of throwing a party tonight. You guys in?”

“Uh, I don’t know.” Tom said as he looked at you. “She has a test on Monday. I was gonna help her study.”

“Dude. It’s a Friday. You’re gonna miss out on a party to study?” Brad groaned and gave you an annoyed look. You gulped a little and faked a smile for Brad.

“It’s okay. I can study tomorrow. You guys should throw a party.” You assured them. Tom looked over at you and sighed. He could tell you didn’t actually want to go to the party and only agreed to appease Brad.

“Cool. Thanks Shark Week.” Brad gave you a thumbs up and left the room.

“What did he call me?” You laughed in confusion and looked at Tom.

“I don’t know. He’s always calling people random things.” Tom lied as his eyes darted to the side.

“Hm. What a weirdo.”

“Yep. Super weird guy.” Tom nodded too many times. “Are you sure about this party, love? Your final is on Monday.”

“I’m sure. I can always go home early. I don’t want you to change your lifestyle for me.” You told him with a hint of a sad smile.

“Okay. We can stay for as long as you want.” He told you as he rubbed your knee with his hand. You looked at his hand for a minute before slowly looking up into his eyes.

“When I leave, do you want to come home with me?” You asked as you put your hand on top of his.

“Okay.” Tom smiled. “Sure.”

“Peyton said she was staying here for the weekend.” You continued. “We’ll have my dorm to ourselves.”

“Ooo. Another movie marathon?” He asked, still not getting it.

“Yeah. We could put on a movie.” You said as you leaned closer to him. You kissed Tom slowly before pulling away.

“And then not watch the movie.” You spoke softly and looked at him through your eyelashes. Tom backed away a little as he realized what you were saying.

“You mean….”

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “I wanna go all the way with you.”

“Are you sure?” Tom asked as he felt his mouth go dry. It was what he wanted more than anything else in the world, but he had to prioritize your feelings over his own. He knew you were reserved about it in the past and wanted to make sure you came to this decision entirely on your own.

“I’m sure. I love you. And I want to do this with you.”

Tom felt the wind get knocked out of his chest when he heard you say this. His entire face heated up in a boyish blush as he smiled widely.

“You love me?” He laughed a little in disbelief as he took your hands in his.

“Surprise.” You laughed as well and pressed your forehead against his. Tom grinned and took your face between his hands. He kissed your lips before kissing your forehead, cheeks, and nose. You laughed in delight as he continued to kiss you all over your face.

“I love you too.” He said as he brushed his thumbs against your cheeks. No achievement he had ever met could compare to you telling him your loved him. He was beaming with excitement until he realized something.

“Oh shit.” He whispered.

“What?” You frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ll be right back. Stay here. Love you.” He kissed you again and quickly ran out of the room. Tom went to Harrison’s room and shut the door behind him.

“Dude.” Tom whispered gravely. “Dude dude dude.”

“Dude. What’s up?” Harrison asked in concern.

“Dude, Y/n just told me she loves me.” Tom said, unable to fight the smile that appeared when he said it.

“Dude.” Harrison’s eyes widened.

“And she wants to have sex, dude.” Tom whispered. “Tonight. After the party.”

“Dude!” Harrison exclaimed. “You guys haven’t yet right?“

“No, dude. And she wants to tonight. Because she loves me. She freaking loves me.” Tom nearly screamed as he paced around Harrison’s room.

“This is good, right? It means you won the bet, dude.” Harrison said, making Tom stop in his tracks.

“No, dude.” Tom sighed. “This is horrible. It means I let this bet bullshit go on way too long.”

“Dude.” Harrison sighed. “It’s been months. You never told her about the bet?”

“How could I? The bet was the only reason I talked to her at the party that night, dude. It would crush her if she knew that.”

“What about all the times you’ve seen her since the party, dude? Wasn’t that for the bet?”

“No, dude. That was just because I liked her. I liked her right away. I forgot about the bet seconds into our first conversation. I’m so mad at myself right now, dude. I should’ve just told her. It’s way too late now.”

“Maybe she’ll find it funny.” Harrison shrugged weakly.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll break her heart.” Tom said, making the room go silent. The boys stared at each other in despair, both knowing Tom was right. Harrison saw Tom’s eyes tear up and walked over to him. He put his hands on Tom’s shoulder to make him look at him.

“Listen, dude. You need to tell her before someone else does. You know the guys are. Especially Brad and Trent. If those assholes find out you won the bet, they’re gonna make a huge deal about it. And she shouldn’t be there when they do.”

“Okay. Yeah. I gotta tell her.” Tom nodded in agreement. He went to leave the room but Harrison pulled him back.

“Dude, wait.”

“What, dude?“ Tom wondered.

“Somebody loves you, dude.” Harrison smiled proudly.

“I know.” Tom grinned. “She loves me. And I love her.”

Harrison hugged Tom tightly before sending him out of the room. Tom didn’t notice Brad standing outside Harrison’s door as he walked back to his own room.

“Hey, baby girl. Sorry about that. I had to

tell Harrison something.” Tom said as he shut his door behind him.

“Hey.” You smiled sympathetically at him. “I’m so sorry. I totally forgot that I’m supposed to tutor in the library today.”

“Oh, okay. Can we talk really quick first?” He asked, hoping to get the bet conversation out of the way as soon as possible.

“Can it wait until the party? I’m running late.” You said as you put your backpack on.

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll see you tonight.” Tom said as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“Bye. Love you.” You kissed him goodbye.

“I love you too.” He grinned. “Feels so good to say.”

You chuckled and kissed him again before leaving the room.

“Bye.” Brad waved to you as you passed him in the hallway.

“Bye.” You called back without checking to see who it was. Brad smirked to himself and went to go find Trent.

Later that nights you held Peyton’s hand as you stood outside the frat house. After telling her about the plan you and Tom made, she insisted on making you up. Instead of throwing you into one of her dresses, she let you wear what you wanted. You ended up in a ruffled red dress and a pair of heels lent to you by Peyton. Peyton gave your hand a squeeze and knocked on the door. Harry opened the door and smiled happily.

“Tom! Harrison! Your girlfriends are here.” Harry called behind him. He stepped back and held the door open for the two of you. You walked in and were immediately greeted by Tom and Harrison. Harrison picked Peyton up and spun her around as Tom kissed you hello.

“Woah. Why are you tall?” He walked once he set you down. You looked down at the same time and his eyes widened when he saw your high heels.

“I wanted to look good for you.” You smiled shyly. Tom returned the smile and took your chin between his fingers.

“You always look good to me, darling.” He said softly. Just as he was leaning in to kiss you, Harrison put his arms around both your shoulders.

“Come on losers. Let’s get drunk!” He shouted and shook you both. Peyton grabbed your hand and lead you to the kitchen to get some drinks. After taking a few shots, she wanted to dance. You looked over her shoulder from Tom as you danced with her in the living room.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find Tom.” You shouted over the music. You left Peyton and walked through the house, suddenly feeling arms weak around you from behind.

“You left me.” Tom whined in your ear. You turned around in his arms and smiled at the sight of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now.” You told him as you rubbed your nose against his. Tom gave you a tipsy smile as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re so pretty. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He said in his drunken state.

“You’re pretty too. Give me your hat.” You took his hat off his head and put it on your own.

“See? Logoless hats are catching on.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss both your cheeks. He was clingy when he was sober and even clingier when drunk.

“No. I’m just letting you mark your territory.” You teased him and adjusted the hat.

“Aw. I said that the night we met.” He realized and wrapped his arms tighter around your body. The house was packed from wall to wall with people, but it felt like it was just the two of you. You swayed to the music together in a slow dance, despite the fast paced beat of the song.

“Can you tell me you love me again?“ Tom smiled in his drunken state.

“I love you.” You shouted over the music. Tom threw his head back in glee before coming back to you.

“I love you too.” He grinned and kissed you all over your face. Brad was passing by and saw you and Tom wrapped around each other. He looked up and saw Trent near the front door. Trent nodded and left the house, and Brad knew what to do.

“You won a bet, babe?” You smiled proudly. “What was it?”

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

chapter eight: the twin flame bruise

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

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“As you all know, I won the bet. I was the first to get a girl to fall in love with me, so I stand before you as the president of Delta Nu.”

It was a week after the party and officially the start of a new semester. Tom’s frat brothers sat in seats in front of him a as he gave his first speech as president. He looked around the room at all his frat brothers and let out a nervous breath. Then, he looked down at his note cards and spoke before he lost his nerve.

“For my first act as president, I am officially disbanding the Delta Nu chapter on this campus. Effective immediately.”

He was immediately met with a roar of backlash from his frat brothers. Some threw questions at him while others talked amongst themselves. With everyone speaking at once, Tom couldn’t hear any of the questions being asked of him. Tom banged on the gavel until they all quieted down. One of the boys raised his hand and Tom called on him.

“Yes, Elijah.”

“You can’t do that.” Trevor stated, making all the boys shout in agreement. Tom hit the gavel again to get their attention.

“Yes, I can. I already submitted a proposal for the abolishment of this chapter to national headquarters.”

“But why?” Elijah asked.

“You want to know why I’m doing this? I’m doing this because we suck. We all suck. The few of us who aren’t emotionally scaring women for the rest of their lives simply stand by and watch those of us do. If you don’t speak up when your friend is harassing a girl, then you might as well be harassing her too. You’re not better just because you’re not the one doing it.”

“This is bullshit. Why are we all being punished for what Trent did?” One of the boys asked and the rest murmured in agreement.

“Because look at us. Look at what we do. How many of you would’ve stepped in and stopped Trent? How many of you would’ve even noticed what he was doing?” Tom asked, making the room fall silent.

“This is what I mean, guys. We don’t stop each other when someone goes too far. We just cover it up and move on. But the girls that we do this to, don’t get to move on. They start walking home with their keys between their fingers. And they stop laughing the way they used to because of us made them feel bad about it. They eat less because of something we said and stop wearing their favorite shirt because we made fun of it. We emotionally terrorize these girls and praise each other for who does it best. And that doesn’t make us stereotypical “asshole” frat guys. That makes us terrible human beings.”

Tom looked around at his brothers and hoped what he said had made an impact on him. Instead, they started to boo him and throw paper balls at him. Tom ducked when a ball come flying at him and looked to Harrison for help. Harrison quickly stood up to get their attention.

“He’s right. We do suck. Especially Chad. You suck big time, bro. And so do I because I’m the one who made this stupid bet in the first place.” Harrison shouted over the noise.

“The bet was nothing in compared to what Trent did.” Elijah pointed out.

“Maybe not.” Tom agreed. “But it was still a shitty thing to do. We bet that we could get a girl to fall in love with us by the end of the semester. By taking part in this bet, we admitted that we view the women on this campus as toys that can be played with. But when you win a game against people who didn’t know they were playing, you don’t really win. You lose. You lose yourself. You lose your humanity. You lose the ability to say that you’re a good person without lying to yourself.”

Tom looked down at his note cards and dropped them on the podium. He decided to go off script and speak from the heart instead. It was the kind of cliche that happened in the movies the romantic comedies you liked to watch and made Tom think of you.

“When I was a little boy, I was nice.” Tom began. “My mom used to tell me that all her friends couldn’t get over what a gentleman I was. Now, I think my mom would cry if she knew what I was like. I think she’d be sick to her stomach if I told her about this bet. And I bet your moms would be too. Do you think your moms or your sisters or your grandmas would be proud of you if they knew about this bet? Hell, are you proud?”

Tom looked around the room but didn’t meet a single eye. Everyone was avoiding eye contact as they thought about their worst moments. Every time they stood a girl up, made her cry, laughed at her dreams, rolled their eyes at her jokes, made her feel dumb, screamed in her face, or lied to her replayed in their minds.

“It’s different when you put it like that. I’d kill a guy for doing this to my sister.” Brad, who had previously been silent, spoke up.

“That’s our problem.” Tom laughed dryly. “We can’t pick and chose which women have value. All women are people with feelings, whether they’re related to us or not. A lot of us don’t get that. But we need to. We can do better. We have to do better. This frat has become a breeding ground for people like Trent. So I’m disbanding it. And maybe you’ll all go on and join another frat and keep living the way you’re living. Or maybe you’ll take what I said here into consideration. I hope you do the second one.”

Tom looked around the room one last time before setting his gavel down on the podium.

“Meeting is over. You’re all dismissed. Move your stuff out by the end of the week.” Tom said before leaving the podium. The boys slowly dispersed as Tom walked over to Harrison.

“You did the right thing man.” Harrison told him.

“Yeah. About a semester too late.” Tom sighed. “But when you get bit by a snake, you have to suck out all the poison. And that's what I have to do, suck all the poison out of my life.”

“Wow. That’s really deep. Did you just come up with that?” Harrison wondered.

“No. I stole it from Mean Girls.” Tom admitted. “But it’s true. The root of the poison started here. And I let it infect me and I hate it. I hate everything about this stupid frat. And I hate that I dragged Y/n into it.”

“I know, dude. But she’ll forgive you one day.”

“I hope so.” Tom said as he looked over his shoulder. He looked at the swords mounted to the wall, the holes punched into almost every wall in the house, the cans of beer and empty liquor bottles were strewn across the ground. He then took his hat off his head and looked down at it.

“I don’t even recognize myself anymore.” Tom said, mostly to himself.

“Neither do I.” Harrison smiled sadly. “I feel like I’m the worst version of myself yet.”

“So do I.” Tom sighed. “Have you spoken to Peyton?”

“No. She won’t talk to me. Have you spoken to Y/n?”

“No. I’ve left her a million messages but I think she blocked my number. I was gonna go over there today to apologize in person.”

“I’ll go with you.” Harrison decided and nodded towards the door.

A few minutes later, the boys stood outside your door with their hearts pounding in their chests. They stopped by the corner store to pick something up before heading over to your dorm. Harrison patted Tom on the back before knocking on the door. Peyton opened it, her smile dropping as soon as she saw who it was.

“Oh. Ew.” She scrunched her face in disgust and went to shut the door.

“Please don’t shut the door. I just want to talk to Y/n.” Tom pleaded as he pushed the door back open. Peyton shut it enough so only her face was sticking out.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you. Believe it or not.”

“Please?” Tom begged. “I haven’t spoken to her all week. I just want to see that she’s okay.”

“She’s fine. No thanks to you.” Peyton said flatly.

“Then can you at least give her these?” Tom asked as he held out some flowers.

“Fine.“ Peyton rolled her eyes and snatched the flowers.

“And these?” Tom smiled weakly and held out a pack of Reese’s. Peyton gave him a strange look and took the candy. She then made eye contact with Harrison for the first time since their breakup.

“Hi.” He smiled at her and gave a little wave.

“Get lost.” She scoffed and shut the door.

“Who was that?” You asked when Peyton came back into your room.

“Some idiots. These are for you.” Peyton said as she held out the candy and flowers. You looked at them curiously as you took them. You sniffed the flowers and cracked a smile.

“What?” Peyton wondered.

“He brought me flowers.” You spoke in a quiet tone. It was an old-fashioned gesture, the kind he knew you loved.

“Yep. He probably brought bees into our dorm too.” Peyton mumbled.

“I love bees.” You said softly.

“What was that?” Peyton asked.

“Nothing. Thanks for answering the door.“

“Anytime, girl.” She gave you a warm smile. You returned the smile before looking down at the candy in your hands. You unwrapped it and took a bite, immediately thinking back to one of your earliest encounters with Tom. You were so sure he was a good guy when he brought you Reese’s back from the store, along with the pads. Now, you weren’t sure of anything.

Over the next few days, there was a new bouquet of flowers waiting for you every time you left your dorm. Each bouquet had a long, handwritten apology attached to the stems. You would read the first few lines and drop them right into the trash, then go back and read them later. Each note was different, showing you that Tom was really trying.

“More flowers?” You asked when Peyton came into the room one day with a handful of daisies.

“Yep. And a latte this time.” She replied and handed you the cup in her hand.

“A latte?” You asked curiously. She watched your face go from confused to surprised once you took a sip.

“What?“ She wondered.

“It’s a an unsweetened cinnamon light soy latte.” You smiled fondly as you looked at the cup.

“You drink those?”

“No. Sandra Bullock does in The Proposal. It’s like Christmas in a cup.” You said and took another sip.

“Why would he drop that off?” Peyton wondered.

“I don’t know.” You lied. “Weird.”

First, it was the candy from the morning you got your period on his sheets. Now, it was the latte from your favorite movie. That, along with all the flowers he was sending you, we’re making it more difficult to hate Tom than you hoped.

In addition to the flowers, Tom had been waiting for you outside your classes. He waited from a distance this time, just to make sure you were okay. He never failed to show up and watch as you went from one class to another.

“Hey.” Tom smiled hopefully as you walked by him.

“Don’t bother.” You replied, never turning your head to look his way. When you ignored him, it felt as if he didn’t even exist. The perfume that used to stain his sheets and leave him thinking of you when you were gone was now all that hung in the air between you as you walked away.

As the weeks went by, the flowers never stopped. Every surface in your dorm had a multiple vases filled with flowers on them. Watering each individual vase had been keeping your mind off everything that had happened. You were watering

“I’ll get it.” Peyton told you when you heard a knock at the door one day.

“Hi. Me again.” Tom smiled sheepishly and held up a bouquet of yellow roses.

“Tom. You gotta give this up. Just go home.” Peyton sighed and tried to close the door.

“Please let me see her.”

“She doesn’t want to see you. I tell you this every day. Why don’t you get that?”

Before Tom could respond, he heard familiar laughter coming from inside your dorm. He heard male voices that he knew all too well and frowned in confusion.

“Are those my brothers?” Tom asked and pointed inside.

“No.” Peyton lied as Tom pushed past her. Once he was in your dorm, he saw Sam and Harry sitting on your bed. You were all laughing as you took forkfuls out of a tin of brownies.

“Harry? Sam? What are you guys doing here?” Tom asked. He then made eye contact with you and felt his entire face go red. You hadn’t spoken to each other since the night of the party, about a month ago. His hair was a little longer and curlier than since you last saw him. He was wearing a nice button-down shirt, a sharp contrast to the usually backward cap and jerseys you usually saw him in.

“Hi Tom.” You said with a mouthful of brownies. He smiled fondly at you and felt like he could cry just from hearing you speak to him again.

“Hi darling. How are you feeling?”

“Better.” You shrugged and looked away from him.

“She’s a lot better.” Sam insisted. “Because there is no ailment slutty brownies can’t fix.”

“Slutty brownies?” Tom questioned.

“Its brownies with Oreos and chocolate chip cookies baked into them. Sam made them for Y/n. You gotta try these.” Harry said as he held up the tin of brownies.

“I’m good, thanks. Um, these are for you, Y/n.” Tom said as he sheepishly held out the bouquet of flowers. He usually left them at your door so this was the first time he was getting to hand them to you in person.

“Thanks.” You took them from him without looking him in the eyes. Tom felt his heartbreak all over again at your iciness towards him and nervously cleared his throat.

“Uh, yellow roses are meant to symbolize friendship.” Tom told you. “Because I hope we can be friends again.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t bet on it.” You mumbled as you pulled a petal off one of the flowers.

“Ha. She loves me not?” Sam snorted and pointed to the petal.

“Exactly.” You smiled dryly at him. Somehow, that stung Tom worse than your previous silence had.

“Nice one.” Harry smirked and held his fist out. You cracked a smile and bumped his fist with your own, making Tom’s jealousy rise up again.

“Can I talk to you guys outside for a second?” Tom asked his brothers. Sam handed the brownies back to you before walking out of the room with Tom.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” He asked them.

“We came to apologize to her about the bet.” Harry explained.

“And then about everything else we’ve ever done to women.” Sam added.

“You came to apologize to her? Why?”

“We all took part in the bet.” Sam shrugged. “We all encouraged you to do what you did to her. It wasn’t a one-man operation. We all fucked her over.”

“I mean, I guess so. But what did she say? Did she forgive you?”

“Yeah.” Harry nodded. “Although I think the brownies had more to do with that than our apology.”

“I make really good brownies.” Sam shrugged.

“Do you think she’ll forgive me too?” Tom asked as he looked at your door. Harry and Sam exchanged a look, making Tom think they already had this conversation with you.

“I don’t know, man.” Harry smiled apologetically. “We encouraged the bet but we weren’t the ones playing with her feelings like that.”

“What we did was a lot different from what you did.” Sam added. “It was still bad, but not as bad as you.”

“Yeah. I guess you’re right.” Tom nodded in disappointment and looked at your door again. He could hear you laughing at something Peyton had said and let out a sigh.

“I don’t think she wants me to go back in there. Can you just tell her I’m sorry? And that I miss her?”

“Sure.” Sam said. “We’ll probably leave soon too. I’ll tell her what you said.”

Tom looked at your door again and felt that recurring pit of sadness in his stomach. More than anything, he wished things could go back to the way they used to be. He wanted to be able to walk into your room again and have you kiss him hello instead of avoiding eye contact.

“Could you tell her one more thing?” Tom asked his brothers. After listening to what Tom had to say, Sam and Harry went back into your room.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked when they came back alone. You tried not to sound as disappointed as you felt that he was no longer there.

“He left. He wanted us to tell you something though.” Sam said, piquing your interest.

“Tell me what?” You wondered, doing your best to sound uninterested.

“He said you were the coolest girl he’s ever met.” Harry repeated the words Tom said to him. Your jaw dropped a little in surprise when you heard those words out of Harry’s mouth. You thought about the night you met Tom a lot. You replayed the conversations you had with him and tried to remember if his deception ever surfaced. Instead, all you remembered was bonding over movies and wearing his weird little gray hat.

“I don’t get it.” Peyton frowned. “Does that mean something?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked around the room. Everyone was looking at you expectantly for an explanation, but you didn’t want to give them one.

“No.” You smiled tightly. “It means nothing.

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

chapter four: trouble, trouble trouble

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After spending the weekend in your dorm, Tom finally came back to the frat house. He strolled in late Sunday afternoon and found a kitchen full of his brothers.

“Dude, where have you been all weekend?” Harrison asked. “You missed an insane party. And then you missed a really lame party. But that was only because Harry was hosting.”

“Screw me for thinking a murder mystery party would be fun.” Harry mumbled.

“Sorry guys. I was with Y/n.” Tom shrugged and tried to leave the kitchen. Trent hopped off the counter he was sitting on and blocked Tom from leaving the kitchen.

“You were with Shark Week all weekend?” Trent asked with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Don’t call her that.” Tom said sternly.

“How is she?” Trent smirked. “Can she still walk?”

“Shut up.” Tom rolled his eyes. “Yes, she can still walk. Now get out of my way.”

“Wow. He was there whole weekend, guys. Talk about a British Invasion.” Trent said loud enough for the rest of the boys to hear. Tom narrowed his eyes at Trent and sensed that he was up to something.

“Shut up, dude. We didn’t even hook up this weekend, so shut your mouth.”

“You were there all weekend and didn’t hook up?” Trent covered his mouth with his fist as he laughed at Tom’s expense. Tom shook his head and Trent looked around as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“What is wrong with you, T bag?” Trent laughed again. “I mean, you spend a whole weekend at a girls dorm and don’t hit it? Have we taught you nothing?”

“Maybe I didn’t go there to hook up with her. Maybe I just wanted to spend time with her. Because while you were busy getting alcohol poisoning in this hell hole all weekend, I was with a beautiful, funny, and brilliant girl.” Tom said as he pushed Trent back a little. Trent’s eyes darkened as he took a step towards Tom.

“Oh I see.” Trent laughed a little. “She’s a virgin, isn’t she? And she’s too scared to give herself away to the big bad frat boy. Harrison really picked a good one for you, didn’t he T-bag? You really lucked out by getting a virgin as the girl you have to make fall in love with you.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?“ Tom narrowed his eyes at Trent.

“I’m saying it’s a good thing, dude.” Trent raised his hands in defense. “If she’s a virgin, that means none of us have ever been with her. Or any guy for that matter. And think about it. What would you rather drive? A brand new Mercedes or a an old station wagon that had a couple thousand miles on it?”

Tom got quite as he thought about what Trent was saying. You hadn’t gone farther than making out with Tom, and while that didn’t bother him, it made him wonder if there was any truth to what Trent was saying.

“Dude, you are so going to win this bet. I’d be mad but I’m too impressed.” Harry chimed in to ease the tension. Tom let out an unamused sigh as Trent pushed him back into the kitchen.

“Come on, T bag. We wanna hear about how you won the bet.” Trent smiled smugly as he slung an arm around Tom.

“Guys, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this. I want out of the bet.” Tom said as he pushed Trent’s arm off of him.

“What? Why? You’re literally winning.” Brad pointed out and the rest of the boys nodded in agreement.

“That’s the point.” Tom said. “Girls aren’t things that we “win.” They’re people. With feelings. This whole bet was fucked up from the beginning.”

“What?” Sam laughed. “You agreed to do it.”

“I know. But now I want out. We can’t keep treating girls like this, guys. We’re all a bunch of misogynistic assholes.”

“Excuse you, I have never massaged anyone.” Harry scoffed.

“What are you talking about? We treat girls just fine.” Harrison asked. Unlike the other boys, he was actually interested in hearing what Tom had to say.

“No, we don’t.” Tom shook his head. “We’re fucking these girls up. Do you know that on the night we met, Y/n asked if it was okay that we didn’t have sex? And she was relieved when I said we didn’t have to if she didn’t want to. She even apologized to me.”

“So?” Brad shrugged.

“So?” Tom’s eyes widened. “Dude, that means she didn’t think she was allowed to make the decision about if we would have sex or not. She thought she needed my permission to say no. Can you imagine the reactions from guys she must’ve gotten in the past for her to think that? And who did you think those guys were? Assholes like us who makes girls think they owe us something. We have to do better.”

“You’re acting crazy, bro. Did Shark Week fill your head with this crazy feminist bull crap?” Trent asked with a smug expression. Some of the other boys laughed and clapped Trent on the back in approval.

“This is what I mean. Do you even hear yourselves?” Tom looked around the room. “We’ve been treating girls like garbage ever since we joined this frat. I used to be nice. I was a gentleman. Now I’m an asshole who bets on girls feelings.”

Harrison looked down at the floor as he thought about his past actions. He thought about the way he treated Peyton in the past and felt guilt bubble up in his stomach. Sam and Harry exchanged a look, both thinking about the way they’ve been treating girls and not liking what they remembered.

“What did Shark Week do to you this weekend?” Trent laughed. “Force you to listen to her teach a 101 course in woman’s rights?”

“She probably put a hex on him.” Brad chimed in and moved his fingers like he was casting a spell. As Tom watched his frat brothers laugh at your expense, he felt anger rise inside him. He shoved Trent against the wall and grabbed him by the shirt.

“Stop calling her Shark Week. Her name is Y/n. If I ever hear you talking shit about my girl again, I’ll kill you.” Tom threatened as Sam and Harry pulled him off of Trent. Trent raised his fist to punch Tom, but Brad held him back. Harrison just sat in the middle and watched.

“Screw you, man.” Trent spat. “You never lay a hand on a brother. That’s like the most important house rule.”

Tom stayed silent as he stared daggers at Trent. He wanted to fight him for what he said about you, but his brothers were holding him back. Trent looked at the expression on Tom’s face and smirked a little.

“You know what I think this is about? I think you really fell for her and now you’re scared.” Trent said as he pointed to Tom.

“I’m not scared.” Tom scoffed.

“Yes you are.” Trent insisted. “You’ve never had a real girlfriend. You use girls and discard them when you’re done, just like the rest of us. But now, you love Y/n and you’re scared that she will never love you back. And if she doesn’t, not only will you lose the bet, you’ll be humiliated.”

“Fuck the bet.” Tom shouted. “I’m not doing that anymore. And none of you should do it either.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re scared you won’t win.” Brad spoke up. The boys on his side of the room nodded in agreement while the boys on Tom’s side stayed silent. Tom looked around the room at all his frat brothers as an idea formed in his head. If he won the bet, he could make some changed around the frat house. People would have to listen to him because he’d be the president. If someone else won, things would stay the way they were and people like you would continue to get hurt. Tom didn’t want to, but he knew what he had to do.

“Fine. I’ll do the bet.” Tom decided. “And when I win, I’m gonna ban all the barbaric bullshit we do around here. No more swords on walls or only letting certain people into our parties. And no more barking like the dogs you are when a girl stays over. It’s humiliating. And not just for the girl.”

Harry and Sam exchanged a look and their eyes slowly fell to the ground in shame. They knew Tom was right, but they didn’t have the courage to speak up against Trent and agree. Harrison was busy thinking of all the times he kicked Peyton out after hooking up, sometimes before she could get her shoes back on.

“You’ve changed, man. You spend a weekend with Shark Week and suddenly, you get your period too.” Trent said with a smirk as he took a step towards Tom. Tom stepped forward as fell with a clenched fist and a locked jaw.

“Back off, man. We all need to cool down.” Harry said as he stepped between his brother and Trent.

“Fine. But when I win, the first thing I’m gonna do is ban your pansy ass from the frat.” Trent said before leaving the kitchen. Tom smacked his hand on the counter top before leaving as well. The rest of the boys slowly dispersed, leaving Harrison, Sam, and Harry alone. They all looked at each other before going to their rooms.

Back in your dorm, you were helping Peyton unpack after her weekend at home.

“So how was it?” Peyton asked. “Give me all the details.”

“Tom came over and we just hung out all weekend.” You smiled as you hung up one of her shirts.

“Doing what, though?” She asked with a coy smile.

“Stop it.” You laughed. “We just watched movies and went for walks. It was really nice, actually. He’s a really good listener. And he’s funny.”

Peyton could see the smile on your face and knew how far you’d fallen. She smiled to herself and put the rest of her clothes away.

“Look at us. Who would I’ve thought we’d both be hooking up with frat guys?” She said as she sat on her bed.

“Actually, Tom and I haven’t hooked up yet.” You told her and sat on your bed that faced opposite of hers.

“Wait what? But you went to his room that night the party.”

“We just made out.”

“What about this weekend? You didn’t hook up at all?”

“Nope.” You shrugged, making Peyton’s jaw drop.

“Girl. He is whipped for you.” She said as she clapped her hands in excitement.

“No he’s not.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“Yes he is. He is totally into you. No guy does all this for a girl with unless he genuinely likes her. If you’re not hooking up and he still spent the whole weekend here, he obviously likes spending time with you.”

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “What if he just hangs out with me in hopes I’ll sleep with him?”

“No way. He’s in the top frat on campus. If he wanted action, he could easily go out and get some. But clearly he wants more. And he wants it with you.”

“You really think so?”

“I do. So why aren’t you hopping on that dick?” Peyton asked as she folded her arms.

“I don’t know. I’m worried that once I sleep with him…” You trailed off and looked at the ground

“He’ll never speak to you again.” Peyton nodded in understanding.

“It’s happened before.” You said quietly, eyes still on the floor. Peyton got off her bed and started beside you so she could wrap her arms around your shoulders.

“I know it’s happened before. And that guy was a jackass. I think that Tom is also a jackass, but I think he’s a jackass who really likes you.” She said, making you laugh.

“I hope so. Because I really like him.” You sighed happily. A smile tugged at your lips all the sudden and Peyton frowned.

“What?” She asked. “What are you not telling me?”

“He asked me to go steady with him.” You told her with a huge smile.

“Ahh!” She screamed. “I have absolutely no idea what that means!”

“It basically means he’s my boyfriend and we’re exclusive. Its kinda outdated but he knows I like that stuff.”

“Wow. You got the title and exclusivity? I can’t even get Harrison to put my name in his phone as my name.”

“No.” You gasped. “You’re still Little Caesar’s pizza?”

“Yup.” Peyton nodded as her phone buzzed. “That’s him now. He and Tom want to come over.”

“I don’t know. It’s a Sunday. I have class in the morning.” You said as you checked your watch.

“Every time I’m reminded that you wear a watch but refuse to wear a shirt that shoes off your belly button, I want to beat you up.”

“So you’ve said.” You laughed. “I guess we can go out for a little bit. It’s only been a few hours but I miss him already.”

“Wow. You must really like him because I need a 24 hour refractory period before I can see Harrison again.” Peyton said as she grabbed her bag.

“Again, so you’ve said.”

A short while later, you were walking around campus with Tom, Peyton and Harrison. You and Tom were holding hands as you strolled along with Peyton and Harrison in front of you.

“Can I ask you something?” Harrison asked when he noticed Tom holding your hand.

“Sure.” Peyton replied.

“Do you think I’m an asshole?“

“Sometimes, yeah.” Peyton nodded. “Most times, actually. Why?”

“I don’t know.” Harrison sighed. “Tom was saying all this stuff before about the shitty way we treat females. It got in my head.”

“You’re just now realizing how shitty you treat women?” Peyton snorted.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize how bad it was. Tom was saying we treat the females on campus like garbage. Do you think that too?” Harrison asked and nervously waited for Peyton’s answer.

“Look Haz, every girl on this campus has a frat guy horror story. Or just a boy horror story in general. Some worse then others. I like you and all but some of your brothers are sociopaths.” Peyton shrugged like this was common knowledge. To the rest of the campus, it was. But to Harrison, his mind was blown.

“What about me? Are there things I do that hurt you?” Harrison wondered.

“Yeah. When you fall asleep right after we hook up, it hurts. Or when you can’t even hold a conversation with me before trying to get in my pants. I like you, Harrison. And sometimes I wish we could hang out without hooking up. But you make me feel like I’m only worth your time when I’m taking my clothes off.” Peyton replied. She didn’t sound mad, because she wasn’t. These were things that she had grown accustomed to. They didn’t bother her anymore. Harrison, on the other hand, was deeply bothered.

“I don’t-“

“And you ignore me on campus.” Peyton continued as she remembered more. “Then text me at night to come over. That hurts.”

“I’m sorry about-“

“You know what else I just remembered?” Peyton went on. “You won’t hold my hand in public but you will smack my ass in public, which makes me feel like shit. And you don’t defend me when your frat brothers say things about me. Like whenever Harry calls me a stripper. Or when your frat brothers bark at me when they see me around the house and call me a “piece of ass”. Your frat brothers will congratulate you for having sex with me right in front of me, as if I’m not even there. That kinda stuff really sucks.”

“Damn. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, actually. That all sounds horrible. Is that all?”

“I hate when you refer to me as a “female”. Or refer to women as “females” in general.” Peyton told him.

“What’s wrong with that? That’s what you are.”

“No. I’m a woman.” Peyton corrected. “Female is an adjective. That’s why you say a female pig or a female cow. You don’t say a woman cow. And when you call me or other girls “females”, I feel like you’re equating me to an animal.”

Harrison got really quiet and stopped walking. When Peyton looked at him, he was sheet white and had a terrified look on his face.

“What?” She asked him.

“I think I’m a terrible person.” Harrison admitted.

“You weren’t always.” Peyton shrugged. “You’ve just been different ever since you joined that frat. When we were friends freshman year, you were really cool. I even liked you. Then you joined that frat our hang outs became hook ups. I kinda stopped recognizing you after a while.”

“Then why do you still come over when I ask you to? Why bother with me at all?” Harrison asked her.

“Like I said.” Peyton smiled sadly. “We used to be friends. I’m hoping that guy comes back one day.”

“Yeah.” Harrison sighed. “Me too.”

Meanwhile, you and Tom were trying to trip each other as you walked down the sidewalk. Tom laughed and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hands up and down to warm you up. You smiled and leaned in to him and he kissed the side of your head.

“I’m so glad you could come out, darling. My frat brothers were driving me crazy.” He sighed.

“Why? What happened?” You asked. Your tone was still playful, and Tom immediately felt guilty for bringing it up. He couldn’t tell you what happened since the fight was about you and the bet. Every time he didn’t tell you about the bet, he had to lie even more.

“Nothing. They’re just idiots. All of them. I’d much rather be with you.” Tom decided to keep you in the dark as he smiled at you.

“I’d rather be with you too.” You returned the smile and rested stout head against his arm. Tom made eye contact with Harrison and they both quickly looked away.

“Can I sleep over tonight?” Tom asked you. “I don’t really want to go home.”

“I don’t know. It’s a Sunday. I have an 8 am tomorrow.”

“Please? I’ll be good. You won’t even know I’m there.”

Before you could answer, Peyton and Harrison came over to you. You noticed she had Harrison’s jacket around her shoulders and smiled a little.

“Hey. I’m gonna head back to Shawshank with Harrison.” She told you.

“Okay. Don’t get pregnant.” You said and pulled her into a hug.

“I won’t if you don’t.” She replied as she hugged you back. She waved goodbye to you and you watched as Harrison took her by the hand and said something to make her laugh.

“All right, you can stay over.” You decided. “But I’m gonna wake you up early with my alarm.”

“A small price to pay to spend the night by your side.” Tom smirked as he lead you back to your dorm. You put your pajamas on know you got back and Tom waited on your bed while you did your skincare routine in the bathroom. When you came back, he smiled at your makeup free face.

“It’s late. I should to go to sleep.” You sighed when you checked your watch.

“Late? It’s 10 pm, nerd.” He chuckled and pulled you into his lap.

“You’re the nerd.” You replied and knocked him down onto your bed.

“Okay. Sure. Says the one who goes to class.” He teased as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer.

“Shut up.” You laughed. “You’re supposed to go to class. That’s what college is for.”

“Whatever you say.” Tom playfully rolled his eyes. “Is it still okay if I stay the night?”

“Yeah. I’ve kinda gotten used to your body heat now.”

“You kinda need it since it’s freezing in this dorm. Is your radiator not on?” Tom asked as he looked around.

“There is no radiator.”

“Really? The frat house has central heating.”

“Must be nice.” You laughed and pulled your comforter over the both of you. Tom adjusted his head on your pillow and when he looked at you again, you seemed lost in thought.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked you.

“Do you hook up with other girls?” You asked without meeting his eyes.

“No. Do you?” He replied, making you laugh.

“No. I was just wondering.”

“Why were you wondering about that, love?”

“I don’t know. Because I don’t hook up with you.” You said as you slowly looked into his eyes. Tom was about to give a serious answer, but could tell you were upset. He decided to make you laugh instead.

“I don’t know about that. We’ve done some pretty intense fondling. Think I even grazed a boob or two.”

He could feel your body shake as you laughed and snuggled closer to his chest.

“I know. I’m just saying. I know this isn’t the lifestyle you’re used to. I’m sure you have things you’d be rather be doing on a Sunday night. Things that don’t involve going to bed at 10 pm.”

“For someone as smart as you are, you couldn’t be more wrong. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now.” He said as he absentmindedly played with your hair. You gave him a soft smile before taking his free hand and kissing the back of it.

“Me either. You know, I never imagined myself with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“A frat boy. And don’t give me that look because I guarantee you never imagined dating someone like me either.” You said pointedly. Tom loved how even in the dark, you knew exactly what look he was giving you.

“Someone like you?“

“You know. A nerd.”

“Excuse you. “Nerd” is just an endearing nickname I call my super hot genius girlfriend.” Tom replied, making you smile.

“Still. We’re kinda an odd couple. I’m not like the fun, shiny girls you’re probably used to. I’m not an ingénue. What do your frat brothers think about me?”

Tom went quiet at your unexpected question. He hated himself every time he lied to you, and that seemed to be getting more frequent.

“Who cares what they think? They’re idiots. Every single one of them.” He said instead of telling you the truth. He could see your lips curve into a smile in the dim lighting of the room and felt his guilt come back. He was making you happy, but in a way that would hurt you in the end.

“I’m glad you slept over tonight.” You said and rubbed your nose against his.

“Me too, darling.” He grinned at your touch.

“And I hope you don’t think I don’t want to hook up with you. I do. I guess I’m just nervous.” You laughed shyly as you played with the hem of his shirt.

“Nervous about what?” He wondered. You got quiet and rolled onto your back, turning your face to the side so he could no longer see you.

“That once I sleep with you, you’ll never speak to me again.” You said in a quiet voice.

“What? That’s crazy. Why would you think that?”

“Your frat brothers are kinda notorious for that. And it’s happened to me in the past with this other guy.” You admitted. Toms eyes softened at this information. You had never told him this before now and he could tell it was something that still hurt you. He tilted your face back towards his and gave you a smile.

“You don’t have to worry that, darling. I’m not like that guy.“ He promised.

“I know you’re not. That guy was in my chemistry class freshman year. He wore a pocket watch and spectacles. Not glasses, spectacles. He was an even bigger nerd than I was. He was supposed to be safe.” You laughed, and Tom could hear the sadness it in.

“I see. And you think a guy like me isn’t safe?”

“You’re starting to change my mind.” You smiled coyly. “I’m just scared, you know? I didn’t even like that last guy that much and yet it still hurts when I think about what he did to me. You, on the other hand, I’ve grown quite fond of.”

Without explicitly saying it, he knew what you meant: if a guy you barely liked left a couple scars, Tom breaking your heart would obliterate you. He almost blurted out the truth right there before he let it go any further, but he stopped himself. You were too happy in this moment for him to ruin it.

“Good. Because you’ve changed my mind too. I used to specifically say I would never date a goth nerd witch, but here I am.” Tom blew out a breath of exasperation, making you laugh loudly. Tom sighed in relief now that he had cheered you up, but still felt the guilt in his stomach.

“I’m serious, darling. I’ve never liked anyone this much. You’ve got your hooks in me. I would never break your heart.” He said softly as he stared at you in the dim lighting.

“Good.” You smiled. “You better not.”

Tom smiled back but felt his guilt grow. There was no way this would end without you getting your heart broken, and he was reminded of that with every word you said to him. You noticed Tom’s solemn expression and frowned a little.

“Promise you’re not gonna break my heart?“ You asked him skeptically. Tom faked a smile and quickly nodded.

“I promise.”

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

pairing: frat!Tom Holland x reader

chapter seven: what a wicked thing to do

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trigger warnings: mention of sa, no actual sa

“Tom. Open up.” Harrison said as he pounded on Tom’s door.

“Go away.” Tom called from inside his room.

“Open up. It’s important.” James shouted through the door.

“I don’t even know who you are!” Tom shouted back. Harrison let out a frustrated sigh and banged on the door again.

“Open your door. We need to talk to you.”

“Go away. Let me listen to my sad music and be a sad boy in peace.” Tom cried from the other side of the door.

“Oh my God.” Harrison groaned.

“Tom?” James tried again. “We really need you. It’s about Y/n.”

A blast of air hit Harrison and James’s faces from how fast Tom opened the door. His eyes were red and swollen from the crying he’d been doing.

“What’s wrong with Y/n?” He croaked out. Harrison looked to James, who let out a sigh.

“She showed up at our party.” James began. “Trent got her drunk and left with her.”

“What? She left with Trent?” Tom’s eyes darkened as his bad mood got worse.

“No, Tom. That’s the point. She didn’t want to leave with him.“ James said with panic in his eyes. Tom felt a white hot rage course through his veins when he realized what James was trying to say. He grabbed a baseball bat that was leaning against his dresser and stepped outside his room.

“Where the fuck did he take her?” Tom said through clenched teeth as he ran down the stairs. Harrison and James followed after him and went out the front door.

“I don’t know. I just saw them leave in this direction.” James said as he ran ahead to lead them to where he last saw you.

“Where does he live?” Tom asked as he tightened his grip on his bat.

“In the frat house. I don’t know where else he would’ve taken her.”

“Damn it.” Tom snapped. “Does he have a dorm on campus? Where did he live before the frat?”

“I don’t- I don’t know.”

“Well what do you know?” Tom shouted at James.

“All I know is he said he was taking her out for air and when I went outside, they weren’t there.” James told him.

“Did she say she where they were going?” Harrison asked.

“No. She didn’t say anything. She was wasted.”

“Wasted?” Tom frowned. “Are you sure? Y/n rarely drinks. She would never get wasted, especially at a party where she didn’t know anyone.”

“I saw her do a couple shots. A lot of shots, actually. And Trent was giving her alcohol all night.”

“Wait, what do you mean giving her alcohol?” Tom questioned.

“She said she didn’t want to drink.” James shrugged helplessly. “He gave her stuff anyway. I don’t think she knew what she was drinking.”

“Dude.” Harrison looked at Tom as the severity of the situation sunk in.

“Is there anything else you remember?” Tom asked as he tried to keep calm.

“Yeah. She didn’t this weird thing with her hand.” James recalled. He held up his hand and touched his thumb to his palm before closing his fingers around it in the same way you had.

“I’ve seen that before.” Harrison realized. “Peyton showed that to me once. It’s a signal for help.”

Harrison’s excitement over recognizing the symbol quickly faded as the color drained from his face.

“Why was she signaling for help? Do you think Trent’s gonna…” Harrison trailed off, not wanting to even say the words.

“He’s a dead man.” Tom snapped and started down the sidewalk again. “Harrison, check his social media. Try to find out where he lived before he joined the frat. I’m gonna fucking kill this guy.”

“Tom, wait.” James said. “I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

“Trent told me something once when we were drunk. I don’t remember the whole story. Maybe it wasn’t so bad but-“

“What happened?” Tom cut him off and urged him to get to the point.

“There was this girl. There were some allegations. He said his dad covered it up or something. I think he-“

“He’s at Wilson!” Harrison cut in. “Wilson dorm! He posted a Snapchat outside of there five minutes ago.”

“Let’s go.” Tom smacked his bat against his hand and took off towards Wilson dorm. When they got there, they went through the lobby and past the RA. Most doors had names on them, so when they got to one that didn’t, they knew it was the one. Tom kicked the door down and stepped into the room.

“TRENT! WHERE THE FUCK- oh my God.” Tom stopped mid sentence when he saw Peyton standing over Trent’s unconscious body. She had a startled looked on her face and a toaster in her hands. Behind her, you were passed out on the couch.

“Peyton? What are you doing here?” Harrison asked as he stepped into the room.

“She went to a secondary location.“ Peyton said as the toaster slipped out of her hands. It landed on Trent’s head and made his limp body jolt. Harrison immediately rushed to her as Tom went to you. He knelt down beside you gently shook you.

“Darling?” He said softly. “Are you awake?”

“Mmm five more minutes, mom.” You sleepy smiled and rolled over.

“What happened?” Harrison asked.

“I couldn’t find her at the party so I checked her location. I thought it was weird that she was at Alpha Theta so I started watching her and when I saw that she went to a secondary location I followed her here.” Peyton explained as she showed Harrison your location on her phone.

“Thank God you did. Wow. Girls really have this shit down.” Harrison nodded in approval.

“Is he dead?” James asked as he pointed to Trent.

“I don’t know. Hopefully.“ Peyton shrugged and kicked Trent’s side. James knelt down beside him and checked his pulse.

“He’s not dead. Just unconscious. What did you do to him?” James asked Peyton.

“Oh, I sang him a lullaby until he dozed off.” Peyton smiled sweetly.

“You did?” Harrison asked.

“No! I hit him with the toaster, stupid! What does it look like?”

“How did you even get in here?” James wondered. “How did he even get in here?”

“The door was unlocked when I got here. And I think it’s his brothers dorm.” Peyton said and pointed to a family picture. She looked over at you and saw that Tom had pulled your head into his lap. He was saying to you that she couldn’t hear as he kept your hair out of your face.

“Keep her on her side in case she throws up.” Peyton instructed. Tom nodded and made sure you were laying on your side.

“What was he doing when you came in?” Tom asked in a weak voice.

“Nothing yet. When I came in, she was knocked out on the couch and he was in the kitchen pouring a drink.” Peyton explained, making everyone in the room relax.

“And then you hit him with a toaster?” Harrison cracked a smile.

“And then I hit him with a toaster.” Peyton smiled back.

“Good call.” James nodded.

“We’re not supposed to have heat sources.” Peyton shrugged. “Serves him and his bitch ass brother right.”

“Can I see that?” James asked and Peyton handed him the toaster. He held it out and dropped it on Trent’s head.

“No, no, dude. It’s like this.” Harrison picked the toaster up and spiked it like a volleyball. It hit Trent in the head with a hollow bounce.

“Nice.” Peyton laughed. Harrison gave Peyton a fond smile before going over to the refrigerator. He pulled a water bottle out and brought it over to you.

“Man. She’s out cold.” Harrison sighed as Tom helped you sit up. He held your head up straight while Harrison poured some water into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered a little like a broken baby doll and Tom tilted your head back so you could swallow.

“I don’t understand.” Tom sighed. “She never drinks.”

“He was feeding her drinks all night.” James said. “He told her they didn’t have any alcohol in them. But I sniffed the cup she drank from once she left. It was pretty bad.”

“I don’t get it.” Harrison frowned. “Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s fucked up.” Peyton said out of the corner of her mouth. Your eyes fluttered open a little more and you looked around the room.

“Can I have bread?” You asked in a quiet voice.

“Anything you want, mama.” Peyton squeezed your arm and went to the refrigerator. She got some bread out before handing it to you.

“Nice.” You smiled and took a bite of your bread.

“You said he’s done this before?” Tom asked as he kept you upright.

“Yeah.” James sighed. “He told me his dad covered it up or something. I forgot about that until now.”

“And you saw him giving her those drinks?” Peyton asked.

“Yeah.”

“And didn’t stop him?” Tom asked angrily.

“He’s my friend. I didn’t think he was capable of something like this.” James shrugged helplessly.

“We’ll your friends a fucking predator.” Tom snapped. “And you’re no better if you watched him and didn’t stop him.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never been in a situation like this before. How can I make this better?”

“Go easy on him, Tom.” Harrison spoke up. “He came and got us. If he didn’t speak up, we wouldn’t be here for Y/n right now.”

“Just catching up here, you said you saw him giving her the drinks?” Peyton asked James.

“Yeah. I did.”

“And you heard her say she didn’t want alcohol?” Peyton continued and James nodded.

“Would you be willing to testify to what you saw him do?” Peyton asked.

“Yeah.” James shrugged. “Why?”

“He’s 23. That means he’s not a minor.”

“So?“

“So he can be charged as an adult for inducing consumption of fraudulent means, second degree assault, and attempted rape. Thats at least a few years in prison.” Peyton explained. A chill fell over the room with the utterance of the word “rape”. Everyone had been avoiding saying it until now. Tom felt sick to his stomach as he looked over at you. You were slowly chewing your bread and your eyes were barely open.

“Wait.” Harrison spoke up. “I only knew like 30% of those words.”

“Oh my god.” Peyton groaned. “Inducing consumption of fraudulent means means he gave her alcohol without her knowledge. Second degree assault means he got her unconscious against her will for a non medical reason. And I don’t think I have to explain the last one.“

“How do you know all that?” Harrison wondered.

“I’m a law student.” Peyton said flatly. “I swear, you never listen.”

“I’m calling the police.” Tom decided and pulled his phone out.

“Wait, shouldn’t we wait to see if Y/n wants to report it?” James brought up. “This will bring a lot of attention to her that maybe she doesn’t want.”

“I want to report it.” You mumbled as your head fell back on Tom’s shoulder. You placed your phone in his lap and weakly tapped it.

“What’s this?” He asked you and picked your phone up.

“Camera roll.” You said softly and shut your eyes again. Tom unlocked your phone and went straight to your camera roll. He found a 15 minute long video and hit play. Everyone gathered around to see a shaky video of the walk to Wilson dorm.

“Wait. This isn’t the way to my dorm.” Your drunken voice sounded from the video.

“Shh. We’re just going to my friends dorm. He’s not home.” Trents voice followed.

“I need to go home. My roommate is probably freaking out. She doesn’t know where I am.”

“Then text her and tell her you’re fine.” Trent replied.

“No way. She recorded him taking her from the party.” Peyton realized.

“Why is she saying her phone is dead if she was recording?” Tom wondered as he listened to the video.

“So he didn’t suspect she was collecting evidence. She must’ve known something bad was gonna happen and started filming. Even blackout drunk, she is still a genius.” Peyton chuckled in disbelief.

“Y/n? Are you sure you want to call the police?” Tom asked as he shook you a little.

“Lock that bitch up.” You mumbled and slumped back onto the couch.

“I’ll call now.” Peyton said and dialed 911. Tom made sure you were sitting up straight and cupped your face in his hands.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I can’t even begin to tell you how horrible I feel about-“

“I gotta puke.” You cut him off and stood up. With everyone’s attention on you, no one noticed that Trent had woken up and stood up from the floor. You stumbled forward and landed right in his arms.

“What happened? My head is killing me. What are you all doing in my-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you opened your mouth and threw up from all the drinking. It hit Trents shocked face with a loud splash and started to drip down his clothing. Everyone’s jaw dropped as you wiped your mouth on the back of your hand.

“Oops.” You said sheepishly and looked around in embarrassment.

“That was oddly satisfying.” Harrison smiled at you as he rubbed your back. Peyton hung up the phone and lead you to the bathroom to clean you up.

“Dude! My mouth was open.” Trent whined as he looked over his shoulder to watch where you had gone.

“Hey Trent?” Tom asked.

“Yeah?” Trent replied. As soon as he had turned around, Tom whacked him across the face with the bat.

“Dude!” Trent shouted angrily as he touched his throbbing cheek. Tom responded by swinging the bat the other way and smacking Trent across the face again. Trent crumpled to the ground, knocked unconscious for the second time that evening.

By the time the police arrived, you were asleep in Peytons lap. She was running her fingers through your hair as she explained what happened to one of the officers. At the same time, Trent was pulled off the ground and pushed against the wall as an officer read him his rights.

“Can I shower first?” Trent whined as he was handcuffed. “She threw up all over me.”

“You can shower in jail.” The officer said flatly.

“Jail? I didn’t even do anything yet. All I did was get her drunk against her will.” Trent said as the officer tightened the handcuffs.

“Thank you for the confession, Mr. Bateman. We’ll be sure to take it into account.” The officer said as she led Trent towards the door. Tom made eye contact with him and held it until Trent was out of the room. In the hallway, Tom could hear Trent yelling about how his father would be there any minute to bail him out.

“We’ll call her down to the station tomorrow for a statement. She can get her phone then too.” An officer explained as she put your phone into a bag labeled “evidence.”

“Okay. I’ll let her know.” Peyton smiled softly.

“What you did was really smart. Both of you.” The officer said to Peyton and James.

“What about us? What do you think about what we did?” Harrison asked. The officer looked between Harrison and Tom and shook her head a little.

“What do I think about you? I think you’re wearing the same shirt that he is.” She said as she nodded towards Trent. “Think about that.”

Tom and Harrison looked down at their shirts that displayed their frat's logo. They looked at each other before hanging their heads in shame.

Once the police left, Tom picked you up and carried you out of the dorm. Harrison gave Peyton his sneakers and carried her heels for her as they all walked in silence towards your dorm. Once you got there, Tom gently set you on your bed. He held you upright as Peyton wiped your makeup off with a makeup wipe.

“Thanks for helping me get her back, guys.” Peyton smiled warmly at both of the boys.

“Of course. Anything she needs.” Tom said as he pulled your comforter over your body. He bent down and kissed your forehead, making you smile in your sleep. Tom was about to stand up, but you reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Tom?” You asked in a soft voice.

“Yeah, darling. I’m here.” He bent back down and kissed the back of your hand.

“Are you leaving?”

“I am, honey. Harrison and I are heading out.”

“Could you stay with me?” You asked as you tugged him by the hand. It killed Tom to say no to you, but he knew you were only asking because you were too drunk to remember your fight.

“Not tonight, sweetheart.” Tom sighed. “Peyton’s gonna take care of you. But I’ll call you in the morning, yeah?”

“Okay. I love you.“ You kissed the palm of his hand and gave him a sweet smile. Tom choked back tears, knowing that would probably be the last time you ever said that to him. You were too drunk to mean it, but he didn’t care. He just needed to hear those words again.

“I love you too, honey. I always have. And I always will.” He promised as he squeezed your hand. You let go of his hand and rolled over, falling asleep almost immediately. Tom got up and went over to Peyton and Harrison.

“I wonder why she was at Alpha Theta. Do you guys know why she left the party at your place?” Peyton asked. Tom and Harrison exchanged a look as they realized Peyton had not been caught up.

“Oh, shoot. She left me a voicemail.” Peyton realized when she pulled out her phone. Before the boys could stop her, she hit play.

“Peyton. I just left Tom’s. It was a bet. It was all a fucking bet. That’s the only reason he talked to me. He was trying to win this stupid bet to become president. Harrison was in on it. They all were. They were calling me names behind my back and making fun of me. Tom totally used me. And it just really sucks because I loved him. I loved him so much. And I thought he loved me too. I feel so fucking stupid. Where are you? Call me back.”

The silence in the room was deafening when your voicemail ended. Peyton’s jaw was dropped as she slowly looked up at the boys.

“You two-“

“Need to leave. Yeah. We know.” Harrison finished her sentence for her.

“And don’t-“

“Don’t come back.” Tom nodded in understanding.

“And-“

“And never speak to either of you again. Got it.” Harrison cut in.

“Let me finish.” Peyton snapped as she glared at Harrison. She took a step towards the boys and looked between the boy of them before shaking her head.

“Let me just say that I expected this from Harrison. Harrison sucks. But you Tom? You really had Y/n fooled. You even had me fooled. I really thought you were this sweet guy who loved Y/n and wanted to be with her. I thought you were one of the good ones.” Peyton said as she stared at Tom in disgust. Tom opened his mouth to defend himself but quickly shut it, knowing there was nothing he could say to make things right. Her eyes flicked to Harrison, who was looking down at the ground in shame.

“I no longer believe there are good ones.” Peyton said quietly. She pointed towards the door and started to push the boys out of the room.

“Wait, Peyton. Please. Just one more thing.” Tom said as he hung in the doorway.

“What else could you possibly want?” Peyton asked. Tom looked past her shoulder and his eyes landed on you asleep in your bed. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how peaceful you looked. Tomorrow, there was a world of hurt you’d have to feel. But tonight, you were peacefully sleeping in your bed.

“Don’t tell her I was here.” Tom requested. “Or that we came to save her. Just let her rest.”

“You think you running over to her rescue with a baseball bag is gonna make up for what you did?” Peyton laughed dryly. “It doesn't matter if I tell her you were here or not. It won’t make a difference. She is never going to forgive you for this.”

Tom looked at you again and felt his heart sink. He knew that Peyton was right. Nothing he did now would make up for what he did in the past. His eyes went back to Peyton and he nodded a little.

“I’m never gonna forgive myself either.”

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

chapter three: slow and steady

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Tom saw you that Monday for your date, and again on Tuesday for early morning coffee. When you didn’t answer his texts the following Wednesday and Thursday, he called you. You were walking to class when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket.

“Tom?” You laughed in surprise when you picked up the phone.

“Hi. Is it okay that I’m calling?”

“Yeah, of course. I just wasn’t expecting it. A boy hasn’t called me since like 6th grade. You know, back when that was still a normal thing to do.” You teased him.

“I know. I just wanted to hear your voice. I haven’t heard from you in a few days.” He replied and you could hear his smile through the phone.

“I know. I’m sorry. I had a lot of work to do this week. And I’m terrible at replying.”

“You know what I do when I have a lot of work?”

“What’s that?” You laughed, having a feeling you knew his answer.

“I don’t do it.” He replied, making you laugh even more.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone to school without my homework done.” You told him as you played with the straps of your backpack.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone to school with my homework done. Do you know any hot tutors who’d be willing to help me out?” He flirted through the phone.

“I don’t know.” You smiled coyly. “What’s your major again?”

Tom went silent on the other line and you stopped walking.

“Tom? What’s your major?“ You asked again.

“I have no idea.” He admitted. “Sports management I think?”

This time, you were the one who went silent. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try and muffle your laughter.

“Darling? You still there?”

“Sport’s management?” You asked. “What even is that?”

“I don’t know.” He playfully whined. “I just picked it because it had sports in the title.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “That’s so bad. That’s even worse than I thought.”

“All right, genius.” He teased. “What’s your major?”

“Biomedical engineering with a minor in women’s, gender and sexuality studies.”

“Wow. I knew like three of those words. Tops.”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” You explained. “It’s the combination of biology and engineering. I want to help improve medical equipment to advance healthcare treatment across the world.”

“Wow. I think all I could do with my degree is become a football coach.” Tom replied, making you laugh again. He grinned on the other side of the line, loving the way he could make you laugh.

“Hey, that’s still important.” You told him, making him smile even more.

“You’re so smart.” He sighed. “You’re like the smartest person I ever met.”

“Aw.” You smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

“I wish I was more like you. You have goals and ambitions. You want to help people. All I do is chug beer through my butt.”

“Do you actually do that?” You asked him. “Because you joke about it a lot. I’m starting to get suspicious.”

“I promise I don’t.” He chuckled. “Unless you would date a guy who would. Then I do. All the time. I’m doing in right now in fact.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You laughed, taking notice of the way he implied he wanted to be the kind of guy you’d date.

“Yeah. Hopefully not too much of an idiot to be with a biological-“

“Biomedical.” You corrected with a laugh.

“Right. Biomedical.” He smiled when he heard your laugh. “I hope I I’m not too much of an idiot for a biomedical engineer.”

“I don’t think you are.” You replied. You were outside your class now but you didn’t want to hang up. Tom was working up the courage to ask you to officially be his girlfriend and your last two answers made him feel like you’d say yes. Before he could say anything else, Brad came into his room.

“Dude. Does this look infected to you?” Brad asked as he lifted up his shirt.

“Gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom said quickly and threw his phone on the bed.

“Who was that?” Brad asked as he lowered his shirt.

“No one. It was just Y/n.”

“Bro.” Brad laughed in surprise. “Shark Week called you? This chick is like scary obsessed.”

“I know right? Who calls people anymore?” Tom forced a laugh as his eyes darted to the side.

“I feel bad for you, bro. You got the worst deal in this bet. Shark Week sounds horrible to deal with. How do you put up with her?” Brad asked as he leaned against Tom’s wall. Tom gulped and looked down at his phone. He really liked you, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit that.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I guess I just do.”

“Damn.” Brad shook his head. “So about my rash.”

Two weeks later

Since you were always busy during the week, Tom picked up the habit of meeting you after class to walk with you around campus. No matter what day it was or what time your classes got out, Tom was always there to walk with you. You thought he’d get bored of this after the first few days, but he was still there to greet you every day after two weeks.

“Damn. He let you out late today.” Tom said as you walked out of your building. He immediately took the books in your hands and carried them as he always did. His old fashioned chivalry was the last thing you expected from a frat boy, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“It was my fault.” You told him. “We started talking about covalent bonds and I carried away.”

“Oh. Talking about covalent bonds with your professor, huh? Should I be jealous?” Tom teased as he walked beside you.

“Ew.” You laughed. “My professor is like 70. And he smells like moth balls.”

“Good. Because I can’t have him moving in on my girl.” He said and he shot you a wink. You looked down at the ground and turned your face a little so he wouldn’t see the childlike grin that broke out on your face.

“Oh, I’m your girl?” You raised your eyebrows. “But I’m not even wearing your weird little gray hat.”

“It’s blue today.” He playfully rolled his eyes and pointed to his hat. “Wow. I spent all day getting ready to see you and you don’t even notice my hat. That hurts, darling. That really hurts.”

“Well maybe I was busy looking at what’s beneath your hat.” You shrugged, trying your best to flirt back but you were slightly out of your element. Tom let out a loud gasp and looked around for who might be listening.

“My penis?” He whispered loudly and gave you a disapproving look.

“No!” You laughed and shoved him. “Not that far beneath your hat, dummy.”

“Oh, I see.” Tom nodded. “You were talking about my incredibly handsome face, weren’t you?”

“Actually I was talking about your receding hair line. But face is close enough.” You replied with a sweet smile. Tom’s jaw dropped at your insult and he shoved you back.

“Wow.” He laughed. “You are evil, my darling. You look like a daydream but you are a nightmare. This is the last time I walk you to class.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. As much as I love having you walk me to my classes, and I do, don’t you have any classes you should be attending?”

“I don’t really go to class.” Tom shrugged.

“You don’t? Then what do you do all day?”

“Wait for you.” He said like it was obvious. He was the first guy to treat you this way. You thought boys like him, boys who always knew what to say to make you smile, only existed in the movies. Something about him felt too good to be true, and you worried he was exactly that. Even if that was the case, you decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

“Well I appreciate that. Thanks for walking me to class. And for always carrying my books. I’m kinda a sucker for old fashioned gestures.”

“What do you mean by old fashioned?”

“You know. Like what guys used to do in the olden days. Carry a girls books, bring her flowers, open the door for her, ask her to go steady. Things like that.”

“What exactly does it mean to “go steady” with someone?” Tom chuckled. “I’ve always wondered.”

“It means you’re both agreeing to commit to a serious relationship.” You explained. “You’re in it for the long game. You don’t see other people. You don’t play games. You just have a consistent, steady relationship.”

“Good to know.” He smiled. “And just so you know, I’m totally gonna bring you flowers one day. Because now I know that’s the way to your heart. I’m gonna bring you so many flowers that your room gets infested with bees.”

“I love bees.” You smiled.

“I know you do. You told me that on our first date. You said you loved them ever since you were a kid because you went on a field trip to a bee colony and found out that they made honey. And you loved honey. So by association, you loved bees.”

“I forgot I told you that.” You smiled softly. “You’re a good listener.”

“I’m a terrible listener, darling.” He admitted. “I just really like you.”

Your hands had been bumping against each other’s the entire walk and this time, he slipped his hand into yours. You bit back a smile as you walked in comfortable silence towards your next class. When you got there, you felt more disappointed than usual that your time together was ending.

“This is me.” You sighed and looked at the building.

“This is you?” Tom frowned and looked at the building. “And here I was thinking you were this pretty girl. Turns out you’re an old brick building.”

“I honestly think that was the worst joke I’ve ever heard.” You grimaced and took a step closer to him.

“It made you smile though. I consider that a win.” He smiled as he closed the gap even more.

“I wasn’t smiling. I was cringing.” You teased him and he cupped your face in his hands.

“Yeah? Well you still looked pretty doing it.” He said before connecting your lips in a kiss. You smiled against his lips, still not fully believing that this was your reality. A frat boy was the last kind of guy you ever imagined you’d be interested in, but here you were.

“I get out at 3:20.” You told him once you pulled away. “Do you want to hang out after?”

“Will I get to kiss you some more if I say yes?“ He asked as he played with your fingers.

“You might.”

“Then it’s a date.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Great. So I’ll meet you after class and then we can go to your house.” You suggested, making Tom’s smile fall. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of bringing you around his frat brothers. Any one of them could slip up and tell you about the bet before Tom got a chance to.

“Do you mind if we go to your dorm instead? The frat house is being fumigated.” Tom lied and felt guilty about doing it.

“Again?” Your eye widened. “But sure. Peyton’s home for the weekend anyway. We’d have the place to ourselves.”

“Woah woah, wait. Peyton’s gone all weekend?” He smirked. “You know pretty girl, I hate to think of you in your dorm all alone. What if one of those giant campus rats come to attack you?”

“I’ll be okay. Maybe it’ll be the kind of rat that can cook.”

“What?” Tom frowned. “What kind is that?”

“What? You haven’t seen Ratatouille?”

Tom shook his head and your eyes winded in surprised.

“We’re watching it. It’s settled.”

“But I thought we were gonna watch Scott Pilgrim vs. The World to see our favorite manic pixie dream girl.” He reminded you.

“We can watch both. Make a night of it.” You suggested, making Tom’s excitement grow.

“Okay. Sounds good to me, darling.” He smiled and took his hat off his head. He placed it on top of your head and you gave him a confused look.

“There. Just in case anymore professors try and steal you from me.” He teased as he fixed the hat.

“Good call.” You laughed. You waved goodbye to him and started walking towards your class, unable to fight the smile on your face.

When Tom met you outside your class later that day, he noticed you were still wearing his hat. He broke out into a grin at the sight of you in it. It wasn’t much, but it meant you were as invested in this thing as he was.

“You’re still wearing my hat!” He smiled as you walked up to him. He ran the rest of the way and scooped you up in a tight hug to greet you.

“Put me down.” You laughed. “You’re like a hyperactive golden retriever sometimes, I swear.”

“That describes me so well.” He said as he put you down. “You’re so smart. What’s your GPA again?”

“4.4.” You smiled shyly. Tom’s eyes widened and he bent over to process that information. He wrapped an arm around you infe he stood back up and started walking towards your dorm.

“Yo, my girl has a 4.4 GPA.” Tom bragged to a stranger you passed on the sidewalk.

“Stop it. It’s not that big of a deal.” You laughed shyly as he continued to tell more people you walked by.

“It’s a huge deal. Oh my God. You’re incredible, darling. My GPA is probably like a 1.8.”

“Because you don’t go to class.” You reminded him. “Or do homework.”

“Because that stuff is boring.” He whined.

“Then why did you come to college?”

“For the parties. Duh.” Tom smirked at you and pulled you closer. “Now come on. I wanna see this rat who can cook.”

You intertwined your fingers with the hand he had around your shoulders and led him to your dorm. Tom had been living in the frat house since he was a freshman, so he hadn’t been inside the dorms before. He looked around as if he was in a museum as you led him through the halls. You were both very aware of the many stares you got as you walked down the hallway. Seeing you with a frat boy was the last thing anyone in your dorm expected.

“So what’s first on the agenda? Rata booyah?” Tom asked as he sat on your bed.

“It’s Ratatouille.” You laughed. “And we can start that now if you want.”

“If I want? That sounds like there are other options.” Tom smirked as you sat beside him.

“Maybe there are.” You shrugged as you avoided eye contact with him. Tom sensed your nerves and gently placed his hand on your knee.

“We don’t have to do anything. We can just put on the movie.” He said in a soft tone. You gave him an appreciative smile and put your hand on top of his. You stared at his face for a moment and decided to seize the moment.

“Yeah. Let’s just put on the movie.” You said as you leaned in to kiss him. Tom was quick to kiss you back as he cupped your face with his hands. The hat he’d put on your head fell to the floor as he laid you down on the bed. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you kissed him, something you’d been wanting to do again since the night of the party. His fingers unbuttoned the buttons of your cardigan and you felt his hand slip underneath your shirt. It was new, but you welcomed it. You slipped your hands under his jersey and scratched down his back, making him groan in your mouth. Tom began to trail kisses down your neck and just as he was about to unbutton your pants, you sat up.

“Wait.” You grabbed his hand and held it back as you struggled to catch your breath. Tom immediately retracted his hands and scooted back to give you some space.

“Sorry. Can we just…” You trailed off, unsure of how to explain yourself. You hugged your cardigan tighter around your body and drew your legs closer to yourself.

“You need to stop apologizing, darling.” Tom said softly as he rubbed your knee.

“I know. I just didn’t want you to be disappointed if you just came here to….you know.”

“I actually came here because I was promised to see a rat who can cook?” Tom said as he scratched the back of his head. “I’m not really sure when he’d be arriving? I was just kinda promised there would be a cooking rat and I have yet to see him. I was honestly thinking about him the entire time we were making out and I’d just really like to see him, please.”

“Tom.” You laughed and covered your face in embarrassment.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “It’s kinda rude to wave this magical cooking rat in my face and then not show him to me.”

You laughed again and felt all the tension leave your body. Tom noticed you relaxing and let out a content sigh.

“You always know what to say.” You said once your laughter died down.

“I don’t. I just say the dumbest thing I can think of and hope it makes you smile. Because no offense, you have a really beautiful smile. Best I’ve ever seen, really.”

You broke into a smile and shook your head at him. He could he unbelievably sweet when he wanted to be, and you loved every minute of it.

“All right. I’ll show you the rat. You earned it.” You sighed ostentatiously and grabbed your laptop. Tom crawled next to you in the bed but gave you some distance. You looked over your shoulder at him as an idea formed in your head. You sat up on your knees and situated yourself between his legs, wiggling your butt a little to make some more room for yourself. Tom blushed in surprised and wrapped his arms around you to get even closer. You placed the laptop on your tummy and hit play on the movie. You stayed in Tom’s arms until it was over and looked up at him when it was done.

“So what did you think?”

“It was good, yeah. It was good.” He nodded as he wiped his face with his hand.

“Are you crying?” You laughed and craned your neck to look at him.

“Are you judging me? That was a cinematic masterpiece. I never knew a rat could make me feel so much.”

“Here. Sorry I put you through that.” You chuckled and handed him a tissue from your nightstand.

“Don’t be sorry. I had a really good time.” He smiled down at you and hugged you closer to his body.

“So did I.” You sighed and relaxed against his chest. You stayed in his arms as the two of you talked until the sun began to set. You dragged your fingernails up and down his arm as you listened to him speak.

“Tell me something no one else knows about you.” You said as you looked up at him.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Something real. Something like - like who’s your favorite Alvin and the chipmunk?”

“I don’t know.” He laughed. “The blue one.”

“The blue one? Simon?”

“I don’t know their names.” He whined. “It wasn’t very popular in England.”

You laughed again and pulled your laptop back onto your lap. You typed something into Google and showed Tom what came up.

“These are the chipmunks.” You said as you pointed to the screen. Tom frowned and pulled your laptop closer to get a better look.

“I kinda hate the green one.” He said after a minute. “Like, I want to see him die.”

“Tom.” You laughed and sat up to look at him.

“I’m just saying. Look at him. He’s horrible. I want to punt him across a football field.”

You laughed again and covered your face with your hand.

“Don’t cover up.” He whined. “I want to see your pretty face.”

He moved your hands away from your face and replaced them with his own. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and before you knew it, he was kissing you. It wasn’t like the kiss from before, though. It was slower and sweeter and caused butterflies to erupt in your chest. When you pulled away, you smiled shyly and rested your forehead against his.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You asked as your fingers toyed with his sleeve.

“Sure. Anything.” Tom replied as his eyes gleamed with hope.

“Do you wear a jersey every day?”

“Not everyday. Sometimes I wear a hoodie when it’s cold.” Tom joked to hide the fact the he was disappointed. He thought you were going to ask him something deeper.

“Hm.” You folded your lips together and nodded as you eyed his jersey.

“Are you making fun of my attire? Because I can see penny loafers in your closet right now.” Tom said as he pointed to the open closet behind you.

“Don’t judge me.” You playfully gasped. “They’re comfortable.“

“So are jerseys.”

“How is this comfortable? It’s full of holes.” You pointed out as you tugged on his shirt. Your hands slid down a little and landed right on his bicep.

“Sorry.” You laughed nervously and took your hands away.

“It’s okay. You can touch if you want.” He said and flexed his muscles for you. You sucked in a short breath and put your hand back on his bicep. You gave it a squeeze and felt your mouth go dry.

“This is the most cliche thing I’ve ever taken part of.” You said as you continued to feel his muscle.

“Me too.” He laughed. “But I’m kinda into it.”

“Do you want to touch my arm?” You asked in your beta seductive voice. You pushed your cardigan off one shoulder to expose your arm, gasping ostentatiously as you did it. Tom laughed at your antics before jumping in with his own.

“Are you sure? It’s a little soon.” Tom played along and looked around for who might be listening.

“Shut up.” You playfully shoved him.

“You shut up.” He shoved you right back. He shoved a little too hard and you almost fell off the bed. He quickly caught you by the arms and pulled you closer to himself as you both laughed. When your laughter died down, you leaned in to kiss him again. You cupped his face with your hands this time and softly stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. When you pulled away, you kept his face between your hands.

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Is it about my cargo shorts?”

“No.” You laughed. “What are we? Like what do you think of us as?”

“Oh.” He smirked. “This conversation.“

“I know.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m just curious what you’re thinking. I mean, you walk me to and from class everyday. We talk on the phone all the time. We make out on the occasion. What does that make us?”

“What do you want it to make us?” Tom asked, just as nervous about this conversation as you were.

“What do you want it to make us?”

“I have an answer.” Tom told you. “But I’m worried that it’s not the same as your answer so I don’t want to say it.”

“That’s why I don’t want to say my answer.” You laughed and pointed to yourself.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll be the brave one here.” He sighed sarcastically and held up his hands.

“Okay. Do it.” You challenged him. Tom took both your hands in his and gave them a squeeze.

“My darling.” He began. “If it’s cool with you, would you do me the honor of going steady with me?”

You broke into a grin when you heard the way he phrased the question. He could’ve just asked you to be his girlfriend, but that wasn’t good enough. He had to remind you that he was the good listener you thought of him as.

“That’s cool with me.” You nodded and rested your forehead against his again.

“Cool.” He smiled shyly but was reeling with excitement on the inside. You sighed happily and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

“Cool.”

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

pairing: frat!Tom Holland x Reader

chapter two: shark week

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The next morning, the sound of glass shattering followed by muffled cheering woke you up. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and when they did, they looked around the messiest room you had ever been in. There were clothes and beers cans all over the room, making you scrunch your nose in disgust. You looked down at Tom, who was still asleep. His hat got knocked off in the night and you could see his face better in the sunlight. You smiled to yourself and brushed some hair off his forehead. Then you looked down.

“Oh no.” You said in a grave voice. On Tom’s sheets, where you’d been sleeping, was a bright red stain. You looked down at your body as saw dried blood on the inside of your thighs, confirming your worst nightmare.

“Not this. Anything but this.” You whispered in a panic as you got out of the bed. You hastily looked around his room for some sort of cleaning product. Out of all the cans in Tom’s room, none of them were going to helpful to you in this situation. Tom’s stirred a little in his sleep and you felt your heart stop. You panicked and ran into his connected bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Oh my God. Okay.” You blew out a breath. “It’s okay. You just got your period all over the sheets of a guy you just met. It’s okay.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror and took in your smudged party makeup and messy hair. You gripped your hair in shock and quickly tried to smooth it down. Then, you grabbed a baby wipe and gave yourself a quick whip down before going back to the mirror.

“This is not okay!” You whispered harshly. “You freaking ketchup packet. This is why you don’t sleep at a strangers house. You didn’t even wash your face last night. That’s disgusting! You’re disgusting.”

You gave yourself another look in the mirror before letting out a defeated sigh. You splashed some water on your face and braced yourself to go back out there and tell Tom what happened.

When you left the bathroom, you found the room empty with all the sheets stripped off the bed. Your heart stopped just as Tom came back into the room.

“Oh, hi darling.” He smiled at you. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I slept fine.” You smiled nervously and stared at the bed. “What, uh, what happened to the sheets?”

“Oh, yeah.” He laughed a little. “Sorry love, I had a wicked nose bleed last night. It got all over the sheets.”

“Nosebleed?” You frowned and looked at the bed again.

“Yeah. It used to happen all the time when I was little. I popped the sheets into the wash to get the blood out. Sorry about that.” He smiled warmly at you as he sat down on the stripped bed. He patted the spot beside himself so you would sit next to him. You wanted to sit beside him, but you didn’t want to get anymore blood on his bed. You gave him an awkward smile and tugged your dress down a little to cover your body.

“We both know you didn’t have a nosebleed.” You said quietly.

“Yeah.” He admitted. “I know. I just didn’t want you to be embarrassed.”

“Thanks.” You smiled a little. “I’m still embarrassed but I appreciate the effort.”

“Don’t be. And I really do get nosebleeds. Ever since I was a kid.”

“Thanks for being cool about this. I promise I don’t normally leave a trail of blood when I sleep.”

Tom laughed and you felt yourself relax a little. He got off his bed and went to his drawer to pull out some clothes.

“Here.” He held them out to you. “Why don’t you jump in the shower while I go get you some things?”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want to put you to too much trouble. I can just walk back to my dorm.”

“I’m not sending you home like this. Take a shower. I’ll be right back.” He gave your arm a comforting squeeze and handed you his clothes.

“Thanks.” You smiled softly and took the clothes, accidentally putting your hand on top of his. You gulped as your eye flicked between your hands and Tom’s face. He started to lean in but you stepped back.

“Ah, I have morning breath.” You smiled shyly and covered your mouth with your hand.

“Ah, I don’t care.” He playfully imitated your tone before closing the gap between you. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as you wrapped an arm around his neck.

“Shampoo and conditioner are in the shower. And there should be a clean towel in my closet.” He told you when he pulled away.

“Okay. Thanks.” You smiled and hugged his clothes to your chest. Tom kissed your cheek before leaving the room. He walked to the nearby drug store and went straight to the pad isle. He stared at the options for a long time, having no idea what he was supposed to be looking for. Suddenly, one of his frat brothers, Brad, came up to him.

“There you are, T Bag.” Brad said as he dapped Tom up. “Did I see you talking to that fine piece of ass Y/n last night? I heard about the bet you guys have going on. Think you might win?”

“She’s not a piece of ass, mate. And keep your mouth shut about that bet.” Tom said as he looked around for who might be listening. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. What are you even doing here?”

“Getting Plan B for - what’s your name again?” Brad asked the girl he was with.

“Sasha.” She replied as she narrowed her eyes at Brad.

“Getting Plan B for Sarah. Again.” Brad said and rolled his eyes.

“Cool.” Tom nodded and gave Sasha a sympathetic look.

“Woah. What are you buying these for, T-bag? Did you cycle start?” Brad laughed and took the package of pads out of Tom’s hand.

“Shut up. They’re not for me.” Tom grumbled and took the package back.

“Oh I see. They’re for your lady.” Brad smirked. “That’s sucks, man. But I understand. You have to plug them up.”

“Dude.” Tom gave him a disgusted look and nodded towards Sasha to remind Brad that a girl was standing right there.

“I got this.” Sasha sighed and tapped Brad on the shoulder. She kneed him in the balls and took his wallet out of his pocket as he crumpled to the floor.

“What are you doing?” Brad groaned and struggled to sit up.

“Buying this with your credit card. Do us all a favor and get neutered or something. Your bloodline should end with you.” Sasha said as she took a box of Plan B off the shelf. Tom gave her an impressed look and a thumbs up. Sasha smiled at him before grabbing a box of pads off the shelf.

“Get her these. It’s the kind I use.” Sasha said and handed Tom the box.

“Thanks.” Tom smiled in appreciation and looked at the box.

“No problem. Y/n used to tutor me. She’s a cool girl. Take care of her.” Sasha winked at him before going to the cashier. Tom grabbed a few more things from the store before heading back to his room.

“Hey. I’m back.” He smiled at you when he saw you sitting on his bed. Your damp hair was hanging around your face and you were in a pair of Tom’s pajamas.

“Hey. Did you know your shower was disgusting?” You asked with a cheery tone as you squeezed your hair with a towel.

“Yeah. The campus cleaning lady never showed up.”

“There is no campus cleaning lady.”

“Really? Then how do the bathrooms get cleaned?”

“You clean them.”

“No I don’t.” He laughed like what you were saying was ridiculous.

“I can tell. Like, I almost stepped on glass in there.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, darling. That was from a dropped shower beer.”

“What’s a shower beer?”

“So I got you some pads.” He quickly changed the subject and opened the plastic bag.

“Thank you so much.” You smiled softly. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no trouble. Here. I got you these weird American candies too. I heard girls like chocolate when they’re….incapacitated.” Tom said and pulled some candy out of the bag.

“Reese’s?” You chuckled at his description. “Thanks, Tom. I love these. You didn’t have to do that.”

You gave him an appreciative smile before going to the bathroom. You put the pad on and slipped the pants and underwear he had given you back on before going back to his room.

“Do you want to stay for breakfast?” Tom asked you. “I could try to make you something. And by that I mean I could give you a bowl of cereal.”

“Okay. Sure.” You smiled shyly. “But then I really have to get back. Peyton’s probably wondering where I am and I have a lot of homework due Monday.”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever done homework.”

“I can see that about you.” You chuckled. “Can I borrow some socks? I’m a little terrified of what’s on these floors. No offense.”

“No offense taken.” Tom said as he walked to his sock drawer. “I’ve worn boots around here ever since I stepped in that bucket of live fish in the living room.”

“I’m not even gonna ask about that one.” You mumbled as you put on the socks.

“Come on. Let’s go see the damage from last night.” Tom nodded towards the door. Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked through the frat house. It looked a lot different in the daylight, especially now that the party was over. There were people sleeping on the ground with expletive drawings on their faces drawn in sharpie. You tripped over a bong and grabbed on your Toms arm to keep yourself up. Just as you were about to let go, Tom slipped his hand into yours and squeezed it.

“Good morning. This is Y/n, everyone.” Tom said as you walked into the kitchen together. You gulped and stepped closer to Tom as four hungover frat boys stared at you like a deer with two heads. Suddenly, Harrison broke into a grin.

“Awwww yeahhh. T-bag got some.” He cheered and raised his hand to high five Tom. Tom gave him an angry look and he slowly lowered his hands at the rest of the boys cheered. They started to bark like dogs as they punched the air, making you look at Tom in confusion.

“Guys, stop. We have to stop doing this. It’s so barbaric.” Tom groaned as she shushed his frat brothers.

“Wait, this is Y/n?” Harry realized. “No way. There is no way you already won the-“

“Ha ha. Shut up Harry.” Tom forced a laugh as he put a hand over Harry’s mouth. He started to whisper something to Harry as you looked through their cabinets.

“Do you guys have any pans?” You asked.

“No.” Harrison shook his head.

“Do you have bowls?“ You asked and opened another cabinet.

“There’s a communal frisbee you’re welcome to use.” Sam chimed in.

“Do you have forks here?” You wondered. “Or any utensils?”

“No.” Harry shrugged as they a shook their heads. You nodded your head and went to open their refrigerator.

“You only keep beer in here?” You turned around and looked at them in disappointment.

“We have hot sauce too.” Sam pointed out.

“You know what? Why don’t we go to the dining hall? I’m sure they’ll have something there.” Tom suggested and went back over to you.

“Great idea.” You laughed as he tugged you out of the house. You threw on a pair of his sneakers and went outside with him, holding hands the whole time.

“I’m so sorry about them. They’re not usually like that.” Tom sighed as you walked towards the dining hall.

“They are, aren’t they?“

“They’re so much worse.” Tom admitted. “I think they were just tame today because they’re hungover.”

You laughed and gave Tome hand a squeeze. You never imagined you’d be walking around campus, holding the hand of a frat boy, but here you were. You walked to the dining hall together and brought your food outside to eat. You worried now that you were both sober and in a regular setting, Tom would lose interest. You seemed to have the opposite effect, as he was laughing loudly at everything you said as you got to know each other. You checked your watch at one point and Tom saw your eyes go wide.

“Damn. It’s already 12. I really have to get back to work now.” You said as you stood up.

“Can I get your number? I’d really like to do this again sometime.” Tom asked as he got up as well.

“By “this” do you mean making out followed by me bleeding out on your sheets?” You laughed in embarrassment.

“Hey, you did me a favor. I haven’t washed those sheets in weeks.” Tom joked as he stepped closer to you.

“Ew.” You scrunched your nose just as he was bringing his hands to your face. He kissed you again, and you couldn’t help but notice that he was always the one to initiate it. You briefly considered that you’d been sent to a parallel universe where the popular frat boy fell for the campus nerd. Even if you were in a parallel universe, you were gonna enjoy it.

“Maybe we can dirty up your sheets next time.” He smiled softly when he pulled away. He held his hand out and you put your phone into it.

“Okay. It’s a date.” You bit back a smile as he put his number in your phone. He gave you his phone so you could do the same.

“Oh, did you want your clothes back?“ You asked once you had your phone back.

“Give them back to me on Monday.” He shrugged as he started waking back towards the frat house.

“What’s Monday?” You called after him.

“Our date. After your homework is due.” He shouted back and shot you a wink. You covered your mouth with your hand and turned around to muffle the excited squeal that came out of your mouth. You practically skipped back to your dorm, still high on the ecstasy of your entire encounter with Tom.

“So. Are we looking at our next fraternity president?” Harry smirked when Tom came back into the house.

“No. She didn’t tell me she loves me, so.” Tom shrugged and hoped they’d drop the topic. He was already feeling guilty about the bet and didn’t need his frat brothers making him feel worse.

“But you slept with her right?” Sam asked as all the boys looked to Tom with high expectations.

“No. We just like made out and cuddled and shit.”

“Dude.” Harry scrunched his face. “Cuddling?”

“Are you gay? Be honest.” Harrison chimed in. “It’s totally cool if you are, we just want to know.”

“No.” Tom rolled his eyes. “She didn’t want to have sex so we just talked until she fell asleep.”

“If she didn’t want to have sex, why didn’t you just kick her out?” One of the other boys, Trent, asked as he looked at Tom in disgust.

“I don’t know. Maybe I didn’t want to kick her out.” Tom looked at Trent in annoyance.

“No. I know why.” Harry smirked. “T- bags in love.”

“Oooo. T-bags in love with the nerdy goth girl.” Harrison grinned and clapped Tom on the back.

“Shut up.” Tom pushed him away. “She’s not goth. She just likes to wear black. And I’m not in love with her. She’s like a total loser. All she did was talk about movies the whole time.”

Tom immediately felt bad for what he said, but he couldn’t risk losing the approval of his frat brothers. If they knew he actually liked a girl like you, he’d never hear the end of it. He had a reputation he had to uphold and you were a direct threat to his image.

“She did? Uh oh. Film geek.” Trent snorted and collected a few high fives. Tom didn’t think “film geek” was the legendary insult his frat brothers seemed to think it was, but kept quiet about that.

“Yeah. She’s like totally obsessed with me. She asked to see me again Monday.” Tom continued to lie, not even knowing why he was doing it. Once he started, he couldn’t stop. He could tell he had the respect of the room and was determined to keep it.

“Are you gonna go?“ Harry wondered.

“I guess I have to if I want to win this bet.” Tom shrugged. He felt bad for acting like the date wasn’t his idea, and ever worse for the picture he was painting of you.

“Damn. You were right.” Harry shook his head. “You gave her the slightest bit of attention and she’s already on your ass trying to get you to put a ring on it.”

“Yeah. And get this. She totally bled all over my sheets.” Tom said, regretting it the second he did. The boys burst out laughing while some pretended to throw up. Tom realized that that information was only funny when it was just between the two of you. He knew he had no right to tell them that but now that it was out, he could never put it back in.

“Ew. She got her period in your sheets?” Trent asked as he covered his mouth with his hand.

“Yeah. Just a little though.” Tom said in an attempt to back track. “It was nothing. It could’ve been a nosebleed for all I know.”

“Guys.” Trent gasped. “Shark Week. That’s the perfect name for her.”

“Yeah. Shark Week. Nice one.” Harrison laughed and high fived Trent. Tom felt sick to his stomach for what he just did. He looked around at his frat brothers making fun of you and gulped.

“So all you have to do is get Shark Week to fall in love with you and then you get to be President.” Harry shrugged. “That should be easy since she sounds so clingy.”

“Yeah. Clingy.” Tom laughed weakly as the pit in his stomach grew. He felt his phone buzz and saw that he had a text from an unsaved number. As soon as he read it, he knew it was you. And all it did was make his guilt worsen.

“thanks for everything. I’ll see you Monday :)”

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Hey can I request for a REALLY dirty smut with tom involving innocence kink and exhibitionism (public sex)?

Hope you like this...

Pairing : Frat! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, language, library sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Stress relief

T : where are you?

Y : library

T : miss you<3

Y : will be studying late

T : :( :(

Y : sorry babe :/

You shake your head, smiling at the screen of your phone before focusing back on the textbook in front of you. Your exams were starting from the next week and you had been working hard since the last week staying up late at the library making notes and completely ignoring your boyfriend. The library was almost empty at this time except for a few nerds like you sitting and studying hard.

After sometime you stood up from your desk and made your way to the bookshelves. You walked along the towering bookshelves looking for the book you needed humming a soft tune to yourself contentedly. You kinda liked it here the silence was so peaceful mixed with the musty smell of old books. These huge bookshelves stacked with books were the gates of heaven for a nerd like you, you found your solace here. You stopped at the history section and scanned the books.

Your hand reached out to the book you were looking for when you felt a pair of hands creep around your waist. You jumped out of fright as the book fell from your hand with a soft thud. You were about to shriek but a firm hand came up to your mouth.

“Ssh ssh, darling. It’s just me” Tom hushed you. You turned around your heart still racing to find Tom.

“Jeez! What are you doing here?” You whisper yelled.

“I came looking for you” he states in a hushed tone

“Why?”

“I was missing you so much”

“But I texted you a few minutes ago that I’ll be studying late”

“Did you?” he mused “must have it slipped my mind” He shrugged with a lopsided grin.

“I have to study for the exams Tom”

“But babe I missed you this whole week” he pouted with puppy eyes placing a hand above your head on the bookshelf slightly leaning over you. You tilted your head to the side and studied his face, his brown eyes lingering up and down your face with a glint of mischief in them as he placed another hand on the shelf by the side of your head. You were suddenly very aware of the position you were in.

He had you pressed against the bookshelf, his body towering over you trapping you between him and the bookshelf. Tom slid a hand down the bookshelf stopping beside your hips as he placed a knee between your legs keeping them apart. You swallowed dryly as his warm breath fanned your face.

You wanted to push him off but was frozen under his piercing gaze as you observed his features under the dim light of the room, god he looked so handsome in just a simple hoodie and jeans, a loose curl falling over his forehead as you gazed deep into his hazel brown eyes.

“Y/N” Tom whispered, breaking you out of your trance. His gaze dropped to your parted lips as he inched closer. Your breath hitched when you felt his warm breath fanning your face.

“Tom” your voice quavered as felt heat pool between your legs. Tom noticed the hesitation in your eyes as he knelt down to your ear brushing his lips

“C’mon love, you have been studying really hard you need to relax” he mumbled against your sensitive skin as you shuddered gasping between ragged breaths. Tom knew he had you wrapped around his fingers since the day he laid eyes on you at the frat party. You were standing at a corner dressed in a sweatshirt and skirt just like today looking so sweet and innocent. He was instantly drawn towards you. He feels really happy that he was the one to take your virginity. But the thing that awed him the most was how shy and inexperienced you were and it just filled his mind with all the filthy things he could do to you. From then on he found immense pleasure in corrupting you slowly and slowly.

Tom nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the sweet scent of your body mist. You let out a soft moan when he placed open mouthed kisses on the column of your neck, sucking marks all over your skin when you felt his prominent bulge brush against the inside of your thigh. You were thankful that this side of the library is mostly deserted so nobody will know what you both are up to.

Tom snaked his hand under your sweatshirt and pulled down your bra to squeeze your breasts. Light whimpers escaped your lips as your hand went to his head threading with his soft brown curls. Your judgement was clouded by lust but a voice at the back of your mind kept on reminding you that this is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing it in the library. Anybody can walk in on you.

“Tomm..” your voice came out more like a moan as Tom continued to nibble on your skin. “Tom we can’t do this.. Not here” you squirmed though you didn’t want him to stop either.

Tom lifted his face from your neck and looked at you with lust blown eyes “Ssh babygirl” he shushes you placing a finger on your lips “you think a lot, you know. Stop stressing that little brain of yours and feel” he whispers with a husky tone.

And that was it for you to shut the voice inside your head. Fuck resolve.

You pulled him towards you by the collar of his hoodie crashing your lips to his as you felt him smirk against your lips. He pried your mouth open with his tongue sliding inside exploring your mouth. His hand moved down to your legs and slid up your skirt to feel your clothed heat soaked with arousal.

“Shit so wet already” he said grinning and pushed aside your panties sliding in two long digits between your slick folds. Your hips bucked against his hand when he pressed a thumb on your clit rubbing slow circles as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace. You felt your orgasm slowly building up when Tom pulled out his fingers all of a sudden. You let out a whine in protest as he grinned at you wickedly bringing the two fingers coated with your arousal to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“So sweet” he hums as you grind your crotch against his erection “look at you acting like a needy slut now when a while ago you were the one stopping me” he chuckles

“Tom please…” you whine biting your lips which turns him on even more.

“What is it princess? What do you want?” he croons.

“Need you, your cock inside me please” it came as a desperate plea from you.

“How can I say no to my princess? Turn around babe” he instructed as you turned around and gripped on the bookshelf arching your back and perched your ass for him. He flipped your skirt and pulled down your lace panties at one go.

He then went to unbutton his jeans and pulled down his boxers enough to free his throbbing member. He grabs his cock and gives himself a few pumps before rubbing it through your wet folds lining himself to your entrance. He pushes inside slowly as you bite down a moan. A long groan escaped from his own lips feeling your tight walls around him.

“Shit so tight!” he grunts, sheathing himself inside you completely. He waited for a few seconds to let you adjust and then he pulled back slamming right back in again. He picked up his pace pounding into you deep as you tried your best to suppress your moans. His hands gripping on your hips pulling you back to match with his thrusts stretching you out deliciously. Your legs were trembling with the force he was drilling himself inside you. If he wasn’t holding you tight, your legs would have given out by now.

With one particular thrust Tom pushed himself deeper hitting your sweet spot as a loud moan threatened to fall out from your mouth but before it could happen he pulled you back by your neck, your back pressed against his chest as he captured your lips messily muffling your noises.

“You gotta maintain silence, love it's a library” he chuckles against your mouth “Don’t want to get caught do you?” you shook your head in a frantic no as he rams inside you with an unfaltering pace.

“God you got even more wet, does the thought of getting caught by someone turn you on baby?” he taunts as you feel your face turn red in embarrassment “Imagine if somebody walks in right now, imagine the look on their face as they see me fuck this needy cunt of yours” he whispers in your ears as you clench around him at the thought.

“Oh squeezing me real tight, knew you were a pathetic whore behind this innocent face” he grunts, his calloused fingers finding your throbbing bud and rubbing harsh circles as your head falls back in pleasure feeling yourself tethering to the edge.

”but their bad luck no one gets to see what’s mine” he growls “this pussy belongs to me” he grits under his teeth thrusting inside you hitting your spot repeatedly as you feel the coil inside you tighten.

“Tom..please..” you whimpered eyes fluttering shut.

“What is it baby? You wanna cum?” he cooes

“Yes Tom please let me cum” you plead breathlessly.

“Go on darling, cum for me” he urges as your body convulses your orgasm washed over you in little waves. Your walls spasmed around him making him reach his own high as he spilled his warmth inside. You were totally drained out as Tom dropped his head at the crook of your neck panting, your legs felt like jelly as you held on the bookshelf for support.

Suddenly you heard a screech, of someone pushing their chair back followed by footsteps approaching in your direction. Tom slid out of you and pulled back his jeans hastily. You fixed your top and skirt and looked for your panties on the floor frantically.

“You, looking for these?” Tom asks with a smug grin, your eyes darting to his hand waving your panties mid air.

“Tom give them back!” you went to snatch it from him but he moved his hand away.

“Ah ah not so easily” he chuckles.

“Tom I can’t go around like this” you argued already feeling his cum leaking out of you down your thighs.

“You know where’s my room right? Come and get it if you want them back” he shrugged nonchalantly as you looked at him stunned.

“Study hard!” mischief in his voice as he sent a wink your way while tucking your panties in his back pocket and left.

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#tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #frat!tom

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🔞 = SMUT/mature content (minors do not interact)

💗 - fluff 💔 - angst

It’s Complicated Part 2 Part 3🔞💔💗 (frat! Tom)

You are a classic nerd he is a typical playboy living under the same roof. How complicated can your relationship get?

Wildest Dreams 🔞💔 (actor! Tom Holland x actress! Reader)

You thought Tom was the love of your life but it was just one of your wildest dreams.

Safety net💗 (dad! Tom)

It is said you fall in love once in a lifetime. Is it possible to fall in love twice?

Where you belong 🔞 (mob! Tom)

Tom gets jealous and he needs to show you that you only belong to him.

Sweet & Sour 🔞💔💗(richkid au)

Tom fucks up real bad and you aren't going to forgive him so easily. But seeing you flirt with his childhood mates makes him see red.

His Queen, Her King 🔞💗 (mob! Tom)

Tom finally finds his match that is you.

Love me harder 🔞

You have a little fun on your newly purchased furniture.

Need you 🔞💗

Tom is all needy after returning from months long filming.

Stress relief 🔞💗 (frat! Tom)

You have been working hard for your exams and your boyfriend tries to help you relax.

Angels like you 💔💗(mob! Tom)

Tom thinks you're too good for him and he doesn't deserves you.

False god💔💗

Your relationship with Tom hits some bumps due to some misunderstandings.

Happy@25💗

Facetiming Tom on his 25th birthday.

Keep it low 🔞💗

You are staying at Tom's parents house and you try to stay quiet while doing it.

Baby I'm jealous 💔💗(singer! Reader)

You are performing at the Grammys and Tom gets jealous for some reason.

Need to know 🔞 (richkid au, enemies-> fuckers)

People can be lovers and enemies at the same time, you know

On par 🔞💗💔 (frat! golf Tom)

Doing a coverage of the intercollegiate golf tournament for the student newspaper of your university isn’t that hard unless you’ve a love-hate relationship with the star player of the golf team.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff

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It’s Complicated: Part 2

A/N : I really thought this was a very lame idea when I started writing this but thank you so much for the overwhelming response for the first part. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : frat! Tom Holland x Reader ( College roommate au)

Summary : you are a classic nerd, he is a typical playboy. Both are poles apart staying under the same roof. How much complicated can your relationship get?

PART 1 PART 3

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, angst, fluff

Mini playlist : What a man gotta do? and Close by Nick Jonas

It's been two weeks since your big fallout. Tom decided to skip classes and crash at the frat house for a few days. And you were thankful for that because to be honest you needed space.

"Seriously guys am I living with pigs this house stinks." Tom complained picking up a dirty underwear of god knows whose from the couch and tossing it away.

"Can't help it bro we don't have a full time maid to keep the house clean." Matt chuckled as he scrolled through his phone sitting on the other end of couch.

"What did you say?!" Tom growled and yanked him up on his feet by grabbing his collar.

"Whoa man calm down! I was just kidding."

"Then next time choose your words wisely before you say anything about Y/N.” Tom gritted under his teeth. “Do you fucking understand?!"

"Yeah man." he squeaked.

"Hey what's wrong mate?" Harrison came running to stop them. Tom lets go of Matt as he collapsed on the couch.

"Nothing I think I can't stay here anymore better go back to a more civilized house." Tom muttered stalking off to his room.

"You are really thinking of going back?" Harrison raised his brows in surprise.

"I pay half of the rent that’s my house too. Also I need to talk to her and sort things out."

You were busy in the kitchen making yourself a cup of coffee as you poured in the milk and took a spoonful sugar. While you stirred the coffee you began to wonder what if Tom returns? How are you going to handle yourself? You still couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him.

And speaking of the devil you heard the door unlock and your breath hitched knowing that only one person has the spare key to your apartment. You turned around, to see that ridiculously handsome face with a mop of chestnut brown curls gazing at you with his hazel brown eyes timidly. You dropped the spoon inside the mug with a clattering sound.

"Hey I’m back." He said sheepishly as you looked at him with a blank expression. Wordlessly you grabbed your coffee mug and went back to your room completely ignoring him.

Tom sighed hanging his head low in defeat knowing it’s going to be tough for him to win your trust again. The whole day you spent cooped up in your room, though you heard Tom knock at your door at night he had come to call you for dinner but you decided not to answer.

Next day in the morning as you were getting ready for college Tom slipped a note below the slit of your door. You picked up the note to see a sad face drawn on it and I’m sorry written on it. You found it really cute and were almost about to smile but then you shook yourself out of those thoughts. No, you were not going to forgive him this time, not so easily. You slid the paper out of your room through the slit of the door. Tom let out a sigh and went away.

Later in the day you were in the library doing what you are best at, studying when Josh came up to you.

''Hey." You looked up to him.

"Hi"

"Can I sit?"

"Yeah sure."

Josh sat across the table as you resumed your work. "Listen I’m sorry."

You sighed and you stopped writing. "I have been listening to a lot of them lately. What for are you sorry?"

"I know I’m the reason behind you and Tom are not on speaking terms anymore."

"That’s ok you did the right thing by telling me the truth. And anyways we didn't have anything between us so don't feel guilty of breaking a non existent relationship." saying that you turned your attention to the problem you were solving.

"Ray optics?" Josh asked.

"Yeah" you blew out your cheeks exhausted.

"You are doing it wrong, may I?"

"Yeah sure." You furrowed your eyebrows as he took your notebook and began to scribble on it.

"It will be like this." he showed you the solved equation.

"Thanks” you were genuinely amused. “I have been stuck with this problem for like hours but how do you?"

"Physics is my elective." He smiled.

"Never saw you in class."

"You know being in the frat." he rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

"Oh yeah, yeah I know reputation, the bad boys." you chuckled, waving your hand.

"So if you don't mind, would you like to grab a coffee sometime?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah why not." You chatted with him for a while. For the first time in weeks you were finally feeling a little bit normal.

You came back to an untidy house, clothes scattered here and there, leftovers from yesterday and empty beer bottles on the table. An obvious reminder that Tom is back and your life is miserable again. Out of habit you went to pick up his clothes and put it for laundry but immediately backed off. No you're not falling for this again. If he's really sorry then he needs to learn a lesson the hard way.

Tom returned home to see all his things still scattered around the house. He huffed perfectly understanding that this is your way of punishing him but he ain't gonna give up either. He picked all of his clothes and put them in the washing machine then threw the trash out.

Later on after sometime you went down to do your laundry. And you were quite pleased to find that Tom had cleaned up all the mess and even put his clothes for a wash. You went to check if the clothes were washed or not and one look inside the washing machine you instantly knew about the apocalypse that’s going to come down on the house very soon. Without a word you retreated back to your room. And after sometime as you had expected you heard Tom curse out loudly.

"What the fuck!!!" He was holding his favorite t-shirt which was now completely ruined and the color faded out. He forgot to separate the whites as the color from the t-shirt got on them too and now all of them were ruined including his favorite one. You were enjoying the whole thing sitting in your room smiling to yourself.

****

"Hey what the hell happened?" Harrison asked next day looking at Tom’s shirt as he tried his best to not to laugh at his best friend.

"Don't ask." Tom grimaced.

"Okay."

"This is outrageous!" Tom exclaimed.

"Here we go.." Harrison snickered.

"No Harrison I can't take this anymore it's been one month, fucking one month!! and she still won't talk to me! I know what I did was wrong, I should have at least told her about it and she has all the right to stay angry but I have apologized to her like a thousand times but still she won't say a word to me. To please her I didn't even bring home any girl for the past one month can you believe it one month without sex?!" he ranted.

"Stop being so whiny it's just a few more months and then we all will go on our own ways. Why care if one girl talks to you or not?" Harrison scowled.

"No Harrison, I care."

"Why because your favorite shirt got ruined?" Harrison chuckled.

"No, not just for doing my laundry I just miss the old Y/N with whom I used to talk my heart out. I mean she was my best friend." Harrison arched his brow skeptically. Tom rolled his eyes.

"You guys are way too judgy."

"Ouch." Harrison placed a hand on his chest pretending to be hurt. "Hey wait isn’t her birthday tomorrow? Maybe do something that will make her smile and forgive you.”

"Yeah right I totally forgot about that, thanks bro."

"Always anything for my best mate." Harrison shrugged. Tom got the reference as he smiled, shaking his head sideways.

****

What a man gotta do playing......

Caught my heart about one, two times Don't need to question the reason I'm yours, I'm yours I'd move the earth or lose a fight just to see you smile 'Cause you got no flaws, no flaws

You were forced awake from your sleep at the loud music.

"Tom for god's sake it's just seven in the morning!!" You yelled from your room and turned on your bed covering your ears with your pillow groaning.

I'm not tryna be your part time lover Sign me up for that full time, I'm yours, all yours So what a man gotta do? What a man gotta do? To be totally locked up by you What a man gotta say? What a man gotta pray? To be your last "Goodnight" and your first "Good day"

You huffed and got out of your bed twisting your hair into a messy bun. You opened the door fuming but were met with colorful balloons scattered on the floor. You were slightly taken aback as you carefully walked through them and down the stairs to see the house decorated. You had completely forgotten that today is your birthday.

So what a man gotta do? What a man gotta do? To be totally locked up by you What a man gotta do? What a man gotta prove? To be totally locked up by you

Tom got down on his knee offering you a bouquet of roses as he mouthed to you "sorry" giving you those puppy eyes.

You ain't tryna be wasting time On stupid people in cheap lines, I'm sure, I'm sure So I'd give a million dollars just for you to grab me by the collar And I'll come build us, build us

You shook your head totally unimpressed and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. Tom followed you like a puppy so you slammed the bathroom door on his face frowning.

I'm not tryna be your part-time lover Sign me up for that full-time I'm yours, I'm yours So what a man gotta do? What a man gotta do? To be totally locked up by you What a man gotta say? What a man gotta pray? To be your last "Goodnight" and your first "Good day"

You stepped out of the bathroom to find Tom standing by the door making a sad face. You went to the kitchen ignoring him to make breakfast. You propped up on your toes to take out the flour bag from the cabinet.

So what a man gotta do? What a man gotta do? To be totally locked up by you What a man gotta do? What a man gotta prove? To be totally locked up by you

Tom went to get the flour bag for you and accidentally the whole bag tumbled over him covering him with white powder. You couldn't keep up your tough act any more as you burst out into laughter, Tom smiled awkwardly slightly coughing and wheezing. You finally softened as you grabbed a hand towel and went to wipe his face gently smiling.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry" he apologized, taking your hands in his.

"Well you are trying so hard maybe I’ll give you another chance."

"Thank you so much Y/N." he kissed the top of your knuckles and the gentle touch of his wet lips sent an unusual shiver down your spine. "And a very happy birthday, darling."

"Thank you Thomas." you sounded slightly breathless.

"So if all is good between us can you look into the matter of my ruined shirt." You scrunch your nose shaking your head dismissively telling him nothing can be done about it. He hung his head in remorse and turned to leave.

"Tom?" you called him back.

"Yeah love?" he looked at you intently.

"Clean the house." You ordered with a serious face.

''Oh yeah, sure will do ma’am." He stuttered.

****

Tom was finally feeling relaxed and happy. It's been a month he got to see your heartwarming smile, finally he got you back but little did he know that a certain intrusion has occurred in your life in this one month. In the evening Tom brought in some takeout and a cake for you as he heard giggles and laughter from your room so he went to your room to check.

"Hey Y/N" he opened the door to find Josh sprawled out on your bed while you were sitting with a book in your hand laughing about something.

"Oh hey Josh what are you doing here man?" He asked with an icy glare.

"Uh Josh and I are just studying together. Did you guys know he has physics as elective? I mean he is a literal genius." you said.

"Not like you." Josh blushed.

"Did you need something?"

"Not actually but since today is your birthday I was hoping that we were going to have a little celebration but you seem busy."

"What? today is your birthday?!"

"Yeah" you shrugged.

"Well happy birthday sweetheart"

"Thank you" you blushed whereas Tom was fuming from inside with his plans being interrupted as now Josh joined you for the mini celebration Tom had planned.

Though it was just the beginning as Tom slowly started to understand how much Josh has become a part of your life. After your reconciliation Tom expected you to be sitting with them at the back but you literally ditched him to sit with Josh. Josh has been saving you a seat in the front for the past few weeks. It was becoming intolerable for Tom to see you laughing and spending time with Josh. He could clearly understand that Josh was trying to woo you. This other day Tom was relaxing on the couch watching a movie as you breezed past him grabbing your purse.

"Hey it's movie night where are you going?" Tom frowned.

"Umm sorry I forgot to tell you I'm going out for a movie with Josh." Tom felt his heart clench for an unknown reason, a twang of jealousy creeping in.

"So you and Josh are a thing now?”

"Umm no but I kinda like him though.” you said tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “He seems to be a nice guy.''

"Well my dear every guy seems to appear nice when he’s trying to hit a homerun." Tom didn’t want to sound mean but the picture of you with Josh brought a sour taste in his mouth.

"Are you talking about yourself?" you retorted.

"I know what I’m as well as I know Josh more than you do. I’m just watching your back." he said softly.

''Listen Tom.” you sighed “We just sorted out our misunderstandings and I don't want to go into another argument with you. I'm a big girl, I know what I'm doing."

"But still be careful"

"Okay mom. See you later."

****

Tom was in the frat house with Harrison playing video games in the living room. He was ferociously pressing the buttons of the controller taking out his frustration on it.

Harrison noticed that. "What happened Mr. grumpy Holland?"

Tom sighed putting down the controller. "Did you know that Josh and Y/N are a thing?"

"What? Really?"

"Yeah apparently both of them bonded over some stupid physics problems." Tom rolled his eyes. "Moreover Y/N thinks he is a nice person but he was the actual reason behind us not talking for a month."

"It's her life she can choose whomever she wants to date." Harrison pointed out.

"No she can't!" Tom burst out and Harrison looked at him questioningly.

"I mean not that weaner Josh." he clarified. "See the only thing I know is that I want my Y/N back with whom I used to sing, dance, laugh my heart out, and had movie nights."

''You guys used to live like this?" Harrison made a face.

"Yes but that's not the point. The point is that Josh is stealing all those moments from me."

"No, no Tom are you even listening to yourself? You just sound like a typical jealous boyfriend. Wait a minute.” Harrison narrowed his eyes, before widening them on the realization. "You love her mate!" He exclaimed.

"That absolute bollocks! I don't love her!" Tom denied.

"Yes you do. That is why it's bothering you so much." Harrison started laughing seeing his misery.

"Haz mate have you gone insane? The last thing Tom Holland will do is fall in love."

"Whatever you say dude” Harrison patted his shoulder still laughing. “you are technically screwed.”

Harrison’s words made Tom ponder for a while about the possibility of him in love with you before he went into his denial. Why would he, Tom Holland fall in love with a nerd like you when there are thousands of hot girls waiting for him in line. And why would he settle for one when he can have someone new every night on his bed. Love, relationships were never his thing. He is better of with no strings attached. However the last blow came a few days later which made him rethink about his true feelings for you.

****

Tom was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone when you came up to him shuffling on your feet.

"Hey how do I look?" you asked coyly.

"As usual, nerdy." He said nonchalantly without lifting his eyes off his phone.

"Tom you didn't even look at me." you whined.

"What's so special about your worn out sweatshirts and jeans.." His words got lost as his eyes went to you. He rarely saw you dress up but when you do you surely know how to take people's breath away. Like exactly the way Tom felt air knocked out of his lungs as he scanned you from top to bottom. You looked ethereal. Your hair which used to be always messy and tied up is let loose freely flowing cascading down your shoulders. He always knew you had beautiful eyes but today the eyeliner makes them stand out even more. Those red tinted lips looked so soft, supple and tempting. He wished of what it would feel to kiss them, to be marked up by those lips or even better to have those wrapped around him. Did he mention the red dress you chose to wear tonight? It perfectly hugged your curves, it was taking all of him to not to take you then and there.

"Tom?" you called out shaking him from the inappropriate thoughts he was having.

"Wow you...you look beautiful, love."

"Thank you." You blushed, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"So what's the occasion?"

"Umm actually Josh asked me out." his heart sank into his stomach hearing that.

"For a date?"

"Yeah sort of we are taking things slow for now." Tom’s jaw clenched further at your answer. "You think he will like this?" you asked nervously. His face softens as he stands up and cupped your face gently.

"Hey never dress up to please someone you understand? If you feel beautiful then don’t give a fuck to what other’s think just be yourself." tom said, looking firmly into your eyes, wishing if he could show you how beautiful you are.

"Okay thanks for the pep talk, I should get going." you chirped.

"Yeah have a great night, love."

You left and at that very moment Tom knew that he was fucked. He collapsed on the couch as he ran his fingers through his hair frustrated. He hates to admit but Harrison was right he has fallen for you. He was restless and clueless at the same time about what to do with his newfound feelings for you.

Next day during class the first thing Tom did was confess to Harrison.

"I love her."

"Come again." Harrison thought he might have heard wrong.

"I'm in love with Y/N, Haz."

"Bloody hell! I can't believe that the playboy fell hard for a nerd." Harrison chuckled.

"Yeah very funny can you keep it down." he hissed.

"Dude what are you gonna do now?" Harrison whispered.

"I don't know but I can't tolerate that Josh around her." he muttered.

"So then go and tell her what you feel. You said they are still not in a serious relationship."

"But what if she says no I'm really scared."

"Rejecting Tom Holland?"

"Well it's Y/N we are talking about Harrison she already rejected me once if I have to remind you."

“Yeah right.” Harrison agreed.

You on the other hand were in quite a happy place in life right now with a potential chance of finally having a successful love life and completely oblivious about your playboy roommate in love with you. However the universe had other things planned for you. Your phone lit up with a message you went to check and instantly all your happiness faded away.

You sighed gripping onto your phone tightly in anger. Maybe you were meant to be alone was the only thought spiraling inside your head as you stride away to the kitchen and frantically searched the cabinets for something to drink away your sorrow. You needed something strong and your eyes went to the whisky bottles Tom used to keep for him. You took one bottle and drank from it. Tom returned home later in the evening to find you splayed across the couch.

"Y/N you okay?" He walked up to you.

"Oh hey Tom!" Your voice was uncharacteristically high pitched. Tom noticed the empty whisky bottle on the table and frowned picking it up.

"Y/N seriously? What were you thinking?" He scolded.

"What was I thinking?” you slurred. "Exactly! what was I thinking when I thought to date that asshole Josh."

"Hey what happened talk to me." He sat beside you wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

"Like what kind of coward breaks up with you over a message. Sorry Y/N we can't do this anymore it was a mistake." You mimicked his voice. "Like what are we in high-school?! Uggh!! I just feel like an idiot." you groaned.

"I can't believe I would let myself into this...I mean whyy?? To get hurt? Again?" you ranted.

"No, because you are a really good person and care for the feelings of others." Tom said soothingly as he brushed your hair out of your face.

"But you are not like that, you do whatever you want with no attachments at all." You gaze into his eyes and slowly lean towards him in your drunken state too far gone away to think straight, puckering your lips to kiss him. Tom leans back on the couch trying to dodge your advances on him as you chase his lips.

"What's happening?" You blinked and sat back with a frown.

"Umm seems like I'm saying no." Tom said awkwardly.

"But you have been trying to get me into bed since day one. Why are you saying no?" You pouted out your bottom lip.

"Well my dear I am actually surprised too. Usually I would dive into it given a chance." He quipped. You blinked a few more times before your conscience hit you.

"God what am I doing?" You groaned holding your head. "Why am I drunk and throwing myself at you? This is so not me."

"Well happens to the best of us sometimes."

"You know what I was right you men are the biggest disappointment in my life." Tom rubbed your shoulders comfortingly, suddenly you felt nauseous and ran to the toilet covering your mouth with your hand. You collapsed on the cool marble floor spilling your guts out in the toilet.

Tom was just behind you as he bunched up your hair making a makeshift ponytail with his hand, another hand rubbing your back gently. "There, there it's gonna be fine."

"You done?" You nodded, face all red and flushed out. Tom helped you get up on your feet and took you near the basin. He made you rinse your mouth first then soaked a washcloth in cool water and rubbed it all over your face.

"C'mon champ let's get you to bed." He lifted you in his arms and carried you to your room. He pulled the blanket over you and dimmed the lights. He was leaving and he accidentally bumped into your desk hurling everything down from the table.

"Shit!" He hurriedly crouched down to pick up your stuff. He placed them all one by one on the desk when his eyes went to a diary. He never knew that you used to keep a journal. He was really tempted to read it but put it away and left to return back because he couldn't control his curiosity. He turned the pages one by one as he read

Dear diary

Today I met the most arrogant, irritating guy I have ever seen in my life, I felt like punching his perfect little face.

A smile crept up his face on the way you had described him when you first met him. He continued reading further.

Guess what the man whom I dreaded the most I have to spend my life's next two years with him under the same roof. I’m doomed.

It was about the day when he came to live with you. He continued to turn the pages to find that you had stopped writing after a certain time before he stumbled on a written page after a lot of blank pages. It was written after the night of the Halloween party.

Dear diary

It's been a long time, a really long time but I had to write this down. Never in my life I would have thought that I would say this but I love him. You may think I'm crazy but after we kissed yesterday it felt different, I felt different. He came into my life like a whirlwind and I got carried away with him. He consumes me, life is unpredictable when he's around and I love the unpredictability. He is not the perfect man of my dreams but he's all I want. I know he doesn't feel the same way for me because commitment, relationships are the things he dreads the most. But after a lot of pondering I have finally decided to tell him what I feel for him. I'm assuming he will say no I mean what chance do I have anyways I’m a really boring, clumsy person, a nerd not half as beautiful as other girls out there. But I guess I'll take my chances. At least I'll have nothing to regret in future with this weight lifted off my chest. Wish me luck.

Tom slammed the diary shirt exhaling deeply his hands were sweaty as he felt his chest tighten to the point where it was hard for him to breathe. You were in love with him all this time and he being an idiot broke your heart before you could have told him. He glanced at your sleeping figure so peaceful and relaxed. He just wanted to lay down beside you, wrap you in his arms and tell you how much he loves you. With one last longing look he left your room determined to tell you the truth very soon.

****

Next day during class you finally walked back to your original spot at the backbenches as you took your seat in front of Tom. Tom couldn’t be any happier.

"Welcome back love, the backbenchers missed you."

"So did I." You chirped when your eyes went to Josh though you shouldn’t be concerned anymore about him but his broken nose made you a little concerned. "Is that Josh? What happened to him?"

"You know drunkards and stairs don't go hand in hand." Tom said casually.

"Oh my god is he okay?"

"Yeah he'll be fine don’t worry, moreover he kind of deserved it for hurting you.”

After the official closing of the Josh chapter in your life. Your lives were back to the normal routine you were used to. You were sitting on the couch watching some teen romance movie when Tom suddenly laid down resting his head on your lap. You were taken aback as he never did that before.

"You okay?" You asked with concern.

“Yeah just feeling a little down.” He sighed before continuing.

"I'm not a fleeting type of guy Y/N." He said out of nowhere, you looked at him puzzled.

"Okay…" you said unable to figure out where the conversation was heading.

"I wasn't always like this. You know I once was head over heels over this girl and everyone warned me that she's just around me for my money but I didn’t listen and one day she did eventually cheat on me. I was so devastated that I lost all my faith in the whole idea of love."

"That’s sad but why are you telling this to me?"

"Don't know” he shrugged. “you just always listen to my shit so patiently and aren't judgy. I really want to fall in love again but I'm scared you know." you subconsciously started brushing his hair.

"Hey don’t get so upset. When the right time will come you will find your love."

"What if I have already found her?"

"Then man up and tell her. Put your seduction skills to good use." You chuckled.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure.”

"What is love for you Y/N?"

"For me?" you paused to think before answering. "Well love for me isn't about grand gestures or expensive gifts it's all about those small little things we do for the person you love to see that beautiful smile on their face which makes your day, dancing and singing to their favorite songs, staying cuddled up all night listening to each other's heart beat as we fall asleep. When you are with them you forget about all your worries."

Tom had got his answer as he called up Harrison that night.

"I’m gonna tell her."

"What! Are you serious?"

"Yes Harrison, knowing that she has or had feelings for me I’ll take my chances."

"Well then good luck mate."

*****

You were out for a while which gave Tom the time to make preparations for the grand proposal he was planning where he will be telling you about how he feels for you. When you returned you caught a whiff of your favorite scented candles looming in the air. You walked towards the kitchen to find the table well decorated with candles and a bottle of wine kept in an ice bucket while Tom was busy working in the kitchen.

"Oh who is this lucky one for whom you are going this extra mile?" you teased.

"She is right in front of me."

"What?! You're kidding right?" you said with an unimpressed look on your face.

"Nope this is all for you."

"I’m not allowing another party how much ever you give me those puppy eyes." You said sternly.

"I don’t want anything from you Y/N, it’s just a formal making it up to you dinner for hurting my favorite girl."

"C'mon sit down.'' he pulled out a chair for you, you sat looking at him skeptically. He served you the food before helping himself. This is the first time you are eating something made by him and you were quite impressed with his cooking skills.

"Mmmm this is good what other talents have you been hiding." You said taking a sip of your wine. You finished your dinner as Tom turns on the music and gets up stretching his hand to you for a dance.

Close starts playing..........

Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn I'm so perplexed With just one breath, I'm locked in Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn I'm so perplexed On that, it's almost shocking

"C’mon". He urged, you smiled furrowing your eyebrows

"Please" you gave in and held on to his hand, he pulled you closer to him. His hand resting on your waist as you swayed to the music holding on to his shoulder. After a few minutes of dancing silently Tom finally gathered all his courage and confessed to you.

"I love you Y/N" He said softly.

"Ha ha nice joke Tom."

"No I mean it Y/N. I'm truly, deeply, madly in love with you.''

"You're lying"

I know, I know you know you're scared Your heart, your mind, your soul, your body They won't, they won't, they won't be careful But I guess that you don't know me 'Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space 'Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too Close, oh

"Look into my eyes Y/N do you think they are lying?" you looked into his warm honey brown eyes. There was something different in them, something you have never seen before but you don’t want to know what it is. You remember how you wanted to tell him that you loved him which you still do but it didn’t end up well. And you still wanted to believe those eyes but something inside you is scared and doesn’t want to.

"I don’t know what game you are trying to play but I'm done Tom." you pulled away facing your back to him putting some space between you. He stepped closer gliding his hands down your arms making you shudder as you felt his hot breath fanning your neck.

Oh, so close, oh I want you close, ooh 'Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get close, oh Oh, so close, oh I want you close, ooh Oh, I want you close, and close ain't close enough, no

"I know you are attracted to me Y/N you can’t hide that." His voice was low and seductive.

You forced out a laugh. “I’m totally not attracted to you.”

“You’re lying.”

“And you’re overconfident.” you inhaled, but all you smelled was him, and that did funny things to your stomach.

“Every time you lie, your cheeks turn red.” he turned you around.

Oh man, oh man I am not really known for ever being speechless But now, but now somehow My words roll off my tongue right onto your lips, oh I'm keeping cool while you keep smiling Saying all the things I'm thinking

"Nuh-uh." Not the most eloquent thing you have ever said, but it was the best you could come up with.

“I bet you think about me all the time. Nonstop.” His gaze lowered to your mouth. You laughed.

“In your dreams, Tom. You’re the last person I think—”

He caught you off guard grabbing you by the waist, pulling you up close against his chest. His hand gently glided through your hair as he kissed you. You began to melt instantly the warmth of his mouth holding a promise for something more but then he broke the kiss sooner to your liking.

"Does this remind you of something? About that night?" his rasped.

Oh man, oh man I am like you so I want proof of what you're feeling 'Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space 'Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too Close, oh

"The night we kissed there was something different and I know you felt that too."

Your eyes were candles that night, their light a spark of passion... desire, goosebumps lined your skin, not the kind that one gets in the cold, but the kind one gets when nothing else matters except right here, right now. His eyes kept staring deep into your soul as you felt exposed under his gaze.

"I know you love me, Y/N. You want me, you need me just like I do."

"Stop it Tom." You looked away to avoid his gaze but he pulled you closer and you can feel your resolve breaking already.

"And if you love me you'll kiss me."

Heat settled in the pit of your stomach at his deep baritone. "Stop." You closed your eyes trying to resist your feelings.

"Kiss me Y/N"

"Kiss me please" this time he literally begged.

And the next thing you knew, you had crashed your lips to his nearly knocking all wind from his lungs. He hardly had a moment to react as he felt your warm mouth on his. He was quick to take control as he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and you grant him access to delve inside your mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of wine being exchanged in the intermingling of your billowing breaths. Your grip on his shirt grew tighter. You could nearly feel the slight burn of the wine as it rolled off your tongue and seeped down your throat with every push of his tongue against yours.

Oh, so close, oh I want you close, oh (yeah baby) 'Cause space was just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get close, oh Oh, so close, ooh I want you close, ooh Oh, I want you close, and close ain't close enough, no 'Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space

You started pushing him backwards towards the couch unbuttoning his shirt. His legs hit the couch as he stumbled on it with you over him. You practically ripped his shirt open as you got up to straddle him. His hands went underneath your sweatshirt trailing up your back unhooking your bra. You took off your sweatshirt along with your bra and threw it away grinding on him.

"So pretty" he murmured, leaning down to pull a nipple into his mouth. You moaned, threading your fingers in his soft curls. Your head dropped in the crook of his neck gently kissing, nibbling and licking his sweet spot eliciting soft moans from him in return.

'Cause space was just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get close, oh Oh, so close, oh I want you close, oh Oh, I want you close, and close ain't close enough, no Yeah baby (close oh) Tell me baby what you want (Close, oh) Oh, I want you close, and close ain't close enough, no

You couldn’t get enough of each other as you desperately kissed. You kept grinding your hips on his crotch as you felt his bulge grow. His hands slid down from your waist to your ass giving it a squeeze. You broke the kiss to get some air.

"Bedroom?" He proposed gasping for air. You nodded breathlessly with hooded eyes. He picked you up by your hips and your legs wrapped around him. Your lips reconnected messily as he carried you to the bedroom.

Your back hit the soft mattress as he gently laid you on your bed. You shuffled back on the pillows as he climbs on top of you capturing your lips deepening the kiss. He bit down your lower lip, trailing his lips down your neck and continues to go downwards leaving butterfly kisses along the way. He stops at your waist as he glances up at you for once before unbuttoning your jeans. You whimpered quietly lifting your hips up as he pulls down your jeans along with your panties. He looks down at your soaking core with a smirk.

"Did I make that wet baby?"

"Mmhmm" you whined, squirming underneath him closing your eyes. He spreads your legs a bit, kissing your inner thighs before he finally gave a lick up your slick folds.

"Oh god" you sighed and bit your lip jerking your hips up.

"Hmm fuck baby you taste so good" he swirls his tongue to explore more of your pussy. He moans into your pussy. You bite back your moans running your hand into his hair

"Fuckk Tom.. mmh feels so good." He licked your clit teasingly before sucking it gently.

"Ah.. so good." You groaned, tugging on to his hair as you tilt your head back panting lightly.

"Hmm you gonna cum for me love?" You moaned, pressing his mouth to clit. He lets out a low growl and gets a little rougher toying with your clit your back bowed up from the mattress. He slipped his tongue inside your pussy and starts to push in and out gently. Your moans grew louder

"Tomm.. please please.."

"Hmmm please what baby? you gotta cum first if you want my cock." He slid a finger pumping in and out of you. You groaned, shutting your eyes.

"Eyes on me darling." He commands adding another finger. You forced open your eyes as you felt your body tense up.

"fuck.. mhm" you grinded your hips desperately feeling a tight knot grow in your stomach. He curled his fingers hitting all the right spots inside you. Your legs trembled as your legs closes at the immense pleasure but Tom held out your legs firmly. You reached your high as Tom worked you out through it lapping all of your juices.

''Hmm thats my girl." he grinned, mouth glistening with your arousal.

He gets up to pull down his jeans and boxers fishing out a condom from his pocket before throwing them away. He was about to tear the packet. When you sit up motioning him with your hand to give the packet.

"Can I?" He smirked handing it over to you.

You ran your fingers on his muscular chest bringing your mouth close placing wet kisses on his abdomen dragging your lips slowly down to his throbbing length. You wrapped your hand at the base of his shaft and gave a lick to it which made him shudder. He immediately grabbed your wrist.

"Darling not today. I need to be inside you right now." You gave a mischievous look and tore the foil with your teeth as you placed a light kiss to his leaking tip before giving a kitten lick and rolling the condom down his length.

"You’re such a fucking tease."

"Thought you’d like it." You said with doe eyes.

"Don’t tap that side of me darling if you don’t want your brains fucked out." He warned.

"Maybe I would like to have my brains fucked out." You gave a sly smirk. His eyes darkened as he pushed you down to the mattress you squeaked a little as he pinned your wrists beside your head.

"Your wish my command darling but you don’t get to complain later."

He lines himself to your entrance slightly teasing your wet folds before slowly and carefully pushing in as you whimpered.

"Shit! so tight" Tom grunted sliding himself inside you. You inhaled sharply as you felt your walls stretch. Your mouth slacked open in a silent scream as he filled you up.

"You good?" His soft brown eyes gazing into yours.

"Need a minute, it’s been a long time." You said breathlessly.

"Yeah me too more than one month for me." You rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

"You can move now.'' You whispered into his ears. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before drawing back his hip and thrusting inside you again. He started with a slow pace. Long drawn thrusts going deep reaching spots inside you that you never knew of.

“You feel so good wrapped around me, love.” He carried on with his agonizingly slow pace intentionally teasing you as you desperately writhed under him for some release.

"I thought you were going to fuck my brains out." You quipped.

"Nah changed my mind" He shrugged slowing down grinning wickedly and you let out a whine in protest.

"What happened babygirl? You want it hard huh?"

"Yes Tommy please…" you whined. He felt himself twitch inside you at hearing the pet name from your mouth.

"You just needed to ask my naughty little nerd." He pulled out with just the tip inside you before slamming himself right back in, burying himself deeper inside you. You gasped, hands slipping on to his back pulling him to you as close as possible.

"Oh my god! Tom yess! Right there." He kept on with the punishing pace repeatedly hitting your g spot. You felt your orgasm build up as you grabbed on to him for your dear life, nails digging into the skin of his back which are surely to leave marks he hissed at the sweet pain grunting.

"You close?" Tom’s voice husky as he pounded into you relentlessly making you clench around him.

"So close." you breathed out. His hand slipped between your bodies to draw tight circles on your clit tethering you close to the edge.

"Cum for me love." Your body spasmed as your orgasm washed over you. His movements grew sloppier as he reached his own high. Tom collapsed on top of you panting face buried in the crook of your neck. You remained like that for some time catching your breath soaking in the ecstatic feeling surrounded by the warmth of his body.

"I love you." He mumbled into your skin.

"I love you too." You whispered, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

Well your story didn't start on a good note neither you have any idea how it 's gonna end. In the heat of the moment you gave in to your temptation but now you realize you had a lot to talk about and make things clear but now is not the good time you both thought. This felt good, this felt nice and you want to hold on to this moment for a little longer.

****

You woke up next morning to an empty bed which made you wonder for a moment that whatever happened last night was just a dream but when you noticed the oversized shirt of Tom on you a smile crept up your face. You got up and went downstairs and were surprised to see Tom had tidied up the house and you smelled freshly cooked pancakes which made your mouth water.

"If I had to have sex with you to make you share the household chores you could have told me earlier" you quipped as Tom worked in the kitchen.

"Don't get used to it." He handed you your morning coffee.

"Thank you."

"By the way good morning darling, sleep well?." He pulled you closer, you hummed as he lazily leaned to kiss you.

"Who are you? You're not the Tom Holland I know, morning kisses aren’t his thing." you ask, cradling his face. You saw his face drop.

"Hey I was just joking, I'm sorry if it hurt you."

"Hey no, no it's not that. It's-it's Y/N I just feel like I don't deserve you."

"Hey why do you think like that?”

"I know I’m not the perfect guy you dreamed of but nevertheless you have accepted me as who I'm and I want to live up to your expectations and be the perfect boyfriend for you. I want to commit to this relationship, with you. I hurt you before and I know every relationship is based on trust so....” He rambled.

“Hey it’s okay” you say softly.

“No Y/N you need to know something about Josh.”

"That you forced Josh to write that text to me after you caught him with his ex and as well as broke his nose."

"You know about that?” He looked at you wide eyed.

"Yeah you know, perks of being a nerd, always curious. Heh. I wasn't satisfied with that stupid text I needed a proper closure so we had a little chat. He said he was sorry and he still has feelings for his ex and how much you love me that you ended up punching him right at his face."

"And you are not mad at all"

"No why would I? You were just looking out for me and to be honest I myself didn’t feel that the relationship was going anywhere. But you shouldn't have broken his nose."

"That fucker deserved it." Tom grimaced.

"Listen you don’t need to stress yourself out to become the best boyfriend in the world just because we had sex then I also have to try to do the same thing of being the perfect girlfriend which I myself am not comfortable with the whole idea right now. So for the time being let’s take things slow and enjoy our time."

“Hmm.. by the way did anyone tell you how much hot you look in just my shirt?”

“Well my roomie told me once.” You looked at him mischievously as you dipped your fingers in the whipped cream kept in the bowl on the kitchen counter and smeared it on his neck. You went to lick on the cream sucking on the spot making Tom shudder as his grip tightened on your waist.

"God you will be the death of me." He gasped. You pulled away immediately after licking it clean.

"I think I'm gonna go and have a shower" You said and turned to leave.

"Okay" He said as you spun on your heels to look at him again.

"And you are joining me in five minutes." You ordered.

"Even better. I’ll be there." He nodded, a smirk growing on his face.

Later in the day at college you were walking with Susie through the hallway when Tom came running and laced his fingers with yours.

"What are you doing?" You whispered surprised.

"Taking things slow." He gave a subtle wink making you smile as you went for a kiss. Susie gaped at you both in surprise.

"Oh my god! You guys.. Are you?" You two exchanged glances breaking into a smile and turned to her.

"Umm.. it's Complicated.."

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It's Complicated

Pairing : frat! Tom Holland x Reader ( College roommate au)

Summary : you are a classic nerd, he is a typical playboy. Both are poles apart staying under the same roof. How much complicated can your relationship get?

Warning : 18+, language, suggestive themes, mentions of sex, mature content, angsty ending?

Mini playlist : Sucker by Nick Jonas and Bumpy Ride by Mohombi.

Three years ago if anyone would have told you that after graduating high school your life was about to get more fucked up than it is already you wouldn't have believed that. Why would you? A valedictorian and class topper who had big dreams in her eyes about her future though for others you were a bookworm, a nerd. But here you are in the last year of your grad school surviving through hoards of assignments and exams on top of that your roommate is the most interesting and despicable character you have ever met in your life. You both were poles apart, you were the unpopular nerd whose existence nobody knew of and he was the golden boy of the class, a womanizer, Tom Holland. You sometimes wonder how did you even manage to spend two years with him under the same roof.

You were sitting on the couch, your glasses hanging on the bridge of your nose as you chewed on to your pencil whilst reading and taking down notes for your upcoming midterms, books scattered everywhere on the coffee table. You heard the door unlock followed by shuffling of feet and feminine giggles. Tom stumbled into the apartment dragging a girl with him. You remember her from the French class she had joined a few days ago. You cringed internally at how easily they fall for his charms.

Tom's hands were roaming all over her body groping her ass as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. You cleared your throat loudly to make your presence felt. The girl pulled away from him embarrassed.

"Oh hey Y/N still studying? Give a little rest to your lovely eyes darling." You rolled your eyes.

"We have our midterms coming up Tom and I need to have a good score for my internship, not everyone's father owns a company." You gave a bored look.

"I think I should leave." The girl mumbled.

''It's fine, Y/N doesn't mind do you?

"Yeah whatever I was anyway going to my room." You shrugged with a disinterested look on your face gathering your things and were about to climb the stairs but turned back.

"And just for heaven's sake don't make a mess on the couch I also sit on it."

"You got it..he waved his hand in a salute. “Oh! maybe put on some earplugs tonight love, it's gonna be a long night or if you want you can join us." he says with that ever familiar cocky grin.

"No thanks I'm fine."

You sat on your desk resuming your studies hoping for no more disturbance but you always forget that you were actually living with the devil himself whose sole purpose in life is to give you a living hell experience as he decided to bring the action to his bedroom which was separated from yours by just a thin wall so you had no escape from this daily torment. You tried really hard to concentrate on the words written on the book but all that moaning and loud music was getting on your nerves. You groaned in frustration as you got up and made your way to Tom's room.

"Tom! Tom! Open up!" You yelled banging the door repeatedly.

"Go away Y/N!"

"Open up now!" You demanded. The door unlocked and his head popped out.

"Seriously Y/N! things were just starting to get a little bit fun! oh wait a minute or did you have a change of mind?" he smiled mischievously.

"We need to talk. Can you come out for a minute?" You said sternly.

"Oh sure why not limitations should be discussed first." He came out from behind the door your face turned red seeing him buck ass naked.

"Oh my god! Could you--Could you just cover up please." You turned around covering your eyes flustered. He huffed.

"Okay just a moment." He came out with a bed sheet wrapped around his waist.

"Now I know you haven't been involved in a three way before so let me know about what you like or don’t like and a safe word when you want to stop."

"What! Ew! no! I don't want to do anything like that." you gave a disgusted look to him.

"Then what do you want Y/N? you know I don't like people disturbing me when I'm getting some."

"Tom do I need to remind you about the deal we had? You promised no girls during exam time."

"Sorry love but a man has his own needs."

"Tom, do you want to fail this semester?"

"What for I have you then? C'mon as per our deal you are going to help me with the assignments and pass the exams"

Yes you had made a stupid deal with him. He was from a wealthy family, money for him was like dirt on his hand. As per the deal he would pay 75% of the rent in exchange you would help him with the assignments as well as pass the semesters. Though you had negotiated a little by asking him to pay extra for writing all his assignments. A good way to earn some extra cash you thought but now you regret taking the offer.

"If you want to pass then you have to let me study you dumbass!"

"Tommy!" that girl whined from inside his room.

"Coming baby!"

You quirked your eyebrow questioningly because as far as you recall the last time you called him by that name he took the whole house on his head.

"You have sex with me I'll let you scream that name to your heart's content." he said bluntly.

"Ha! not even in my nightmares"

"Sorry honey I would love to extend this cute little banter of ours but I need to tend to someone else's needs as well as satiate my own needs too. See you in the morning goodnight" Saying that he shut the door on your face.

You raised your hands clawing your fingers, annoyed thinking of choking the life out of his body. You grimaced and stomped off to your room. You knew it was useless to sit with the books because nothing is going to get registered in your brain. You slammed the books shut fuming from inside and went to bed. Though it was a futile attempt because the loud music combined with all the dirty talk and incoherent moaning did not let you sleep. Sometimes you really regret the decision of making the spare room downstairs a store room. It was smaller than your room but at least you could have got a good night's sleep.

You were now lying on your bed wide awake wondering how did you even end up here, with him. You were never very particularly fond of him. You vividly remember the first time when you guys met how cocky and unapologetic he was which he is still now.

You were walking out of the library with a pile of books in your hand. The books were quite heavy and at what goddamn moment you thought to let your hair down that day you don't know which just added to your misery. Your hair was unruly and sticking to your face as you tried to balance the books as well as brush off your hair. You couldn't see much due to the huge pile in your hand and you bumped into someone as you heard.

"What the fuck!" All the books fell from your hands scattering on the floor. You quickly bent down to pick them up.

"Girl I think you really need a new pair of glasses." The other boys with him laughed.

You lifted your head frowning to have a look at the person who instead of helping you was passing comments like that and your eyes met his soft honey brown eyes looking down at you with a smug face which made your blood boil. You gathered everything and adjusted your glasses on the bridge of your nose standing up.

"And I think you need to learn some manners." You shot back directly looking into his eyes and strutted past him.

"Damn!" Harrison and the other guys teased Tom.

"Feisty, I like it." He ticked his jaw. "Is she invited to our frat's freshers party?" He asked with a cocky grin, eyeing you from top to bottom as you stride away across the corridor.

"Tom, she's a nerd, not even your type."

"Then it's time to extend my horizons boys. I want her at the party." He ordered.

****

You really had no idea what were you doing at such a party, that too a frat party. But your best friend Susie was adamant to take you with her citing the reason that you need to have some fun in life before you read out your life plus she needed someone to take her home after she gets drunk. You were standing near the drinks counter looking around.

"What's a cute little nerd like you doing in a place like this?" Tom remarked his voice smooth with a cocky undertone while resting his elbow on the counter facing you. You scoffed.

"That's all you got? Some stupid cheesy one liners."

"I got way more than that darling. You see all those girls out there craving to be the lucky one tonight but tonight darling I'm giving you the chance."

"But have I ever said that I want you?" You pretended to think for a while then answered yourself.

"Nope! I don't remember saying anything like that."

"So cheers!" You raised a shot glass and gulped it down.

"Nice party by the way." You patted his shoulder and went away. You didn't see him for a week after that night. But it was actually the calm before the storm.

It was a fine day your roommate and senior Cassandra was leaving after her graduation. You were roommates for a year and you guys had bonded really well. After bidding a tearful goodbye to her you were waiting for the arrival of your new roommate. The doorbell rang and you eagerly went and opened the door your landlord greeted you.

'Y/N how are you?"

"I'm fine Mr Jones."

"Meet your new roommate." A shock went through your face as you saw none other than Tom fucking Holland.

"Hi darling." He said in his thick British accent with that ever familiar cocky grin plastered on his face.

"You guys know each other?" Mr Jones asked.

"Quite well" he smirked. You were still at a loss of words

"Great then my work is done Y/N will help you settle down."

And that is where it all started. First two months were torture for you. You were a sloth bear and he was a party animal. Coming home drunk with girls late at night was a regular thing for him. Loud music,sexual innuendos, non stop flirting he had managed to get on each and every nerve of yours. But one day you decided that you had enough of this and if you two needed to stay under the same roof you both had to have a mutual understanding to make things work. So you came up with the three golden rules of your roommate pact

One - equal share of household chores.

Two - during exams no party, no bringing home friends.

Three - no funny business.

The first two were already broken as here you are in the morning picking up all his clothes he scattered around the house to put them for laundry followed by cleaning the house and then making breakfast for both of you. As if you were his good dutiful wife. You don't know why you care for him so much. Being with him has rubbed you off a little too you swear a lot more than you used to and also have become a little bit of aggressive in nature but it had it perks too. You were now friends with the other frat guys so they were always there to help you in case of any problem arises on or off campus. You really don't know what relationship you have with Tom because if you were to describe it was too complicated. You were neither friends nor enemies just two polar opposites stuck together.

You were busy in the kitchen flipping the pancakes on the pan as you felt two familiar hands creep around your waist.

"Good morning love." Tom said with a groggy voice placing his chin on your shoulder. You didn't reply.

"Giving the silent treatment again, eh?" you still did not reply. He let go of you as he leaned his back on the counter facing you. He was shirtless hair all messy, a few scratch marks over his body with a very prominent hickey on his neck. His sweatpants hung low down his waist giving quite a scenic view of his v line.

"Okay I'm sorry no more shagging during exam time I promise." You handed him his cup of tea without saying a word and took the cooked pancakes to the table.

"You seriously make the best tea in the world you know." he complimented.

"That's enough buttering for today Thomas."

"You think I'm lying?" he exhaled, placing his hand on his chest pretending to be offended.

"Wear something" you threw him his shirt lying around the couch.

He put it on and turned on the music on the speakers.

We go together Better than birds of a feather, you and me We change the weather, yeah I'm feeling heat in December when you're 'round me

You quirked your eyebrow gnawing your lower lip looking at him skeptically as he swayed a little to the music.

“What are you doing?”

“That we always do.”

He waltzed around the kitchen stumbling upon the chairs making you giggle.

“C’mon dance with me grandma.”

“We will be late for our classes Tom.” you reminded him.

I'm a sucker for you You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly I'm a sucker for you, yeah Any road you take, you know that you'll find me

You worked around the kitchen as he followed you. You turned around bumping into him, you huffed and went past him pushing him aside.

I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things No one knows about you (about you) about you (about you) And you're making the typical me break my typical rules It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah

You two used to randomly break out into dancing and doing silly things around the house. It had kind of become a routine plus one of Tom’s tactics to make you smile when you were so done with him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist. You traced your finger along the side of his face then gently slapped his face playfully.

Don't complicate it (yeah) 'Cause I know you and you know everything about me I can't remember All of the nights I don't remember When you're 'round me (oh, yeah yeah)

Never in his life he has ever got attached to any girl other than you. You bring out this fun and soft side of his, deliberately make him break his rules and letting down his guard. And he feels comfortable around you and telling you each and every of his little secrets.

He skipped to the beat twirling you around. As you both danced around the apartment.

I'm a sucker for you You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly I'm a sucker for you, yeah Any road you take, you know that you'll find me

He got up on the sofa and started jumping on it.

"Tom! I just arranged it!" You yelled. But he didn't listen as he threw a pillow at you playfully which you caught whilst he pranced on the couch.

I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things No one knows about you (about you) about you (about you) And you're making the typical me break my typical rules It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah

He bent down on the backrest of the couch placing his chin in his palm facing you. You rested your chin in your palm standing at the back of the couch. Both of you pouted to each other.

You waltzed to your room climbing up the stairs whistling as Tom followed you.

I've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars I follow you through the dark, can't get enough You're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain And, baby, you know it's obvious I'm a sucker for you You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly I'm a sucker for you, yeah Any road you take, you know that you'll find me

He took out your feather boa from your closet wrapping around his neck and started dancing seductively you threw your hair brush at him giggling which he caught easily. And got up the bed pretending it to be a microphone he sang as if in a concert. He gave his hand as you held on to it. He pulled you up on the bed and you joined him too pretending to sing and dancing around.

I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things No one knows about you (about you) about you (about you) And you're making the typical me break my typical rules It's true, I'm a sucker for you I'm a sucker for you

You plopped on your bed together his arm wrapped around you as you both laughed uncontrollably.

"okay c'mon get up or we will be late for our classes." You said catching your breath patting on his chest.

******

You weren't that popular. You even doubted that half of the class knew that someone named Y/N even exists in class. But everything changed in your second year all thanks to Tom, suddenly you became the lucky bitch of the class, an eye sore to each and every girl on campus. They believed that they deserved to share a house with him not a nerd like you.

Susie, your best friend for the last two years has been hammering you with the same question repeatedly.

"You live under the same roof with Tom fucking Holland!! How lucky can someone get?!" she exclaimed as you were busy scribbling in your notebook with zero interest in her blabbering.

"Yay! Lucky me!" You said sarcastically.

"No seriously he is so charming, how can you resist that?"

"You don't live with him that's why. That outer sham can work for others not for me"

"Hey honey!" Tom chirped. You gave a dirty look to him, you hated when he called you pet names in public. And he deliberately did that to irk you.

"Sorry, Y/N, as you know today is boy's night so I'm gonna be late."

"You know the rules Holland, after ten stay out of the den." You reminded him.

"C'mon it's boys night." he whined.

"Yeah so you can stay in the frat house.The frat house is quite big isn't it Haz?"

"Yeah man you can stay with us for one night."

"See sorted." You turned your attention back to writing in your notebook.

The boys walked away but before leaving the classroom something mischievous went through Tom's mind as he yelled.

"Honey I'll be late, don't stay up for me!" You gaped at his audacity as he winked blowing you an air kiss and went away chuckling. You felt like sinking under your seat feeling embarrassed as you hid your face behind your palms groaning in frustration.

After reaching home you heaved a sigh of relief and tidied the house again and went to have a shower. The house seemed pretty quiet when Tom was not around and that is why you loved boy's night. You finally got the house to yourself though be it for a couple of hours but it was worth it. You reheated the leftovers from yesterday and finally settled down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn comfortably tucked in your comforter to binge watch on Lucifer and the doorbell rang.

"Oh for God's sake! Can anyone let this poor girl have some alone time peacefully." You groaned and dragged yourself to the door to open it. It was the girl Tom had brought with him last night. You eyed her questioningly.

"Hi I'm Isabelle. Is Tom here?"

"Umm no did he ask you to come?"

"Yeah he said." That's strange you thought because as much as you have come to know him he never ever goes back to the same girl again after he has satisfied his lustful desires.

"Umm okay you wanna wait inside?"

"Sure." You let her in showing her the way to the living room. You both sat down as you pressed the play button and continued watching the episode.

"Popcorn?" You offered her the bowl.

"No thanks."

"So how long have you and Tom been together?"

"Two years."

"You and Tom are pretty close I guess"

"Yeah kind of since we are living together."

"Tom has really kept you wrapped around his finger, you are pretty cool with him bringing other girls in spite of having you."

"What?! Oh no no we don't have anything going on between us." You started to feel really awkward.

"You mean to say you guys didn't do it?! Even for once?" she gave a puzzled look.

"No, never! Why would we? And who told you all this rubbish?"

"Among all other things you are always a hot topic Y/N. Everyone knows you are Tom's girl." You felt offended.

"What?! Okay that's bullshit! I'm no one's to own." you were furious.

"Whatever." she shrugged with a non interested look. You had enough of her bickering.

"Umm excuse me I'll be back.'' You went back to your room closing the door behind you and called Tom. He picked up instantly.

"Hey darling what's up?"

"Where the hell are you?!" You hissed.

"Aww.. already missing me?"

"Shut up! Isabelle is here waiting for you. When are you coming back?!"

"Who Isabelle?"

"The girl you fucked last night Isabelle!"

"Oh! I'm not coming please handle her for me babe." And saying that he ended the call.

"What! Wait! Tom!" You groaned in frustration and went back to the living room.

"I don't think he's gonna come home today. Maybe you should talk to him tomorrow during class." You said apologetically. And to heaven's grace she agreed to you and left. You were relieved but at the same time you were fuming because of how Tom passed the ball to your court to handle his mess.

It was almost midnight as Tom slowly turned in the key of the door and snuck into the apartment tiptoeing back to his room. The lights flickered on as Tom saw you standing near the stairs with your arms crossed a deep frown forming on your face making it obvious that you were angry.

"Oh Y/N you're awake!" He said nervously.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" You charged at him.

"Whoa what's with that mouth?"

"What do you think of me huh? I'm not here to entertain your girls whom you stood up."

"Hey I didn't stood her up, it was a one night thing if she doesn't get it. What can I do?" you were still looking at him with a stern gaze.

"Okay I'm sorry this will be the last time."

"You say that every time!"

"And I'm sorry.” He apologized softly.

“Okay tell me what can I do to make it up to you? Oh! Wait, I have an idea, let's go shopping tomorrow. I think you need to upgrade your lingerie collection anyways. I know a nice store for that."

"Excuse me! Why the hell will I go lingerie shopping with you and what made you think that I need to go in the first place?" you gave an incredulous look.

"Honey I noticed that you have a really bland collection of bras mostly in beige, black and white. You need to up your game girl if you want to get laid."

"What!!" You gawked at him flabbergasted.

"Okay you have a problem going with me. We can order online, 36B right?"

"Okay that's definitely not my size!" You were baffled at his straightforwardness.

"Love look who you're talking to." He sassed.

"I can guess the size correctly with just a glance though in your case I actually saw the size so I'm sure." he shrugged.

"You know there's a word for people like you, 'pervert'."

"Hey we live in the same house and use the same laundry. It's hard not to notice."

"You're unbelievable!" You scoffed

"But you look really cute when you are all flustered." He stepped closer to you caging you against the wall smoldering.

"Thomas you know it very well that your charms don't work here." you narrowed your eyes. twisting your lips.

"And that is why you will always have a special place in my life." He stepped back. For a slight moment the thought went across your mind to ask him about what Isabelle said but you brushed it off feeling tired to start a whole new conversation with him in the middle of the night.

"You know what I really need to go and sleep after all this."

"Mind if I join? I can guarantee you that I'm really good in bed as per the feedback I get." he lips curled to a sly smirk.

"Fuck off!!"

"Goodnight darling.'' He chuckled.

*******

The midterms were over so now you can finally get to relax a bit. You are comfortably sitting on the couch browsing Netflix deciding what to watch tonight.

"Dinner time!" Tom announced entering the apartment showing you the food packets in his hands.

"What do you want now?" you asked nonchalantly.

"You really think so low of me Y/N?

Can't I treat my roomie with a lavish dinner from her favourite restaurant?'' He said placing the food on the coffee table in front of you.

"I know you too well Tom so cut the crap and spit it out."

"Okay as you wish. So we will be organizing this year's Halloween party.''

"You do that every year, What's new in that?"

"No I meant not in the frat house at our house, here."

"What! Nope, I'm not allowing that." You shook your head.

"Why?"

"You'll make a mess of the house.''

"C'mon Y/N this is the last year I know you will not go to frat house so I decided let's have the party here. Pleaaase" he pleaded.

"It's a no, Tom."

“Please Y/N I’ll have the boys do all the work as well as clean the house, there will be no trouble I promise.

“Your promises scare me.” you quipped.

“Pleaaase..” He pouted giving you those puppy eyes. You audibly sighed.

"Okay” you gave in.

"Love you." He beamed with joy like a child and hugged you tightly, practically shaking your body.

“But I will still not be a part of it." you stated pulling away from him.

“But!” He whined.

“You heard me.”

“Okay fine.” He sighed.

*****

The party was about to start in an hour. Tom had called in the boys to set everything and help with the decoration. You surveyed everything for the one last time before you retreat back to your hole for the entire night when Tom appeared in a black button up shirt and jeans. A black cape tied around his neck and fake fangs. You tried hard to stifle your laugh seeing his costume.

"So you're gonna be batman for tonight?" you asked with a sarcastic tone.

"What! I'm not batman!"

"Please don’t ruin the image of vampires for me. Damon and Stefan would put a stake through their heart seeing you." you cackled.

"Yeah yeah, make fun of me as much as you want, at least I don't chicken out from parties." he scoffed.

"You sure, you don't want to join the party?" He asked softly.

"You know me Tom parties aren't my thing. I'm good with my devil on Netflix on Halloween night."

"Hmm.. At least one Tom interests you." He added smiling.

"Tom Ellis is the hottest devil on earth to be honest." You gushed.

"And here we go with the thirsting again." he shook his head smiling. You giggled.

"Why jealous? Wishing it were rather you I was thirsting on?"

"Oooh I don't think I would be satisfied with just your mere thirsting. Maybe you can give me more that" he narrowed his eyes, smoldering.

"Maybe I can kick you in the balls." You narrowed your eyes too.

"Hey I meant that you can give me your blood to drink. I'm a vampire tonight. By the way whatever you thought that would be even better." he winked.

"Haha very funny."

"Okay Count Thomas Holland good luck with your prey. I'm retreating to my den. Happy Halloween!" Saying so you climbed up the stairs back to your room.

You were comfortably sitting on your bed in a cozy sweatshirt and sweatpants, hair thrown into a messy bun. You had your specs on, as you binged watched lucifer. Your throat felt dry after sometime and you reached for the water bottle to your dismay you found it empty. Now you were caught between going or not going out of your room. You finally gathered some courage by giving yourself a pep talk that they're your classmates only and who's gonna notice you anyway everybody will be drunk by now. You stepped out of your room, you noticed the party was on full swing. You walked past some drunken bodies as you saw people making out on the staircase, red solo cups scattered here and there on the floor, the music bellowing with a thumping beat, everyone dressed in the most cryptic costumes you have ever seen. You beelined to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. You took out the water bottle and turned to go back to your room. But Harrison caught you before you could sneak off.

"Hey! Y/N where are you off to? Come on, enjoy the party!"

"Umm Haz I'm not a party person so I better go back to my room."

"Where do you think you are going?" Tom blocked your way.

"Tom you know I don't like going to parties plus I think I'm not appropriately dressed also."

"You look fine! The typical college nerd."

"Ouch." You said offended.

"C'mon girl loosen up a bit this is the last year before we graduate. Have a little fun."

"Yeah have this." Harrison handed you a drink.

"No thanks I'm fine."

"C'mon this is really good, just taste it once." You took a sip and winced at the burning taste of the drink swallowing down the whole drink.

"Mmmm this is good!"

"Told you! Here have another one." You had a few more drinks and soon you were feeling a little tipsy as you started giggling for no reason.

Bumpy ride started playing.....

I wanna boom bang bang with your body yo

Were gonna rough it up before we take it slow

Girl lemme rock you rock you like a rodeo

(It's gonna be a bumpy ride)

"Ohh that's our song!" Tom exclaimed.

"Nope definitely not." You giggled.

"Yes don't you remember I tried to make a move on you and you stepped on my poor heart and walked away while this song was playing in the background."

"I only remember giving you blue balls." You snorted. That night when you rejected him had become a running joke between you.

"Oh! C'mon." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the middle of the room in between the crowd. You squealed a little.

I'm gonna pull you over, pull you under Make your body surrender to mine Girl you can make me suffer, do whatever Cause I know you're one of a kind

You swayed to the music holding on to his shoulders, his hands rested upon on your hips.

"This is so inappropriate," you said nervously.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No it's that all our classmates are here and I'm dancing with you. And everybody knows who you are and how you are with girls."

Tell me who can love you, nobody Hold you, nobody Make your body wind, like me You will never find someone like me Who can love you, nobody Hold you, nobody Make your body wind, like me You will never find someone like me

“But you aren’t any other girl right? My seduction skills never worked on you”

“Yeah right, point! You really look stupid when you do that smoldering thing.”

“As long as I’m getting my dick wet I’m fine.” he smirked.

“Ew!” you made a face making him laugh.

Imma spin you around, push your buttons Buy you plenty of stuff Then i'll take you down, to the bottom Work you all the way to the top

He turned you around your back pressed against his broad chest as he flicked your bun, your hair loosened and cascaded down your shoulders. His hands wrapped around your waist as you continued to sway with him giggling.

He twirled you around a few times, you giggled letting go of his hand and went in between the crowd. You kept dancing and he thought you were the prettiest of all even in just a simple sweatshirt. He loved it when you were carefree, less conscious about people around. Tom noticed some drunk guys hover around you. He frowned quickly going over to you and turned you around holding on to your waist pulling you closer to him. Your hands rested flat on his chest.

“What happened?” you looked at him smiling and confused.

“Nothing” Tom gently took off your glasses and hung it at the front of his shirt. You scrunch your nose in confusion.

On top of my love gain and you're gonna get it tonight I'm focused I'm ready girl I'm gonna give it to you right I' gonna pull you over, pull you under Make your body surrender to mine Girl you can make me suffer, do whatever Cause I know you're one of a kind

"You look more pretty like this." He said brushing your hair out of your face. You gazed at him with droopy eyes. Maybe the drunk you isn’t immune to his charms afterall, because you felt your heart flutter. You loved this side of Tom when he is actually his true self, not the playboy he is known for, less cheesy, less snarky. The lights danced on his face as you took your time to observe him. When did he get so cute? Or was he always this cute but you were too busy ignoring him, you thought. You stared into his soft hazel brown eyes smiling like a fool. His hand went to cradle your cheek lightly brushing your cheekbone. You glanced at each other a little longer as you raised your hand to his face gently brushing his unruly eyebrow with your thumb trying to tame it but you were soon broken off the daze when someone bumped into you both while dancing. You both averted your gaze as you cleared your throat to clear out the tension brewing between you pulling away from each other.

"I need a drink." You said.

"Yeah me too." he cleared his throat.

It was almost past midnight the energy of the party had withered down as slow beats kept playing. Most of the people were lying around totally wasted. Some of you were sulking on the couch drunk and tired.

"Hey let's play 7 minutes in heaven." Jessie suggested

"I'll just watch." you said raising both of your hands.

"C'mon Y/N it's just a game. It will be fun." Jessie encouraged.

"Please Y/N" Susie pouted.

"Okay" you sighed.

A few rounds went by.

"Okay next to whomever the bottle stops is up with none other than our heartthrob Thomas Stanley Holland." Everyone cheered. Jessie spun the bottle and it stopped directing at you. You gave a perplexed look.

"Umm I pass." You blurted out.

"You can't do that Y/N."

"But this is not fair!" you whined.

"Oh come on I thought you said you were immune to my charms or you will not be able to control yourself when all alone with me?" Tom challenged you. You don't know from where this sudden burst of confidence came into you or maybe the alcohol in your system made you accept his challenge.

"You know what Holland I will do. Let's go." You stood up and pulled him by his hand to the store room.

"Oooh I like when girls take control." Tom chuckled following you to the store room.

"Okay 7 Minutes guys we will come back." Jessie locked the door and went away.

You exhaled deeply leaning your back on to an old shelf and took out your phone and scrolled through your Instagram. The room was dimly lit but you were able to see each other clearly. Tom was slouching against an old cupboard facing you. You looked around the room and noticed the room needed cleaning.

" I never got to know about your sex life." Tom broke the silence.

"And you don't have to know"

"Hey nobody's judging you, it's okay to be a virgin."

"What! No I'm not."

"For real?? He asked in disbelief.

"So you are not at all a sweet, innocent nerd after all huh. So how was your first time?"

"I'm not telling you anything, Tom"

"Oh c'mon it's just me and we have seven minutes to waste plus you know everything about me so I should also get to know."

"I never asked you to say anything about your sex life you voluntarily made me aware of it." you snickered.

"Still I really want to know your secret behind your immense control over your sex drive do you even get horny?''

"Why is everytime you open your mouth it's only about sex?"

"You tell me I'll stop." he shrugged.

"Okay…it's-it's nothing of a great story. It was in high school he was my first boyfriend and to be honest it was really bad. I didn't even get to orgasm. That dumbass didn't even know where the clitoris was." You chuckled.

"That's a kind of bummer." He tsked pushing against the cupboard and stepped closer to you.

"Then after that I had two more boyfriends. It was quite an average experience, nothing earth shattering."

"So your love life was quite disappointing." He moved a little more closer, placing his hands on the shelf above your head leaning over you.

"Men have always disappointed me. That's why I find my solace in books because they will never disappoint you.'' you half shrugged gazing into his eyes for the second time in the night.

"Maybe you haven't met the right man yet, love." His hands slid down the shelf, stopping beside your hips. His voice low as he placed a hand on your cheek. Your breath hitched. His hot breath fanning your face. His gaze lowered to your mouth. You had an urge to push away, but couldn’t. Your body felt limp. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to yours. You were surprised to find your own lips parted. Your breaths mingled. Your heart fluttered inside your chest. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircled you and he kissed you. You know you're gonna regret this tomorrow once the alcohol wears off but the drunk you always believed you only live once.

And this. This felt true. This felt good. This felt right.

His lips felt so gentle so warm, your hands began to slide up his chest and encircle his neck, as the kiss began to grow heavy. Tom's hand slid off your face and tightened around your waist. You continued kissing him hungrily wanting more. You felt being pushed against the shelf, Tom’s body pressing against yours. The kiss goes on, your lips moving in perfect sync and the kiss becoming more passionate by the second.

There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. He shuddered and there was a sound from the back of his throat, half growl, half moan. Little shivers of pleasure and panic shot through you. You stopped thinking. You pushed off the shelf, sealing the tiny space between you, pressing against him, digging your fingers into his hair. It was soft, silky. Nothing else about him felt that way. You were sparked alive, your heart swelled to the point of near bursting. The rush of sensations crawling across your body was maddening. Scary. Thrilling.

"Time's up! Oh well, well what do we have here?" Jessie barged in. You pushed Tom away startled. Your head was reeling, eyes blown wide as your cheeks started heating up.

"Tom, finally you checked off your wishlist." She smirked.

You glanced at him a smug grin prominent on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.You ran to your room pushing everyone aside as you heard rolls of laughter and giggles behind. You slammed your door shut and collapsed on the floor cursing yourself for being such an idiot. How could you forget that he is Tom fucking Holland? The literal playboy. You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration freaking out about what is to come your way tomorrow at college.

*******

The next day suddenly all the spotlight was on you. The news of last night's incident was everywhere as you woke up to hundreds of notifications on your phone with pictures of you and him all cozy. And this is what you were dreading the most. You could feel everyone's gaze upon you as you walked past the hallway to your class. You clutched onto your books tightly to your chest trying to ignore everyone.

"Did you guys finally do it?" Susie asks excitedly.

“Susie for the love of god can you please stop? My head hurts!” you groaned holding your head.

"Unfortunately no, she hadn't had the pleasure yet.'' Tom dropped in your conversation. You scoffed rolling your eyes.

"Okay girls it's our boy Josh's birthday we are having a party tonight at the frat house and you are invited ." Harrison announced.

“Yeah sure” Susie agreed instantly.

"I'm not coming.'' you bluntly rejected still holding on to your head.

“Darling are you alright?” Tom enquired placing a hand comfortingly on the small of your back. You sized him and turned to Harrison completely ignoring him.

“Listen Harrison I really appreciate that you invited me to the party but regular partying, it’s not my cup of tea. I really need to take a rest for today.”

“She means that she will be coming, don't worry we will be there by 7.” Susie stated.

"Sometimes I really hate you." You scowled. After the classes ended you paced out of the classroom in a hurry deliberately trying to avoid Tom.

"Hey Y/N!"

You heard Tom calling and increased your pace. He jogged to catch up with you and blocked your path.

"What's up with you today? You even left for the class early"

"Tom please let me go." you begged avoiding his gaze.

"Not unless you tell me what is the matter?"

"The last thing I want right now is to be seen with you." you said irritated.

"Is it about last night?”

“Y/N it was just a kiss and we were both so drunk to think straight, there's nothing to be so fussy about it."

"Yes there is! Because you are you, a flirt, playboy it never was a big deal to you but I'm not you. I don't want to be known as your another conquest." Saying that you walked away. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

For Tom it may have been a lame drunken kiss but it meant a lot to you. It made you realize that you had fallen in love with the boy who you despised the most. Have you ever hated him in the first place or all that hatred was just to mask your true feelings for him. Tom had slowly infiltrated your heart and yesterday's kiss was the last blow that sent down your walls crumbling into pieces. Whatever he may be but with you he is a different person. He has always been there for you no matter what and actually cares for you. And you had fallen in love with this Tom. A warmth spreads through your chest as you say that out loud in your mind.

Susie as usual dragged you to the party in spite of your thousand objections. You were standing near the drinks counter alone looking around sipping on to your drink as Josh came up to you.

"Hey"

"Hey, Happy Birthday Josh" you wished him.

“Thank you.”

"So you finally gave in to his charms too. That fucking bastard really gets what he wants ."

"What do you mean by he gets what he wants?" you frowned.

"Uh I thought you knew nevermind." Josh stutters and turns to leave.

"No Josh please tell me, if it's about me I need to know." You stopped him by holding on to his arm.

"Okay you didn't hear this from me." he whispered cautiously.

"You remember the freshers party two years ago where you literally said no to his face."

"Uh huh" you nodded.

"After you left we were all sort of teasing him for that and he felt a little humiliated so he placed a bet that before we all graduate he'll have you. And he kind of marked you as his, so no other boys dared to go near you."

You were feeling suffocated, a lump forming in your throat you couldn't come into terms with the fact that whatever Isabelle told you turned out to be actually true.

"Umm excuse me for a moment I think I just need some fresh air." You rushed out of the house to the lawn outside. Tom noticed you running away. A concern took over his face he excused himself and went after you. It was cold outside as you crossed your arms around your body, tears spilling out your eyes. You were angry, confused. A feeling of betrayal haunted you. Why this had to happen now when you had finally decided to acknowledge your feelings to him. You wanted to admit to him that you were in love with him. Though you did not expect him to say it back, you just wanted to lift the weight off your chest. But now you feel deceived, being manipulated deliberately to make you feel this way. You gave him your heart which he toyed around to his liking.

"Hey Y/N what happened?" Tom asked from behind. You didn't reply.

"Hey c'mon what's the matter?" He nudged your shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" You growled.

"Whoa! what happened to you now?" he retracted his hand.

"What else did you bet?" you gritted your teeth.

"What? What bet?" he asked confused but soon realization dawned upon him as the color faded out from his face.

"Who told you about that?" his jaw clenched.

"Answer my question Tom!" you were agitated.

"Listen Y/N that was two years ago you just went away saying no to me on my face, no girl did that to me ever I felt humiliated so out of aggression I said that."

"So that is why you chose to share an apartment with me? Isn't it?"

"No it isn't like what you are thinking. I can explain."

"By feeding me more of your lies?"

"See Y/N initially that was the plan and I'm sorry for being such a jerk but after we got to know each other I realized I was so wrong. I guarantee you the friendship we have is genuine there is no deceit in that."

"I really don't know what to believe and what not to, everything seems a lie to me now at this moment. I trusted you with every little thing about me and all this time you just pretended to care about me . You betrayed me Tom."

"Seriously Y/N I betrayed you?! I?! How could you even say that? If I had to have sex with you I would have done that a long time ago."

"You should be grateful at least for me guys are approaching you because you know very well that you are…." He stopped mid sentence.

"C'mon! go on! Why did you stop?! That I'm boring! a nerd! Tom that is who I'm and nothing is going to change that. I really thought that you understood me but I was fooled by all your lies. You just saw me as a fucking commodity just like the other girls you fuck everyday" You sniffled.

"Y/N you know very well that I don't see you like that, you are and will always be a good friend of mine." Tom tried his best to make you understand. But you were in no mood to listen to him anymore your eyes were puffy red from crying you sniffled.

"You know what, I don't think I can take this anymore. I'm ending our pact. I'm not going to ask you to move out because it's the last semester and I don't want to end up with some bitter memories. It's up to you if you wanna stay or leave. We will stay under the same roof but as complete strangers. You, your way and me my way." Saying that you left.

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