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Dog Days are Over

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom hires you as a dog walker but ends up wanting more

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“Coming.” Tom called when he heard his doorbell ring. He wasn’t expecting anyone, so he made no effort to look presentable before opening the door. Once unlocked his front door, he found you standing outside. You smiled awkwardly and gave a stiff wave. He quickly fixed his hair when he realized his surprise visitor was a girl and leaned against his doorframe in an attempt to look cool.

“Hi. Tom?” You asked him.

“Hi, yeah, that’s me. And you are?”

“Y/n. Your brother hired me to help you out. He said you were in desperate need of my service.” You explained. Tom shut his eyes in embarrassment and felt himself turn bright red.

“My brother? Oh my God. Look, you’re very pretty and I’m sure you’re very good at your job-“

“Slow down. I’m a dog sitter.” You clarified. “And walker. And some might even say whisperer.”

“Oh.” He smiled in surprise. “A dog sitter? Right. I knew that.”

“You thought I was a sex worker, didn’t you?” You said with a raise of your eyebrow.

“I did.” He admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. They make a lot of money. If I had any of those skills, I’d be doing that instead. But alas, my talent lies with getting dogs to be obedient.”

“This was the strangest start to a conversation I’ve ever had.” Tom said, mostly to himself.

“You know what? Me too.” You laughed, making him relax and laugh as well.

“Why don’t I show you my dog and then we can discuss what I might need you for?” Tom offered and stepped to the side. You smiled shyly at him and walked into his house with him following behind you. You took a moment to look around his space to get to know him a little. He had photos of his family and his dog all around, as well as memorabilia from past films he was in as well. He disappeared into the other room for a second before returning with Tessa in his arms.

“So this is the woman in my life. Tessa. The only woman in my life.” He emphasized, making you look at him sympathetically.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. When did your mom pass?” You asked him as you pet Tessa.

“Oh, no. She’s fine. She sent me a recipe for cornbread this morning. I just meant I have no romantic prospects.” Tom quickly corrected.

“Oh. Okay.” You laughed awkwardly and looked to the side.

“Sorry. I feel like I’m talking so much. And that all the things I’m saying are insane and embarrassing. Are you also feeling like that?” He asked you through a nervous laugh.

“I’m not feeling anything except this coat. What shampoo do you use on her?” You asked in baby voice as you put your nose against Tessa and scratched her ears. She immediately warmed up to you in a way Tom had never seen her do before with a stranger. He smiled and looked at you fondly before realizing he actually had to answer your question.

“Oh, uh. Rain, mostly. Sometimes dish soap if she bumps into me while I’m washing dishes.” Tom answered honestly, making you crack a smile and look up at him. He smiled in relief when you found his word vomit funny.

“You hand wash your dishes? In this big ass house?” You laughed and looked around.

“I do. Is that weird? I feel like it keeps me humble. Like, if I ever started using my dishwasher, I’d become James Franco overnight.”

“I like that.” You chuckled. “I just figured you’d have someone to do that for you. You know, since you’re Spiderman and all.”

“I’m not one of those celebrities. I don’t pay people to wipe my butt and stuff. I’m just a regular guy.”

“Wow. That’s definitely the first time I’ve heard a “I’m not like other celebrities” speech.” You said sarcastically but playfully.

“Oh yeah? What are you, some kind of celebrity dog walker?” Tom humored you and put Tessa down. She immediately nuzzled up to your leg and laid down on your foot.

“You could say that.” You smiled coyly and bent down to pet Tessa.

“Oh. I was trying to tease you but I guess that’s exactly what your job is.” He laughed and bent down as well to be eye level with you.

“Yep. That’s how your brother found me. I was walking one of Ariana Grande’s thousand dogs and it bit Harry on the ankle out side of a Panera.”

“Oh shit. Tolouse?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?” You smiled in surprise.

“That’s the only one I know.” He sheepishly admitted.

“Honestly, me too. I just call “Toulouse” and make kissy sounds and they all come running. All 500 of them.”

“Kissy sounds?” He laughed in confusion.

“You know.” You smiled shyly and made kissing sounds to show Tom what you meant.

“Oh. I like that. See, this is how I call Tess.” He said and stood up. He then bent his knees a little and patted his thighs. Tessa stopped cuddling you to run to him.

“Ah, yes. The old crouch and pat. You know your stuff.” You smiled and stood up straight.

“I’m glad you approve.” He said as he blushed at the compliment, even if it was stupid.

“I do. I respond to the same call actually.” You joked.

“Good to know.” Tom laughed. You looked at each other for a minute and a silence filled the room for a little too long. It was surprisingly not awkward, just noticeable. Tom felt unusually comfortable with you and liked that Tessa did too.

“So what kind of services do you think you might need?” You asked to break the silence.

“Well, I travel a lot for work. So I need someone to look after her while I’m away. She’s a really good dog, though. She does all her business on walks which I try to do twice a day and she never bites or growls. Except at my brother. But he usually growls first.”

“She sounds great.” You laughed and gave Tessas chin a scratch.

“She is. She’s kinda my best friend.”

“That’s sweet. Have you had her a long time?”

“Since I was 16, yeah.” Tom told you.

“Aw.” You pouted. “She grew up with you.”

“Yeah. She did. Though neither of us got much bigger than we were when we first met.” Tom tried to joke.

“You’re the same size you were at 16?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Height wise, unfortunately yes. But fortunately I grew in other places since being 16, if you know what I mean.” Tom replied, immediately regretting it. You raised both eyebrows at him this time and looked at Tessa to see if she heard that too.

“Oh. Cool.” You laughed awkwardly.

“I wish I didn’t say that.” He admitted.

“I wish that too.” You nodded before an awkward silence fell. you stared at each other for a moment before Tom changed the subject.

“Let me show you around.” He offered and put his hand on your back to lead you around the house. He brought you into all the rooms and ended the tour in his pantry.

“And this is where I keep her treats and food. And her heart worm medication but that’s just a once a month pill.”

“Oh, sick. I’ve eaten a few of these. They look exactly like my gummy vitamins.” You nodded and tapped the box of medication.

“Do they work?” He genuinely wondered.

“Well, I’ve never had heart worm.” You shrugged.

“Wow. At least now I know they really work.”

“So is it just you that lives here?” You wondered and looked around again.

“My best friend Harrison lives here too. And my brothers occasionally stay over.”

“These guys?” You asked and pointed to a nearby framed picture.

“Yeah. That’s my family.” He smiled proudly.

“Woah. That’s a lot of boys. Bless your moms heart.” You chuckled and touched the picture.

“Yeah. She’s a saint for putting up with all of us. We did not make it easy.”

“You’re definitely the cutest.” You said without taking your eyes off the picture.

“Oh. Why, thank you.” Tom smiled in surprise and touched his cheek to his shoulder.

“I was talking to Tessa.”

“Oh.” His smile fell.

“I’m just teasing. I was talking about you.” You patted his shoulder before moving past him. Tom chuckled a little and touched his shoulder where your hand had been before going after you.

“So does anyone else occasionally stay over?” You asked, wanting to circle back to the “no romantic prospects” conversation.

“No. No one.”

“Hm.” You nodded and turned your head away from him to smile at the answer. No one staying over confirmed no girlfriend.

“What about at your house?” He asked you, wondering the same things you were wondering.

“I live in a flat above a bakery. So other than the occasional rat, no. No overnight guests.” You told him, knowing exactly why he asked.

“Oh my. Those wouldn’t be the friendly rats that can cook, right?”

“Unfortunately not. They’re the unfriendly kind that run across your floor in the middle of the night and scare the absolute shit out of you.”

“I bet you wish you had an overnight guest then. To help you fend off the rats.” Tom joked as he moved closer to you.

“Oh, absolutely. Everyone knows trapping and releasing a rat is at the very least a two man job.” You humored him. He laughed and realized he felt comfortable with you as if he had known you for years instead of just a few minutes.

“I don’t know about you, but I think this pairing has been a success. Do you think you’ll take the job?”

“I could definitely add Miss Tessa to my roster.” You nodded, making Tom first pump subtly.

“Perfect. Let me get your information then.” He smiled and handed you his phone to get your number. You gladly accepted it and typed it in, adding a dog emoji next to your name so he remembered.

“When can you start?”

“How’s right now sound?”

“That’s perfect. I’ll come and show you my usually routes.” Tom said and brought you over to where he kept Tessa’s many leashes.

“So how long have you been walking dogs?” Tom asked once you were stroking down the sidewalk together with Tessa pulling you.

“Five years. I started doing it during college for extra cash and then dropped out of college because I realized no matter what I got my degree in or what job was offered to me, I’d rather be with the dogs.”

“So you’re an animal person I take it?” He chuckled at your explanation.

“Big time.” You nodded. “But not enough to be a vet or a zoologist. Dog walker was the perfect solution for me.”

“You seem really good at it.“ Tom tried to compliment you.

“It’s really not that hard.” You pointed out, making him shut his eyes in embarrassment.

“Yeah. It felt like a stupid compliment as soon as I said it.” He admitted. You laughed and squeezed his arm, making him relax and stop feeling embarrassed.

“It’s okay.” You laughed. “You tried. It’s the effort that matters the most with girls. Trust me.”

“Oh really? Not the execution?”

“That’s important too. But I guess for me personally, I just want to know you’re trying. I don’t care if it comes out weird.”

“That’s good to know. I always come out weird.” Tom replied, then instantly felt regret.

“I didn’t mean it like-“

“I figured.” You laughed again and looked at him.

“We need to change the subject. What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?”

“Hm, that’s a good question. Maybe the time that someone told me once that they always felt listened to when they talked to me. And that resonated more than anytime I’d ever been called pretty.” You answered him.

“Well you probably hear that one a lot. I’d imagine it loses meaning after a while.” He said, making you smile shyly at the subtle compliment.

“It depends on who says it.” You said and looked over your shoulder at him as Tessa tugged you forward.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful.” He said as stopped walking. You stopped walking as well and turned to look at him.

“Gross.” You said, taking him by surprise.

“What?”

“Sorry. That just came out. I don’t react to compliments well.” You said and slapped your hand over your mouth.

“Oh. It’s okay.” He laughed and started walking again. You fell into a stride beside him again and relaxed when he didn’t find your reaction to the compliment too weird.

“What I meant to say was thank you.” You told him.

“Maybe I’ll be able to give you a better one once I get to know you a little better.” He replied, making you smile.

“It’s nice to have goals.” You said coyly.

“It definitely is.” He chuckled and never took his eyes off you.

“Tess, I think I may be in love.” Tom announced once you had gone back home. Tessa didn’t look up from her very busy and engaging task of licking her foot.

“I know I just met her. But come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel the chemistry.” Tom continued while Tessa kept licking her foot.

“Why are you getting so defensive? I didn’t say you had to call her mommy.“ Tom scoffed. Tessa stood up and tilted her head to the side.

“But I might.” He added with a cheeky smile. Tessa sighed and laid down on the floor.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. That was a bad joke.” He agreed while Tessa rolled over and laid on her side.

“Look, darling, I know change is scary. It’s scary for me too. But it can’t be just us forever, princess. You’ve been the only woman in my life for too long now. It’s time to add someone else.” Tom said gently as he bent down to pet Tessa. Tessa licked his hand and he sighed.

“You’re right.” He agreed. “I don’t even know how she feels. But I swear, Tess, there was a spark. I felt it. And I think she did too.”

Tom pulled out his phone and started to write to you. Tessa let out a little whine and stamped her feet.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m texting her her work schedule. You’re getting walked every day from now on.” He told Tessa. Tessa shook out her body in response.

“I know you already get walked everyday. I was making a joke about how I’m gonna make her walk you everyday so I get to see her more. Keep up.” Tom said sarcastically. Tessa whined again and Tom felt bad for sassing her.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I won’t let her come between us.” Tom told her. Tessa laid down on the floor in response.

“What?” Tom laughed in surprise. “No. You have a dirty mind.”

Tom asked you to come over the next day for your first day or work. He spent the morning tidying up the house, then made it a little messy so you wouldn’t expect the house to be clean every time you came over. Finally, he heard the doorbell ring.

“Oh my God. It’s her. Be cool.” He warned Tessa as he smoothed his hair.

“Hi. I brought you muffins. I felt like I had to announce that immediately or else I’d be awkwardly holding this box and looking for an appropriate time to say I have muffins.” You said as soon as Tom opened the door. He smiled and felt himself relax when he realized you were just as nervous as he was.

“Aw, darling. You didn’t have to do that.” He said as he took the muffin box from you. You stepped inside and he helped you out of your coat. You felt your face heat up and he hands slid down your arms to take the coat off but didn’t see that he had a matching blush across his face.

“It was no trouble. I get them for free when the bakery messes up a batch.” You admitted.

“Oh, really? What’s wrong with these?” Tom laughed nervously and pulled out of the box.

“I didn’t ask.” You told him. You both stared at the muffin in his hand for a minute before caving.

“I’ll try it if you do.” He said.

“Okay. Deal.” You smiled and nodded your head. Tom took a bite and then handed the muffin to you. Instead of turning it around, you bit right where Tom’s mouth had just been. He took this as your first kiss and felt his face heat up.

“Not bad.” He shrugged after swallowing the muffin.

“Yeah. I guess we’ll never know.” You laughed and put the muffin back in the box.

“What bakery did you say these were from?”

“Destiny Bakery. I live in the apartment right above it.” You told him.

“I remember you mentioning that. I didn’t realize it was that bakery. I love that one. The couple that owns it has that cute little girl that’s always in the shop. Haley, I think.”

“Yep. Haley’s very sweet. I bring the dogs I walk by sometimes so she can pet them.”

“They seem like a cute family.”

“They are. They actually just had twins. They bring them around sometimes.”

“How long have you lived there?” He asked you.

“Ever since I loved to London five years ago.” You explained.

“Ah. So you’re not a native?” He smirked and folded his arms.

“Nope. But I’ve found my way around by walking all these dogs. I take it you are?”

“Southwest London.” He replied. “Born and raised.”

“That explains a lot.” You snorted.

“Oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean, darling?” He said playfully and pretended to look offended.

“Don’t worry about it.” You teased back. You looked at each other for a moment and Tom felt his heart aching in his chest. He had it bad, and he wanted more.

“So I thought I’d join you on your walk today.” He said as he picked up Tessa’s leash.

“Didn’t you do that yesterday?” You chuckled.

“Yes.” He realized. “But I wanted to come again. In case you got lost.”

“If you’re available to walk her, how come you asked me to come over?” You questioned him with playful smile.

“I’m leaving for work in two days. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with her before I left.” Tom quickly came up with something.

“I see.” You laughed. “Come on. Let’s not keep the lady waiting.”

You put Tessa’s collar on and walked out Tom’s front door with him right behind you. He showed you a different route he liked to take to make it seem like there was an actual reason for him to be on the dog walk other than him just wanting to spend time with you.

“So where are you traveling to?” You asked as Tessa pulled you along.

“Atlanta for some reshoots.”

“Ooo. Fancy.”

“Do you think you could look after Tessa while I’m away? It’ll only be for a week. Yeah could stay in my house if it’s easier.” Tom asked you.

“You trust me to stay in your house? We just met yesterday.” You reminded him with a surprised laugh.

“But you know my brother and you have a friendly face. So I don’t think you’ll rob me.” Tom said as he handed you an extra key to his house.

“What if I was planning on robbing you and you just gave me a key to your house and the exact time frame you’ll be away for?” You teased him as held up the key.

“I don’t think a robber would’ve brought me muffins.” He pointed out.

“Maybe not.” You laughed shyly and returned your attention to Tessa.

“So could you do it?”

“Sure. I can spend a week with this little princess in your huge mansion.”

“It’s not that big. But thank you. You’re the best. I’m so glad you almost ran over my brother.” Tom joked.

“Me too.” You laughed. You fell into a comfortable silence as you walked beside each other. Your hand accidentally brushed against Tom’s a few times, sending sparks through the both of you each time.

“Does all the traveling you have to do make it hard to do normal things?” You asked after a beat.

“I don’t know. Define normal things.”

“You know, like, date?” You said without looking at him.

“Believe it or not, that was hard for me before I was an actor.” Tom chuckled. “Having to travel a lot can’t really take all the responsibility for me not having a girlfriend. I was born with that problem.”

“Oh, okay. I honestly only asked that because I wanted to find out if you had a girlfriend but there’s no way to ask that question without it sounding like I was hitting on you.” You explained and still never looked up at him.

“Oh. So you weren’t hitting on me?” Tom pretended to be offended.

“Not in this particular moment, no. I was when I bit the same side of the muffin, though.” You replied. Tom stopped walking about he had thought the exact same thing. You stopped walking too and he realized he may be reading too far into things.

“That was a joke, right?” He asked you.

“Duh.” You laughed, making his hope crumble away.

“So if you’re not hitting on me, why’d you want to know if I have a girlfriend?” He asked as he started walking again.

“Because I can totally picture you forgetting to tell me you have a girlfriend and her coming over to find me in your house with your dog while you’re not there to explain that I’m just the dog sitter. And then she would break up with you because she thought you were cheating and you’d get framed as a dirty cheater in the media which doesn’t seem like an accurate character assessment at all and it would be all my fault.”

“Well I appreciate the concern for the possibility of that very specific scenario happening, but it’s impossible. No girlfriend will be walking in to find you.” Tom laughed at your genuine concern for a made up situation.

“Good.” You sighed. “And me saying “good” is me hitting on you, by the way.”

“I thought so.” He laughed at the joke but felt himself blush.

“I’m glad you caught that one because that’s about as subtle as I get.”

“You’re funny.” Tom laughed. “And pretty, as we’ve previously discussed. But that wasn’t a compliment because I know you don’t like that one. It was just an observation. And this was my long winded way of asking why you never thought about acting?“

“I don’t know. It just never appealed to me. I belong here. With my people.” You said and gestured to Tessa.

“You do belong.” He agreed. “I think she really likes you. She told me.”

“She better. I’m about to be her mommy of the week.” You said and bent down to pet her.

“I wish you were my mommy of the week.” Tom whispered as he watched you.

“What’d you say?” You asked as you stood up.

“Nothing.” He lied.

You circled the block and made it back to his house in under an hour, much to Tom’s dismay. But as he unlocked his front door, he realized your time together didn’t have to end.

“Do you want to come in?” Tom offered.

“Yeah. Sure.” You smiled shyly and followed him inside. He took Tessa’s leash off and she ran off, leaving you and Tom alone.

“I’ll put the kettle on. You can put on a movie, if you’d like.” He smiled softly at you as he went into the kitchen. You gulped and went into his living room and tried to look as normal as possible as you sat on his couch. He came into the living room with two mugs of tea and sat beside you. Your knees brushed and you both noticed but didn’t say a word about it. You pressed play on When Harry Met Sally, a movie that was safe enough to make him laugh but wouldn’t require you to sit through any uncomfortable sex scenes together. Tom smirked at your choice of movies and wondered if you were trying to send him a message.

“Are you cold?” He asked and held up a blanket. You nodded and he draped the blanket over the two of you. You took that at an opportunity to scoot a little closer to him so the blanket would fully cover the both of you. You exchanged a shy smile with each other before turning back to the movie. As the movie went on, you moved closer and closer to each other.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked him as one point. Tom gulped and kept his eyes on the screen so he didn’t look as excited to answer as he felt.

“Sure.”

“Do you do this with all your dog sitters?” You asked. Tom took a long sip of his tea before turning to you.

“Yes.” He said seriously. You laughed and nudged him a little as he set his tea back down.

“So since you asked me some personal questions, I need to know a few things about you.” He said and turned to you.

“Ask away.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked you.

“Really?” You laughed. “That’s your first question? You don’t want to know if I have a criminal record or anything?”

“I don’t care about that. It’s not as important.” Tom waved his hand, making you laugh again.

“No boyfriend.” You shrugged. “No criminal record either.”

“That’s good.” Tom nodded and turned back to the movie.

“Yeah. You should hope the person you have a key to your house to doesn’t have a criminal record.” You said teasingly.

“I meant the part about no boyfriend.” Tom replied without looking at you. Your jaw dropped a little but you said nothing and turned back to the movie as well. Tom snuck a glance at you and smiled to himself. You watched the rest of the movie and by the end of it, you were sitting right next to each other as you leaned into his side. He shut the TV once the movie ended just as you got a text.

“Shit. My shih tzu. I have to go walk my next client.” You sighed when you read the text.

“Oh. You have to go?” Tom asked with disappointment.

“Yeah.” You frowned. “I can’t be late. He’s a biter and very passive aggressive. The dog is kinda a bitch too.”

“How bitchy can a little dog be?” Tom chuckled and took the blanket off the two of you.

“You have no idea. You know when you’re on your period and you see a dog and it shoves its nose right into your snatch so everyone around you knows you’re on your period?”

“No.” Tom said after a long beat of silence.

“Oh, right.” You realized. “Well this dog points it out every month. Even though I’ve said nothing about the time I caught him eating a dirty tissue. And that freak knew it was used.”

“You’re right. He sounds like a bitch. I definitely don’t want to put you on his bad side. Here, I’ll walk you to the door.” Tom chuckled and got off the couch. He put his hand on your back and lead you to the door before opening it for you. You stepped outside but stood in the doorway to say goodbye to him.

“Goodnight.” Tom smiled softly as he leaned against his doorframe.

“It’s like 3 pm.” You said as you checked your phone.

“Oh, right. Good morrow, then? I don’t fucking know.”

“I like that. Good morrow, Tom.” You laughed. “Safe travels tomorrow, okay? Text me when you land.”

“I will.” He nodded. A comfortable silence settled between you as you stared into each others eyes. Tom took a chance and started to lean in, and you did the same. Before your lips could touch, Tom chickened out and stepped back.

“Well, bye!” Tom smiled and slammed the door in your face. He immediately cringed and covered his mouth with his hand. Tessa came into the room and sat and stared at Tom.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He groaned. “I can close. I just panicked, okay? She’s so pretty. What if she didn’t want to kiss me?”

Tessa laid down on the ground and rolled onto her side. Tom sighed and bent down to scratch her tummy.

“It doesn’t matter now. She’ll probably watch you this week and then get out of my life forever. There is no way I’m coming back from that.” Tom mumbled.

Two hours later, he came back from that. Your name came up on his phone and he immediately grabbed it to answer it. It was a tik tok video about a dog.

“Show this this to Tessa. It’s so her.” You had written. Tom smiled fondly at the text and let out a sigh.

“What can I say? She wants me.” He told Tessa smugly.

“She laughed. Thanks for sending it.” Tom texted you back.

“No prob. So what time should I come over tomorrow?”

“Is 10 good? I would like to see you before I leave.” He wrote back. His thumbs danced over the keyboard and he decided to add more so he didn’t sound so forward.

“To give you the run down on how the week will be.” He added. He stared at the text and decided to add even more.

“And to hit on you.”

You laughed when you read his text and decided to tease him further. You only hoped he’d get the reference.

“I’ll be there. Goodnight!!” You wrote back. He laughed at you making fun of him and felt better about not kissing you.

“It’s 5 pm.” He replied.

“I know. goodnight :)”

Tom smiled and held his phone to his chest. He liked the way things were going and couldn’t help but wish he wasn’t leaving for a week. He was getting somewhere with you and worried that leaving would stop the momentum.

“Good morning. I don’t have muffins.” You said as soon as Tom opened the door the next day.

“Good morning.” He laughed. “That’s okay. I made you some tea.”

“Oh, thanks.” You smiled shyly and accepted the mug. Tessa ran up to greet you and you knelt down to pet her.

“So she already ate and went out. She’ll probably want a walk around noon.” Tom told you.

“I can do that. I mean, I will do that. That’s my job.” You laughed nervously and glanced at the doorway. You couldn’t help but think of the missed kiss and found yourself feeling awkward around Tom.

“I should be home on Sunday morning. Think you’ll be all right here?” He asked and put a hand on your arm. You looked at his hand and let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah. I think I’ll find your giant home very comfortable. Even if it’s ten times the size of my apartment.” You replied sarcastically to cover up how flustered you felt.

“Good. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me. You’re never a bother.” Tom assured you.

“Thanks. I will.” You smiled in return. You heard a car horn outside and Tom smiled sadly. He bent down to pet Tessa and give her a kiss goodbye.

“That’s my ride. I guess I’ll leave you guys to it.” He said and picked up his bag.

“Goodbye, Tom. I’ll see you in a week?” You said as you walked him to the door. He turned to face you in the doorway and felt the moment coming back.

“Bye.” He smiled softly. You found yourselves leaning in again but before your lips could touch, the driver honked his horn again. You jumped apart and Tom gave you an apologetic smile.

“Next time?” He asked you.

“Next time.” You agreed before slamming the door in his face to get back at him for the day before.

In the week Tom was gone, you had an ongoing conversation over text. You FaceTimed him often to let him see Tessa whenever he had breaks. Then, he started FaceTiming you even when Tessa was asleep for the night. To Tom’s surprise, you grew closer with him away. Your conversations went from being about Tessa to getting to know each other and by Saturday night, he couldn’t wait to get home to see you. He took the earliest flight Sunday morning just to see you sooner. When he opened his front door, he was disappointed when neither you or Tessa came to greet him.

“Well? Isn’t my girl gonna give me a kiss?” Tom called out. You heard this and felt your heart skip a beat. If he was going to be bold, you decided you could be too. You ran into the foyer where he was just as he was dropping his bag to the floor. You made eye contact and before he knew what was happening, you threw your arms around him and kissed him. The surprised look on his face when you pulled away made you realize you had completely misinterpreted the situation.

“You meant the dog, didn’t you?” You said as your arms slowly slid away from his neck.

“Yeah, I did.” He admitted. You gulped and stepped away from him and prayed the floor would just swallow you up so you didn’t have to live in this moment. To your surprise, Tom slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you back towards him.

“But I mean…” He trailed off and leaned in to kiss you again.

I’m dedicating this one to my dog! I miss and love you forever my sweet boy. Give your pets some love for me ❤️

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pixelatedraindrops · 7 months

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So I played through an Ace Attorney x Rain Code Fanmade Crossover Project:

And OH MY GOD?? Yuma’s model is so cute look at him aaaaaaa 🥰

I was not over him every time he appeared on screen.

HE IS SO PRECIOUS LOOK AT THAT SMILE

its somehow better than his rain code model ngl

But what the heck is this tom holland spider-man energy coming out of him here? 😂 WHAT IS THIS DIALOGUE??

and why does it fit

“I don’t feel so good, Mr. Wright…”

Fuuuuuck

Source

(download link to game is in the video’s description, please send the devs support)

#master detective archives: rain code #ace attorney #crossover #fan production #fangame #rain code #yuma kokohead #pheonix wright #THIS FAN PROJECT IS REALLY GOOD #Definitely gives Case 0 a different perspective #also shinigami doesn’t seem to exist here #REGARDLESS THIS MODEL IS PRECIOUS #HIS LITTLE SMILE #and the face he has when he’s troubled is very nice too #fr though marvel spiderman would totally fit yuma’s meek amnesiac personality #continuing to call Nick 'Mr.' is so oddly on brand for him #he is SUCH a cutie pie I cannot handle it #this was my first time playing ace attorney #I can see the appeal of it this was really fun

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spideyzgirl · 2 years

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↳ *perfect storm ⛈* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ how ironic is it that a thunderstorm is what brings you and tom together after an argument, when you have a colossal fear of them?

warnings ↠ cursing, anxiety attack, thunderstorms ig?

pairing ↠ tom holland x reader

wc ↠ 831

taglist | masterlist

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“i don’t understand tom. how hard could it have been to tell her ‘i have a girlfriend, back off.’ you just let her drool all over you.” you stormed into your shared house with tom.

“jesus fucking christ. are you seriously going to go on about this all night? it’s not that serious y/n, everyone knows we’re dating each other!” he huffed, following you closely.

“yeah,” you laughed bitterly. “she obviously didn’t. and you just didn’t care. i bet given the chance, you probably would’ve went home with her.” you kicked you heels off and made your way to your bedroom.

you could hear the rain pouring down outside, beating against the window. you slightly jumped each time the loud cracks of the thunder went off.

“wow, y/n.” he put his hands on his hips. “i’m sorry. i am so sorry that you’re so fucking insecure that you think i’d go fuck someone who isn’t you.”

you ignored him and walked faster, but he caught up to you. “don’t walk away from me when i’m talking to you.” he grabbed your arm, but you quickly broke out of his grasp and pushed him away.

“shut up tom. i can’t stand your voice right now.” you walked to the closet, grabbing a blanket and some pillows.

“where are you going?” he frowned.

“you’re going to sleep on the couch. goodnight.” you held them out to him, and he hesitantly took them from you without a word, and made his way slowly out of the room to the couch.

tom pissed you off so bad that you went to bed early. you changed out of your dress into cozier clothes and climbed into bed.

you groaned when you realized you left the lights on. usually tom would be the one to turn them off for you if you forgot, but that obviously wouldn’t be happening.

you sluggishly moved from your comfortable spot in the bed to turn out the light, but the sudden crack of thunder echoed through the house, making you jump and squeal. at the same time, the lights went out and that’s when you panicked.

you had a pretty common fear of the dark, and an even worse fear of thunderstorms. imagine that. tom knew this about you, so he opted on buying a night-light for you. as for the thunderstorms, you always found comfort in him holding you while they went on.

you knew neither of those would be there for you tonight, and the longer you let yourself linger on the thought, the harder your heart pounded in your chest. you tried to regulate your breathing, but the tightness in your chest was becoming unbearable. you curled yourself into a ball under your blanket, much like a child would.

you tried to imagine tom right by your side, coaxing you out of your panic, but it wasn’t like the real thing. you needed him right now, and you fully regretted sending him away tonight, even though he deserved it in your eyes.

it was almost as if the gods sensed your desperate need for tom; he came stumbling into the room, making his way directly to you.

“oh darling,” he whispered as he saw how badly you were trembling under the blanket. “i know i’m not your favorite person at the moment, but i just can’t leave you alone right now.”

he climbed into the bed beside you and held you close to his chest, engulfing you in his body warmth. you wanted to protest, tell him to get off of you or something. but you need him so bad you can’t resist melting into his arms, clinging to him for dear life.

you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, muffled sniffs coming from you as you let a few tears trickle down his neck. he rubbed your back soothingly and pressed kisses to your head, trying his best to calm you down.

your heart beat banging in your ears was replaced with toms. it was more calming and pleasant than yours of course. you could feel yourself relaxing to the soft beat of his heart, it was enough to lull you to sleep.

your body finally stopped shaking, and relief washed over you as your breathing went to normal again. it was almost like none of it ever happened.

“tom, i’m sorry…” you mumbled. you weren’t usually the one to apologize first after an argument, but it felt necessary at the moment.

“you don’t have to apologize love. i should though. i was a jerk tonight, and i shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

you kissed his jaw in response since you were too sleepy to talk. you snuggled closer to him, and you could feel the drowsiness washing over you.

“guess i should go back to the couch then, huh?” he teased. you only held him tighter and frowned.

“stay.”

he chuckled and pressed a loving kiss to your head. “always.”

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we love a cringey ending

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nightlytom · 1 year

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in a universe where tom holland is obsessed with you and will do anything for you. anything.

warnings: angst, dark contend, mentions of puking, drugs

navigation. masterlist

shit, shit, shit, where was it? you went through all

different suitcases of you, trying to find your second phone. looking at the other side of the wooden designed room, you make sure, the door is still closed. you boyfriend- scratch that, the psychopath, who you where in a relationship, thought it was a great idea, to bring you to his parents holiday house. at first you thought how sweet and everything was perfect, still you found a hidden box in the closet- you thought there would be old baby pictures of him. you were so wrong, like never in your life. there were pictures of you. private items. items from your childhood. even a whole analysis about your life. before your first boyfriend. even pictures of him, where inside the box.

“darling? why you looked the door?” tom the psychopath asked. sweat was running down your forehead like rain down to your spine and eventually you found it. your second phone. turning on your phone, you wait for a service to appear on the screen. no luck.

“you found it, don’t you?” he screamed behind the door. your head snapping to the direction of his voice.

how could you be so blind about someone? “i knew it. the place isn’t the brightest hiding place. but that doesn’t matter anymore. because you are with me, my love. i have you. not some other jerk.” you looked through the room. no way, there was no service here. you wandered through the room. hands going up and down with your phone in your hand.

“you are sick, you know that right?” you shoot back at him. tom just laughed. “Crazy for you, my love.”

“i want to break up, tom. do you hear me? i want this madness to stop.” he was bangging at the door. door shaking.

“what madness? i gave you my love, yn. you where on the ground suffering. i comforted you. i cried with you. laughed with you. not that jerk of an ex. he left you. i would never leave you.” there it was. the big shelf on the right top corner had service. good service. that was enough for you. you opened the app instagram and hit the live button. you needed to record that. someone would take a screen recording and that was enough for you. you wanted everyone to know that you weren’t crazy anymore. not by choice. someone manipulated you.

many people joined your live. tipping comments which you turned off. you pinned your comment, so everyone would now.

“for my own defence.” putting the phone back- hiding it behind something that tom would not see in the first place. settings on mute that no one could interrupt the live and only evidence that you had. angling it to the middle of the room you put the chair to its place and focused on tom‘s voice.

“but you knew, what you were doing, tom. you stalked me. you took pictures of my loved ones on private occasions. here are even my childhood things..” looking through the stuff again, tom going crazy behind the door. banging and kicking it, so it would break down. and if you would be honest, he was successful in getting through the door.

“oh my god..” you whispered, hand going slowly up to cover your mouth from the different emotion you had.

an diary entry. from the night of your birthday a couple of months back. with the fucking picture of you, lying half naked in a bed with a stranger. it was him. it was him all along. he was the fucking stranger beside you in bed.

“i cheated on my ex, with you?” you shouted at him and the door opened, him entering the room. “you never cheated on him.” he said as it was the most mundane thing in the world.

“what? what do you mean? what happened the night of my birthday?” you asked him. he smirked. wetting his tongue with his lips before he spoke.

“i went to your party. spiked you secretly and took you to that hotel room. i took a little bit dress of you and we lied next to each other. beautiful memories.”

“you took advantage of me? are you joking? why the fuck are you smiling, you fucking paychopath?!”

“i would never do something without your agreement. we just lied next to eachother. no big deal, love. look where we are now. happy in our home. just us, baby.” you gagged. the food from earlier ready do leave your stomach. tears in your eyes. starting to cry.

“no need to cry, my beautiful angel. everything will be okay.” with his hands garbby he took a few steps ahead. you stop him. you puked on the floor.

this could not be real.

a hand on your stomach the other holding the hairs on one side. “is everything okay, angel? are you getting sick?” his mood switched fast from evil to caring. it was insane.

„please, just leave me alone. i want to go home, tom.“

„yn, my beautiful girl. you know I can’t do that. I love you. you can’t leave me. i need you and you need me, baby. forever.“

#nightlytom #tom holland #tom holland angst #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fic #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland smau #peter parker

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xtom-darling-x17 · 2 years

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Falling In love

Pairing - Todd Hewitt x Reader

Summary - Todd accidentally confesses his feelings to you, while under the pouring rain!

Warnings - none, just fluff

A/N - I’ve watched Chaos walking, Todd Hewitt is so underrated! He is such a good character, I love him like the rest of Tom Holland characters.

Word count - 1K+

Your running through the Forrest with Todd and his dog, Manchee. A few hours later, it starts to rain. You take shelter under some cover that is held up by the wood of the trees.

You sit next to Todd looking his way, “I’ve never felt the rain before, it looks mesmerising!” You take out your hand to touch the spitting water.

“How come? Didn’t they have rain on the ship?” Todd jokes, lightening it up the mood.

“No, don’t be silly!” You playfully tap his shoulder, smiling from the apples of your cheeks, “It’s cold thou, didn’t think it would be this cold,”

You slightly shiver, curling yourself up more. Todd shifts over to you a bit closer, frowning all he wants to do is protect you! Even if it is as small as the cold from the rain.

Todd and the dog, Manchee do give you the most comfort that you have ever experience in life. Your so grateful that Todd is willing to help you get away from the bad people.

“Here, Darling,” Todd wraps a small, thin Material around you, the pet name slipping out as he comforts you.

You look up to see that it’s actually his t-shirt, he’s now shirtless making you blush. “Todd! You are going to freeze,” you gasped, showing that you do care towards him. You were kind of cold to him since you first met, potentially scared of him but that’s not your fault.

She cares, she cares, no noise! I’m Todd Hewitt, Todd Hewitt! Todd blinks at you coming out of his thoughts, “Don’t worry about me! I’m not cold, you were so I helped you,” he grins, his arms around his knees.

You hear his thoughts at she cares frowning at how inconsiderate you have been! “I do care, Todd,” you look at him, taking his hand, “I have always cared, the moment I met you!”

She cares for me like I care for her! And now She’s holding my hand, my hand, her hands are soft, it’s a blessing! You rub his hands, smiling at his sweet thoughts of you.

The way she rubs my hands is delightful, can’t get enough! You giggle at how innocent he truly is, you are innocent too! Only hearing some under wired tales!

Todd closes his eyes trying to relax at your touch, not in a million years did Todd think he would get this chance with a girl!

Pretty girl, Y/C/H, Pretty girl, Y/C/H, holding my hand into hers! You leaned over to him and did something you never thought you would do, but in that moment he looked so soft you just had to!

You stroked his forehead and hair with your finger tips, embracing the softness of him. Todd gulped as you touch him, loving the new exciting feeling.

Her touch, her touch so good! God, no noise, no noise! I’m Todd Hewitt, I’m getting touched by a girl. You giggled, at the last thought you heard from him.

“Don’t be quite, it’s ok!” You cup his cheek, looking into his eyes smiling “I love hearing your thoughts, they are interesting,”

Todd flickers his eyes to your lips slightly, leaning forward into you. He imagines your lips are on his, kissing you softly full of passion.

You see a picture that he imagining, “Oh, my,” you gasped as Todd comes back to his senses. You pull away, afraid but somewhere in your mind your crushing on Todd too!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t. I didn’t think it was in the moment!” Todd explained, putting his head down, “I’m gonna, I’m gonna go,” he starts to stand up but stops when he feels your hand on his arm.

“Todd, Stay,” You breath out, surprised at your actions that you have the courage to talk, “I want you to stay, it’s ok!”

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me, No noise, Im Todd Hewitt, Todd Hewitt. Your shaky hands from the cold rain cup his jaw line once again, looking deep into his eyes you press your soft lips to his.

Todd star struck as he feels your lips to his, his thoughts going crazy! Her lips, her lips, her lips over mine, so soft and sweet, she kissed me first. You pull away, your hands wrapped around Todd’s neck as you pull him closer to your body.

“Your body is warm,” you giggle out, “I need you closer, lover boy!” You kiss his cheek, Todd pulls himself closer. You stroke your hands into his hair as he’s too stunned to speak by you.

Warm, warm, so warm, hands, soft hands, feeling so good, lips against my cheek, she said closer, closer, closer with her! She called me lover boy, a pet name how cute. “Todd, baby you asleep?” You whisper, seeing him lean into snuggle you more. His eyes are all dreamy and closed as his thoughts continue for a bit.

“Mm, sort of,” Todd murmurs, “I like you, Y/N!” He has a dreamy smile on him as your arms are intertwine with each other’s.

“I gathered, I like you too but how do you know my name? I haven’t told you,” You questioned, curiously, “you can’t read my thoughts,”

You giggled at that sentence, you love hearing his thoughts thou! You should tell him your thoughts more starting tomorrow.

“I heard you tell Manchee, your name Darling,” Todd smirks, you giggle as he has good hearing too! You knew you shouldn’t of told his dog your name but oh well.

Todd has proven to you he deserves to hear your name, to like, love and hold you because without him you be properly not be safe!

“I guess I have to love your ears?” You joke, rubbing his ears, “Hey, that tickles,” Todd giggles, trying to escape your hands.

“I’ll show you what tickles, lover boy!” You grin diving into his stomach as you tickle his abs, Todd laughs way too much!

“Alright, alright stop!” Todd breaths out, he can’t even tickle you back because you got him into an awkward position.

Tickles, tickles, please stop, can I have kisses instead, her hands are soft, soft! No more tickles, love.. you eventually let him have his peace, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I’ll stop but c’mere,” you wink, pulling him into you, “I’m just gonna kiss you,” Todd smiles into the kisses.

You decide to get comfortable, laying into one another in your little shelter keeping you from the rain. You totally forgot about the pouring, rain as you are into each other’s eyes.

“Night, Darling,” Todd, whispers kisses you.

“Night, Lover boy,” You whisper back, kissing him back softly too.

Looking over to see Manchee asleep, it’s getting late. You and Todd drift to sleep, your peacefully into Todd’s strong, warm arms.

Cuddles, cuddles, too good! Her arms, arms so soft, encasing me, love that I can protect her!

His thoughts while falling asleep are too adorable, sending you into bliss. You cherish his voice and thoughts so much.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tomhollandfan #tom holland fandom #lovers #tom holland fluff #todd hewitt #raining #kisses #thoughts #choas walking #todd hewitt x reader

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mxssingmemories · 9 months

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Not a Girl.

Pairing: Tom Holland x teen trans male reader

Summary: Y/N is trans male, and after a fight with his mom, he goes straight to the person who knows him the best-Tom. They've been best friends for years, and Tom's happy to help his favorite person however he can.

Warnings: Transphobia, dyphoria, hurt/comfort, lots of love from Tom.

Word Count: 1,000 ish!

A/N: this is kind of a vent fic, and I'm sending love to everyone who's ever gone through this. So much love for y'all <3

The familiar feeling washed over you as you heard your mother talking to your grandmother. they were in the middle of an argument again-to you, it seemed like they'd been arguing every single day. Your grandmother was a very religious woman, and your mother just..couldn't accept the fact that you were trans. This was not news to you-your mother had supported you during your early transition, but her support had wavered and eventually almost died out.

You didn't mean to, but you ended up accidentally overhearing part of the conversation.

"Jesus, I mean you never fucking know with Y/N! She- I mean he- God, I don't even know what to call her anymore!"

At this comment, your eyes filled with tears. You chose to ignore the rest off the conversation, throwing on a jacket and tank top over your binder and putting your shoes on. You flung open your door, barely bothering to say bye to your mother.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." You said, walking out the door and slamming it behind you, starting up the car. It was cold for an Autumn day, so you turned the heater on full blast, locked the doors, and let yourself cry. All the thoughts about you not really being trans, not being good enough, wanting to be a "real man" came at you like a hurricane, overwhelming the hell out of you.

It wasn't fair. You were pretty sure of who you are, hell, you've been out for almost two years! Sure, you didn't really present all that masculine but you knew in your heart you weren't a girl. Every time you looked at your bare chest, you felt nothing for it-you didn't feel attached to them at all, and never once have you imagined yourself without a flat chest. You hated the way your voice sounded. You hated almost everything about yourself, especially the "feminine" traits your mom constantly said she saw in you. Normally you would confront your mom about this. Today, though, it was just too much-and for once, you let it be.

Through your tears, you let your brain run on memory to take you where you needed to go. You ended up at Tom's cozy cabin in the woods-the place where the two of you would hang out the most often. You were there so much he even had your own room, the "Tom Holland best friend special", in his words. It had started pouring rain in the time you got there, just getting out of the car had you soaked.

When Tom heard the frantic knock on the door, he opened it with a smile on his face. That smile quickly vanished when he saw his best friend soaked and with tears running down his face, he quickly ushered you inside.

"Hey, hey, easy there. Why don't we get you a pair of dry clothes, yeah?" He sat you down gently on the soft brown couch, Tessa immediately jumping up on you and letting you hold onto her for dear life. The minute Tom disappeared, your sobs got louder, Tessa's concerned eyes finding your face and licking it. You buried your face in her fur, waiting for your bestfriend to come back anxiously.

Tom emerged from the stairs about a minute later, clean clothes in hand.

"Where do you wanna change, bug?" he asked you, voice softer than usual.

"Here's fine.."

"Alright, I'm gonna go into the kitchen and make us some hot chocolate, okay? Call me when you're ready for me to come back in." he said, heading back into the kitchen.

You got changed as quickly as you could, hoping your body could just disappear. The sounds of mugs clinking and things being made distracted your mind a little bit, and soon enough you called Tom back in.

Mugs of hot chocolate in hand, Tom sat down beside you. Now that you were more comfortable, he decided it was time to start the conversation.

"What happened, lovie?" he asked, concern finding its way back into his eyes.

"Nothing," you mumbled, "I'm fine."

"Bullshit. I'm not an idiot, Y/N. You showed up here in tears and shaking like a leaf..what's wrong?" his tone went from angry to tender in a flash, and tears sprung to your eyes for what seemed like the fiftieth time today. You sighed, deciding to come clean.

"Me and mom got into a fight. Afterwards, I heard her saying some stuff about me being trans. It really hurts Tom. I know I can't expect everyone to be okay with it, but I really thought she was on my side. I just..can't keep doing this. It's fucking awful." you whimpered.

"Oh, lovie," Tom cooed, putting you on his chest to where you could hear his heartbeat.

You let the tears fall once again, more desperately. The smell of the fireplace burning and the sound of the rain on the big glass windows eventually pulled you back to reality. Staring outside into the forest, you let your mind quiet down for the first time in a while, feeling safe in your best friend's arms.

"You know I'll always support you, right? Whatever happens, I'm here. You have a room at the cabin for a reason, bug. You're the best man I know by far, and nothing can change that. You're even better than Sebastian and Chris," he teased, making you smile.

"That's not a hard mark to beat," you giggled, rolling your eyes when Tom ruffled your hair.

"Wanna go take a nap? I'm sure you're positively exhausted. I'll carry you upstairs, if that's easier."

"Yes please," you mumbled, allowing Tom to hold you in his arms to carry you up the stairs. Finally opening the door to your room, he sat you on the bed after pulling the covers back.

"Want the fairy lights on?" he asked, and at your nod, the room was dimly lit once again. The atmosphere was perfect-the rain outside, the room lit by only the lights, and the comfort that washed over you was the best thing you'd experience in a while. As Tom went to leave, you grabbed his arm.

"Stay?" you practically begged, your puppy dog eyes at work.

"Of course, Y/N. That's what best friends are for." he smiled, tucking you back into bed. You curled up next to him, Tessa snuggling up with you both.

"G'night, lovie." he mumbled, letting his eyes shut. You were both content in each other's arms as you two finally let sleep take you.

#tom holland x trans!reader #tom holland x best friend!reader #tom holland and reader #tom holland fluff #my writing #trans reader #hurt/comfort #tom holland

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mehphoobia · 2 years

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HIDE IN THE MOONLIGHT ~ Tom Holland | One Shot

Pairing:- Tom Holland! Greek God x Reader! Human

Summary:- It took a sacrifice to make you learn about the meaning of love. Your love hiding in the moonlight.

Warnings:- Smut, possessiveness, mentions of death/ suicide

Wc:- 1.2K

MASTERLIST

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It had been years since it had last rained. The green lands which once flourished with the wind and danced with the pretty droplets of water and changed colors with the changing shades of the sun in the sky.

Where children once played and ran with their kites soaring through the wind, there could only be heard cries of hunger. Mothers used to watch their little ones play happily were now bought down to see them cry with helplessness. You too had, lost your uncle to the drought and it took a big toll on your family.

"Please" you would cry yourself to sleep, praying to end the torment your people had to go through. No more.

So you took it up into your hands, to try and finally end all of it, even if it costs you your life.

Sneaking out of your house with a satchel and ran out to the fields. The soil started to crumble with how dry it was. It almost made you cry again but also made you determined. You took out the wine your mother prepared for your uncle's memorial day and a knife to offer your blood.

"Please let this curse end with my life. I have nothing more to offer so accept me." you begged within the circle you drew using the wine and now waiting to slit your wrist. Your eyes couldn't help but break down their walls for the tears to gush but minutes later it wasn't the tears anymore but blood, pooling on the ground.

You mocked at the how thirsty the ground was, how it soaked up your blood. With the last few minutes left in you, a thought of your mother came in your mind, your brother sitting in your room waiting for you to come, who would help your father in the fields? But at least they would have a chance to live at least. Its the least you could do.

As you stared at the empty sky, you felt it. A drop of water on your cheek as if someone was caressing your face. "Thank you" you wept with the remaining few breaths. With that you closed your eyes for the last time.

Or so you thought.

You woke up again. Much to your surprise. "Where am I?" you frowned in confusion while scanning the room. You weren't on the dried land anymore but a soft red satin covered bed.

"Nothing more to offer huh?" a shadow spoke from behind the curtains. He approached to you with light and graceful steps making you hypnotized. "Who are you?" he smirked upon your question.

"You can call me Tom" he answered with his soft voice. The light upon touching him showed his toned thighs and glistening abs with a slight bump near his crotch area.

You gulped at the sight, couldn't help it. He looked irresistible. "Why am I h-" he didn't let you finish as he climbed right next you and then moments later, on you, hovering.

Your breath hitched when his lips grazed your skin with his fingers trailing through your thighs. The two of you panting, you with a hunger to be touched and him with a hunger to touch you.

"Shh" his sensual but heavy voice calmed you down but ignited the fire in your lower body. Suddenly you could feel fingers intruding the warm and growingly wet spot. "So fresh, so tight, untouched by anyone before, all mine" he whispered scissoring his fingers within you.

"Ahh mmm-ore" you cried in pleasure and he very thankfully acknowledged accompanied with his mouth. He lapped his tongue on your center skillfully while driving his fingers in and out of you in a rhythmic manner.

You came like never before and he slurped all your juices and still devoured you like a hungry beast. He came to your face and kissed you for the first time. You almost felt embarrassed on tasting yourself on his lips but also a taste and aroma familiar.

Your mother's wine. Could it be?

"Its going to hurt. Stop me when it does" he panted unable to speak with his lust. "O-okay" you complied. You felt something rock hard and slimy tip on your center before he filled you. Never had you felt so full before.

He kept pumping in and out of you and sinful moans filled the room. He came inside you while your walls pulsing on his cock. The two of you came together and never did it feel so complete, so right.

"Y/N..sleep" was the last thing Tom said before you passed out.

Again.

Sounds of birds chirping and the warmth of the sun on your face woke you up. You laid on the same bed with same clothes, only cleaner.

"Is anyone there?" you asked in question. "Y/N?" a sweet but familiar voice answered. It was Tom.

"I'm right here, love" he said with passion and love in his eyes. He slowly caressed your cheek and shaped your hair up in a bun.

You were falling in love with the man before you, whom you hardly knew. Falling in love with the way he held you last night, making you blush with the memories.

"You sacrificed yourself, for your people?" he asked the question in anguish. "What if I was a little late, what if you were taken away by someone else? How would I live without you?" tears pooled in his eyes, he couldn't even think his life without you anymore.

"But we just met. You don't even know me" you answered unknowingly. Why would a man who never knew you care this much. What does it matter to him, why does it matter to you?

"Oh Dear, I have known you and met you your whole life. Like how you gave up some of your food to have your brother eat properly. When your uncle passed away, helping your dad on those barren fields, sitting under the shade and crying your pain away, love I have seen you all, helplessly unable to do anything." he answered.

He watched you grow into the beautiful woman you are today. Caring, loving, sacrificial, everything he wanted in a lover his queen. With each passing day, his love for you was just proven right. The more he looked at, the more he fell for.

Tears flowing down your face gave your pain away. "Where were you then, why did you let it happen? If you cared about me, then why would you let me die?"

"It was a curse, you land had befallen a curse and there was nothing I could do. The curse was lifted with the first drop of your blood and I got you here as soon as I could. Oh the long years I've waited to hold you in my arms." he spoke hugging you and absorbing all your pain away.

The two of you just sat there with each other, in each other's arms. Embraced. Hitched breaths filling up the room as he kissed you passionately. Your eyes locked when the kiss broke and looked at each other with nothing but love.

It took a sacrifice to make you learn about the meaning of love. Your love hiding in the moonlight.

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A/N:- Here it is. I really hope you liked it.

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🥰Crush On The Second Floor🥰

Part 7-20

Summary: You just recently moved to the second floor of an apartment complex. But too much to you're enjoyment Peter Parker...YOUR CRUSH lives in the same apartment complex but a few floors above you.

Extra:

Andrew Garfield Peter Parker in Tom Holland's Peter Parker's living condition. So apartment instead of an actual house.

Reader gender neutral

Heavily edited because the OG draft of this story was with Tom Holland's Peter but I strongly SIMP over Andrew Garfield so changes have been made😌

SONG IS MINE. YOU WON'T FIND IT ANYWHERE ELSE SO DON'T TRY TO LOOK FOR IT!😁

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It's been a week since you stayed over and Peter's. So no more detention! But anyway you and him had a great time that night and, it's been the only thing on you're mind. It's safe to say that this wasn't just a crush anymore. You'd fallen for him and you've fallen hard. So hard to the point you wrote a song about him. Something you've never done before, but you we're very proud of yourself. You just hoped to god; that Peter never sees it. Staring down and the piece of parchment, your face grows red. As you read and have the memories of just last Friday, the night you stayed with Peter.

~Flashback~

'His smiles like sunshine, sunshine'

You and Peter were laying in his bed, His head resting on your shoulder looking at your phone and you look at memes together. You just barely see his reflection on the same phone screen, but you could see him smiling and could hear his soft chuckles.

'But I know that he's not mine, not mine'

In that moment all you wanted to do was hold him. You wanted him to hold you. You wanted him to know how much you love him.

'Feel so bad I might cry'

You feared regection though. You remember how he looks at Gwen. And you feared, he wasn't yours and that he had feelings for her still, dispute the fact she showed no interest in him.

'I just love those brown eyes'

Just as you were getting lost in thought, Peter made you look into him eyes. God those eyes. You loved them. You felt at home, but more importantly you felt safe and loved.

'That take me back in time.'

Everytime you see his eyes. You go back to that moment. That moment in the rain.

'Dancing little rain drops, Feel like little kisses'

The rain hitting your skin. The look of love in his eyes.

'The kisses, I wish that you gave'

You desperately wish he had kissed you that night.

'The laughter I can't contain Sunshine, sunshine'

Then again you just loved that night regardless, especially with how much you both laughed.

'I just love those brown eyes

Improvise on our lines

Pretend I'm doing just fine

I'm not getting butterflies'

As you looked into Peter's eyes it's like the world around disappeared. You don't even remember half the things you said, you wish you had a script to remember it all. What you do remember is him asking if you were alright, witch you said you were fine. LIES! You were a hot bkushing mess.

'His smiles like sunshine, sunshine

Laughter like a pick-up line

Brown eyes so devine

That take me back in time'

Yeah so what you liked him for his looks? At least you loved him for his personality. You loved how sweet, smart and brave he was. How he'd do anything for the safety of others and most importantly how he was always there for you.

'Dancing little rain drops

Feel like little kisses

The kisses, I hope you give

Maybe getting butterflies'

You hope you're lucky enough, for that in the future he'll love you back.

'Stayin' up till sunrise

Picture you in my mind

God I wanna pause time

Staring at those brown eyes'

You and Peter stayed up in his room, until the sunrise. When the sunshine entered the window that when you both decided to sleep. You remember closing your eyes and feeling his arms wrapped around you and a gentle kiss on your forehead causing your heart to skip a beat.

'Record us in my mind

My love is on a high-rise

Glad we're on the same side

I know that he's mine

So glad I might cry'

You were to have this memory in you're mind forever. That was a promise you made to yourself. You'd never forget this. You'd never forget.

'I just love...'

You'd never forget just how.

'I just love...'

Just how much..

'I just love...you'

You'd fallen in love with this Spider-Dweeb. You just couldn't tell him..

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let the rain pour on you | (t.h) chapter one

☽✧ chapter one ✧☾

synopsis ➼ Rain, sun, fertility. Three little words; a coveted title.

The feud of pride and combativeness for the title of God has rotted the existence of Tom and his brother since they were children. Only one condition is imposed on them to obtain the title they desire. And when Tom’s eyes linger on you. He is convinced that you are the one who will bring him into the light. And he’s willing to do anything for it.

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warning ➼ SMUT (+18) MINOR PLEASE DON'T INTERACT

n/a ➼ hello everyone ! It's finally here! The first chapter of my new serie "let the rain pour on you". Don't forget English isn't my native language. I hope you will love reading this as much i loved writing it ! Thanks to the beautiful, the kindest person here, my sweet and lovely friend @justapurrcat, she proofread this chapter, she helped me with ideas, without her, this fic wouldn't be there.

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You’ve had this dream for whole nights. The same one, over and over again.

You were naked in this immense lake where only the nothingness resonated. The thick grey mist that surrounded you, letting anxiety hover, anticipation freezing your bones more than the water already did. Everything seemed heavy around you and although you could feel the ground beneath your feet, the atmosphere made you think that, at any moment, something, someone, would grab your ankle to draw you towards the abyss of water that was this dark lake. You were wrapped in the grey haze, blinded by the mist before the storm would break out.

And the second the lightning fell, when the flash of its light bursted, you were a spectator of your own torrid scene. You were watching yourself screaming with pleasure, at the edge of an orgasm. Your back leaning against a rock while this mysterious man pounded into you with ardor. Your legs were wrapped around your partner’s hips while your hands lacerated the skin of his back in an attempt to relieve the wave of ecstasy you felt, almost overstimulated. Your screams died in your own throat as your heart threatened to let go under the ferocity of his strokes. Under the powerful adrenaline you felt, your eyes were almost rolled back due to the desire that drove you. The rain was pouring on both your bodies, already sparkling with sweat.

The spectacle was not only passive, the fire of desire, the intoxicating sensations of that burning moment burned between your thighs like hell beneath your feet. Your throat was dry but your cunt was damp like an endless cloud of rain, ready to fall on a land of drought.

And every time, you would wake up sweating. This night was no exception to the rule. With a sense of frustration, you went through your nightstand drawer to pull out your vibrator. This feeling of fullness filled you again as the object buzzed against your clitoris, a happy sigh escaping from your lips. There was nothing like the feeling you’d had with that enigmatic lover during your dream. A partner more than excellent to the attention of the feminine pleasure. But the pressure on your pussy, along with the vibrations titillating your bundle of nerves brought some satisfaction. You again felt your walls contract intermittently, your humidity facilitating access to the object that would gradually bring you closer to the orgasm that your dreams refused you. Your head sank into the pillow with a small cry stifled by the intense feeling of pleasure that you repressed in spite of yourself. Your legs squeezed against the precious object to feel the most stimulation against your skin.

It was too much for Tom, sitting on his throne, his tight pants with his excitement, his eyes full of lust, burning with the flames of his desire for you. He bursted with rage, jealous and furious for not being able to touch the one he longed for. The one he had seen during an afternoon when his ruminations had again led him to the storm. That moment when his eyes had landed on your figure. You were everywhere in his thoughts since that day.

A lightning bolt bursted, roaring thunder not far from your room as a torrent of rain hit the windows of the room. You jumped to the noise, then moaned deeper. The gesture having stretched the vibrator to the right place. You first tried to shut up, placing one hand on your mouth, but your fingers instinctively slipped down on your throat and you applied a little pressure yourself. The God of Rain crossed his eyes, pushing his fingers into the armrest of his throne.

"By Odin," he whispered in his nonexistent beard.

Your fingers continued to squeeze your throat as you fired your toy into your pussy, deeper, faster still. Only the pressure on your neck prevented you from moaning loudly.

Tom was clenching his teeth, white knuckles tightening on his seat, constrained in his pants because of his obvious erection. You seemed so pure and vile at the same time. Oh you, mistress of his nights, dominatrix of his thoughts. You were the fiery demon who would sit on him at night and keep him awake, like a representation of Füssli’s painting, but you were divinely prettier. As he pressed his signet ring against his lips, clenching his teeth in front of this sight of lust for which he could not look away, his right hand detached the button from his pants by itself, sliding to the edge of his boxer.

He knew neither your name nor the sound of your voice, apart from the wonderful moans that came out of your mouth, he could only imagine the softness of your skin, its scent, the taste of your lips and more. He could only dream of the pressure of your fingers against his dick, replacing his own hand which was pumping to relieve the influx of blood in his hard limb full of desire for you.

The rumbling of his pleasure sounded almost as loud as the roaring thunder outside. The sounds you made were excitable, seeing you without touching you was a real torture. A loud moan escaped from your lips and he threw his head back, thinking that he was the reason for your sweet sound.

Tom followed your pace, his hand pumping his hard, red, venous dick as fast as the toy came in and out of your wet pussy. With light years separating you, your grunts echoed throughout the universe in perfect harmony. Your eyes began to roll back as your legs trembled with pleasure, your arousal at its peak.

Your orgasm hit you hard, like a feeling of being sucked into the abyss of a galaxy. And as your scream moved down your throat, the sound changed. At the barrier of your slightly parted lips, your pleasure materialized in a name.

“Oh, Freyr!”

The surprise sent a chill that went through all of Tom’s divine being, a shock wave that definitely upset him. His sperm gushed from his limb, splashing over his hand and staining his underwear. His whole body was shaking and burning for you. His orgasm reasoned all over the throne room and anyone passing by could not deny the activity of the God. But his mind was as foggy as the storm he’d caused several minutes ago.

“By Freya!” Tom said with astonishment.

She was killing him, he thought. A small burst of light burst into the room followed by the delicate movement of Freya’s dress.

"Did you call me?" She exclaimed cheerfully before her expression faded, her eyes widening with surprise and disgust. "Oh by Odin, keep your… thing away from my sight, brother!"

Tom jumped, taking off several centimeters from his throne, his expression just as horrified as the one of his sister. He quickly got dressed before his smirk appeared on his face, thinking of the irony of the situation.

"Aren’t you the goddess of love and sexuality, sister?"

"Still, I don’t want to see your penis. Don’t give Loki the opportunity to kick-start their nonsense!" She said, staring at Tom with a stern expression.

The god of rain smiled in a pinch, only being able to agree with his sister. Loki bore their title of god of malice and told anyone who wanted to hear it - even those who didn’t want to - that brother and sister Freyr and Freya shared much more than a name. Tom dismissed the words of his sister and invited - ordered - her to leave his throne room, which she did without asking questions, but decided not to let this scene fall into oblivion.

You woke up with a sense of lack, frustration eating away at your being. And that feeling exasperated you even more by the simple idea that only a man could satisfy your physical needs. You sat quietly on the stool in your kitchen while your best friend looked at you in an intrigued manner.

"In a bad mood? I thought I heard the sound of your vibrator last night." she said with a mocking smile.

You looked at her, angry at those way too thin walls and dissatisfied with last night’s event. The fact that Revna pointed out the situation made you even more bitter.

"Actually... I had to finish it myself. I had this dream last night..."

"The dream?" she asked, knowing exactly what you were talking about.

"That dream, yes. And again, I woke up at the worst time."

Your roommate and best friend gave you a compassionate look. You bit violently into the buttered bread you had just made.

"Shit, girl. With this violence, I understand that the man or woman of your dreams woke you up before the orgasm."

You threw your toast in her face with a growl, Revna avoided it with some difficulty, collecting a little butter in her hair with an expression of disgust.

"I’ll go get a better coffee than your sock juice, witch."

"That’s an idea, maybe you should look for a guy who’ll shove it down your throat to put you in a better mood, too!"

You showed her your middle finger by slamming the door just after. The rain began to fall as soon as you set foot outside.

"Fuck you too!"

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Little, Teeny Crush | sebastian stan

Synopsis: Chris and Sam hook you and Sebastian up on Chris’ birthday night out, knowing you like him.

A/N: This is really rough for my first piece lol but hope you enjoy anyway. Requests are open for Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans/Tom Holland related topics. I have a few of my own story ideas I’m putting out, so if you do request bear with me.

“I honestly hope he doesn’t come,” you say, twirling the straw in your drink as a hopeful distraction. You focus on the ice cubes that circle the glass, feeling your chest pulsating at the same pace. It was June and that meant, really, only one thing: Chris demanding a night out for his birthday. You and Anthony had already planned the night, intending it as a surprise, but Chris ended up finding out and wanted to stay updated. So, now, the three of you were sat in The Wooden Crown Arms—because Chris always had an interest in British pubs—in a booth in the corner, waiting for Sebastian to arrive… Well, they were waiting, you were dreading.

“Why?” Anthony asks, sitting opposite you and laughing. “He’s just late, what’s he ever done to you?”

An already tipsy Chris giggles. “She has a little crush on him,” he points at you and then boops your nose. “A little, teeny crush.”

You roll your eyes and try to suppress a laugh. “I’m gonna need a lot more to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Evans.”

“A crush?” Anthony leans closer to you from across the table excitedly. “Really?”

Before you can reply, you watch Sebastian walk through the entrance on the other end of the room. “Shut up,” you say. “He’s coming over.”

Chris turns around but Sebastian still hasn’t seen you guys. “Oh, you mean Sebastian Stan?” He says loudly, almost falling off the seat. Anthony manages to pull him back before he completely hits the ground.

That’s when Sebastian sees you.

He only looks at you first and it’s like the two of you are having some film-like slow-motion moment. But then Chris’ loud voice breaks it, and he engulfs Sebastian in a hug. You feel Sebastian still looking at you but you try and keep your focus on Anthony, too worried that you’ll blush if you look long enough.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he says, sitting down next to you. His thigh brushes yours and you gulp, but he seemingly ignores it, greeting Anthony across the table. “Traffic was a bitch.”

“I think Y/N wants you to say that last part again,” Chris giggles. You widen your eyes at him and grit your teeth. Fuck.

“Why?” Sebastian is looking right at you, obviously waiting for an answer but you can’t meet his eyes—and you see Chris staring, evidently manifesting you to look at each other.

Still looking at Chris, you say, “My hearing is really bad in this place. I just didn’t catch it.”

“Right,” Seb laughs in confusion. “I guess I’m gonna need a lot to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Chris.”

Anthony and Chris turned to you, eyes wide at Sebastian’s similar line to yours earlier.

“It’s a common phrase, guys,” you sigh.

“A what?” Sebastian laughs confused again.

“Common phrase.”

“A common phrase?”

“We said the same thing,” you explain. “They think it means something. I think it means Chris is too drunk already.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/N! Look, it’s like this… when you have a time and you have a moment, it’s going to be pretty interesting.”

“Chris, what the fuck are you saying?” You laugh.

Sebastian laughs. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Anyone want another?” He looks at Anthony, who shows his full bottle, and then to Chris, and Anthony shakes his head. Then he finally looks at you, and you finally look back at him which causes your stomach to feel like a whole circus.

“Southern Comfort and lemonade.” You smile.

He nods and heads towards the bar. As soon as he’s out of sight, you lean across the table. “I should smack you both, what are you doing!”

“Did you just say you’ll smack us?” Chris giggles.

Anthony ignores Chris and says, “Trying to hook you up.”

“You don’t even know if he’s attracted to me. Can you not put me out there when I haven’t done it myself? I can’t handle rejection. Especially not from someone as hot as Sebast—“

“Here you go.” Sebastian sings, sliding your drink towards you. “Got you a straw too, saw you had one in your last drink.”

In unison, Chris and Anthony shout, “Gentleman!”

“This is so weird,” Sebastian laughs. “I love it.”

***

Chris and Sebastian are deep in conversation while you and Anthony scan the food menu for snacks. Sebastian stretches his arm across the back of the booth seat behind you—his focus still on Chris. Anthony’s eyes widen at you, face not really containing his excitement. You mouth to him to “chill out”.

“I need the bathroom!” Anthony bursts out abruptly. Everyone looks at him. “Yeah, I need the bathroom. Move Chris…”

After a short moment, Chris’ phone dings and he looks at it. Then he quickly looks up, grinning at both you and Sebastian. You give Chris a look of, don’t you fucking dare leave me alone with him. But his grin only grows larger.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

You sigh, “did Anthony just text—“

“I just have to go to the bathroom. I can’t hold it any longer, I guess.”

And then he’s gone… leaving you and Sebastian left alone. With his arm still behind your head, he taps the seat with his fingers and you feel your heartbeat get faster. You’re getting nervous—or rather more nervous than before. You can hear his fingers on the leather so close by your ear.

“Y/N?” He says, and you snap out of your daze. “Were you not listening?” He laughs, a smile wide on his face.

“I don’t think I was, I’m sorry. Say that again.”

“I was asking if you were having a good time.”

“I’m having a great time.” You’re still facing frontwards but you notice and feel Sebastian turn his body towards you. “What about you?” You give a quick glance and then sip your drink again.

“I’m having a good time…” he’s chuckling to himself. You can hear the leather squeaking as he’s shaking his leg. “I’m having a really good time, yeah.”

“Seems Chris is too,” you joke.

“Yeah,” he says. “Chris is definitely going for it tonight.”

“Yeah…”

“Why were they shouting my name when I first arrived?”

You gulp and hope he didn’t hear it. “They must have seen you come in.”

“They were facing you,” he says with a smile still on his face. “You were the one to see me. I saw you look at me and look away.” You drink faster through the straw. “Did you say something about me?” He laughs.

You choke as you swallow your drink, coughing and catching the attention of the other people in the bar. He rubs your back and puts a hand on your arm. “Oh my god, that was embarrassing.”

“Are you okay?” When he asks this, you turn to him. Properly looking at him now and you wonder if you can trust yourself. While looking at him, you notice one of his collar sides is sticking up. You unfold it and caress it down so it’s in its right place.

“Sorry,” you say overly apologetic. You completely forgot where you were for a moment. “It was bugging me. One side up. One side down.”

He just stays smiling and shakes his head. “No problem, I liked it… I mean, I appreciated it. Appreciated it, yeah.”

He’s looking at you in the eyes and you don’t think you’ve ever met someone who makes such great eye contact like him. It’s making you nervous again. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, licking his lips every now and then.

Then you move your hands down to the hem of his top, twisting it around your fingertip to ease your nerves. “Is this okay?” You ask and he nods.

He moves his free hand—with his other still in the back of the booth seat behind you—onto your thigh, his thumb gently caressing the inside of it. “Is this okay?” He asks and you nod. You feel your insides becoming giddy, goosebumps forming across your skin.

Just as you think Sebastian is leaning in, Anthony approaches the table and you retract your hand from his shirt but his hand stays still on your thigh.

“I’m gonna give Chris a ride home,” he says. “He’s gone a little bit overboard. You two good, here?”

You nod. “Yeah, I’ll grab a cab home.”

“We can share and split the cost,” Sebastian says. “Then we know you get home safe.”

***

The cab finally pulls up outside your apartment building, and you hesitate for a moment. The rain is pattering on the car windows and with your light alcoholic buzz, everything feels so calm and soothing.

“You okay?” He asks.

You want to ask him up, but you don’t want to feel rejected. Maybe you were imagining the moment in the bar?

“I’d like that,” he says.

You’re brought out of your thoughts, “Huh?”

“Coming up to your apartment,” he laughs.

“Did I say that out loud?”

He nods, laughing. “Did you not mean to?”

The cab driver sighs. “Look, man, this is cute and all but I’m running gas, here. Are you getting out or not?”

Sebastian looks at you to make sure you want him to come up. You nod at him knowingly. He lets you out of the cab first before he paying the driver. When he exits, he puts a hand to the small of your back. You’re both quiet when you walk through the lobby and into the elevator—maybe it’s tension or maybe it’s just awkwardness. You’re not quite sure.

“Which number?” He asks.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you laugh. “It’s the third floor.”

He presses the button for number 3 and stands close by your side, his hand still on the small of your back. The doors open on your floor and you walk down the hall to your apartment, Sebastian now trailing behind you instead of beside you. You put the key in the lock and turn it, open the door.

“You’re not some secret serial killer, are you?” You ask. “Only you’re trailing behind me…”

“I figured I’d give you some space in case you felt like you wanted to slam the door in my face and not let me in.” He says this as he’s walking through the hallway of your apartment. When he sees your couch he asks if he can sit on it and you nod.

“Water or coffee?” You call to him from the kitchen.

“Coffee, please, Y/N.”

You walk into the room holding a glass of water for yourself and a coffee for Sebastian. You sit opposite him on the couch. “Tonight was fun,” you say.

“Very fun,” he agrees, sipping from the mug. Then there’s a moment of silence. “Did you like my hand on your thigh?”

“Did I?” You stutter nervously, taken aback by the question.

“I should really stop making you choke, shouldn’t I?” He chuckles. “So, did you? Like my hand on your thigh?”

“That’s a sexy way of asking for consent,” you giggle. “But I did, yeah.”

He looks at you deeply again, and you’re getting nervous again. “Would you like it…” he moves closer to you, and you do the same.

“I would,” you whisper.

He places the mug on the table and rests his hand on your thigh like earlier. His thumb gently caressing the inside of it.

***

Sebastian’s hand was cold when it slid up your body to rest his hand by your collar bone, his palm flat feeling your heartbeat get faster and faster, and his wrist resting between your boobs. His other hand slipped into your underwear, finger sliding down your slit.

“You’re soaking,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm. A jarring difference from his cold hands. “Have you been like this all night?”

You tilt your head back onto his shoulder. And he loves the sight, you in pleasure heaven, your neck on show for him, your body quivering back into his. “Have you been like this all night?”

“Y-yes,” you manage to make out. “Oh, daddy, yes. All night.”

“Good thing I came up to you, then?” He asks. “Are you glad I came up to you?” He emphasises the word “came” and he feels you clench against his finger.

“Not yet, baby, you don’t get me inside of you yet. Just be patient, baby.”

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waterproof | tom holland

pairing: frat!tom holland x reader

summary: you meet a very cute, very hot guy when you join your friend in an spontaneous trip to a frat car wash event

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of cancer and death, smut — minors dni

words: 10k

a/n: it’s here!!!!!! my longest fic yet and probably my favorite one <3 i got the inspiration after a tiktok i saw about it and just couldn’t resist lol i was also inspired by the amazing story i swear to god i never fall in love by @hazofmyheart — so if you haven’t read it yet, do me a favor and go cause it’s brilliant :’)) h was also a big inspiration, since her works always inspires me to keep creating so thank you hannah, ily <3 @duskholland oh also, i know nothing about college in the us so forgive me if something’s wrong. i think that’s it, please let me know what you think, your feedback means a lot to me :)) ily all, be safe ✌️

Friday

The day was miserable. This morning you had woken up to a storm, rain splashed on your windows while lighting illuminated the grey sky. Unfortunately, you had two classes to attend so you had no other choice but to get up, leaving the warmth and comfort of your apartment behind. Kelsey, your best friend, and roommate had already left once you woke up, so with no more excuses to stay curled up in bed, you got up, going straight to the bathroom, before deciding what you were going to wear for the day.

Taking a quick look at your phone weather app thingy, you checked the temperature, not wanting to put too many clothes on and sweat for the rest of the day or not put enough and almost freeze to death. Once you decided that some jeans, a sweater, your pair of boots, and a jacket would do it, you got your bag and car keys from the desk and left for the cafeteria, like you did most mornings.

With a cup of coffee in one hand and your purple umbrella in the other, you made your way through campus, trying just as everyone else to desperately get away from the bad weather since you could feel your feet starting to get soaked from the wet gravel beneath you.

Thankfully, the walk wasn’t long and once you were safely inside, you went straight to your first class of the day, English Literature with Professor Bill, which unfortunately always seemed to be endless. But once it was finally over and since you had another class in the afternoon, you decided to just get a sandwich for lunch and stay at the library, that way you could finish your essay which was due next week.

You were comfortably sitting at one of the back desks, your stuff all spread out in front of you, a cup of tea on your hand, typing away on your laptop when Kelsey came rushing through the doors, making a beeline to you. “Good morning, sunshine!” She greeted you, way too excited for your liking. “Morning! What got into you?” You mumbled while she took a seat next to you. “I have great news!” Kelsey exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. “Oh no, I don’t like your tone!” You let it out, taking a sip of your hot drink.

“There’s going to be a charity car wash at the Phi Delta house tomorrow and we’re going!” Your friend squealed. “A car wash? Seriously Kel? I mean, I’m not gonna lie, they sure know how to throw one hell of a party but a car wash?” You mumbled, trying to focus back on your writing. “Not any car wash, y/n! A charity one and to be honest, Lucy kinda needs it.” Kelsey winked, making you roll your eyes.

Lucy was your 2008 white Jeep Wrangler, which you had gotten once you started college. The car was your treasure and the owner of so many good memories already. “Yeah, that’s definitely because of Lucy and not that frat blonde guy you’re after.” You protested, knowing her exact intentions.

“See? It’s a win-win situation, you get Lucy cleaned and I get to see Osterfield!” Kelsey smirked, making you groan. “You’re terrible, you know that right?” You asked. “I’ve been told before!” She smiled, anxiously waiting for your answer. “What about this weather?” You tried to reason, but you knew there was nothing that could possibly change her mind.

“It’s not supposed to rain tomorrow, and if it does, they’re canceling it and doing it next weekend.” She let it out, biting her bottom lip expectantly. You sighed, deciding you had no other choice. “Fine, Kelsey! We’re going!” As soon as the words left your mouth, your friend was jumping in your direction, hugging you as you had just given her a million dollars.

“Thank you, y/n/n! You’re the best!” She exclaimed, earning you both dirty looks from the people who were close to your desk, also trying to study. “Okay, now get off, you’re suffocating me!” You whined. “Fine, at what time you get off class today?” She asked, getting up and ready to go. “Four-ish?” You responded, tapping your nails on the laptop. “Can you give me a ride?” Your friend inquired, comically batting her eyelashes. “Sure, just text me when you get off.” You said, laughing at her antics.

Once Kelsey left, you were finally able to go back to your essay, getting most of it done before you left for your next class. One stressful hour later, you texted her saying you’d wait for her in the parking lot, receiving a quick message back, saying she’d meet you there.

At home, you two cooked some pasta recipe Kelsey found on Pinterest, before calling a night and going straight to bed. The thunderstorm had finally subsided but the rain was still falling hard once you turned off your phone, and you’ll be lying if you said you didn’t wish for it to stay like that for the next day.

Saturday

By some kind of a twisted joke though, you woke up the next morning to a blue sky, not a single cloud insight, and the promise of high temperatures and sunshine. Here goes your excuse. Thank you universe.

Checking your weather app, you heavily sighed, seeing as you had no other choice than to get up, so you did just that, picking up an outfit that consisted of your favorite jeans shorts and a lilac tank top, putting your hair up in a ponytail before going straight to the kitchen, where Kelsey was already at, preparing breakfast.

Once that was out of the day, you stepped into your trusty— and in desperate need of a wash— white sneakers, getting your purse, keys, and phone all ready to go, gasping when you saw how pretty your best friend was. “Holy shit, Kel! If that Harrison guy doesn’t do anything today, I will.” You winked, playfully twirling her around, making her blush. “Shut up!” She said, swatting your hand away. “Are you ready to go?” You asked and she nodded. “Oh, before I forget, Steph asked if she could come with us and I said yes so we have to pick her up.” Kelsey let it out while putting her sandals on.

Steph was another one of your friends and being the guy's lady she was, of course, she couldn’t miss the opportunity to attend this frat car wash event or whatever the hell that was. “Yeah, sure! Let's go!” You laughed, seeing your friend clap her hands excitedly.

With Steph on board, the three of you made your way through campus, singing to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album until the majestic Phi Delta house came into view. And what a view. The front of the house was filled with cars, so much that there was a row to have a chance of getting yours clean.

The fraternity brothers were all there too, wearing nothing more than basketball shorts, their muscular torsos left exposed, not only because of the hot temperature but also to attract more customers, especially women, since the sign in front of the house said: Phi Delta Charity Car Wash: Ladies Discount.

“Holy shit!” Kelsey let it out, being followed by the phrase “There’s nothing holy about this, Kel!” from Steph, which made you all laugh. “Well, it seems we’re gonna have to wait quite a bit judging by the size of this row.” You said, glad you had refilled Lucy the day before.

“It’d be totally worth it though, just look at them, y/n!” Kelsey exclaimed, her eyes practically bulging out of her head once she saw Harrison approach one of the cars. “And there he is!” You smirked, laughing at your friend’s stunned reaction. “There’s no way this guy is real, look at him!!!” Your friend squealed, making both Steph and you laugh.

While the girls gushed about Harrison, your attention was quickly diverted to another one of the shirtless hot guys. He was a little shorter than Harrison, with messy brunette curls on top of his head and a body that made you squeeze your thighs together just by looking at it.

“Oh, did someone finally catch your attention, y/n?” Your best friend asked, seeing as you didn’t take your eyes off the boy. “He’s freaking hot!” You exclaimed, enjoying your view. “That he is! His name is Tom Holland, he’s friends with Harrison, actually.” Steph clarified. “And of course you’d know that, wouldn’t you?” Kelsey smirked, Steph flipping her off.

Once the row of cars finally moved, it was time for your car and the girls couldn’t contain their excitement with what was about to happen. With Lucy parked in the spot one of the guys instructed you to, they got to work, asking who was the owner and what kind of service you wanted.

The question caught you so off guard you blushed, hard. The guy must have noticed since he patiently explained the two types of cleaning services being made. One for the whole car, including the interior, and the other just for the exterior.

Saying you only wanted the latter, he winked, letting out a small “Got it, babe!” before going back to work. “y/n, you look like a tomato!!!” Steph laughed, being quickly joined by Kelsey. “Shut up you two!” You flipped them off, feeling embarrassed about the fact you were caught so off guard by one shirtless boy. God, has it really been that long?

While the boys prepared the cleaning supplies, Harrison approached the car, making Kelsey squeal in excitement, something she masked really well once he was by her window. “Good morning, ladies!” The blonde said, before directing his blue eyes to your best friend. “Fancy seeing you here!” He whispered, making her blush. “I told you I was gonna come.” She giggled, and you had to contain yourself from rolling your eyes at them.

“These are your friends?” Harrison asked, taking a look inside the car. “Yeah, that’s my roommate y/n and Steph is in the back,” Kelsey explained, and you both waved. “You’re the owner of the Jeep, right?” Asked the blonde, and you nodded. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of him!” He said, making you wince.

“It’s her, actually!” You said, surprising him. “Oh, my bad! Does she have a name?” He smirked. “Lucy, her name’s Lucy!” You answered, seeing him nod. “We’re gonna take good care of her then.” The blonde said, before turning back to Kelsey. “You look good, Kel!” He smiled. “Thanks!” Your friend said, biting her bottom lip to contain her smile.

“Ok, now you girls better close your windows if you don’t wanna get wet.” Harrison winked, before joining the rest of his frat brothers. “Too late for that!” Kelsey said once the windows were closed, making the three of you burst out laughing.

When the car was wet and covered with a thick layer of foam, and not any foam, a rainbow one, which made you and the girls all take your phones out to register the moment, the boys got to work. With washing mitts in hands, Harrison and some of his group of friends went all over Lucy, making sure to give you and the girls winks and smirks all the way through.

“God, this is my fucking dream!” Kelsey let it out, making you laugh. “Why do I feel like I’m watching a porn video though?” You asked, feeling your cheeks grow flustered from all the hot, shirtless, wet frat boys around you. Steph and Kelsey couldn’t help but laugh, agreeing with you in the end.

Once the first wash was done, they repeated the process, but this time the guy you were watching earlier, the one Steph said was named Tom, took one of his brothers' place, giving you a better chance to admire him and his perfectly sculpted body even closer.

Like all of the other guys, he was wearing only basketball shorts, the hem of his Calvin Klein boxers peeking through. His curly chocolate-colored hair was all mated now because of the water but somehow that only made him more attractive. Jesus Christ.

When he was right by your window, he sent you a wink, making sure to really flex his muscles while washing your beloved Lucy, and oh how much you wanted to be her right now. Covered in rainbow foam, with his hands all over your body…

You were suddenly brought back to reality by a couple of knocks on your window. It was him, the son of a bitch had caught you staring, and to let you know that he put a finger on his jaw, pretending to close his mouth, which ended up making you even more flustered. You little devil.

With a huge smirk on his face and another wink in your direction, he went back to work, your friends squealing in excitement inside the car. “Oh my god! That was a scene out of a freaking movie, y/n!” Kelsey exclaimed, being followed by Steph, “God, I wish it was me!”

You closed your eyes, “Stop it, you two! I’m already flustered enough. God, it’s really hot in here isn’t it?” You let it out, blasting Lucy’s AC to try and cool your body down, an action that made both you and your friends laugh.

When the washing part was done, the boys took turns drying your car, making sure to put on a show while doing it, as usual. Harrison approached the car again, this time, he brought with him a clipboard and an envelope, where all the money was going. “Did the girls enjoy the show?” He asked once Kelsey opened her side of the window.

“We sure did!” Your friend answered, smiling wide. “I’m glad!” He smirked back, giving you the clipboard to sign your name on it. After paying for the wash, Kelsey noticed a commotion that caught her attention. “What’s going on there?” She asked the blonde, who was putting the money away.

“Oh, the guys wanted to make a sort of like a “kissing booth” to raise more money, if you donate $5 extra, you can kiss one of us,” Harrison explained, making Kelsey’s eyes pop. “Oh, and can I choose who I’m gonna kiss too?” Your friend smirked, earning a chuckle from the blonde. “Not usually, but I’ll let it pass this time.”

Kelsey looked at you expectantly, making you widen your eyes. “What are you looking at? You don’t need my permission! Go for it!” You told her, seeing her roll her eyes. “I’m not doing this alone, come on girls!” Your friend exclaimed, making you laugh. “Fuck! I can’t do it Kel, I have a giant cold sore on my bottom lip, it looks disgusting and it’s fucking painful.” Steph whined, sounding really upset.

Then, the three of them looked at you, making you shake your head. “No, I’ll pass. Thank you!” You said, being met with hard glares from your friends. “Come on, y/n! It’s for charity!” Kelsey protested, nudging your arm. “So, in or out?” Harrison inquired, and before you had a chance to respond, your friend had already done it. “She’s in, go call that Tom friend of yours!” Son of a bitch.

“Kelsey!” You snapped once Harrison was out of hearing sight, eyes practically bulging out of your face. “Oh, shut up! Don’t act like you don’t want it!” Your best friend huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re such a bitch!” You said, trying everything in your power to bite back a smile.

“For fucks sake, y/n! Just enjoy the opportunity, I’ll literally kill to make out with any of these guys after the show they gave us!” Steph complained in the back seat. “You two are insufferable!” You laughed. “Just give them the damn money!” Kelsey said, taking the note out of her purse.

With the car windows rolled all the way down, you prepared yourself while the guys slowly but confidently approached the vehicle. What you thought was going to be only a quick car window kiss ended up being a complete makeout session when Kelsey got out of Lucy, practically throwing herself at Harrison's arms after giving him the 5 dollar bill.

You thought about quitting, just give the money, get your friends, and go home. But, once you saw Tom standing by your window, with all his glory, you froze, being met with his wide smirk. “Jesus!” You let it out when you once again, shamelessly and stupidly stared at his body. How could you not though? He was perfect. Every single one of his abs was defined to perfection, small droplets of water still ran down his torso, making you want to wipe them away with your lips.

“You can call me Tom though!” He smirked, clearly proud of his remark. “I- I’m sorry, ah, should I get out?” You asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. “You’re paying for it, darling so that’s your choice!” Tom shrugged, that stupidly handsome smirk never leaving his lips. “I think I’ll just… yeah!” You mumbled, thanking Tom when he opened the door for you.

Stepping outside Lucy, the first thing you notice was the rainbow-colored ground, making a pretty contrast with your white shoes. If you didn’t have a greek god waiting to kiss you right now, you’d probably have taken your phone to snap a couple of photos.

Like the idiot you are and as if the moment couldn’t get any more embarrassing, you slipped. Right when your shoes made contact with the wet ground, they sent you flying, landing on Tom’s naked chest. Perfect.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” You apologized, trying to regain composure. “It’s okay!” Tom giggled, steadying your clumsy ass. When you looked up, there he was, with that same smirk, hazel eyes looking right into your soul.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore, and as if you could hear a cliche overplayed romantic song starting to play in the background, you both leaned in, lips meeting each other in the middle.

The first thing you noticed was how his lips, even though thin, worked perfectly together with yours. You had kissed a lot of people in your life, and you were not ashamed of that, but you had never experienced such a hot and passionate kiss like the one you shared with Tom.

As you turned your head to deepen the kiss, his hands went to your waist, holding you close, like he was afraid you’d disappear at any moment. The coolness of his damp hands in contrast with your hot body felt strangely nice, and when a small moan left your lips, you could feel Tom’s grip tightening, a playful smirk appearing on his lips.

Unfortunately, your lungs started to beg for air, so a few minutes later, you were forced to stop, an action that left your whole body protesting against it. Of course, the first thing you saw when opening your eyes was Tom’s smirk, which apparently never left his lips.

Taking some distance from you, the boy cleared his throat, taking a final look at you. “Sorry for making you all… wet.” Tom let it out, his smirk only growing in size. That son of a bitch.

You wanted to say something, maybe scold him for his innuendos but you were left frozen, speechless, and, not surprisingly, wet. Ha-ha. Thankfully, before you could embarrass yourself even further, Harrison came to your rescue.

“We’re throwing a party tonight to celebrate the money we raised for the charity. You girls are all welcome to join, especially you young lady.” The blonde informed, leaving a final peck on Kelsey’s lips. “We’re coming, for sure!” Your friend said before the couple said their goodbyes.

Tom only winked at you, and since you felt like your feet were stuck to the ground, you just stood there, emotionless, watching him leave to join his frat brothers in another car. “Holy crap, that was hot! I got turned on just by looking at it.” Steph exclaimed from the back seat, finally snapping you out of your dirty thoughts and getting your attention.

“It seems you’re not the only one!” Kelsey teased, making you roll your eyes at her. “That’s your fault! Now shut up, and let’s go home.” You scolded her, both of you getting back into your car. “Look Steph, she’s all flustered!” Your best friend and roommate said, laughing at your distraught face, leaving you with no other choice than to give her the middle finger.

After the morning events and after you and the girls had gotten yourselves some lunch, you dropped Steph off her dorm, before heading home, where Kelsey and you decided to take a nap before getting ready for the party.

When the time to pick up an outfit came, you couldn’t help but struggle, to the point of letting yourself wonder if Tom would like what you chose. Shaking your head, you quickly tried to get rid of those intrusive thoughts, finally deciding to wear one of your favorite party dresses, that way you’d feel comfortable and pretty at the same time.

Later, when you and Kelsey arrived at the frat house, the place was already filled to the brim with people dancing, drinking, and seemingly having the time of their lives. Making your way through the mass of bodies, you and Kelsey made it to the kitchen, where the alcoholic beverages were located.

With cups filled with beer, you felt like the night was about to begin and that was confirmed when Harrison approached Kelsey, barely acknowledging you before taking her by the waist and kissing her as his life depended on it.

“Hello, gorgeous!” He smirked, finally letting her go. Your friend was speechless and before you knew it, they were shamelessly making out by your side. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, not even surprised that you were about to spend the night as a third wheeler.

While Harrison and your best friend practically ate each other's faces off, you decided to look for Steph, since you knew she was gonna come, finding her with another group of friends that were more than happy to welcome you.

It was a few minutes later when Kelsey came back, with Harrison glued to her hip, her lipstick all smeared all over the blonde’s face. “Hey, you disappeared!” Your best friend pouted, making you roll your eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry if I felt a little uncomfortable by your and Harrison’s makeout session.” You huffed, earning a sheepish smile from her.

When you noticed your empty cup, you excused yourself to go to the kitchen for a refill, asking if anyone wanted one, but they all declined. Once there, you made a mixture of a couple of the beverages on the counter, not caring about the consequences of your choices.

You were just about to exit the crowded kitchen when suddenly you heard a voice whispering in your ear. His voice. “Fancy seeing you here!” Tom said and you could tell, even without looking that he had a smirk plastered on his face. “Well, I was invited to come so…” You shrugged, earning a chuckle from the boy.

Once you turned to him, he was hosting himself on the kitchen counter, giving you the perfect view. This time, since he was wearing a shirt, you could really focus your attention on his face instead of his absurdly ripped body. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt, some cuffed jeans, and a hat, backward, which ended up making him look even hotter. Geez, how is it possible?

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name earlier, you know, we were a little busy.” The brunette smirked, making you blush. “y/n, my name’s y/n.” You said, trying to contain your nerves. At that, Tom smiled, repeating your name like it was his favorite song. “I like it. It suits you.” He said, taking a sip of his drink. “Here with your friend?”

“Yeah, she ditched me for Harrison though.” You joked, earning another chuckle from Tom. “They seem pretty… close.” The brunette smirked, making you laugh.

“Don’t even say it, she’s been gushing about the “hot blonde frat guy for weeks.” You blurted, widening your eyes when you realized what you had just said to Harrison’s best friend. “Please, don’t tell him this. She’d for sure kill me.”

Tom laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, your secret is safe with me.” He said, crossing his fingers on top of his lips. “Thank you!” You smiled, averting your gaze.

“I’m happy she went after him though.” Tom stated, “Why?” You curiously asked. “Otherwise we wouldn’t have met.” He explained, sending you a wink. “Smooth!” You laughed, feeling your cheeks burn.

You were about to say something when you suddenly felt someone bumping against you, causing you to almost spill all of your drink. When you turned to see who it was, the guy had already blended with the mass of people that were currently in the kitchen. Rolling your eyes, you averted your gaze back to Tom, who was already looking at you.

Sensing your annoyance, Tom got off the kitchen counter, offering you his hand. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He said a beautiful smile on his face. Oh, yeah. No. You snorted, “Wouldn’t you like that?” Chuckling, the boy whose hand was still stretched, rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I wanna show you a place. And I promise it’s not my bedroom.” He winked, making you laugh and shake your head at his antics.

Finally taking a hold of his hand, which was surprisingly soft, you followed him through the house, going up one flight of stairs to a door with a big T on it. Tom opened the door to what you assumed was his room, making you instantly raise your eyebrows. “It’s outside my bedroom, I promise, y/n!” He laughed, clearly finding the situation hilarious.

While he went straight to the window, you took the moment to look at his room. What you got from it was: 1) It was probably the only one in the house with a bathroom. 2) Tom was a big fan of comics, judging by the number of magazines and action figures he collected. 3) He was a proud British, not that his accent hadn’t already given him away, but the UK flag beside his bed frame confirmed your suspicions.

“You coming?” Tom’s voice suddenly took you out of your trance. “Yeah, sorry!” You apologized, accepting his help to climb out the window, landing on the rooftop of the house. “Wow, it’s beautiful out here.” You let it out, surprised by the view of the city at night.

“Yeah, sometimes I come here when it gets too loud in the house. It’s like my safe escape.” Tom smiled. “I can only imagine how sharing a house with eleven boys might be. I truly don’t think it gets quieter than this.” You laughed, being quickly followed by him.

Clearing your throat, you suddenly felt self-conscious with all his staring, deciding it was best to just keep talking. “So, did you guys raise a good amount of money today?” You asked, changing the subject. “Yeah, we did! Thank you by the way, for coming.” Tom thanked, making you smile. “Of course! It’s for a charity, right?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“Yeah, they treat kids with cancer. It’s the second year we do this for them, the first time we raised a good amount but we definitely raised more this time.” He explained, making you smile. “That’s really nice of you guys to do it.” You complimented, and this time it was Tom who blushed.

“Actually, I’m going there tomorrow to drop the money off, do you wanna come?” Tom offered, surprising you. “Oh, really?” You asked, surprised. “Sure, apparently none of the guys can.” He rolled his eyes. “I would love to, yeah!” You smiled, earning a nod from him. “Great! Cause I kinda need a ride there.” Tom let it out, a guilty look on his face. You laughed, “Damm, all of this just to ask for a ride. I can’t believe it.” You joked, making both of you laugh.

“It’s cool if you can’t though, don’t worry!” Tom lets you know, but you shrug. “No, it’s fine! I can take you! Just give your number so we can text.” You said, not even realizing how that sounded. “Look who’s the smooth one now, already asking for my phone.” The brunette smirked, making you roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, I’ll just park outside the house and wait for you the whole day.” You mocked, earning a laugh from him.

Tom was just giving your phone back when suddenly you heard someone calling his name. “What is it?” He shouted back. “C’mon bro, come here, we’re doing keg stands, where are you?” Yelled one of his frat brothers from the house backyard. “Coming!” Tom answered, looking at you with a sad smile.

“C’mon! Let’s not leave your public waiting.” You teased, making him laugh. “Are you sure? We can stay here if you want.” Tom offered, and you had to force yourself not to accept it. "It's fine! We’ll have time to talk tomorrow.” You answered, sending him a warm smile.

With Tom’s help, you climbed back to his bedroom, parting ways once you got to the first floor. “I’m gonna go look for my friends.” You let him know, taking a step back. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Tom asked, earning a nod from you. Before he left, he kissed your cheek, and you were absolutely sure you melted right then and there.

Kelsey was already looking for you once you found her, claiming she had texted you a thousand times already. You assured her you were fine, that you were actually with Tom, which earned you a massive smirk and knowing looks from her.

Once a commotion could be heard outside the house, you and your group of friends made your way there, wanting to know what was happening. Since you already knew the frat boys were playing drink games, you weren’t surprised to see Tom himself doing a keg stand, with some of his friends supporting his legs.

The crowd around you cheered and screamed, praising the boy who kept drinking like he wasn’t upside down at all. Once he finally let go of the keg, his friends helped him stand back up, and you did not miss the wink he sent your direction when he caught you, once again, staring at him. Holy fucking shit.

You spent the rest of the night with your friends, drinking and laughing at stupid jokes. You didn’t see or heard from Tom until you were already at home, tucked and ready for bed. He texted you asking if 3 pm was fine by you and once you agreed, he sent you the text that made you go to bed with a smile on your face, already excited for what the next day had to come.

Tom

See you tomorrow then, can’t wait 😜 xx

Sunday

Kelsey was at your feet the moment you woke up the next day, wanting to know what happened between you and Tom last night since now she was sober enough to comprehend your words. “I told you nothing happened Kel, he just took me to a quieter place so we could talk.” You explained while putting coffee into one of your mugs.

“Talk about what?” Kelsey insisted, taking a bite of her avocado toast, which looked very appetizing by the way. “Jesus Christ, Kelsey! Did I ask what you and Harrison were doing the majority of last night?” You barked, getting the ingredients to make one for yourself. “Oh, you wanna know?” Your best friend smirked, making you groan.

“God, you’re terrible! He just showed me the place he goes when the house gets too loud, then we talked about the car wash and how much money they had raised and he asked if I could give him a ride to the charity today since he’s going there to drop the money.” You explained, putting two slices of bread in the toaster.

“Please, tell me you said yes.” Kelsey practically begged, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Yes, Kelsey! I said yes. Anything more?” You asked, crossing your arms while you waited for the toaster to pop. “Oh my God, you’re really into him, look at you, so defensive about it.” Your friend smirked.

“Oh, shut up!” You flipped her off, cutting the avocado open and spreading it on your toast, adding salt and pepper before joining her by the table. “Please, y/n! Don’t act like I don’t know you.” Kelsey winked, kicking your leg under the table. “Can I have my breakfast in peace now, please?” You remarked, earning a smirk followed by a quick nod from your friend, that fortunately left you alone.

It was later that afternoon when, after spending an unreasonable amount of time getting ready, you left to the frat house, to pick Tom up.

Once you parked your car, you shot him a text, saying you were there. He texted you back instantly, letting you know he was on his way. What you didn’t expect, in any circumstances, was to see Tom exciting the house wearing a spiderman suit, minus the mask, and a backpack.

“Oh my god, what is this?” You asked once he got closer. “I promised the kids that Spiderman would give them a visit next time,” Tom explained, his cheeks a bright shade of red. “That is really sweet, Tom!” You laughed, finding it adorable.

Once inside the car, you could really see how good he looked in that suit. It hugged his body in all the right places, accentuating his perfectly sculpted muscles. “Thank you, darling!” You heard Tom saying, with a big smirk on his face. Shit! You must have said this out loud.

Clearing your throat, you averted his gaze, not being able to face him any longer. “So, do you have the address?” Stupid question, of course, he has the address. Jesus, y/n! Get a grip! Tom laughed, at you, you thought, quickly shaking your head.

With the address in, you started the twenty-five minutes drive to the charity, which was filled with music and small chatter between you and Tom. You got to know each other a little better, Tom explained to you why he chose to move to the states to study, saying he and his best friend, Harrison always wanted to live the “American dream”, which turned out to be way more difficult than he thought since he was such a family type of guy.

“So you have three younger brothers?” You asked, trying to understand what Tom had just explained to you. “Yes, Sam and Harry are twins, and Paddy is the youngest. Oh, I also have a dog called Tessa back home, she’s my princess and I love and miss her so much.” Tom said, making your heart melt at his words.

When you finally got to the charity, Tom fished his Spiderman mask out of his backpack, securing it on his head, before turning to you. “How do I look?” He asked, making you smile. “Great! You look great!” You said, giving him two thumbs up, which made him laugh.

Since he couldn’t really see with the mask on, you helped him to the door, where a woman was already waiting for you. “Tom, none of the boys today?” She asked, clearly familiar with him. “No, not today, Nancy! I brought y/n, though!” Tom responded, his voice muffled by the fabric of the mask.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” You greeted the woman, being pushed to a hug. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n! Friends of Tom are our friends here too.” She smiled, letting you go. “I can’t believe he really came dressed as Spiderman.” The woman whispered, making you laugh. “Me neither!” You said, earning a chuckle from Tom.

“I can hear with this mask on, you two know that, right?” He told you, pointing to you and Nancy. “Ok, c’mon! Let’s get inside, the kids are really excited to see Spiderman, some of them couldn’t even sleep last night.” Nancy announced.

Once you dropped the envelope with the money in Nancy’s office, she directed you both to the room where all the kids were anxiously waiting for their hero. Once Tom, or Spiderman, entered their playroom, all the kids went crazy, screaming, jumping, clapping their hands, some even getting out of their seats to hug Tom.

While you watched him interact with the kids, Nancy told you that most of them had brain cancer and that unfortunately, the majority wouldn’t even last more than a few years of life, which was why the donations and the fact that Tom came here, dressed as one of their favorite superheroes, was so important for them.

Before you realized it, you had tears in your eyes, quickly taking care of drying them, in case any of the kids saw it. Speaking of them, you had just seen Tom do a flip when you felt someone grabbing the hem of your yellow summer dress.

“Oh, hello!” You said to the little girl, looking curiously at you. “You’re Spiderman’s friend?” She asked, clutching a teddy bear in her arms. “Yes, I am Spiderman’s friend.” You answered, chuckling at her surprised face. “So you are his Mary Jane?” The little girl asked, making you smile. “I guess you could say that. But that’s a secret, so it stays between us, okay?” You sent her a wink, putting a big smile on her face.

You and Tom spent a few hours there, playing with the kids, and to be honest, it was some of the best hours of your life. The kids were all so sweet and absolutely loved to play, something so simple, that meant the absolute world to them. In a quick trip to the bathroom, Tom changed his clothes before you left, while you said your goodbyes to Nancy and all the other charity workers, promising to come back soon to visit them and to play with the kids, of course.

“So, what did you think?” Tom asked as soon as you got into your car. “It was amazing, Tom! Seriously, thank you for inviting me.” You said, sending him a warm smile. “Of course! I knew you’d like it!” He stated, keeping his eyes on you.

“Where are we going?” He asked, finally averting his gaze, noticing you were driving away from where you had come from. “Well, you showed me your favorite place yesterday, so I think it’s only fair that I show you mine.” You said, smiling in his direction. Tom laughed, adjusting himself in the seat, asking if he could turn the radio on, to which you nodded.

The rest of the drive was mostly in silence, you and Tom kept stealing glances every once in a while, which always ended with one of you chuckling from being caught. He asked about your college major, and told you about his film one, which you could see was something he was really passionate about only by the way he talked.

Once you got to your favorite spot in the city to watch the sunset, Tom got out of the car, not believing his own eyes. “Isn’t it beautiful?” You asked, joining him. “It’s gorgeous!” Tom answered, and you both stared at the sky, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the mountains, turning the once blue sky shades of orange and pink.

“How did you find this place?” Asked the brunette while leaning against Lucy. “Oh, one of my ex-boyfriends actually showed me.” You lied, watching Tom’s face immediately fall. “Oh,” he breathed, making you lose the battle with yourself and burst out laughing.

“Oh, so you think you’re funny?!” Tom joked, relieved but equally annoyed at your little prank. He started coming towards you, making grabby hands tickle your body. “You think you’re so funny, huh?” You quickly tried to escape, but it was too late. He was already tickling your sides. “Tom, stop!” You laughed, trying to get him off of you but he only kept going, until he practically caged you between your car and his body.

You were close, you were so fucking close that even the slightest movement would cause your lips to touch. “You’re really pretty!” Tom whispered, his eyes locked on yours. “You have a lot of freckles.” You noted, not being able to take your eyes off him. Smiling, Tom tucked a strand piece of hair behind your ear, an action that made you blush.

“I think I wanna kiss you again,” Tom whispered, cupping your jaw. “Then do it.” You let it out, is immediately met with the feeling of Tom’s lips against yours.

It was only the second time you kissed, but for some reason, you felt like you were already addicted to him. The way his mouth worked perfectly with yours left you feeling dizzy like you had just got out of a rollercoaster.

His hands roamed your body, frantically trying to find something to hold, until they found their place on your hips, squeezing them every once in a while. When you felt the tip of his tongue on your lips, you gladly parted them open, letting him slip his muscle into your mouth.

Tom’s body kept pressing you against your car like he was afraid you could slip past his fingers some way. Little did Tom know you had no intention at all of letting him go.

You actually had no idea how long you stayed like that, slowly making out, no rush, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips, his hands on your hips and yours on his chestnut curls, not only lips but feelings intertwined too. Once you pulled away to breathe, you realized the sun was long gone, the sky now filled with thousands of stars.

“It’s getting late, we should head back.” It felt weird to even talk after spending so much time kissing, you felt your throat dry, your mouth begging for water. “Yeah, we should.” Tom agreed but made no effort to get away from you.

“Tom, c’mon…” You whined, slowly backing him away, even if it pained you to do it. “I say we go to the back seat of your car and keep doing what we’re doing.” The brunette offered, kissing the side of your jaw, and to be honest, it was not a bad offer at all.

“Uhm, very tempting, but we actually have to go, it’s getting dark.” You tried, hearing Tom groan, his head buried on your neck. “C’mon, I’ll let you drive.” That seemed to get the boy's attention.

“Wait, really?” He asked, looking at you expectantly. You hummed, passing Lucy’s keys to him. “Thank you!” Tom pecked your lips once more, before quickly going to the drivers’ side, making you laugh at his sudden change of behavior.

The ride back to campus was filled with Tom’s excitement to be driving your car, which ended up being the most entertaining thing to watch, it was like seeing a kid playing with their new toy.

At the frat house, he made sure to kiss you again, thanking you for the ride and for letting him drive your car. You assured him it was okay, and after a few more minutes making out outside, he finally let you go, making you promise to text him once you had arrived.

With a stupid smile on your face, you made your way back to your apartment, where Kelsey was already waiting, her ears ready to hear all about your “date”. Seeing as you had no other choice, and after sending Tom a quick text saying you arrived safely, you told her everything and in exchange, she told you what was going on between her and Harrison too.

At the end of the night, you two ate some boxed mac and cheese, before deciding to go to bed early, seeing as you had classes early the next morning.

You couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies on your tummy every time you thought about Tom, his face, his eyes, his hands, his lips, his kisses. Just him. Everything about him was beautiful and exciting and you already couldn’t wait to see him again.

Monday

That didn’t take long to happen, since the next day, you found a small bouquet and a note on the driver’s door handle of your car when you and Kelsey were just about to go back home after finishing classes early for the day.

“Oh my god! y/n!!” Kelsey squealed, while you tried to spot your not so mysterious admirer. “Here, read the note.” Your best friend instructed, passing you the small piece of paper that read: Thank you for the ride and everything else yesterday. I had a lot of fun! If you’re okay with it, I want to take you out properly this time. Text me when you get this, with love T xx

You couldn’t help the smile or the blush on your cheeks when reading his note. “It’s from Tom.” You laughed, taking the bouquet in your hands, giving the flowers a little sniff. Kelsey let out a squeal by your side, saying that she wished Harrison did something like that for her.

Since you couldn’t seem to find Tom anywhere, you decided to go home and do as the note instructed, texting him when you arrived at your apartment. He texted you back immediately, asking if you had liked your present. You told him you loved it, and that you were more than okay to go out with him.

After literally hours talking, you and Tom decided to meet on the weekend, since you both had quite a busy class week. He told you to be ready at 5 pm on Saturday, and even after begging him to tell you where he was gonna take you, he kept the location a secret, making you roll your eyes at his cheesiness.

Saturday

When Tom said he wanted to take you out on a proper date, you didn't think he was being that serious. Turns out he was, ‘cause when Saturday rolled around, he picked you up at your apartment, in his car this time, opened the door for you, and even took you to a semi-fancy restaurant, since you were college students after all.

The night passed faster than you liked and after an amazing dinner, you and Tom ran, hand in hand, to his car, since the small droplets of rain that had started once you were still inside, had now turned into a full storm, with thunder rolling in the distance.

When you finally got to the car, it was already too late, your clothes were drenched and the cold rain droplets kept falling from your hair directly on the carpet. Tom turned the heater on immediately, which helped you dry yourselves a bit.

“Do you wanna come with me to the house? I can give you a towel and once you’re warm again I can take you to your apartment. I’m known to make a pretty good cup of tea too.” Tom’s offer caught you off guard but it ended up being so sweet that you couldn’t recuse it. “Yeah, that would be great.” You nodded, earning yourself a smile.

The frat house was strangely quiet, something very different from the times you've been there. Tom escorted you to his room, giving you a towel before disappearing through the bathroom, to change from his wet clothes. Once he came back, wearing grey sweats and a simple worn-out white t-shirt, he excused himself to go to the kitchen and prepare the tea he promised earlier, while you tried your best to dry yourself off.

Turns out, it was much difficult to do that while wearing wet clothes, clinging to your body, so you made the bold, but most necessary decision of taking the majority of your clothes off, hanging them in the bathroom so they could dry a little bit while you stayed there.

Once Tom came back from the kitchen, carrying two mugs of hot tea in his hands, he found you under the covers of his bed. “I took some of my clothes off and hung them in the bathroom to dry, is that okay?” You asked, feeling your cheeks burn.

Tom was surprised, he didn’t expect to come back to his room to find the girl he was interested in on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. “N-No, don’t worry about it. It's fine!” But, even though he was caught off guard, Tom wanted you to make sure it was okay, and mostly, that you were comfortable.

Passing you one of the mugs, he joined you on the bed, sitting as further away from your almost naked body as possible. “Thank you! It’s really good!” You smiled, taking a couple of sips of the hot beverage, feeling it instantly warming your body.

Apparently, the hot liquid wasn’t enough, since you couldn’t stop your body from shivering. Tom must have noticed ‘cause in seconds, he put both of your cups down, offering his body heat to help you warm up.

Getting under the covers with you, Tom opened his arms for you to nestle into them, you instantly felt the warmth of his body involve you. “Better?” Tom asked, caging you in his arms. “Much better, thank you!” You said, turning your head up, just enough to peck his lips lightly.

That ends up stirring something inside you ‘cause not even a second later you’re kissing Tom’s lips again. He moves his body slightly, that way you end in a much more comfortable position. Tom’s tongue is inside your mouth in no time at all, and from there, things only escalate. While your hands went to Tom’s soft hair, his find their place in your ass, giving each side a good squeeze, eliciting a moan from you.

In a quick movement, you straddled his waist, not for a second disconnecting your lips. Tom’s hands went to your hips, helping and encouraging you to keep moving them back and forth. It didn’t take long for you to feel the bulge in his sweatpants grow, “Oh, fuck…” Tom breathed when you directed your lips to his neck, kissing and biting every inch of exposed skin, leaving a couple of love bruises on your way.

When Tom’s hands go to your breasts, he finds himself hypnotized by the way they look on your white lace bra. But, as much as he liked the lingerie, he couldn’t help but want them off your body. “Can I take these off?” He asks after a couple of minutes of staring. “Yeah!” You said, your mind so clouded by lust you can barely talk.

With the piece of clothing properly discarded, Tom takes his sweet time with your tits, massaging them, squeezing, teasing, until he finally puts his mouth to work, sucking and biting your already erect nipples. “Oh, fuck!” You let it out, hands in his hair, feeling arousal already pooling between your legs.

After making sure to give the same amount of attention to both of your breasts, Tom let them go with a loud pop. You laugh, attaching your lips right back to his. With slow movements, he turns you both around, carefully laying you down on his bed. Tom keeps his lips on your body, moving from your lips to your jaw, neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, making sure to mark you all the way.

When he gets to your underwear, he presses a kiss to the hem of your panties, looking at you with big brown eyes, as if asking for your permission to move on. You nod, lifting your hips to help him take your last piece of clothing off before he slowly starts teasing you with feather-like kisses on your knees and tights.

“Tom, please…” you don’t even realize the words left your mouth, but you’re glad they did when you feel Tom smirk and finally move two fingers to your core. He starts by spreading your wetness all over your lips, “You’re so wet, baby!” You moan, feeling your cheeks burn from embarrassment since Tom had barely even touched you.

Looking back at you, Tom asks if he can taste you, and after a quick nod, he licks a long stripe from your core to your folds. “Fuck…” you moan, feeling your walls instantly clench around nothing. Tom eats you out good, his mouth working like magic, the sounds leaving his mouth sounding like straight-up porn, eliciting loud moans and praises from you.

With both hands on his hair, you guide him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when Tom inserts two of his long fingers into your heat, curling them, hitting just the right spot. “Oh, fuck…” you bite your lip, feeling your high already approaching. “Please, don’t stop.” You beg, squirming in bed, one of Tom’s hands going to your stomach to keep you in place.

Tom does as he’s told and doesn’t stop his movements, only increasing them until you’re practically convulsing under him, “Fuck Tom, I’m gonna cum.” You let him know and the next thing you know, one of the best orgasms of your life hits you like a brick.

You feel like you're floating, the only thing grounding you are Tom’s sweet kisses trailing up your body. “You alright?” He asks once he gets to your face, that stupid triumphant-like smirk plastered on his lips. “Yeah, thank you.” You laugh, kissing his lips, tasting yourself in them. “You’re welcome.” Tom chuckles, going back to your lips.

With greedy hands, you palm him through his pants, moaning into his mouth when you feel how hard he is. “Your turn,” you purr, biting his earlobe, earning a moan from him. Turning both of you around, you help Tom lay down, while you start kissing his lips, moving to his jaw, neck, chest and each one of his abs, until you finally reach the hem of his grey sweatpants.

Tom helps you take the rest of his clothes off, and when he’s finally free from them, you can’t say you’re not surprised at his size. His cock is hard as a rock, leaking precum off the tip, leaving you no other option than spread the substance around his shaft. “Fuck,” Not being able to contain himself, Tom moans as soon as your hands get in contact with his member.

You start by licking a long stripe, from the base of his cock to the head, taking him slowly into your mouth, bobbing your head until you feel him hit your throat. “Fuck, y/n…” Tom moans your name and you’re sure that alone could have made you cum.

With both hands on your hair, Tom does a makeshift ponytail, helping you with your movements. “Oh, yes, keep going…” Tom breathes, your hands coming to his thighs to support yourself, while you keep taking him into your mouth, only stopping when he tells you so.

With a string of saliva dripping from your mouth, you smile, trying to clean yourself the best as you can with the back of your hand. “C’mere,” Tom said, helping you climb back to him, crashing his lips into yours, moaning loudly into your mouth.

You hold each other for a while, slowly making out until your lips are practically numb from all the kissing. “I need you...” you murmur into Tom’s lips, not even caring how desperate you sound. “Let me get a condom,” Tom says, pecking your lips before letting you go.

Tom reaches into his bedside table, shuffling through his stuff until he pulls out a pack of condoms, taking one and stuffing the rest back in. He opens the foil package, but stops to look at you, “Are you sure?” Tom asks with uncertainty in his eyes. You nod, breathing out a small yes in response, which is enough for Tom to finish rolling the material into his member.

With one of his hands between your bodies, Tom positions himself into your entrance, slowly rubbing his tip against your folds. “Fuck…” He cuts you off with his lips, slowly starting to enter you.

You both moan, getting lost in the feeling of pure bliss, Tom staying still, letting you get used to him. Once you assured him you were fine and he could move, Tom starts to ease himself in and out of you, keeping his thrusts slow at first, only increasing them when you ask him to.

Your fingers dug into his arms, back arching off the bed when you feel Tom hit the perfect spot, your moans only turning him on more. With both hands caging your head, Tom dips his lips until he can kiss you, making sure to keep his movements going, while you explore each other’s mouths.

Tom dips his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud a few times, making sure to give each one of them the same attention. You can feel Tom’s thrusts getting sloppier, so you sneak a hand between your bodies, playing with your clit until you can feel the coil in your stomach ready to explode.

“Fuck,” With a couple more thrusts, Tom loses it, releasing into the condom, making sure not to stop his moves until you approach your high too. “Oh, fuck…” Your grip on his curls tightened as you came, a breathy moan passing your lips, your back arching off the bed until your breasts are flush with Tom’s chest.

With heavy breathing and slightly sweaty bodies, you and Tom stay chest to chest, just enjoying the bliss of your orgasms, until you’re finally able to catch your breaths.

After a couple of seconds, you open your eyes, finding Tom smiling, looking at you. “What?” You ask, a lazy smile on your lips. “That was a pretty good way of warming up, huh?” He smirked, making you giggle.

Pecking your lips, Tom starts to slowly lift himself off of you, excusing himself to the bathroom, from where he comes out a few seconds later with some wet tissues. “Here,” he passes you the package, and you thank him, cleaning yourself up before looking for your discarded clothes.

Once Tom sees you’re about to slip your dress back on, he quickly realizes it’s still raining outside and he actually really wants you to stay. “Hey, so it seems the rain hasn’t stopped yet, do you wanna maybe, spend the night?” He asks, after clearing his throat to get your attention.

Biting your lip to contain a smile, you nod, finding adorable how nervous Tom seemed. “Yeah, that’d be great.” Tom smiles, shifting on his feet. “Cool!” He says, making you chuckle.

“Do you need anything? A shirt, perhaps? That dress is beautiful but it doesn’t look very comfortable to sleep in.” Tom offers, to which you nod, accepting the old Marvel shirt he takes out of his closet for you. “Can I use the bathroom real quick?” You ask and he nods.

Once you come out, wearing his shirt, with your hair up, and a washed face, you find Tom already in bed, looking at you expectantly. “C’mere!” He instructs and you smile, joining him under the covers. Nudging his nose against yours, Tom kisses you, stopping when he hears you laugh.

“What?” He asks, confused. Smiling, you shake your head, “I was just thinking since I paid five dollars to kiss you, how much all of this will cost me.” Letting out a laugh, Tom pecks your lips, “Don’t worry, darling! You get all this for free!”

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thekingthatwrites · 2 years

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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Please read these rules before requesting anything! If you do not, and send me an ask beyond my rules or against them, I will be blocking you.

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I do write x readers but I do not feel comfortable with writing x female readers. I will only do x Male and x GN readers but mainly GN.

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I will do x reader, as said before.

Fluff

Angst

Gore

Hurt/Comfort

I will also write oneshots for just the characters as well.

I will also do character ships just ask!

You can also ask for more than one character

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Podophilic ships

x Oc

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Fandoms I write for:

Encanto

Fullmetal Alchemist

Undertale

Homestuck

Genshin Impact

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Five Nights at Freddys Security Breach

Identity V Detroit Become Human Bungou Stray Dogs

The Owl House

The Legend of Vox Machina

Marvel

The Adventure Zone: Balance

God of War: Ragnarok

Hermitcraft/Life Series

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Characters I write as:

Encanto Camilo Madrigal (Main) Bruno Madrigal Mirabel Madrigal

FMAB Greed (Main) Ling Yao Edward Elric Envy

Undertale Sans (Main) Chara Frisk Papyrus Asgore

Homestuck Karkat Vantas (Main) Jade Harley Dave Strider Roxy Lalonde Rose Lalonde Tavros Nitram Eridan Ampora Feferi Peixes Gamzee Makara Nepeta Leijon Kanaya Maryam Sollux Captor Vriska Serket Cronus Ampora

Genshin Impact Aether (Main) Venti (Main) Noelle Childe Zhongli Xiao Kaeya Diluc Thoma Beidou Xinyan Scaramouche

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Hanako

FNAF SB

Sunnydrop Moondrop Glamrock Freddy

IDV

Naib Subedar William Ellis Norton Campbell Mike Morton Luca Balsa Ganji Gupta Antonio Paganini Robbie White (Platonic Only) Detroit Become Human

Connor Nines Gavin Reed

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu (Mafia and Ada) Atsushi Nakajima Chuuya Nakahara Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

The Owl House

Hunter (Main) Gus Porter Willow Park Amity Blight Luz Noceda Raine Whispers King Darius The Collector

The Legend of Vox Machina

Percival De Rolo Vax Vex Scanlan Shorthalt

Marvel

Steven Grant Mark Spector Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Doctor Stephen Strange Tony Stark

The Adventure Zone

Barry Bluejeans Lup Tacco Taako Tacco Kravitz Magnus Burnsides Lucretia Davenport Angus Mcdonald (Platonic) Lucas Miller Duck Newton Minerva Aubrey Little Ned Chicane Dani Indrid Cold Amber Gris Devo La Main Oksana

God of War Ragnarok

Kratos Atreus Sindri Tyr Thor Baldur Fryer

Hermitcraft Impulse Skizz Grian Scar Tango (?) Bdubs Etho (I Can TRY some others)

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madmadmilk · 3 years

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Two Ships | Tom Holland x Reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: On this rainy day… even though you’re terribly late to your date, you can skip the theatrics of hair and makeup but will never leave the house without your umbrella. There is nothing more terrible than sitting in public, soaked to the bone. So when you stop at a crosswalk next to a stranger getting drenched, you offer him the spot next to you as you wait for the light to change. But... the guy beside you has you wetter than the rain ...

Warnings: fluff, slight-angst, yearning, & god-i-wish-that-were-me lmao

Word count: 8K+

Status: one-shot, completed 🌷

Definition: “If two people are like ships that pass in the night, they meet once or twice by chance for a short period of time... then do not see each other ever again.”

“Ugh, of course it’s raining.”

It’s been months, MONTHS, since your last “real” date. Not that you’ve been counting.

(Though it seems like everybody else is.)

… Tonight is meant to be a simple dinner and walk in the park type-deal; set up by friends. You don’t even know your date-partner that well, but they’re cute enough to have you curious. Though… not cute enough to get the whole dressed-to-the-nines, balls-to-the-wall version of you, sorry. Between coming off a grueling shift and the nasty on-and-off stormy weather today, you resign to show up with your best smile and handy-dandy umbrella.

But now…. Where the fuck is that goddamn umbrella….

There is truly nothing worse than sitting in public, AC blasting, in wet clothing. If you were on the way home? Sure, fine. But sitting at dinner? On a date? Heeeelllll no. Never. You’re not gonna leave the house without an umbrella and some boots.

So, here you are, spending the next fifteen minutes digging through closets and bags for the damn thing. At this point, you could just take a Lyft or something to the restaurant, but it’s so close by and you don’t actually mind walking in the rain–

“Found it!” – with barely a second to spare.

You tumble out of your apartment, locking up and getting out on the street in a hurry.

You’re late.

Duh.

You dodge puddles and mumble profanities, but you still make time to smile to yourself as you pass by other people in the street. You like seeing the bobbles of patterned umbrellas and hoods and hearing their sloshing steps. It’s cute that everyone has their own method of avoiding the weather by doing anything but staying inside.

After you pass your first block, you head towards a busy intersection. This particular light takes ages to turn… And you watch it turn red.

You sigh loudly, the sound contained to your own bubble, and take heavy steps closer. Rain continues to drum overhead.

Nearing, you notice another person waiting at the light; no umbrella, no hood, no way to block the rain. He has a slight figure with his shoulders sloping downward, and you can see the rain splattering off him. He’s dressed in a dark suit, water dripping from his clothes and dark hair. He’s so drenched that you can barely discern the colors of anything besides the pale pink bouquet of flowers down by his side.

His head hangs low, and you feel your lips pout in sympathy.

Yikes.

Your heart immediately tinges for him; even though you’re totally unaware of whatever situation he’s actually in. Your mind fills in the blanks with a million and one scenarios of why this person is standing alone in the rain.

Stood-up? Rejected? Misunderstanding? Late? Missed the last flight? Just caught in the rain?

Poor guy.

Honestly, you usually wouldn’t be affected by other people going about their day, but you’re so wound up for your date and the hatred of wet clothing, that you can’t just stand there next to him.

I have to do something.

Right?

His solemn presence is magnetic, drawing you in. You can’t look away, you can’t stop yourself. You bravely step close to him, and hold the umbrella high. You speak over the rain,

“Hi! –Excuse me–, would you like to share this while we wait for the light?”

The umbrella first shades the side of his face, shoulder and shoe from the weather, you watch the remaining water slide down the textures. Then you hold it up higher, shielding all of him; and this safe, dry bubble fills with an expensive, heady, masculine cologne.

It makes your entire body fizzle with warmth.

You smile awkwardly, readying to make small talk– but it all catches in your throat as realization washes over you.

You’re met with a familiar face, wide brown eyes, unruly brows, boyish nose…

No Fucking Way….

He looks confused at first, then surprise colors his cheeks, but that’s nothing compared to the mind melting you’re experiencing right now.

“You’re…” you choke, blinking quickly as he completely turns to face you.

He’s Tom Holland, the marvel guy.

The guy on netflix, and all those damn Apple TV ads. The guy who’s posters you stand by as you wait for the subway. The guy you follow on instagram. That guy you’ve only seen through screens–

It’s him.

You’re panicking over what a weird stroke of luck it is to meet (one of) your celebrity crushes on the way to a fucking date, but... you can’t exactly tell what’s going through his mind.

You both just stare at one another, wordlessly trying to get a grasp of the situation.

What is he doing here?? What are you doing here?? Are you too deep into his personal space rn? What the fuck?

His eyes are still wide with confusion, darting between yours. You breathe out a rushed and hoarse, “I’m sorry!” And his lips spread into a crooked smile. You watch his eyes crinkle as he laughs shallowly.

???

He, Tom, looked so beautifully, poetically sad one moment then shattered your heart with that smile. Between your body, mind, and heart, you have no idea what to think right now––

“CUT! CUT!”

A voice crackles over a microphone, and suddenly you see lights and mics and people crawling out from under cars and stuff…

…

“Who is that? No one is supposed to approach Tom in this scene. Who is that–?” The chatter is louder than the rain. And it finally sinks in.

You’ve walked onto a set. A movie-set?

“What the fuck–?!” you squeak, stepping back away from him. Rain immediately douses him, and you jump back forward, offering half of your umbrella back to him. He lets out a wheezy laugh as water drips off of him again.

“Agh! Sorry! Sorry, I totally didn’t see that you guys were filming here?! That this was– work. Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You start to ramble, your shoulders pinching upwards. The ‘yikes’ settling in, and you spin around apologizing to everyone you make eye contact with.

Tom waves a hand by your face, nodding to the people around him.

“It’s okay. This is for a commercial,” he says smoothly, his voice calming your shoulders back into a natural position. He breaks that easy-going character of his and shivers hard. He laughs, annoyedly licking the side of his mouth,

“‘Figured we’d make sure of real rain.”

“Right.” You nod, sympathetically shuffling closer to him to shield him better. Your senses are swimming in that smoky cologne, and you try not to let your eyes settle onto the nearly sheer button-up under his blazer. “Wild.” You cough, looking back at him.

There are no words for this moment.

“Hi... who is this? How did you get onto set..?” someone approaches with a slight tone, making your cheeks heat with embarrassment.

There’s another apology on the tip of your tongue, but Tom steps forward, blocking them from you and takes the jacket in their hands. He retreats back under the shade of your umbrella, and shrugs it on.

“A misunderstanding. Can we take five though? It’s fuckin’ freezing.” Tom gives them a charming kiss-ass smile, and the person nods turning and throwing their hands up.

You watch everyone take a sigh of relief or annoyance that they’re stuck in the rain, freezing too. Umbrellas shoot up and they make themselves busy again.

You face him, and his charming buttery smile faces you too. It melts into something more sincere as he tilts his head to the side.

Tom is still sharing your umbrella, and he’s still holding that bouquet, pretty pink flowers glistening with dew.

“Uh, uhm, I’m sooo sorry,” you scrunch your nose, “I didn’t realize you guys were shooting on this street. I think I saw those signs– but I thought it had already passed and–. I didn’t mean to halt production.” A giddy laugh bubbles out of your throat. “I’m sorry.”

“Nah,” He shakes his head, water spraying from his hair onto you. You wipe your cheek. “Sorry,” he bows his head slightly and casually reaches out to flick away a droplet by your eyebrow. His gentle touch lingers.

“Don’t worry about it. The schedule got shifted to use this rain. So, our bad.” His dark eyes flick towards the pattering rain on the sidewalk, then to your hand holding up the umbrella, “But… thank you for this. That was really kind of you.”

Tom’s eyes shine with fondness.

You look up towards your worn out umbrella, the crooked bars and obnoxious inner pattern.

“No problem, I didn’t know who you were– Not that i wouldn’t offer it to anybody!! Or to you, specifically, if I knew– Uhm. You– You just honestly looked so pitiful, I couldn’t help but notice–”

He bursts out laughing, sucking his teeth in and wiping his hose with the back of his hand. The bouquet bounces along with his movements, brightly trembling and shaking with him.

“Okay, good, good.I was doing my job right, then. Thanks.” He speaks between laughs and shivers, you nod and he offers more, “We’re filming a perfume commercial. Though I’m sure I smell like a wet dog right now.”

You definitely don’t, Tom.

You mistime a sniffle, and you crack up awkwardly. You wave a hand and stiffly relate, “We all do.”

Nice.

The feebles spritz of perfume you sprayed on yourself probs weren’t holding up too strong right now. Still, the smell of rain and his intoxicating cologne under this shared space is all you can sense, and you’d love to bottle it up for the next rainy day.

Tom grins warmly, and looks around, everyone still busy and occupied. He gives you back his attention,

“So, where are you headed?” He ducks closer to stay under the shelter, willing to make small talk beneath the pouring rain. You don’t mind at all, and just try your best not look too starstruck. He smooths down his dark hair, pulling it away from his face. It’s shiny and near black.

“Uhm… to a date, actually…” you answer, slow and honest. You shut your eyes tight and laugh at the absurdity of it all, “But, I have to admit. I definitely have a little movie-crush on you, so, I’m not sure if i should have said that out loud. All of this too.”

He breaks into a hearty laugh, a healthy glow colors his cheeks again. You giggle too, rocking back on your heels as you confess,

“Sorry, I just had to say it. Not that, I think I have a chance or anything– nevermind. You’re awesome and yeah, uhm, my date definitely has a tough act to follow.”

(Sorry, date!)

“Thank you, thank you,” he beams, shaking his head– but skips over your fumbling [thankfully]. He continues on like a friend or cast name, or crew member, not like some random person who crashed his set. “So, long term? First date?”

“First date,” you entertain his question, tonguing your cheek. “So, you know how it is… I’m super nervous (and late), and it’ll be awkward but… most good things start off that way, right?” You look at him through your lashes.

“I don’t know, we’re vibing right now, aren’t we? No nerves on our first meeting?” Tom quips, crossing his arms and straightening his back. The flowers hug to his chest as he tilts his head with them. “We’re doing quite well in my book.”

Th-thump.

“Wooooooww, look at you,” you offer him a smug smile and roll your eyes. “But I dunno about all that, I’m flailing over here, Tom.”

“Well, can I–... Let me walk you over. Calm the nerves,” he looks over his shoulder. “There’s some other shots and b-roll they can get.” He offers it so coolly, and before you can reject his company, he’s waving down people and signalling his departure.

They’re surprisingly cool with it, maybe because Tom is so good natured on set or they’re more willing to stay under the tents away from the rain instead of on the slick street.

“Wha–?! You literally don’t have to do this, I’m okay, really!!” You hold both your hands up, making the umbrella tip up and go behind you. You both get a nice wet coat of rain on you.

You pause, the view in front of you looking like a romantic freeze frame. Tom has water trailing down his face and hair, while your familiar home streets glow in the background with rain blurring it all into a precious vignette; it makes you sigh lusciously. Even the sting of the cold rain makes this moment more magical.

It’s like watching a movie coming to life, even more so when he grabs the rim of the umbrella, pulling it back overhead with an impish smile. Watching his thumb and forefinger grip the nylon makes you shudder with excitement.

“I want to repay the kindness. We can… we can make this a date before your date.”

Oh, you are REALLY squandering my date’s chance now, aren’t you?

Or for all my future dates, tbh.

Jfc.

You quirk a brow, speechless,

“... A date…?”

“Mutually beneficial, I haven’t had one in ages and you could use some non-stressful company.” He motions between you both, as if he wasn’t causing you the most distress since your last job interview.

Yeah.. Idk what you’re going on about non-stressful, dude.

“Uhm,,,,....”

Tom simply motions towards the crosswalk, the light has finally turned. His eyes are bright with anticipation, and you can see it translate throughout his whole body, despite the gray weather and shade.

“Sorry, I never got your name?” He adds, body tipping close.

You can barely breathe it out, because before you even finish he snatches the handle from your hands and starts galloping towards the crossing. He calls for you to follow, and you’re caught in the rain for a moment, cold pellets tapping across your face.

“GO! You dumb bitch!!”

And in that moment, you can’t be sure if your inner thoughts screamed over the slap of precipitation, or if it was a crew member yelling in sync with your heart.

“Right.” You laugh out to yourself, jogging to catch up with him in the middle of the walk. When you’re back at his side, he tilts the umbrella towards you, slowly to a casual stride.

Tom still has those pretty flowers tucked beneath his arm, hand in pocket, while the other holds the umbrella up for the both of you.

You settle cozy next to him, biting your lips together to prevent a dorky smile from erupting across your cheeks. You busy yourself by pulling your phone out and scanning for the directions. You chatter softly about the places you’ll pass… and realize that this would be a breezy 15 minute walk….for you, but a 30 minute round-trip for him– god.

Your eyes wander downwards, noticing he’s only in some dress shoes and that his socks and ankles and the bottom hem of his pants are horribly soaked and darkened. You wince.

“Hey, uhm, you really don’t have to do this– We could just go halfway–” your brows pinch together in concern. “I’d hate to make you stay out in this weather any longer than you have to.”

“I don’t do anything halfway,” Tom retorts quickly, grinning. He looks ahead, eyes softening. You peek at his reddened ears, he must be cold. He taps his thumb on the handle and shrugs, “Please don’t worry about it, I need a good stretch. And… I was really touched earlier. I can’t just let you go.”

“I can’t just let you go.”

Those devastating dark eyes flick towards you and your heart, and feet, skip a beat.

You trip over a weirdly laid brick, but right yourself quickly. Your body pulses with scribbles of emotion, fighting to be identified.

“O–oh. Yeah, it’s no big deal,” you shake your head lightly. Your throat squeezes with sympathy, “You looked like you needed the help.”

“Thank you.”

You walk together with the soft pitter patter all around. You pass by people coping with the rain in their own ways; running, walking with their heads low, plain black umbrellas, crazy patterned ones… everyone is too focused on themselves and their journeys to look up at the sky beginning to part.

That makes sharing this tiny, worn umbrella more intimate. No one knows who you both are, besides a pair seeking shelter, huddled together. It’s just you and Tom, walking together in this silly, simple, shared moment.

It’s funny how comfortable and comforted you feel right now.

“So… do you go on dates often?” He asks casually, his voice straining as he tries to speak over the drizzle.

“Uhhh, about as much as anybody else,” you shrug, honest again. “It’s just tiring to keep opening myself up every time.”

Like, how many times and how many people are you going to say, “I like you” to, before it turns into “I love you, let’s spend forever together.” It’s already been too many times to count.

“Like, how many times will I have to introduce myself and go through ice breakers over shitty wine?? Ugh.”

“Tell me about it,” Tom breathes out. He rolls his shoulders back, regaining poise.

You reflect on how he has probably met a million more people than you; had to introduce himself to faceless crowds and high-up execs. How much pressure it is to leave a good impression, to fit the shoe of their expectation… Oof.

“Does it ever get easier?” You tilt your head, half joking but also curious about his perspective on it.

“Only when you stop thinking that it’s hard.” He shrugs easily, ending on a scrunched up face and smile.

Ha-ha.

“Wow, such... sage advice. I’ll be repeating myself into oblivion, I guess. Hi, I’m So-and-So, and I like This-and-That… barf.”

Tom nods while looking down, watching the sprays of water that kicks off his shiny black shoes. He bumps into your shoulder playfully,

“So, do you end up liking everyone you meet or something?”

“Uhm!! That’s a cheeky fuckin’ assumption, Tom!”

Your laugh is trill and loud, but he’s not put off by it. He cheeses, apologetically, if that’s possible, and you roll your eyes. Hmm. You like being able to talk to him like this.

He cracks up over frail defense, bumping into you again. You push back.

You pretend to act offended, but he’s right on the mark.

“... Not everyone. But a lot of people. I go on these dates and always find something special about everyone; people are great. Genuinely. But.. sometimes I feel like a stray dog looking for home, and not everyone is ready for that.” You cringe at your own metaphor.

“I get that,” Tom answers coolly.

Do you?

His hand bumps against your shoulder this time, and you look at this pinkened knuckles, the tense veins on the backs of his hands as he rights the umbrella.

“Lots of love to give, and now where to put it, right?” He rambles.

“Yeah something like that,” you shake your head side to side, as if weighing the love. “It’d just be cool to find a solid partner, you know?”

“‘Cool?’” He airily mocks your wording before you can correct yourself.

“Yes, ‘cool.’” You throw your hands up a little then cover your mouth and chin, speaking into them. “The best parts about a partner is all the dumb shit you get to do together. Like, romance and sex can be essential and valuable, no doubt… but… someone who wants to do things with you? All the weird, fun, mundane shit? Outside? No matter what it is… that’s cool.”

“So, like, outdoor sex?” Tom cracks up over his own joke, tipping the umbrella back in his excitement, catching you both in the rain. “Damn, that’s kinky, Y/N.”

“Oh. My. God! Noooo, you know what I meant!” Your jaw drops as you smack his shoulder. You rake your brain to assist your point, “Well, maybe. If that’s your thing, but i meant like, going to see shitty movies. Adventures, dumb museums, gimicky coffee shops. Someone who takes you to petting zoos or whatever. Someone you’d be willing to just… walk around in the rain with…”

Shit like this.

Tom faces you, dark eyes smoldering into a delicious squint as he rubs his nose with the bouquet in hand.

“Well, that is quite the list.”

“... Yeah, I’ve been on a lot of dinner dates. But I'm so over it, and I’d like to skip over to the new things,” you admit gently. “There’s nothing wrong with it, but I’m just sick of it…”

Like, of course, you want most dates to start slow and easy. You want to get to know the person before you plunge into something that requires more than a matching schedule and picking off a menu. But at a certain point… it becomes monotonous. You always choose the pasta dish, you always choose this bubbly drink, you always end up going home a little in love– only for that to be squashed.

There should be a limit on how many people you introduce yourself to, only to get fucking ghosted, man.

You roll your neck back and sigh, “At the end of the day… you have to put yourself out there to find anyone at all. I just wish that my knight in shining armor would hurry the fuck up, haaa.”

You send him a defeated, yet dazzling smile, wondering if he could ever relate to this, or if he’s just listening to your laments out of courtesy. You can’t imagine he would share his personal life with a totally random person.

“I hear you,” he predictably relates back. A beat and thread of rain patter and pass as he breathes in,

“Though, I feel like I've met my knight in shining armor today.”

He sends you the same defeated, and dazzling smile back. Only his is a lot more handsome and sparkly. You want to reach out to cup his cheeks, feel the warmth of your kindness beneath your fingertips.

“... You’re a fucking cheeseball, Tom.” You beam, laughing as you shake your head.

He makes a “meh” face and shrugs it off.

You continue to smile at him, soaking in this glow. Your body is so hot, you’re sure he can feel the appreciation radiating off of you.

Tom Holland, a celebrity– who has the ability and privilege of being pampered and praised at any time of the day, is sincerely touched by your tiny gesture.

Just a teeny-tiny, spur of the moment thing. An offer to share shelter, that was only meant to last the countdown at a crosswalk has his face pink and heart trembling… You’re sure he’s surrounded by loving and warm people, but your random act of kindness has become a bright, memorable spot in his day.

And that’s really, really fucking sweet.

“Soooo, it’s only fair that you answer too, but... How’s your dating game, Tom?”

Worth a shot to ask lol.

“You tell me,” He deflects easily. He gives you a pretty boy smile and wink, “How am I doing?”

You waggle your jaw, openly laughing at his tight-lipped history. You don’t expect or even want to know anything. You’re just curious of how he would wave it away. Good for him though; keep your heart business close to your own heart.

“So great,” you exaggeratedly gush back at him. You clasp your hands together, and bat your lashes slowly. “I’m going to get aaall my nervous energy out with you, and all my dates forward will be smooooth sailing. Thank you.”

Sarcasm seeps out of your buttery smile, and you expect him to laugh.

But he doesn’t.

Tom’s jaw ticks and he dances his head around in stiffly.

Oh?

“Is it… absurd that I’m jealous about that already?”

“Uh– a little bit,” you scoff, actually surprised by his candor.

“It’s kind of fucked that I’m on a date, walking you to your date.” His voice scratches an itch you never knew you had. Your stomach drops, and you suck in a breath.

“Hey, man. You asked me out to this,” you give him a half-quirked smile, softly nudging his arm. You cough,

“It is a little fucked though.”

Tom sends you a smug look, one you’ve never seen on screen before. His eyes are half-lidded, while his brows brood low. His thin lips pout into a hard line. Wow. You’re overtaken by a moment of blind courage.

You reach out, hugging his arm; the one holding up the umbrella. You press your hands against his wet jacket, until you feel the solidness of his arm. You latch on and snuggle close. It’s an awkward position, but you’d suffer through the pose to hold him at any capacity.

“... is this okay?”

He hums in approval, and you’re sure you can feel his arm flex as he rolls his shoulder back.

You lick your lips as you look down at the cracked sidewalk.

“So… Tom Holland is a jealous guy,” you note out loud. You briskly add in the same breath, “Not gonna lie, that’s pretty hot.”

No holding back now.

“Maybe I don’t get to go on a lot of dates… and maybe you’re leaving a really good impression on me.” He speaks evenly, as if weighing the words as they come out of his mouth.

“Super hot,” you say quietly as you look over at him. Tom still faces forward, eyes storming with an internal struggle.

“Maybe I’m someone who falls in love with everyone a little bit too.”

“That is, also, very hot.”

You exhale a laugh, trying to read his face for a reaction, but he remains totally aloof.

Is he actually being transparent with you? About… dare you assume, liking you? Or your general presence? Or is this… all a part of his push-and-pull game. Is this all just for… shits and giggles all around. You really can’t tell, but you’re colored with curiosity.

You can tell there’s something on the tip of his tongue.

“Maybe… I don’t want to drop you off to another guy.” He clears his throat, then bites down on his lip, squinting forward still, “Ever.”

Stupid fucking hot, is what you want to say. But your teasing responses are caught in your throat, because Tom has stopped walking and you’re one block away from your cafe date.

Confusion, conflict, anticipation wash over you.

Tom turns to face you fully, stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Your hands slide off his arm, and are clutched to your chest now. His face is angled and still flushed pink. His brows furrow slightly and he whispers very slowly,

“I don’t… know what I’m supposed to do about this.”

The chemistry you both undoubtedly feel. This magnetic attraction. All that playful banter has turned out to be painfully revealing.

“Me neither.”

You nod as your eyes flick over him again.Those pale pink flowers he’s holding are tilted downwards, petals falling onto the wet pavement.

A moment ticks between you both.

… You genuinely like this guy. Like, you’ve always thought he was cute, whatever– but, this stupid walk has shown you so many new shades of him. And you’re dying to unsheath more. There’s a whole person to discover beneath those polite smiles, you can tell he’s dying to show you...

And, for Tom, he’s still caught up in your kind but mighty gesture. It’s so simple, so plain, yet it’s shaken him to his core. Maybe it was the emotions he had prepared for the set, or the heavy clothes, or the unrelenting rain, or the inviting vanilla scent beneath the umbrella– but he is hopelessly enamored.

He wants to stay.

Right here.

… But, this is just a 15 minute exchange. A random day of the week, an odd hour in the evening, a shifted schedule, a sudden spout of rain. When you turn the corner, you’ll be on a date and back to your life he knows nothing about. And he’ll be hopping back to set, acting his heart out and jetting to his next project.

… There isn’t any space for one another… besides this lovely walk in the drizzle, beneath a shared umbrella.

It’s all romantically, beautifully… helpless.

And you’re surprisingly at peace with that.

You watch him again, pushing aside your anxieties and look him in the eye. They’re dark and unwavering, striking your heart with fiery intensity. You want to turn away, but you don’t, hoping he can read your eyes too.

“This… isn’t a sad thing, Tom.”

You speak your thoughts aloud.

“It’s really, really heartening to know that I can click with someone so seamlessly like this. And that you can too.”

This not a beginning, this is not an end… this is a moment we can visit back fondly.

The man in front of you smiles softly. He shuts his eyes and pinches his brows.

“You… don’t think that this could be the one time for… forever?”

You’re stunned again, by his earnest and unwavering romance. It’s almost so innocent that you want to laugh; not at his expense, but just the absurdity and timing of it all. That.. you were thinking it too.

You clear your throat; you indulge in fantasy, but your head cannot ignore reality.

“I think… that this is a crazy, wild, beautiful moment I’ll remember forever… I’m– I’m not sure what that means… for us.”

His eyes cast downwards, and he rubs his nose again. You can see him tense, and you instantly feel sorry for what you’ve said. You straighten and reach out to him, but he cuts in first.

“What’s the difference between meeting this person for the first time, and meeting me? Why… not take this chance… on me?”

You can taste every note of his voice, and it casts chills down your spine.

The rain roars alongside your heart. You can’t believe it hasn’t let up this entire time. And that neither has he.

Tom Holland, soaked to the bone, dark hair swirling on his skin, earnest brown eyes and jagged pout. Effortlessly charming, too good to be true.

You just smile at him, feeling oddly mature and wise. You’re not sure if this is a “run away with a cute boy” kind of day, or one where you cut your losses before you even enter the ring.

It’s been a lovely daydream, to say the least.

“Why don’t we think on it?” you velvety suggest, eyes crinkling against your will. You beam at the romance of it all – even when you don’t entirely know what the right decision is.

“Like.. take a raincheck?” Tom laughs bitterly, a dark edge that makes you swoon.

“Mhmm.”

You just officially met the guy– but your whole body already breathes for him. You’re already scared of what things will be like without him.

The same as it’s always been, I guess.

“I… go one with my little life, and you with yours.” You voice clicks, trying your best to sound hopeful. “Let the universe give us a sign if this is meant to be more than a moment.”

Tom purses his lips, then smiles sadly. He tilts his head and you stare at the angles of his nose, the quirk in his smile, the edge of his chin. You can see the million thoughts zipping through his head; the absurdity, curiosity, defeat, romance, humor– all of it.

“I’m not really a ‘leave it up to fate’ kind of guy.” He tongues his cheek and calls your name softly.

“You’ll know how you feel... the second you leave me.”

His words hang in the air, begging for you to reach out to take them back.

You shake it away, hugging yourself and shivering slightly. You bite wistfully,

“How do I even know that you’re not totally bullshitting me right now. There’s no way you’ve fallen in love with me in the past 10 minutes.”

“11 minutes now,” Tom shrugs, as if admitting you like someone is that easy.

He asks you to hold the dewy bouquet and you do, hugging it against yourself. Now with an arm free, he throws it over your shoulders and directs you to walk again. The steps feel heavier now, but he gleefully adds,

“Favorite few minutes of my life, and counting.”

Fucking. Cheese. Ball.

“Well, this is the weirdest afternoon of my life. I don’t hate it, but I can’t… figure it out. Figure you… out.” You sigh, not exasperatedly but out of relief… finally vocalizing the tension. Your gaze washes over him, memorizing the pretty slopes and grooves of his face.

You don’t… know if you fully believe in his interest– his infatuation, with you… or whatever this is. You’ve genuinely never felt this instant affinity for someone. Maybe the rain is bringing out some natural pheromones, making the mood. The scent of his dreamy cologne mixing with the evening dew. Or the fact that you’re date-ready and he was acting as a man in love; that definitely had to have added to the layers of undeniable attraction, right?

“Can I ask… what were you guys filming, exactly?”

What did I crash through? To throw you in a loop like this–

Tom chuckles, almost bitterly and you realize that you’re only a few shops down from the restaurant. Your steps slow as your heart squeezes.

“An ad for cologne. I’m playing a man who’s walking home after being stood up on a date. You know how they go.”

“Ouch,” you mumble at the irony. You muster your most unaffected laugh as you look over him, “Sorry, bud.”

He glances at you and nods slowly. Your theories aren’t wrong; your individual days have led up to this turning point, heightening all lovey-dovey senses; both wound tight. You’ve been feeling this longing before you’ve even left each other.

You just don’t know what to do with it.

Tom guides you both under an awning, a space where two brick buildings create a bit of an insert. You both wordlessly squeeze into it, bumping elbows and knees. Then he lowers the umbrella, setting it to the floor.

He looks at you, really looks at you. All warm chocolatey eyes and dark hair that’s beginning to curl at the ends. His shoulders pinch upwards as he laments,

“Sorry, I can’t walk you right to the door.” He sucks in a deep breath and adds, “I really, really don't want to see you go.”

“It’s okay,” you coo, holding the flowers up higher so that the petals kiss your nose and chin. You offer sincerely, “I appreciate you accompanying me at all.”

He stands still, watching you fondly. You feel too seen, hunching your shoulders and burying your face deeper into the flowers. The smell is sickening sweet, clouding your mind. He must have seen it in your face, because he smirks knowingly. He brushes the petals away from your cheeks, the pads of his fingers burn deliciously against your damp skin.

“Now… I have to ask you something.”

“Yeah…?” your breath hitches, and he watches the rise and fall of your chest.

“Do you kiss on the first date?” He asks sincerely, stepping into your bubble, one hand pushing your armful of flowers down. His smoky cologne replaces the sweet essence, making your heart race.

You can hardly believe the sight before your eyes, Tom Holland making moves on you in first person perspective lol.

What a fucking day.

A huge grin stretches across your face, to his relief, and you bite down on your bottom lip to stop the laughter from bubbling up. He continues to utilize those puppy dog eyes patiently, as you compose yourself.

“You would really kiss me now, right before I go on another date where I might get kissed again?”

“Yeah, if you let me.”

You turn your head, smiling brightly into your shoulder. You mumble, “WOW. The guy I’m meeting next seriously has no chance, huh?”

All the guys.

“I’m going to make sure you never forget me,” Tom proclaims haughtily, smiting you with his earnesty and ballsy game.

“I promise I won’t.”

He chuckles as his eyes rake down you. Your whole body vibrates, brazenly begging to be touched. You itch to reach out to him, but your mind hesitates– and he senses that.

“Don’t worry, If ‘The Universe” doesn’t give you a sign, I will.”

Ha-ha.

Smiles disappear and are replaced with glossy, parted lips and heated faces. Tom steps closer, making you back into the brick wall. His hands pin your upper arms into place, as he leans in with a tilted head. You grip the bouquet in your hand tight, and it slaps against the wall.

You giggle nervously, but you love, love this dominant side flaring out of him. It excites you so much you let out a lush sigh. His lip quirks upwards, obviously pleased by your reaction.

His strong hands smooth up your arms, peeling you from the wall, and he pulls your close. You’re engulfed in an innocent–enough bear hug, a little surprised. Your hands are trapped between at first, but you manage to wriggle them out, and hug him back with the flower petals falling around you both.

It’s the kind of hug that swallows you, that you melt into, that you wish you could wear as a blanket every night… it’s nice.

His hands spread and crawl up your back, and then another tangles into your hair, holding your face against his shoulder. He tugs and smothers you against his collar.

Your nipples pinch in pleasant surprise, and you hug deeper to make sure he can’t see that expressed written all over your face.

The smell of his damn cologne swirls in your mind, and you make a promise to buy whatever the hell perfume he’s advertising when it comes out. You want to trap this moment in a bottle, to revisit at a spritz. You already imagine yourself reminiscing to this day, before the best part has even happened.

After a few seconds of holding on for dear life, Tom leans back first and your eyes refocus on one another. His dark lashes are wet and clumped together. His pink lip trembles from the cold, and his freckles disappear into a slight blush.

“You’re really pretty…” you whisper, all sense squeezed out of you.

Tom laughs and thanks you, shaking his head.

“... Close your eyes for me, will you?” He murmurs, his fingernails gently scratching the base of your neck.

Your skin prickles with anticipation, and you follow. You shut your eyes, and tilt your head down, unconsciously holding your breath.

You can hear him scoff and shuffle. Tom places a knuckle under your chin, raising your head.

First you feel a flutter of heat on your forehead, a peck on your nose, then his soft minty breath fans across your cheek.

Your fingers flex, and they find his body, smoothing up his solid chest. The flowers in your hand swish against your cheeks.

Tom kisses you at the base of your ear, a soft suckle that soon drags across your jaw.

Then, you feel his lips hover while his fingers tighten, threaded through your hair. He pulls your head back, and kisses the side of your mouth, daring you to smile.

Oh my–

His soft lips slide across yours, a chaste kiss at first. He coaxes you to part your lips, and you gently fit into place together.

Heat rushes across your face, starting from the bud of your lips. Your hands snake up higher, wrapping your arms over his shoulder and holding him tight against you.

Tug and slide, tug and slide.

This… this is the moment.

You can imagine a melancholy 70s song playing over this kiss in the rain, pink petals falling around you. All the love to give, but not enough time in the day. Slow but urgent.

You suckle on his bottom lip, trying not to leave a teasing bite as he pulls away. You could have been making out for hours, and it would always feel too soon to stop.

Tom kisses the other side of your mouth as it splits into a smile.

And that’s it.

He pulls his head back, and the warmth disappears, grays and blues take its place.

You open your eyes, and he’s taken a step back, just far enough that only the tips of your shoes touch. His eyes crinkle into an adoring expression.

You catch your breath; body pulsing and heart hammering from those tempting touches.

It was just one kiss, and you’re shattering over here.

“I-is that how you end all your first dates?” your voice cracks against your will. You clear your throat and fall back against the wall. You hug the flowers close again, and they look like they wink at you.

“Gotta leave ‘em wanting more,” Tom shrugs, leaning back and mirroring your pose. He smirks, but breaks into a full smile, bowing his head to hide it from you.

You laugh, watching his head bob. You start to play the possibilities, but your mind won’t let you commit to it.

Ha, I don’t think I can even imagine “more.”

You break the tension, phishing off the wall and waving the bouquet towards him.

“Well, wow. We totally just shared a moment.”

“Mhm,” he smiles lazily, taking the flowers gently, clasping his hand over yours. “We did.”

You want to ask him if he felt the sparks flying, but stop yourself. He lets go of you, and you straighten up together, side by side.

You gaze at one another, at the edge of the opening in the brick wall. Tom looks tired, and you’re sorry that he’s walked you all this way again. That he’s… “fallen in love” with you, and you don’t know how to feel about it all.

“Thank you.” You hum.

“Mhm.” He hums back.

He waits a bit, angled towards you but with nothing to say. He blinks hard, pressing his face into a hard line. He looks regretful before he smoothes himself back to neutral. His voice is warm but firm,

“Alright, go on. Get inside now. To your date.”

You face chills, but you nod stiffly, psyching yourself up.

Fate, you better give us a sign.

“This is the part where you say goodbye and wish me luck.” You try to tease, as he hands you your umbrella. The handle is still warm, but his touch will fade.

Your heart is still pounding so hard, you can’t fully register that you’re already sad about his departure.

Regardless, you both share the same smile, knowing this might be just a 15 minute moment. You might never see each other again. No contacts to exchange other than first names, no personal info, no tastes to remember other than that killer first kiss…

And that’s okay.

Right?

Tom pulls out a single flower from the bouquet and hands it towards you.

“Luck.”

You take it gratefully, and your eyes settle on a bright and cheery pink flower– unaffected by the gray rain and crossroads. Your heart swells from this memento, and you shove your precious umbrella into his hands. After fussing, he reluctantly keeps it and you just laugh,

“Keep it. Please use it on your way back.”

Tom nods slowly, tilting his head to the side. He weighs it in his hand and his dark eyes shine with fondness again,

“Thank you.”

All loose ends have been tied, and you can say that this is a satisfying ending. You give him a beaming smile and bring the flower close to your face, before stepping back into the light drizzle.

“See you around, Tom.”

Tom bows his head, taking a step out too, opening the umbrella and holding it overhead. There’s still a fire in his eyes, but he lifts the flowers and gives you a devastatingly handsome smile.

“You too.”

You turn away before you can feel anything, and he runs back off into the graying rain.

Like two ships that pass in the night, you never expect to meet again.

…

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Months have passed since that shimmering, rainy day, and since then you’ve one on about two total dates with that guy A.T. (After Tom).

That first one was magical, and you weren’t nervous at all– excitedly chatting and having a nice walk in the rain. He had luckily brought you an umbrella and walked you home. That date ended with a half-hug and social media trade. The filming had ended by then, without a trace that it had even happened on your home street.

But then came the second date… and it lacked the spark. They were nice, but the glow had worn off.

No third date.

It’s fine, you’re not disappointed. In fact, you’re more determined than ever to find that sparkle and fizzle with someone else. Out of the desire for partnership and spite.

Sheeeesh, you hope that Tom Holland hadn’t ruined ALL dates for you. But deep down, you know that you’ll never replicate that movie-magic kiss in the rain.

You smile whenever you think back to it, and glance towards the (now) dried flower you hung inside of a glass frame. It’s the only reminder that what had happened was real.

Sigh.

Today is another relentless, rainy day that fills you with nostalgia and longing. And even though you said that the universe would give you a sign, you find yourself venturing out during downpours for a chance to bump into a familiar famous face.

Armed with a new umbrella, you duck out and head to a local cafe. You order yourself a huuuuge hot drink– a reward for your troubles.

You mull over the idea of putting yourself back out there, of looking for the next date… the next shot at a knight in shining armor…

… And as you check instagram, the universe slides into your stories.

Tom Holland has posted a new IG story.

Speak of the devil.

Your heart warms, as he often doesn’t do so. He’s only updated a handful of times since you last saw him. And you laugh bitterly at the tragic comedy that YOU follow him, and he’d have no idea who you even were out of the millions that follow and view his stories.

Even if he was looking for you, how could he ever know?

You shake off the thought.

You fish around your pockets and put in earbuds, in case he decides to serenade the millions with his guitar. Finally settled, you open it.

It’s a short clip of the commercial– the street immediately recognizable. Your heart skips a beat as you swipe up to the link and watch it.

Oh my god, this is it.

The clip opens with Tom walking out of a restaurant into the pouring rain. He runs, then slows to a steady pace, totally drenched. The music is rich and low as they capture shots of rain dripping down his nose and neck, white shirt clinging on tight muscles under his blazer– whew.

You look over your shoulder, and hope that no one notices how wide your eyes are or how tightly you’re clutching your phone. You cover your mouth with your hand and continue on.

The commercial rolls on, capturing b-roll of the sky, his shoes, the bouquet gripped by his veined hand. The plot is unclear, and the music dips even deeper. Tom comes ‘home’ into some dim, warmly lit apartment with a killer view. He strips his top and grips the countertop in the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror, turning his face side to side. Dark, wet hair clings the nape of his neck, and the camera pans down the strong columns of his back.

It focuses on the amber bottle of cologne on the counter, then to a shot of it being sprayed onto tanned skin. He looks into the mirror again, devilishly sexy and with renewed confidence.

The doorbell rings and he turns, only his dark eyes shine over his shoulder, amusedly. He begins to walk to the door, and the brand name flourishes overtop of the shot. Suddenly, we’re outside of his apartment door, and he opens it. There’s a gratuitous shot of his body lounged against the door, as his eyes flick up to the camera, at you.

His voice huskily breaks the rising tune,

“You again?”

And it fades to black, with the title and last few fading notes.

Oh my god, chills… you think to yourself as you blink at the blank screen. You face flushes hot as you think about your shared kiss, and how his voice rumbled in your fucking ear.

It felt like he was calling you. Not the millions, you.

Though, you suppose anyone with ear buds could feel that way.

Whatever, that moment, the flower on the wall and now this commercial feel like such treasures.

Obscure, precious, fleeting treasures that you may never be able to fully share with anyone else. You’re not even sure if you’d want to share this story with anyone.

You laugh to yourself as you sip the coffee, laying your phone down and looking out the window. You watch the rain dance and race down the pane. You lose yourself to the ambiance of chatter and muffled music.

Once you blink back into reality, you pick up your phone and it unlocks back to IG. You notice that there’s still a lit circle around Tom’s icon in the stories tab.

That’s odd, cos he usually just posts once and fucks off for weeks.

Unless it’s a double post, lol.

You take a deep breath, and open it.

It opens to a black screen with white typewriter text that reads,

“There’s someone I’d like to meet again…”

Your finger shakes as you tap next.

You’re now greeted with a grainy, stylish black and white film reel looking clip. It looks like the beginning of the ad, Tom standing at the edge of the crosswalk with rain pouring around him.

The camera is still and far off, so instead of looking sexy… he just looks soaked and sad.

Then, a familiar shape and umbrella cut across diagonally. A person approaches him, and they initially hesitate as they come towards the crossing… then lift the umbrella over Tom’s head.

The shot shakily zooms forward, and there’s a moment where they both just look at each other. Only grainy profiles beneath one umbrella.

Your heart leaps, when it registers this moment.

In the clip, Tom bursts out into a big, lively grin, pivoting so that you can see the flowers against his chest. Color returns into the clip, and everything is yellow and blue and gray, spots of warmth amongst the dreary rain. He rocks back into a laugh, and your figure does too.

The clip ends and flicks to the next story, a simple rainy street view.

You see a pale hand gripping a familiar, worn umbrella handle. The camera shows the buildings around him, and everything falls into place. You recognize the street he’s on, the crosswalk.

This is it.

The text in the bottom corner has you scrambling out of your seat and running back into the pouring rain. You retrace your steps to that day and actually welcome the sting of cold rain on your face.

Fuck waiting for your knight in shining armor.

You’ll find him yourself.

“See you soon xx”

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