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leafatlaw · 9 months
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ROLAN IS SO CICADA CODED. He left the shell of himself back in galloway. He left a shell in chicago hes chnaging and chancging and hes so ship of thesus. AND HE TOOK THE CICADA away when he left but the night he returned it was like dummer the way the woods SANG
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f10werfae · 1 year
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Winner winner, Chicken Dinner
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pairing: Soccer!College!Tom Holland x Quiet!Reader
summary: Tom teases and gushes over his shy bookworm of a girlfriend, which includes bringing her everywhere with him and making sure she’s well fed (requested by anon)
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“Come on baby, you aren’t coming to my game?” Tom whined into Y/n’s neck, his lips kissing her neck softly, his hands groping her chest affectionately before moving down to her waist. “I-I don’t know Tommy, we haven’t actually made ourselves official in the school” Y/n gasped looking around the library, thank God she usually chose the secluded tables at the back.
“I don’t care love, we can make it official today or something, come on I brought you my soccer shirt to wear. All the other guys are bringin their girls” Tom pouted pulling back to pull the shirt showing “Holland” and the number 7 on the back, before putting the shirt into his girlfriend’s bag on the table filled with books.
“I’ll see okay? I found this new book series and I have that solo project due on Tuesday-“ Y/n rambled fixing her t-shirt, Tom’s brown eyes seeing her start to panic at the thought at being in such a crowded place, knowing how much she valued her own private space; which is what made it so funny as to how she started dating Tom.
The poor boy doesn’t leave her alone at all, whether it’s lowkey checking her out in the hallways, giving her secret rides home and the amount of nights he comes over to Y/n’s house just to see her. Hell Y/n’s parents at this point were prepared to give Tom his own set of keys to their house, this man didn’t know what space was when it came to Y/n.
“You know what? It’s okay you don’t gotta come love, I know how crowded places get you. But you have to promise that we go out to eat after we win” Tom smirked wiggling his eyebrows at his girl, watching her start to grow flustered before kissing his cheek and nod excitedly.
“Okok I promise Tommy, I l-love you” She said looking at the ground, then the ceiling, basically anywhere but Tom’s eyes, feeling his fingers hold onto her jaw,
“Say it louder, didn’t quite hear you” He teased placing a kiss onto the corner of her mouth, “I love you, n’ I promise to go out with you tonight” Y/n said more confidently this time, her hands twiddling with each other under the comfort of her hoodie (which was actually his, but he lets her off with it) “I love you too baby” Tom replied happily, kissing her lips one more time before setting off for some last minute soccer practice until his big match later on today.
Y/n looked at the black and white shirt sitting on top of her backpack, a fog of doubt clouding her head as she closed over her new book and textbooks. Instead choosing to take off Tom’s hoodie she was wearing, putting on his soccer shirt, the smell of his cologne still fresh on it. Packing up her book bag she headed into the corridor, watching the rest of the student body dressed in the school colours start to head to the football pitch.
Once she was out to the pitch she saw the other players’ girlfriends sitting on the front row, the typical but nice well known girls, but not really Y/n’s type of crowd. Y/n instead climbed to the highest row of seats, deciding on wanting to have a full view of the match. Within minutes the referee’s whistle blew and on came Tom, his usual gear on, but something was different this time.
Why was there a heart stitched onto the left side of his chest?
This wasn’t Y/n’s first time at one of his games, but it was her first time since they started dating 5 months ago. Time was slowly picking up in the match, with the scores being tied 1-1 with the opposing team, Tom was very visibly stressed out. His rands roughly combing through his hair every few seconds, there were a few run ins and shoves with the opposite team, lots of swearing and arguing with the referee. But that was just the game.
With only a few minutes left, Tom’s team was awarded a penalty with him being asked to take it. The crowd went silent watching Tom run up to take the goal, and Y/n swore this was more suspenseful that any book she had ever read.
AND IT’S IN
The whole section of them jumped up screaming, next thing you know Tom had kissed his palm before placing it onto the heart stitched onto his shirt, something that made Y/n’s heart beat a million times a minute. Realising she was the only one left standing from the crowd she felt embarrassed, only for her eyes to meet Tom’s which were now as wide as saucers.
“BAAAABYYYY” Tom Shouted cupping his mouth with his hands, his chest heaving once he stopped, thanks for that Tom
Y/n thought watching everyone’s head turn towards her, as Tom jumped the fence and began running up the steps to her seat.
“Y-you came, you actually came, A-AND YOURE WEARING MY SHIRT!” Tom gushed hugging her tightly to him, jumping up and down like a kid at Christmas. “W-well yeah I wanted to come support my boyfriend” Y/n said pulling down his shirt to look at it clearly, it was a heart stitched with her initials on it
“Oh! Baby that’s for you, just so you’re with me even if you don’t come to my games. Every goal is for you love” Tom said giggly, his cheeks starting to go a bit red, “I love it Tommy, and I love you even more”
Y/n said quietly just enough for them two to hear, the rest of the students had now basically left with the match being over. “Really?! I mean, of course, I love you too Y/n/n” Tom said clearing his throat, watching his teammate hand him up his duffel bag, before saying their goodbyes.
“Don’t you wanna go celebrate with the boys first?” Y/n asked confused watching the rest of the team walk out with their coach, trophy in hand. “Nah i’d rather celebrate it with my girl, just you and me and some good food” Tom said wrapping his arm around her shoulder, taking her book bag off her shoulder and carrying it himself. “That sounds good to me Tommy” Y/n said looking up at him, her hand holding onto the one wrapped around her as they headed to his car
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leafatlaw · 9 months
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this is ridiculous, at this rate im going to have to change my pfp back to rand fanart
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