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enha-doodles · 12 days

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Hey can you do a reaction to Slytherin boys reacting to the reader being a bookworm ?

Thankyou 💗💗

SLYTHERIN GUYS REACTION TO YOU BEING A BOOKWORM | ✧⁺。

Pairing : ( Mattheo , Tom , Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco ) x reader

Note : tysm for the request and i hope you enjoy it hehe 🤭🤭

Warnings : none

Mattheo Riddle

Even though Mattheo thinks reading sessions are about as thrilling as watching paint dry compared to his usual parties, he puts on a brave face for your sake because he loves you so much . He sticks around while you bury your nose in books, though his mind might wander to livelier activities. Despite the occasional yawn, he's willing to endure the quiet moments for his darling , he is a romantic and caring guy afterall

Tho he'll complain and whine all the while you won't pay attention to him and roll his eyes upon your books

Tom Riddle

Tom secretly enjoys the peaceful vibe when you're both lost in your own literary worlds. He won't admit it out loud, but he finds it oddly comforting to share comfortable silences with you, even if he'd rather be plotting world domination. Who knew the Dark Lord had a soft spot for reading?

He'd leave some of his books on your table so you'd read them , he loves seeing you smile while you read something interesting especially of his choice , your reactions making him obsessed fall deeper for you .

Theodore Nott

Theodore scratches his head trying to figure out why you're so obsessed with books, but he's a good sport about it. He might ask you why on earth you spend so much time with your nose buried in pages, but hey, to each their own, right? As long as you're happy, he's cool with it, even if he doesn't get it.

He is someone who is smart without much effort - that is the reason he doesn't understand your affection with books , which also has some people wonder why he's not into ravenclaw but then his Slytherin tendencies prove his loyalty to his house

Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo is like a kid in a candy store when he realizes you both share a love for books. He's all in, racing you to finish books first and gleefully bragging when he beats you to the last page. Who knew reading could be such a competitive sport? But hey, it's all in good fun, right?

He's also a very literature typa guy so he'd have you on his lap while you're cuddled into him and you're both reading the same book . You have many of your dates in the library and none of you seem to mind .

Draco Malfoy

Draco puts up a fuss about your bookworm tendencies, claiming they're not even close to being as exciting as qudditch or poker or any other rich kid shit he has done . But secretly, he's low-key intrigued by what you're reading. He'll grumble about it, of course, but then he'll sneakily ask about the plot or characters, trying to act like he's not interested. Classic Draco, always putting on a show.

He's also very bratty so he'll be annoyed af if he's speaking and you'll tell him to shut up because you're on a good part atm coz sweetheart does he look like he cares ? He does

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vivwritesfics · 18 days

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One of my series only has a few chapters left so I wanna know what you guys want next (poll at the bottom, give each description a read)

Seb x Ferrari!reader

Her last name is Ferrari and she hates it. She hates everything about F1, even if she has to attend races. But she doesn't hate him, the young, talented Red Bull driver who was winning races left, right and centre. So why the Fuck did he have to join Ferrari?

Mafia!max x bianchi!reader

Charles couldn't help but feel protective over her. With her brother dead, he stepped up to the role, and became a vicious beast whenever anyone approached her. He kept her well protected, though. So much so that Max shouldn't know who she is. But he does and he wants her

Rich kids club (carlando x stroll reader)

Daddy's girl gets everything she wants. Daddy's girl has more money than anybody could ever need at her fingertips. Daddy's girl wants a ferrari driver and a mclaren driver. Daddy's girl doesn't know the mean of the words 'can't have both'

Norstappen x Holland!reader

Tom Holland. The word thought they knew him and his siblings from interviews and social media presence. But they didn't know her. Maybe because she didn't go by Holland. Max and Lando didn't know her as Holland when they fell for her. So why the hell was Tom introducing her as his sister (musician!reader)

Mafia!Lance x babysitter!reader

She was sweet and kind and good with kids. That was why Lawrence had hired her to take care of his grandchild. And, in part, to take care of Lance. But Lance was never supposed to fall for her. He was never supposed to put her in the world of danger that came with that.

THE CHOICE IS YOURS MY LOVES, VOTE BELOW

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lnfours · 1 year

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summer loving (two) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 2.2k

⌙ warnings: swearing, tom being an asshole lowkey, sam being sweet as ever, some fluff and ANGST as hell. a special guest appearance that’ll be important later on!!!! it’s lowkey driving me crazy.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter one ⎸ chapter three ⎸ listen

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you sat on the sofa in the living room, absentmindedly scrolling through netflix. you had been on the beach earlier with sam, the two of you catching some waves at sunrise. watching the sun come up as you sat on your board was another one of your favorite things to do during the summer, the view alone being breath taking.

you were about to click on a show in your watchlist as nikki sat down next to you, two cups of coffee in her hand as she handed you one. you smiled at her, sitting up as you grabbed the mug.

“thank you.”

“of course,” she smiled, “figured you’d need it since you had to deal with sam so early.”

you chuckled, “it was my idea, so i had no choice but to suffer his wrath.”

she let out a giggle before taking a sip of her coffee, “hey, i’ve got a question for you.”

you hummed back, sipping your own coffee, “what’s up?”

“so, my friend carol at the country club was saying that this year one of the girls who was a big sister for this year’s debutante ball got sick and she can’t do it this year. i was wondering, since you did it when you were the other girls’ age, would you be interested in doing it?”

you cringed at the mention of the debutante ball. you had agreed to do be a debutante when you turned 16, wanting to give nikki the opportunity to see you, who she considered a daughter, live out the same experience she had when she was at that age. you actually had a good time, but the thought of going back with cut throat girls who care way too much about what dress they’re wearing made you cringe.

but, you knew nikki would want you to do it. so, you felt like you couldn’t say no. plus, you had a great big sister when you were going through the program and the idea of being that for another girl kind of made you excited.

“uhm, sure,” you shrugged, “why not?”

she smiled as she let out a squeal, hugging you. you laughed, hugging her back, “oh my god, thank you! thank you, thank you, thank you!”

you giggled as she rose from her seat, “i’ll call carol right now.”

you nodded, sighing as you mentally slapped yourself. you knew what you were signing up for, but the idea of getting all dressed up again was a plus. you watched as harry entered the room, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his mom who happily ran back to the kitchen before looking back at you.

“what’s that all about?”

you sighed as he took the seat next to you, “the curse of rich people, that’s what.”

“i’m gonna need you to elaborate.”

you were about to speak when your phone started to buzz, looking down you saw an incoming facetime call. you sprung up from your seat, taking the coffee from the table before running to the stairs, “i’ll explain later!”

he shook his head, grabbing the remote from the arm of the couch as he mumbled under his breath, “girls, man.”

you shut your bedroom door, answering the call as you smiled, “hey! i’ve been meaning to call!”

“shut up and tell me all the spicy details right now.” your best friend, kat, laughed. you smiled back, rolling your eyes. the two of you had been friends since elementary school, a life long bond. besides the hollands, kat was your only other longest friend.

“what details?” you asked, playing dumb as you propped your phone on the vanity that sat in the corner of the room.

“oh my god, don’t play dumb! the tom drama!”

you sighed, “well, nothing’s really happened besides the fact that we almost kissed-”

“you guys almost kissed?!” she cut you off. you laughed again, shaking your head.

“it was nothing, nothing happened! we didn’t kiss, we didn’t do anything at all… thanks to sam.”

“sam?”

“yeah, he came down to the beach when tom and i were about to kiss and made us jump apart. he didn’t really look happy about the whole thing, either.”

“i told you, y/n! i told you, sam has a thing for you!”

you shook your head, “or maybe he just doesn’t want his big brother kissing one of his best friends.”

“oh, come on!” she laughed, “sam has a thing for you! trust me!”

you shrugged, “i don’t think so, kat.”

“okay, whatever you say. but tell me about this kiss, though? when? where? how?”

you began explaining the story to her and she gasped, you nodding your head as she sat in disbelief. of course she knew about the fact that you’ve been totally crazy about tom ever since you were younger, she knew about everything in your life. she was literally your right hand man, someone you could tell anything and everything to.

you spent the next 30 minutes on the phone with her, catching up. just as you had ended the call, there was a knock on your bedroom door.

“come in,” you answered as sam poked his head in through the crack.

“wanna go into town with me? kinda craving a bagel.”

you smiled, “is that even a question?”

“downstairs in 10?” he smiled back at you. you nodded as he closed the door behind him. you grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts, quickly changing as you grabbed your wallet and sunglasses. you slipped on your flip flops before making your way down the steps. you stood in the living room as you watched the boys sitting on the couch, standing next to sam as you took in the sight in front of the both of you.

harry, austin and paddy were all a sniffling mess on the couch, wiping the tears from under their eyes as they looked at the tv.

“what’s wrong with them?”

“the notebook.” sam smirked back.

“it’s a great movie!” austin defended, handing a tissue to harry. you bit back a laugh, covering your mouth to avoid the laugh from slipping out. sam grabbed the keys from off the table, shaking his head as he looked back at you.

“ready for a delicious bagel?”

“always.”

“wait, you guys are going to ken’s?” paddy asked, looking up at his older brother.

“yeah, want something?”

“my usual, please.” he smiled, wiping his face with the neck of his t-shirt. you let out a giggle as sam nodded, the both of you making your way to the jeep in the driveway. you hopped in the passenger seat, snatching the aux cord from the cup holder before sam could get to it.

“okay, if you’re gonna play music, at least play good music.”

you let out a fake gasp as you held a hand up to your heart, “rude! my music taste is better than yours!”

“debatable.”

you smacked his arm playfully as he pulled out of the driveway. you watched the scenery go past as sam made his way into town, the music playing in the background. you bit the inside of your cheek as you internally debated bringing up what has been up with tom recently.

if anyone would tell you, it’d be sam.

“what’s up with tom recently? i mean, he’s been a little… distant? i guess.”

he shrugged as he looked over at you, “i don’t know. i know he’s been down ever since he found out about alexis, but he’s been this way since he got home. i think he’s just trying to process everything.”

you nodded, “‘m just worried about him, you know? i know he works hard, but i think it’s really taking a toll on him.”

sam nodded, “yeah, i don’t know. he’s just been drained recently. he’ll be alright, though. i feel like this summer will pull him out of it.”

you nodded, “yeah, i hope so.”

he pulled up to the bagel shop, parking the car before the both of you got out. he opened the door to the shop for you, making you smile as you walked in. sam followed behind you. the owner of the shop smiled, seeing sam as he greeted him.

“mr. holland! welcome back to the island!”

sam laughed, “‘sup, ken. can i get-”

“your usuals? i’ve got you, sam.”

“thanks, mate.”

“of course, anything for my favorite customer!”

you and sam made small talk, smiling as ken called sam’s name.

“anything else for you, son?”

“that’ll do it, ken. thank you.”

“of course! you enjoy it! tell your mom and dad i said hello.”

“sure thing.”

sam paid for the food before grabbing the brown bag. you opened the door for him, making him laugh.

“wow, thank you, miss.”

“of course, sir.”

the ride back to the house was quiet, nothing but the sound of your summer playlist playing through the speakers. you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with tom. you knew that he was having a hard time with things, but to go MIA for hours a day, it wasn’t like him.

which is why you were surprised that you saw his black audi parked outside of the house when you got back. your heart beat quickened, the two of you walking inside as you followed the commotion coming from the kitchen. you smiled, placing the bag of bagels down on the island as everyone settled down. you and sam shared a look at everyone’s sudden quietness, wondering what it was that they didn’t want you two knowing about.

“hey, sweetie,” your mom smiled, “we were just talking about what we’re going to do for your birthday in a couple weeks.”

“nikki’s talking about having a party.” harry blurted and austin elbowed him. you laughed, handing out the bagels as you shook your head.

“we don’t have to have a party, nikki.”

“no, but it’d be fun! we haven’t had a party here for you since you were 21.”

“plus, haz and tuwaine could come in, and kat. i’m sure they’d all love to come.” tom suggested, everyone nodding at the idea. you shrugged, opening the foil wrapping of your bagel before taking a bite.

“it’ll be fun, y/n,” sam said, agreeing with the others, “let us celebrate you.”

you sighed, knowing you were going to lose this fight, “god, alright! fine, but i don’t want anything big. us, maybe a few girls from the deb if any of them aren’t unbearable, kat, tuwaine and haz. that’s it. nothing big, please.”

“the deb?” austin asked, “aren’t you a little too old for the deb?”

you rolled your eyes, “not too old to be a big sister.”

“you’re gonna be a big?” your mom asked and you looked over at nikki who smiled.

“i asked her this morning, one of the girls they had as a big can’t do it because she got sick. i told them that y/n would fill her place. i think it’d be fun, y’know? having a little sister, being a mentor for a girl. it’s exciting.”

“you don’t have to go to the ball do you?” paddy asked, scrunching his nose at the memory of you going to the deb ball. you shrugged, looking over at nikki.

“no, she doesn’t have to. she’s just there to be a mentor.”

“good, deb balls are bullshit, anyway.” tom mumbled. the boys agreed and you locked eyes with tom.

“they’re not bullshit.” you said back.

“really? being around girls who are too worried about the price of a dress and the way their hair looks than anything else?”

“so you’re saying i suddenly care about the way my hair looks?”

“clearly not.” he shot back, looking at the messy bun on the top of your head. you narrowed your eyes at him as sam let out a whistle, widening his eyes at the fact that he knows his brother is about to be in deep shit.

“y’know what, at least i actually converse with the family and i’m not always off doing god knows what.”

everyone fell silent, listening to the both of you hash it out. you weren’t sure where his sudden outburst came from, but you knew it was kind of uncalled for.

“just saying, the deb isn’t your scene. never was, never will be.”

you rolled your eyes, “right, because you know what’s best for me.”

“okay, let’s chill out for a second, guys.” nikki interfered. you got up from your seat at the island, throwing your trash away as you made your way out the back door. you didn’t mean to, but you heard the slam of the door on your way out. you walked down the path to the beach, finding comfort in the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. you sat with your hands in your lap, taking in the view once more.

suddenly, there was a golden retriever running up to you. you smiled, greeting the dog as you pet his head. you laughed as he licked your face, hearing someone call for the dog.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry.” you looked up and smiled, meeting a pair of brown eyes. you smiled back at the boy. he had a head full of brown curls, a perfectly sunkissed body, and a small scar on his cheek. you hadn’t realized that you’d been staring at the stranger, a blush forming on your cheeks as he scanned over your facial features, also.

“no, it’s okay,” you smiled, “he’s just a boy who doesn’t get any lovin’, huh?”

the boy let out a laugh, “yeah, we can say that.”

“what’s his name?”

“tarzan.” he smiled.

“hi, tarzan,” you giggled before looking up at the boy who looked to be around your age, “sorry, i’m y/n. nice to meet you.”

“shawn,” he said, “nice to meet you, too.”

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mehphoobia · 2 years

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DON'T TELL YOUR MOM - Tom Holland one shot

Pairing:- Tom Holland!step brother x Reader

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Summary:- "Shh we don't want mom and dad hear your moans now do we?" he joked. He noticed fresh slick oozing out of you and smirked to himself.

"Moan louder" he commanded.

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Warning- Pure Filth 🤐 that's it | WC:- 1.7k

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Rings and vows were exchanged; promises of never leaving each other again were spoken between your mother and your step dad. God knows if those promises would be kept for long, considering this is your mom’s second marriage and your step dad’s third.

Your step dad was rich wait that’s underrated. Your step dad is filthy rich. Even after diving all of his property between his three sons and now you, he still had enough money to go up and about all by himself. After the traditional wedding ceremony, all the guests were then taken for a cruise for the reception. What’s a 20 year old girl like you gonna do among 60 something years old businessmen and not to mention their wives. So you decided to go hangout with people below the deck.

As soon as you made your way down the stairs, Peter pulled you in squeaking in excitement. “Where were you? Me and ‘Vin were looking all over” he pouted. “I was upstairs, you know these parties and their formalities” you shrugged. “You mean the wedding. Our parent’s. Aren’t you happy? With Arvin, Tom and of course Me” Peter was concerned for you. He knows how much of a new family, new place, new people can get to your head and being the youngest amongst those three, he could connect.

Easing him out you said, “Especially you. I’m really happy with you guys, couldn’t be happier.”

“Oh Sis, don’t worry about the old man, you won’t see him as much, to be honest, neither do we.” Arvin stood behind you holding a glass of not-so-soft-drink. You smiled as you eased out in their comfort. Arvin was an amazing elder brother, caring, supportive and loving. After all he was supposed to take the business on so the responsibilities came to him naturally. Peter, well, obviously was a happy bouncing pumpkin. All the time, he was happy there was finally someone he could take care of.

But the middle one, Tom, was a force to reckon with.

The two brothers pulled you in through the party, in midst of the dancing figures, ugh the stench of all the perfumes mixing together could potentially kill you. So you decided to sit in front of the projector with Peter already passed out on the couch. Figured. That kid

Among the shadows, preying eyes were set on you as you unknowingly sat there innocently. Tom was looking at you hungrily. The way your eyes peeked at the adult movie playing on the screen, how to hid your eyes between your palms during an ‘inappropriate scene’. How smooth your legs were, as the lace of your skirt rested on your thighs. If adjusted, it could give a perfect view of your untouched, virgin womanhood.

As he watched you, he noticed a young man sit beside you and have a small talk just to engage conversation. While talking he slyly slipped his hand on your thighs and Tom noticed how supple your flesh was, as it sank under his fingers which merely grazed your skin. Him and only him, was allowed to experience it around his face, ears and lips as he ate you out.

“Hey Andrew” Tom spoke which startled the young man. “H-Hey Tom”

“Mr. for you, Andrew” Tom spoke coldly. Andrew gulped on the sheer dominance Tom exerted. Tom’s alpha pheromones and aura caused Andrew to trip back and hit the wall as Tom threatened.

“Listen, if I see you near Y/N, tonight or ever again, I’ll start …..peeling your skin …..from the point you touched her. Understood” Tom bent Andrew’s fingers so hard, he could hear his fingers break. Not to startle anyone, Andrew had no choice but to keep quite as he ran away from there.

Tom adjusted his tux as he returned to his seat, set his hair and looked at you again. Sitting there all innocent, blushing at the scenes. “You’re ruining me” he thought. “…and I’ll spoil you.” He continued.

During all the lunch and dinner dates your parents had before the marriage, to get the children bond, bonded too much for Tom. He would drop his cutlery often just to bend down and see your smooth legs and feel them if he was lucky. His fantasies of having bent over and pounding into you over and over again got him hard as he showered and came hard on the wall. Things you were doing to him.

It had been six months since the wedding and your family of six were living in your step dad’s mansion. But somethings had changed, Tom started visiting you often. After his shifts at the office, he would come directly in your room. But not to talk.

He would come and talk about your womanly instincts. How you felt sexually. Discussing all of this with your step brother was weird but after some time it got a little comfortable. Too comfortable.

He then installed a projector in your room, and installed some porn videos and asked you to watch them. You had never seen anything as obscene as this. Hell you never even liked anyone so you never bothered to explore and experience yourself. “Why are you doing this?” you asked Tom, who was sitting their silently, as if nothing happened. “I’m taking care of you, till you find someone, whom you love, so you could all of that with him. I’m your brother right?” he spoke while slowly walking towards you and caressing your face. The hell he was.

It had been weeks, since he was showing you those videos. One particular one of them had a girl touch herself down there. You had never tried it before so you decided to change that today. Hesitantly, as you reached to your panties, you experienced something wet and slimy. But just as you were going to get your hand out feeling disgusted, you hit a spot that got you screaming. You get touching that spot and now in a faster motion and you continued till you felt like peeing. You stopped then and took heavy breaths.

Tom stood there and saw everything. Heard everything. He stood there cupping his bulge which was so hard it was almost numb. He had to do something. So he made a choice.

That night after everyone was sleeping, he went to your room and to his surprise, he saw you, getting off to the mobile phone. You kept the vibration mode on and on your soft spot. Tom slowly walked in and saw you.

Eyes closed, mouth apart and a sheen of sweat covering your body, reflecting light from all the right places. Your boobs were swollen as you kept denying yourself an orgasm as you thought you were about to pee.

He got on his knees and found his opening as he attached his lips on your red and swollen lips. You jolted at the sudden pleasure only to be calmed down by Tom.

“Hey babygirl, big brother’s gonna help you now, let go” he said circling your sensitive pearl. “I think…I think..ahhhh I’m gonna pee” you talked half moaned. “Let go babygirl, cum on my tongue.”

You heard what he said and let yourself go, “Tom, ahhhh, Tom please” you whispered as you came on his tongue. It drove him crazy, the way you moaned his name. You were meant to be his. Even if you weren’t no one else was getting you anyways, you were his in every literal sense.

As you came down from your euphoric high, you were bought to reality with Tom’s zip being open and stroking his rick hard dick. “To-“ you tried to speak only to be mummed later. “Shhh” he placed his fingers on your lips to shut up, the sift pink flesh, he wondered how it tasted until he did. The kiss was soft and slow as he started to explore every bit of your mouth, your tongues touched and lapped with a slow and soft chaste. But to your surprise, the slow and chaste motion was broken when he pulled you towards himself, grabbed your legs and spread them wide.

“It’ll hurt, you’ll have to take me well babygirl” Tom commanded. All you could do was nod. You never felt all those things before, so wet, so supple so ready and all for him. He lubricated himself with his pre-cum, completely unbothered about protection.

He lined himself at your center, looked at you with lust filled in his eyes. “All mine”

He thrusted himself in you in one swift motion and touched that spongy soft spot inside which had you moaning so loudly he had to cover your face. He thrusted in and out of your virgin cunt which swallowed him like as if it was devoured. After hitting the spot again and again he repositioned himself as he drew you closer and had your ankles touch his lowered back. He kept massaging the soft and sensitive pearl as he kept fucking you.

It was driving you crazy, all these touches. You were moaning mess and he didn’t complain until. He hit that spot so hard this time as he got up stand so he could get deeper.

"Shh we don't want mom and dad hear your moans now do we?" he joked. He noticed fresh slick oozing out of you and smirked to himself.

"Moan louder" he commanded. He had to sprawled below with your legs apart and he stood as he fucked you into oblivion. As you approached your edge yet again so did he.

He could feel the slick covering his dick, but it wasn’t, it was blood.

Tom took your virginity just like he wanted and no one else was getting a taste, ever. You both came at the same time. He almost fell on top of you when your walls held him so hard he couldn’t move. After the strenuous episode, you were tired so you drifted off to sleep.

Tom already had so many fantasies to fulfil. With you. Only the thought of it got him hard. Again.

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A/N:- Hey you guys, though its a one shot, why do I smell a part 2? It was so fun writing this, me and my horny brain I swear. No matter how smutty the fic is Peter fluff kills me 😭, he is so adorable.

The tag list is still open and I would love to hear from you guys. 🖤

Check out my other fics here; duh its a masterlist, stupid me.

@tomhollandsslut, @allywthsr

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str4wbees · 11 months

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over, under, through

1k / greg hirsch x gn!reader / link to ao3

Greg is so long, the whole wide expanse of him, you still can't fully actualize it in your brain. Your head is resting on his stomach and it doesn't even take up half of it, laying horizontal across the bed while his head is up on the pillows. The rich, expensive pillows, feather down, thousand-count thread sheets of his bed in his fancy new apartment.

You knew him before all of this–before his world got turned upside down and filled with corporate masterminds–before Tom and Shiv and Logan.

He had taught you how to tie a tie, back when you were kids–his first formal event that called for it when his father wasn't around–in fact, you're not even sure how he knew how to, but he did, and you swear to this day you paid attention but as you lean up and over to loosen it from around his collar your hands fumble until you give up in frustration.

Greg laughs. You pout at him in protest. He covers his (enormous, so big they hide yours completely) hands over yours and brings them up to his mouth to kiss the back of your knuckles gently. He looks up at you with his eyes alight, and you don't say it because you don't have to, but you love him.

"We were 14!" You defend yourself as he lets your hands down gently and loosens the tie himself. You get too distracted unbuttoning and popping his collar to notice he's looped it around your neck.

You think that single item might be worth even more than your college tuition, ten or so years ago. You think it might still be able to cover it now, with inflation and out of state additives.

He's untied it completely, and the fabric pulling taught against the back of your neck makes your head feel a little fuzzy. He notices, of course. There's a stupid smirk that you kind of want to slap off his stupid face, but your limbs won't listen, feeling like jelly under his attention. He doesn't even say anything, just chuckles, a small exhalation through his nose as he focuses on going under, over, through.

You hadn't been paying attention to the tie in the first place.

"Done," he says gently, cupping the tops of your shoulders once like he's adding the finishing touch.

You say nothing in response, just keep staring into his eyes like you'd be content to do it all night. He looks back at you expectantly.

He tugs on the tie gently, but your body is so pliant you end up with your head in the crook of his neck. You make no move to sit up and he pushes against you slightly.

"Goof. It's your turn now."

"'m never gonna get it," you mumble into his neck and your lips pressing against his skin leave goosebumps in their wake.

"C'mon," Greg says, hands at your hips to lift you up off him and into his lap. "Try. For me? Just once and then we can be done."

You lean in towards him slowly and kiss his mouth–you can feel him smile before he says something along the lines of you're not getting off that easy but you can't be sure. He pushes against your shoulders with little force but you move like you'd been ordered to.

"I gotta undo it and tie it up again?"

"Yes," Greg exhales with a laugh. "You got it. I promise."

You lift your head to look at him and when you do he's already looking right at you. Sometimes the way he looks at you makes you want to douse yourself in lighter fluid; expectant only because he knows you, patient, kind. He trusts you. Trusts you enough to have you in his bed on his lap, in a city where he could have very easily left you behind.

You don't look down at your hands as they move. He doesn't look away, either, and it's not the kind of eye contact the both of you hate, it's not painful. You want it to last forever, swim into his big ocean eyes and float.

"Help," you plead in a quiet voice when you've loosened the tie but can't get the knot undone.

He doesn't even stop looking at you for this. He just says, "pull, here," and knows exactly where to move your hand somehow. He puppeteers them over, under, through, lets the knot rest just in the hollow of your throat.

"Done," he says with a smile.

"Done," you echo. "I can kiss you now?"

Greg's whole face splits with his grin–it reaches his eyes the way you love, where his crow's feet come out by the crinkles. He laughs, too. It's perfect.

"Yes," he says, raising his brows like he's humored by you. "Yes, you can kiss me now."

So you do.

And you don't really stop. There's another part of you that wants to consume him–swallow him whole–and you think it's only because you know he would let you. You want people in the world to know that he is yours. You want all the people up in that skyscraper to know, before he was a cousin, before he was an asset or a bargaining chip or an assistant, Gregory Hirsch was yours.

He gave himself to you freely. And you did the same thing in return. And while he can't exactly walk into Waystar Royco with your lipstick stain on his cheek–unprofessional, he'd hear it from Tom, fears it'd climb the rungs of the ladder all the way up to Logan–there are parts of you he carries with him into the office, things no one else sees. No one's hiking the leg of his slacks up and seeing the dinosaur-printed socks you got him for his birthday. No one's looking beneath his undershirt, finding the marks you left on his collarbone, and further down, all that wide expanse of him, his ribs, his hips.

He doesn't say it, because he doesn't have to, but he loves you.

#greg hirsch x reader #greg hirsch x you #cousin greg x you #greg hirsch #succession

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goodstories08 · 2 years

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Echoes of Love

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Peter was a very nervous guy who had a massive crush on you. The thing is you knew it because of your power, the ability to feel vibrations and create sonic blasts. You had hid your ability from the world so you weren’t a superhero or anything but it was fun to use them to hear certain hearts race as you walked by.

You shoved books into your locker as your best friend Jenny was talking about her families beach house. After coming out as gay all of the straight girls wanted to be your friends and it got really annoying.

It wasn’t like you had a choice of friends so you just hung out with the popular rich kids since they would always treat for shopping and stuff like that. “So you wanna come up to the beach house next Saturday for summer break?,” Jenny asked, you thought for a second surprised that you forgot school was over in a week. “Who’s going?” You asked before shutting your locker. “Well obviously me and my new boyfriend I told you about, and Marissa and Jackson,” I rolled my eyes and turned to her. “I don’t really feel like going to a couples getaway without being in a relationship,” you said in a sarcastic tone as Jenny pulled her phone out.

She showed you the picture of a muscular boy on her phone, he wore a beanie and had his button up shirt opened. “He looks like an F boy Jenny,” she immediately hit her chest of offense. “That’s my cousin,” she said causing your eyes to grow wide, “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t…”

“But yea he kinda does look like one so I guess it’s better if you don’t,” She cut you off while glaring at someone coming up behind you. “Ehh it’s that nerd Peter Parker,” she said in a mean tone. “We’re all nerds , we go to a nerd school,” you whisper yelled so he wouldn’t hear. “Yes but he’s like a nerd, nerd like into comics and star-wars.” I scoffed then turned on my heals to the nervous boy.

“H-hey Y/n,” He nervously stuttered causing Jenny to giggle a little. His face turned red, “I was wondering if you wanted to come over today to study? I heard you saying you needed help in math class so I can help. O-only if you want me to.”

You look to him and feel his rapidly racing heartbeat, the vibrations were loud but you learned to toon it out. You felt kinda flustered that someone was so nervous around you, someone who was hot to. “Um sure, just text me we’re to meet you. Six works for me,” you say while pulling your phone out for Peter to type his number in. The taller boy quickly typed his number in, “Yea six works for me to.”

Peter smiled and walked back toward his friends Mj and Ned who were fangirling from the side. “Eww I can’t believe your going out with a nerd,” Jenny said while the two of you started to walk out of school, backpack sling over shoulder. “He’s cute though,” she nodded still looking unconvinced he was good enough for you, “I also heard he has real nice abs, better than your F boy cousin your trying to set me up with.” She rolled her eyes and muttered, “Whatever,” before looking back at her phone and typing away.

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You stand outside of Peter’s apartment and check the address to see if it matched the one he gave you. The door quickly opened and there stood Peter in a tight tee shirt. You couldn’t help but blush, “O-oh hi Y/n come in.”

He held the door open as you walked inside the apartment, “This way.” He walked past and showed you to his room, which sure enough nerdy just like Jenny said. He had a massive lego Death Star and a bunch of comics on his desk. “Wow, you collected all of this?” He nodded feeling proud to finally show it off to someone he liked. “It’s cool.”

“So what do you need help with,” he asked as the two of you sat on the carpet in his room. You unzip your backpack and pull out your homework. “Geometry I just can’t understand it, at all,” you say while pointing to the problems. “Oh this is easy, just follow what I’m doing ok,” he said as you nodded for him to continue.

A few hours past and the two of you became more and more close. You wound up taking a break and talked about random things to get to know one another better. You talked about all the school drama and how coming out has been while he told you about his uncle. It was really sad and Peter looked like he would cry at one point so you hugged him.

His strong arms wrapped around your upper waist as you wrapped yours around his neck. The smell of his cologne filled your nose and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “T-thanks Y/n,” he said as the two of you pulled back. “Why are you thanking me? You were the one who volunteered to help me, so thank you,” you say causing him to smile.

“Now back to the last one, right here…” he picked the pencil out of your hand and pulled behind you. His right arm wrote-on the paper while his chest was pressed up against your back. His warm breath tickled your neck as you were only inches apart from each other. You turned to him and the two of you stare into each other’s eyes. Peter felt he needed to take his shot so he leaned down too seal your lips.

It was a somewhat quick kiss but it was filled with passion and desperation. Peter was thinking millions of things at the moment, from how his breath smelled to how he was sitting but nothing could take over the feeling of kissing you. When you pulled back Peters arm was still wrapped around your waist , “T-thanks Y/n.”

“You don’t need to say thanks everyone I do something,” you say causing his face to turn red. “Sorry,” You roll your eyes and lean in once more, he pushed his lips harder this time. “Well Peter,” you say as you pulled apart once more, “This has been the best study session I’ve ever had.”

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It was now summer and school was let out, Peter sat on your bed on his phone. You walked into the room with your suitcase as Peter looked at you, “Are you sure your friends won’t mind me, a nerd, joining your trip.” You said no even though you knew Jenny would mind, but hey he’s your boyfriend so what is she going to do about it.

Peter stood up and pulled you into a hug from behind, his chin rest on your shoulder as the two of you sway. The sudden honk of a car horn took you both out of the moment. “Come on let’s go,” you yelled to Peter who followed you out to the car. He tightened his grip on your hand as the two of you got closer toward the car. “Really Y/n?,” Jenny said with a sarcastic tone. “What he’s nice, and good with “studying” if you know what I’m talking about,” you said the last part quietly into her ear causing her to smile. “We’ll come one get in,” she said while we threw out bags in the trunk. You turned to Marissa and her boyfriend who were In the back row before leaning into Peter. His left bicep comforted you like a pillow as you fell into a calming sleep.

#peter parker x male reader #x male reader #peter parker #spider man #marvel #gay #lgbtq

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nyccx · 1 month

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Super rich kids with nothing but lose ends

Draco Malfoy x Reader

This story is inspired by this song

((One of my favs))

Also this is my first story on heree

You were getting ready with Pansy, because you two were supposed to go out with the guys. Every one knew what you were going to do. “Should I bring my books to study?” You asked,even though you already knew the answer. “Is that a joke or something you know we always say we’re going to study and then just drink some shit and forget what we’re supposed to do.” Pansy answered while applying her new perfume. “I knoww but I thought we might actually study this time, Snape is on my ass with all those exams, I thought he liked the Slytherin kids more but he seems to just really hate me.” You moaned. “Noo you get it all wrong he hates everyone he just hates you the most.” She said laughing. “Wow thanks a lot now I feel better.” You laughed. “No problem,btw are you done yet Draco and Mattheo are waiting.” She said reading the text she got from them. “Yea sure but what about Blaise,Enzo,Theo,Tom and Reggie?” You asked. “they’re getting the stuff yk also lets go outside nowww.” She whined. “Alrr sorry for making you wait so long for your dray dray.” You said while basically dying of laughter. “Yea right cuz I’m the one missing draco over the holidays.” She protested . “Oh shut up and let’s goo.” You replied.

As you got to your fav hang out spot you could already smell the weed Theo probably brought, you sat besides between Enzo and Blaise (mostly cuz the were the most chill and didn’t care about ur raging crush on Draco). Draco stood up and offered you a glass of wine they brought. You asked him what whine it was he didn’t know and even if he knew he was probably too drunk to even pronounce the name,if he was only half as drunk he would probably not even be able to speak to you. After some drinks and some talking you noticed how Blaise and Theo were hyping Draco up, you didn’t quite get why but u thought it was quit funny and you couldn’t stop staring cuz his hair was so MMM and his hands were so AAAAAH and don’t get me started on his eyess. After some time of actually listening to what they said you were even more confused because Theo was always telling Draco he could cut his confidence in half and still have to much so you didn’t get why he was now basically screaming at him that he was usually so confident he should just go for it so you were like totally confused, but after like 15 minutes of them hyping draco up Draco got up and said, “alright but y’all owe me,because this is going to be wayy to embarrassing if it doesn’t go how y’all said.” And they just nodded. Then he walked towards you and asked if he could talk to you in private for a bit and you agreed.

So you went with him and as soon as you were out of hearing distance he just couldn’t stop talking “Okayy so I know you probably got a crush on Enzo or something but you are like the best thing that ever got in my life cuz even if I tried I can’t stop thinking about you and believe me I tried since second year so I just had to get it out and I know your probably gonna reject me cuz I’m not your type but I love you and I just had to say it cuz my thoughts of you were just eating me up soo yeaa.” And for a second you just didn’t know what to say,so you just grabbed him by his shirt and gave him a kiss after while you opened your mouth basically giving him the permission to slide his tongue in,and so he totally did when you both stoped you just said “I love you.” And what happened next was a blur cuz everyone was pretty drunk.

The next morning you woke up looked up and you were about to scream until you saw Draco beside you.

Later after everyone was awake Pansy showed you the video she secretly made cuz you totally forgot and after that day there wasn’t a day that draco wasn’t there.

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #slytherin #slytherin gang #Spotify

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userholland · 2 years

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grocery shopping with tom🥹🥹 it’s just so cute and domestic <3

pairing － tom holland x fem!reader [established relationship au]

contains － plain domestic relationship vibes, just beware of corny dialogue ♡

word count －560

masterlist | blurb requests open!

"Babe, do you have the list?"

Tom paused, "What list?"

As the two of you stood next to the array of shopping carts, you couldn't help but humor him with a chuckle.

"Remember. I was telling you to write down things we needed."

Tom hissed, "Ah, yeah. See, I'm actor. I figured that it's better to memorize than to write it all down." Your boyfriend jeered, his cheeky smile turning up on his lips.

"More like a professional improviser."

"I take that as a compliment." He smirked.

You playfully smack his shoulder before pulling out the cart. Like a gentleman, Tom takes the cart and the two of you start from one side of the market and plan to stroll up all the aisles.

At first, you wrapped your arm around his, somehow keeping a steady pace with the cart until you were pulling items off the shelf. Usually, the two of you didn't shop together since it wasn't something you had to do together. But, today, it oddly felt like a date.

"Do we want wheat or white?" You asked, glaring at the various bread brands.

"Well, you do like your whi-"

"I swear if you make a white guy joke..." You smiled, pointing a finger at him.

"I was, but since you say that then, I'll wait until later." He teased.

As the two of you went on, you traveled down the pet aisle and decided on a new toy for Tessa. Her ropes and squeaky balls always ended up under dressers or in corners, but you two still loved to spoil her.

"Let's get her these treats. They have more protein..." You grabbed the bag, "You two can bulk up together." You jeered, and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Each aisle gave you two some kind of inspiration to make more meals, realizing how busy you two get and end up ordering takeout. When you were traveling with him, both of you took spontaneous cooking classes and thought they would be useful, so it brought up those memories as you grabbed more items you already needed.

"Remember in Venice, we made that pasta and it had the rich cheese with olive oil. We should make that again." You blushed at the fond time.

"Or we can attempt to make french pastries again. Our cakes were so sad... they didn't even rise past the pan." Tom sighed, grabbing a box of ready-made cupcakes to read the back.

"To be fair, he told us we had weak wrists to crack eggs." You giggled.

You finished your shopping down the fresh produce aisle, but you can't help but giggle to yourself.

"Do you think we'll do this with our kids?" You asked, and his head shot up.

"If you think I'm a handful, I can't wait to have our little army so, we can guilt trip you into getting all the sugary snacks and cereal." Tom trailed, half-smiling as you turned to him. You tilted your head at him, giving him a quick peck.

"Please don't. I'm not strong enough and don't trust you guys to remember everything either. I'm not sure if improvising is hereditary."

"They'll be my kids, it'll be running through their veins, but also have those pretty eyelashes to bat from you." Tom teased, kissing your cheek before walking to get more fruit.

#tom holland #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tommyblurbs

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pinktom · 7 months

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hi! for those random character questions, all for LS characters: 5,6,13,16,37 for Tom Sr. and James (whom I both adore wholeheartedly) and just for fun: 23,24,44 for our edgelord queen Delphi and favorite fat lesbian Cedric <3

OMG my DILFs! And my emo gurl! And my fat misshapen lesbian! A pleasant surprise - thank you for asking, Anon. 🐍

PS: I answer these questions with using Ch. 1-10 as the reference, with no additional information or coloring that will come in Ch. 11-15.

Best personality trait

Tom Sr., like his son, is unapologetically himself. He values autonomy and independence above social acceptance or companionship, and he raised his son the same way. I suppose it's his folly as well, but on a human level, I find it sexy.

James is equally unapologetic, but instead he values lawfulness* and goodness. We know he's college educated, so we know he had some breadth of career choices, and he chose to be a cop — a rather unglamorous but, in his own view of the world, a role that keeps the public safe and assures criminals are held accountable for the harm they cause.

(*I would guess this is why James arouses so much frustration in some of the readers who were kind enough to share their reactions with us! Tom is our protagonist, and he's pathologically criminal.)

Worst personality trait

Well, Tom Sr is a snob, and big time. His parenting style very clearly contributed to Tom being an outcast, and yet he just passes the blame off on the "parochial" children who, unlike Tom, were raised by "uncultured" parents. As if the kids didn't want to befriend Tom because he was rich (we see the Weasley twins still extended him an offer), rather than the fact he went around hissing like he could talk to snakes.

James, while not a snob, is similar insofar as he's extremely judgmental. He didn't like Tom Sr for valid reasons, but lbr, he also simply wasn't keen on his weird kid being near his own son. Once James deems someone weird (e.g., Snape, Morfin, Tom), he struggles to relate to them. He gets this sort of pity that can either stay in the realm of discomfort or grow into straight up rage.

Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

For Tom Sr … Agree to go on a television show. (:

For James? Thus far? Personally I'll stand by it being him rejecting Tom Sr.'s playdate suggestion, even if it's more of a hindsight thing. But I think it is dumb, fundamentally, because it demonstrated some of his worst traits - the aforementioned judgmental-ness, as well as his controlling nature and certainty he can make the best choices on his son's behalf, rather than leaving the decision up to him.

Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

They're both pretty delulu.

I tend to think, with having a bit of a persecution complex about Tom, Tom Sr. really wishes someone did something bad to Tom that could excuse his behavior … LMAO. Perhaps a dark part of him hoped to have it revealed that, somehow, Tom was being manipulated by a paedophile or something.

As for James, I think it's pretty obvious by now that he confuses his own fears with this sense of responsibility to protect his son. He's yet to admit to himself that, all this time, he was the one who was afraid, and he just projected it onto his son so he didn't feel like a coward or have to actually address it. (Men, amirite?)

What they really think about themselves

This one is pretty easy to answer, actually. They've both matured fully into who they are, as grown men, and they both stand by their morals, principles, and actions. I think they both really think they are clever, correct, and just. Neither suffer ego-based insecurities that conflict with their self-concept or self-expression.

If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Delphini would obviously smell like black roses and fresh blood x)

Cedric wears cheap mass-market raglans so he'd have to have some sort of basic scent. I'd go with fresh linen. Sure it's good, but is it really memorable? Debatable.

Most annoying habit

Oh you KNOW she will turn any conversation back on her favorite topic, and if you dare try and get a word in, edgewise, you will likely be cut off.

Where I was raised, old ladies say, "Ahh, bless your heart," when they think you're absolutely dogshit stupid, but are trying to stay nice about it. Cedric defo has that kind of "knowing" smile some people get, that has the same vibe. And he isn't afraid to flash it on you!

Their happiest memory

Delphini's was recently made -- seeing, with her OWN EYES, trueship realized! And she was the FIRST to see it! Take that bitches.

Cedric literally makes me feel the laugh emoji 😂 when I think about him being happy. He'd probably say it was seeing his Gran 👵🏻💖 after such a long time apart !!!

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If you made it to the end of this, I am astounded, shocked, and honored. Thank you. 🙏

#lover’s spit #q #sorry for sitting so long on this one!

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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HELLO BABE LETS GET THIS GOING

ok so I’m thinking prompt #40 with rich kid!tom holland, summer camp!au because he’s not used to making things or doing things for himself but he’ll do it for her <3 cannot wait to see what you do!

Anything for you my boo bear 💖 First fic of the year for Summer of Love, many more coming shortly! I hope you enjoy some tooth rotting fluff! Love you the most xx

Charm Bracelets

40 - Making each other charm bracelets

Pairing: Rich Kid!Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom wants to make you something to show you how much he loves you

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When Tom got sent away to summer camp he never imagined that he’d actually end up enjoying himself. His father had sent him away as a punishment after he trashed the beach house during spring break. Instead of vacationing and having fun with the rest of the family, Tom would have to spend his summer working. It was supposed to be miserable, but, much to his surprise, it turned out to be one of the best summers of his life. Sure the boys in his cabin could get a bit rowdy at times, but he had a lot of fun with them. Plus you were always next door to help him reign them in if they got too out of control.

As much as he loved his boys, you were definitely the highlight of his summer. The gorgeous counselor of his sister cabin, you’d swept him off his feet from the first moment your eyes met. He couldn’t count how many nights you two had sat on the porch, long after the kids had gone to bed, just talking. It had become so much more than a camp fling or a whirlwind summer romance, it was real love for him, and he was absolutely terrified of losing you.

Summer wasn’t even halfway over and he was already beginning to panic about what would happen when you went back home. It wasn’t that you’d be particularly far away, your college was only about an hour from his parents house, and he had no qualms about moving to your school or renting an apartment near you, but he was scared to talk to you about it. He was worried that you wouldn’t want any of that, that you wouldn’t want to continue your fling after camp ended, and he was absolutely terrified of facing that sort of rejection.

He decided he should bring it up at night, after the kids had gone to bed, but that plan didn’t work. He chickened out each time he tried because he was worried about tainting the memory of your late night talks. So he decided he’d do it during the day time, preferably during free hours, so the kids would be less likely to interrupt you. Today would be perfect, it was a bit cooler, and most of your kids had decided to spend their free hours at the outdoor rock climbing tower. While they were busy scaling the tower and giggling with each other, you were seated at the base of the tower, waving up at them while you worked on some kind of jewelry making kit. Nervously Tom came to sit down beside you.

“Hey,” you smiled over at him, “I thought you were heading to the lake.”

“TJ took the boys who wanted to go to the lake, a couple wanted to try the big wall again so I promised I’d take them,” he pursed his lips, “Figured we could hang out while the kids are up there.”

“Yay,” you leaned over and kissed his cheek, “You wanna help me out?”

“Sure,” he peaked over at the mess sprawled on the ground in front of you, “What are you working on?”

“Charm bracelets, there sort of an old camp tradition. You give them out to all the friends you made over summer,” you chuckled, “It’s super corny, but there’s an old camp rumor that if you give one to your summer love you’ll stay together forever. Some of the girls heard about it and they really wanted to make some so I told them we could work on them after dinner. It’s super fun for the campers, but the charms come in these big, unorganized tubs, and I wanted to try and sort them a bit so they don’t try to dump them on the floor or something.”

“That’s cute,” Tom grinned, excitement suddenly bubbled up inside him. A corny, old camp rumor about being together forever? It couldn’t get more perfect. “I’d be happy to help you organize love.”

“Thanks Tom,” you pushed a small pile of charms to him, “You can start with these.”

“Got it,” he got right to work organizing the charms in front of him, “So do you think it’s true? The whole staying together forever deal?”

“I don’t know, I only ever gave them to my friends,” you blushed lightly, “I was gonna give one to a boy I liked one year, but he had already got one from another girl. It was pretty devastating to my thirteen year old self.”

“His loss sunshine,” Tom chuckled, “Really, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks babe.”

“Anytime,” he kissed your cheek again.

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Tom had to be strategic about his bracelet making if he wanted to keep it hidden from you. He knew word would get back to you fast if he went around bragging, and he wanted you to be surprised. As it turned out though, making a charm bracelet was a lot harder than he thought. Tom didn’t have the same crafting skills that you and other counselors did because he’d never really made any homemade gifts. It was a lot easier to go to the store and just buy the perfect gift, or to pay someone to go find it for him. He knew though, even if he bought you the most expensive charm bracelet in the world, it wouldn’t have the same effect. It was about putting in the time to make it himself, like when you’d put in the time to make him a tiny beaded lizard for him to attach to his lanyard. That tiny gesture had meant the world to him, and he wanted to do something like that for you too. Plus he was pretty sure the whole staying together forever bit wouldn’t work if he didn’t make the bracelet himself.

“Uh Tom, what are you doing?” one of your campers, a small girl named Ava, frowned at Tom while he sat on the porch of his cabin attempting to put a decent bracelet together.

It was the middle of free time, so the kids were all scattered across different groups. A few of Tom’s boys had decided to take a little downtime after a long morning hike, and Tom had decided to stay with them so he could work on his charm bracelet while they napped.

He was attempting to organize the charms in a way that you’d find pretty, “Just working on a little project Ava.”

“What kind of project?” she attempted to peek over at his work, “Is it a charm bracelet?”

Tom blushed lightly, “It’s just a project. What are you doing Ava? Where’s (y/n)?”

“She took some of the girls to ride horses,” she stated in a matter of fact tone, “Some of us wanted to go to the lake instead so she sent us with Charlie,” she pointed down the trail behind her, “See, there they are.”

Tom hummed as he spotted Charlie and a few of the other girls bobbing up the path, “Lucky break, I would have had to get you in trouble if you were wandering around alone.”

“You're grouchy,” Ava commented, still attempting to peek at what he was doing, “Are you in a bad mood because your charm bracelet sucks?”

“My charm bracelet doesn’t suck!” he flushed at the accusation, “It’s a perfectly normal charm bracelet!”

“No it isn’t, there’s way too many charms on it,” she sat down beside Tom, “Who’s it for?”

Tom pursed his lips, “Promise to keep it secret?”

She nodded and pretended to zip her lips shut, “I’m great at keeping secrets.”

“It’s for (y/n),” he confessed with a sigh, “I don’t really know how to do this sort of thing but I really want to make one for her. You know, because of the camp legend or whatever…”

Ava’s eyes widened excitedly, “Like so you guys can be together forever?”

Tom nodded, “Yes, exactly.”

“That’s so romantic,” she giggled, “You really love (y/n) that much?”

“Yeah, I love her a lot,” Tom sighed and set the bracelet down on the deck, “You really think it sucks?”

“Well when we were making ours (y/n) told us the charms should all mean something,” she explained as she began digging through some of the charms he had laid out, “What do these mean?”

“Nothing,” he groaned, “I just thought she would like them.”

“Ava come on we’ve got to get ready,” another girl, Harper, came bouncing up the stairs with a smile.

“I think I’m gonna stay here instead, Tom really needs help with his charm bracelet,” she smirked, “He’s making it for (y/n).”

“Ava!” Tom snapped while Harper went wide eyed.

“You’re making (y/n) a charm bracelet?” Harper grinned.

Tom groaned while Ava nodded, “Yeah, and he really needs help.”

“I wanna stay too,” Harper beamed.

“I do not need help,” Tom scoffed, “You two go to the lake. I am perfectly capable of making a bracelet.”

“Come on, we want to help,” Ava whined.

“Yeah, and we’re both really good at making bracelets,” Harper held out her wrist as an example, “See? Look at the one Ava made me.”

“And look at what Harper made me,” Ava stuck her wrist out also.

“Hmm,” Tom peeked over the bracelets, they were definitely much better looking than his, “Those do look good…”

“Told you,” Ava smiled smugly as Charlie came up the chairs to the deck.

“You two are supposed to be getting ready for the lake, not bugging Tom,” she smiled down at them.

“Can we stay here?” Ava asked, “Please? Tom needs help with arts and crafts.”

Charlie looked over at Tom, “Is that okay with you?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, some of the boys are napping and hanging out inside the cabin. I don’t mind watching them if they want to hang around too. I’ll just bring them down to the dinner hall when we head back.”

“Sounds good, girls don’t harass him too much.”

“We won’t,” Ava giggled.

“Yeah we’ll be good, promise,” Harper agreed.

The girls plopped themselves on either side of Tom while the rest of the girls piled into the cabin with Charlie. They began digging through the charms he had laid out, instructing him to pick ones with actual meaning. Pretty instantly he was able to grab a couple, an ice cream cone, a small heart, and a sun. As he dug through more and more charms he was able to connect meaning to many more pieces, and the girls were able to help him arrange them in a way that was much cuter than what he would have been able to do on his own.

“This looks great girls,” Tom complimented while he admired their work, “I think she’ll love this.”

“Do you think you guys will get married now?” Ava asked dreamily.

Tom chuckled, “Someday maybe, hopefully. It’ll probably be a little while though.”

“If you guys get married before camp next year will you invite us?” Harper beamed up at him.

“I don’t think we’ll get married that fast,” he smiled at the thought, “But if we do I’ll make sure we invite you girls, as long as you don’t tell (y/n) about the bracelet. I want it to be a surprise.”

They both nodded but Harper squealed, “Are you gonna give it to her tonight?”

“I don’t know about tonight, but I will soon,” he promised, “It’s got to be the right moment. I need you girls to keep it between us until then though. I’m trying to be with her forever, I don’t want to risk anything jinxing that.”

They looked at each other and nodded, “We won’t say anything,” Harper promised.

“Yeah, our lips are totally sealed,” Ava agreed.

“Good,” he nodded, “Now go get ready for dinner, and practice not saying anything.”

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Tom decided to wait until the kids had all gone to bed to give the bracelet, figuring it should be a special moment between the two of you. He asked you to come meet him out at the fire pit in front of your cabins after your kids fell asleep, where he sat anxiously on a log waiting for you. He shoved the bracelet into his pocket as soon as he spotted you and clenched his hands nervously in his lap.

“Hi,” he smiled awkwardly.

“Hi,” you raised a brow, he was visibly nervous, like he had been right before he kissed you for the first time, “Everything alright?”

He nodded, “Yeah, just come sit,” he patted the spot beside him.

You sat down on the log and crossed your legs, “You sure? It seems like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“Well I do, but it’s nothing bad,” he popped his knuckles before continuing, “I just, um, I wanted to talk a bit, and give you something.”

You smiled kindly back at him, “It’s just me Tom, whatever it is, it’s nothing to be nervous about.”

He nodded and slipped one hand into his pocket, “I’m not really sure the best way to do this, but I think I’ll give you this first,” he pulled the bracelet out, clutching it tightly before he handed it to you, “I-I made it.”

“Aw, Tom,” you pulled the bracelet up to your face to examine it, “This is so cute!”

“Thanks, I did it because of the whole legend and everything…” he flushed.

You pressed an excited kiss to his cheek, “I love it, it’s totally perfect.”

He sighed in relief, “Ava and Harper had to help me make it, you know I’m not really good at that sort of thing. I hope you like it.”

You beamed ear to ear as he snapped the bracelet onto your wrist, “I love it, it looks great Tom.”

He smiled at the praise, “They told me that the charms are supposed to have meaning, so I made sure all the ones I picked really meant something,” he rubbed his thumb over your wrist, “Like the sun, because I call you my sunshine, and the ice cream because of the time your cabin beat mine and capture the flag and I had to buy everyone ice cream.”

“And then we had our first kiss that night,” you finished the story for him, “What about the peach?”

His lips curled to a smirk, “Well I told the kids peaches are your favorite fruit…”

You burst into laughter, “Let’s stick with that then,” you continued to fiddle with the charms while you spoke, “This is super cute Tom.”

“I’m glad you think so, I’ve never really made a gift before so I was really worried about how it would turn out, honestly the girls were a big help,” he bit his cheek before continuing, “So, uh, you know, we’re gonna be together forever now right? We’re not gonna break up when summer ends or something…”

“Of course not!” you laughed, “Tom I am totally, head over heels, crazy in love with you.”

“Me too,” he squeezed your hand in his, “I was just kind of worried because we hadn’t talked about it or anything.”

“Well you’ve got nothing to worry about,” you promised with a kiss, “Maybe we won’t get to see each other every day anymore, but we’ll make it work.”

“That’s the other thing,” he flushed again, “I was thinking maybe I could move out towards you, so we wouldn’t have to be so far apart.”

“That’s really sweet Tom, but I don’t want you to have to uproot your whole life, I don’t mind a little commute,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “You’re worth it.”

“You are too, but I wanna see you everyday, I don’t want anything to change,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “It’s not really a big deal for me to move.”

“I think we’ve got a little while before we really need to worry about any of that,” you chuckled, “I haven’t even met your family yet, I don’t want them to think I’m trying to steal you away or something.”

“They won’t think that, they all know I’m crazy about you, I talk about you all the time,” he confessed, “Maybe you could meet them when camp ends though, and maybe I could meet your family too…”

You nodded, “I would love that Tommy, and I think my family will be totally crazy about you.”

“And I’m sure mine will feel the same,” he glanced over at your cabins, making sure none of the kids were spying before he pulled you into his lap. He took the hand he’d placed the bracelet on and kissed the inside of your wrist, “You wanna stay out here a little longer? I could tell you what the rest of the charms mean,” he offered.

You hummed and nodded, “Tell me about the heart next.”

“Well that one should be obvious,” he bit his cheek, “It’s my heart sunshine, and I gave it to you a long time ago.”

You rolled your eyes, “That was the corniest line ever.”

“You loved it,” he accused, “My corny one liners are the reason you fell for me.”

“No, it was the cute little swim trunks you parade around in at the lake,” you purred, “I just like your peach.”

He burst into a fit of laughter, “Well I like every bit of you sunshine, love it even.”

“Yeah, I love you too,” you pressed a long, lingering kiss to his lips, “Corny one liners and all.”

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