#tom Holland smut
Hi, Love your writing!! I was wondering if you could do a fic, where Tom catches his 14y/o son watching porn 😂 And tom and his son freaks out, and then your son freaks out about Tom telling you, and then your younger daughter joins the talk. Also can you make the reader daughter like she loved her dad and stuff, THANKS ILY for this hheheheeh ❤️😁
Dont Tell Mom
JJSJSJSKSSJSKJS I feel like if this happened to me, I would laugh at my kids. Sorry not sorry lol
Warnings: Mentions of porn, Swearing.
Saturday, was your 15th anniversary with Tom, and he wanted to do something special for his wife. Of course, he had planned every single detail he wanted to do with you that day. Tom being Tom, wanted to do something extra special for his love. He was making a card. A card he had poured his whole heart and soul writing. He also wanted to print one of your wedding pictures to make it extra special.
Tom had gifted your son Luke with an old laptop for his middle school years. The photos were downloaded, onto that laptop. It had never crossed your and Tom's minds that he would use that computer for anything more than school. Well, you both were wrong. He was fourteen, of course, he was watching porn. Luke wasn't good in situations where he was under pressure, so when his dad knocked on the door in the middle of him, jerking off to a porn video, he thought quickly and placed three fingers in the mouse, sliding that tab away. He made his way to the bathroom and pretended like he had been there before hearing Tom knock.
¨Yeah?¨ Luke asked
¨Hey buddy, can I come in?¨
¨ Sure, I am in the bathroom dad. Don't come here¨ He told his dad
¨Alright man¨ Tom chuckled as he entered the room. ¨ I just need to use your computer. Do you still have our wedding pictures here?¨ Tom asked, sitting on the desk where the computer was. Luke´s eyes widen, and he swallowed thickly. The one time he wasn't careful about closing the tab was the one time his dad needs the fucking computer.
¨Yeah, yeah. Just open the photos.¨ Luke spoke, feeling his stomach sink deeper. Tom was good with computers, so when he switched the desktop to find a porn video playing with no sound on, he held in a breath in surprise. Luke washed his hands and exited the bathroom, pale, really pale.
He saw his dad sitting on his desk, looking straight at him with the porn video playing behind him.
¨Fucking porn Lukas James Holland Y/L/N , porn?¨ Tom asked his son, furiously and Luke just stayed quiet.
¨I can't believe this¨ Tom closed the porn tab and stood up from the chair. ¨This is disgusting¨ He says pointing to the laptop, Lukas just standing there.
¨Its not like you and mom don't have sex¨ He sassed
¨You stay quiet young man, that's different¨ Tom told his son, sitting on his bed.
¨How is that any-¨
¨Because, porn is non-realistic son. If you believe everything you see there, you´ll never be happy. I get it, your growing up, but close the fucking tab man¨ Tom laughed, signaling his son to come to sit next to him. ¨We have all watched porn at a point in our life. Now, I know no matter what I say you won't stop watching it-¨
¨Ew dad¨ He cringed
¨Will you stop?¨ He asked with a challenging smirk on his face.
¨Sure¨ He said.
¨No you won't. I was saying, be careful and responsible Luke-¨
¨Dad don't start-¨
¨No, am being serious. Porn doesn't show the consequences of not being responsible with sex-¨
¨Stop saying that word dad¨ He covered his ears, and Tom laughed.
¨You were literally watching porn mate?¨ Tom placed his hand in his son's back.
¨Okey am sorry, I will be careful and responsable¨ He promised, hoping that would end the conversation. It didn't.
¨And, IN THE FUTURE¨ Tom, clarified ¨Use protection, please. You don't want to have baby´s at 17¨ He looked completely serious.
¨Accidents do happen, what if I forget?¨
¨You unforget¨ Tom said sarcastically.
¨What if it breaks?¨ Luke continued.
¨You unbreak it¨ Tom followed along.
¨No, no, excuses okay?¨ Tom raised an eyebrow.
¨Yes dad¨ There was a little awkward silence. ¨Was Claire an accident¨ Your son asked, pointing at your three-year-old daughter opening the door, sitting below the door frame.
¨What? no! you idiot¨ Tom slapped the back of his son's head gently, making both laugh.
Tom stood up to pick up his little girl sitting down on the floor.
¨Hello there darling¨ He said, placing his hands below her armpits to lift her, making her little legs hang. ¨How long have you been there, princess?¨ Tom asked, kissing her chubby cheeks.
¨Behind you¨ She said in her baby voice.
¨You were behind me? so you've been sitting there the whole time?¨ He asked, worried she had understood something. The door was semi-closed about half the time, so it made sense they didn't see her.
¨Yesh¨ She smiles and laughed, clapping her hand. Tom kisses her forehead, pushing some of her brunette hair out of the way. ¨Lukie is in touble¨ She pointed at him, still laughing.
¨No precious, he's not¨ He kept kissing her face, making her laugh. Tom started walking out of Luke's room. He turned around one more time. ¨Your mom is going to laugh¨ Tom said, as Claire held Tom's finger onto her little fist.
¨Dont.Tell.Mom¨ He panicked
¨Dont tell mom what?¨ You asked as you walked into his room, wondering what everyone was doing there
¨Uhhh, it's a surprise?¨ Luke winged an excuss, shrugging his shoulders. You turned around to look at Tom, and he pursed his lips together.
¨Come on, tell me, guys!¨ You begged
¨No mom, you don't want to know¨ Luke started
¨You really don't want to know-¨
¨Porn¨ Claire spoke in her gibberish, repeating what she heard.
¨Fuck you Claire!¨ Luke swears
¨Language¨ You warned your son, giving him a look and turning to Tom.
¨Yea- well, yeah, porn¨ He gave up, shaking his head.
¨Okeyyyy and? You all say porn and nothing else¨ You laughed
¨Lukie was watching that and- and dadda said no good¨ Claire explained, shaking her head, mocking her dad. You turned to Luke with a shocked expression, then returned to face your little girl in your husband's arms.
¨And how do you know this, miss?¨ You asked, making your daughter chuckle.
¨Shhhh¨ She laughed, bringing one of her chubby fingers to her lips. You looked at Tom for answers.
¨She was sitting behind the door, that wasn't exactly closed.¨ He told, smiling at you. You returned his smile and tickled Claire's belly.
¨You nosey little girl¨ She giggled. You turned your face completely serious and you faced your son. He gulped, expecting the worst.
¨You¨ you began and then gave up on the straight face. You started laughing, alongside your daughter and husband. ¨Close the tab next time bub. Don't buy anything with the credit card and DONT talk to your sister about this ever again. Understood?¨ You asked, calming down from all the laughter.
¨Yes mom¨ Luke said
¨Good¨ You walked closer to him and kissed his head, then left the room laughing.
¨Dadda told you she was go-going to laugh Lukie¨ Claire sassed at her brother, playing with his father's loose curls.
¨That´s right princess¨ He chuckled, kissing her nose. ¨So, I do need those wedding pictures. All tabs must be closed when I come for them ¨ Tom warned.
¨Count on it¨ Luke said embarrassed, Tom turned around and left Luke's room.
Tom walked down the stairs, sharing giggles with his little darling. He made his way to the kitchen where you were. Tom placed Claire on the counter for a second, while he grabbed a beer. You kissed her head and then your husband's lips.
¨Should we punish him¨ He asked, pulling you closer.
¨Nah, he's going to keep doing it¨ You told him, pulling out of the hug.
¨I told him the exact-¨
¨Dadda? whats porn?¨ Claire asked innocently, Tom turns to you, and you whistle.
¨Thats on you Thomas¨ You said, as you pat his back, then left. Tom looked around, trying to find something to change the subject. Claire just sat there, waiting for answers.
¨What do you say we go and play outside?¨ Tom asked, smiling widely to convince her.
¨Yes!¨ She screamed in excitement. Tom let out a breath, satisfied with his parenting skills. He picked her up from the counter, making their way to the backyard.
¨I love, you dadda¨ Your daughter told him, pulling his head closer and kissing his nose.
¨I love you more, darling¨
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Yandere! Peter Parker x Fem! reader
A/n: I know I haven't posted in a while but ill try to get some posts in this week. Also credit to @becs-bunker for the beautiful Spider-Man divider go check them out!
Summary: Peter breaks into your room to try to get you back but your tired of his behavior. He's willing to do anything to get you to listen to him...
Warnings: Yandere behavior, breaking and entering, kidnapping, threatening, cursing, delusional mindset, mention of future pregnancy, manipulation, smut, oral (female receiving), missionary, unprotected sex, cream pie.
I went into my room and took off my backpack, setting it down. I turned on the light and saw somebody by the window making me panic till I learned to look closer. "Peter is that you?" I asked, his brown shaggy hair disheveled with his posture stiff.
I spoke again, this time louder "Peter why are you in my room?" Usually he's out at this time watching over the city.
"I just wanted to talk to you a little." I sighed and rubbed at my temples. He's been trying to talk to me nonstop and it's getting tiring. I thought he would try to apologize for the incident and we would make up and be friends.
"Is this about the break up?" I ask him to shrug and come closer causing me to hold my hand signaling him to stop.
"Well y-yes but hear me out-" He came closer and I stepped back from him ready to run out the door if needed. Last time he tried to talk to me about getting back together he cornered me in the girls bathroom during lunch. The only reason he left me alone was because of MJ coming in since I was taking a long time.
"Stop, okay we already talked about this, Peter leave me alone." I let out that I was so frustrated with him trying to get back together. I get why he wouldn't want to be friends anymore but why can't he get that I don't want to be with a manipulative person.
"Why don't you ever call me Pete anymore.." He mumbled out but I ignored him and turned around to leave but he stopped me.
"DON'T GO, just- just listen to me please." He grabbed my wrist trying to pull me deeper into my room.
"Okay fine, go ahead." The second I agree his eyes light up as he begins to get his words together. I take out my hair tie rubbing my scalp with my fingers.
"T-thank you. Okay, I know we have past problems but I'm willing to change for you." I rolled my eyes. I already know manipulation 101 and this was going down the path of promises but I know Peter when we get back together he's still going to keep me if anything this will make him hold on tighter to me.
"Peter... No. I'm sorry, okay but I don't want a relationship with you." He looked at me and frowned, making his mask break a little.
"You're not leaving, you just don't get it yet. It's fine I'll show you." He mumbled his brows furrowed before he looked back up before reaching at my wrist.
"No! Let me go! We're not doing this again Peter!" I yelled at him. I never liked raising my voice especially at Peter but he never listens.
"You just need to listen and you'll see we're perfect together." He tugged harder on me causing me to fall into his chest. He was pulling me towards the chair where I noticed some rope on my carpet.
I started panicking and struggled more "LET ME GOOO!" I screamed as his hand came down and covered my mouth, throwing me against the nightstand.
I slowly pick up my heavy head and look around the dark room. Moonlight leaked through the ends of the curtains. Even through the darkness I could still see Peters form sitting in a chair in front of me. His head was turned to the window just blankly staring at the covered glass.
I started screaming the cloth in my mouth making it harder. You could still hear my voice erupt loudly no matter what. His head shoots in my direction almost immediately as he covers my mouth and nose with his large hand. My eyes were wide like his but his were more frantic.
"Shhh everythings fine, I'm going to take this off okay." He motioned to the panties stuffed in my mouth but stopped and looked to the side. "But if you make any noise I'm going to have to use this, okay?" He took out a knife from his pocket and showed me a loose grip. He placed it between his legs and took the fabric from my mouth and tossed it on the bed.
"You're fucking crazy." I said in a quiet voice trying not to sound too loud. He frowned and rubbed my cheeks gathering his next words.
"No, I'm just in love with you." He smiled and stood up taking his knife with him. "It's your fault you know, you made me this way." I looked at him with distaste that he was blaming me for his psychoticness.
"Peter, this isn't love, it's an obsession." He comes towards me shaking his head mumbling 'no'. His hand grabs my face tilting up so I can see his wide pupils. If you looked hard enough you might even see hearts.
"I'm not obsessed or delusional, you're the crazy one thinking that we aren't soul mates~." He looked like an over-excited kid on Christmas. I'm almost surprised he didn't purr from his own words.
"Just please let me go Pete." I said I was trying my best to get on his good side. He rotated his head around and signed in pleasure before facing me.
"I love when you call me that, say it again." His hands enclosed me and he leaned down so his head was at the same height as mine. I stay silent and turn my vision to the ground. "I SAID SAY IT AGAIN!" He screamed at me, his spit falling with his words.
"PETE, Pete..." I said and trailed off fear consuming my words like they consumed my body. He smiled again and started humming his hand petting my head like he didn't just scream at me.
"Good girl, you're my good girl aren't you? I mean you haven't even tried to move on or talked to anybody else. You must still love me." He looked at me with a delirious expression as he waited for my answer.
"I don't" I whispered trying to remain confident with a psycho in front of me. Not to mention the outline of the knife in his jacket pocket.
"Yes, you do, we're soulmates destined to be together forever. In every reality are souls are connected because we were one in the past." I couldn't help the tears well up in my eyes from the fear and uneasiness I'm feeling. I felt stuck in a hole that no one could hear me through. Like I was hopeless, nothing I could do but live with that sinking feeling deep in my stomach.
"N-no we're not, this whole situation is crazy don't you get that?!!" I tried knocking sense into him but he kept that strange lovesick smile on face almost as if he didn't hear me. Maybe he didn't; he was just too lost in his fantasy.
"Do you think we'll have the prettiest children? Think about it, my eyes with your lips." His finger dragged down my lip as it bumped against it causing it to go back to its place quickly. "Well any feature on you really... You're just so beautiful, if your personality was genetic then I hope they get all of it." He was smiling like a maniac going on about how he was excited to start a family with me. He began mumbling stuff about how Tony would be so proud of him becoming a dad and how our children would call him 'Uncle Tony' or something.
I knew the chances of me escaping were low with how lost he was in some fantasy of knocking me up not to mention how he's a superhero. God no one would believe me and that's if I even escape a web swinging maniac. What if we are soulmates and he would treat me right? Take care of me during pregnancy. I won't have to worry about money. The price is just my freedom and happiness but maybe I'll grow to love him like I did once so I can again right?
Or maybe I can escape if I have to be away.... Maybe I can be just as lovesick as him. He won't know the difference between real feelings and fake ones. He's too out of it. I look up at him and smile, catching him off guard as he stops talking and smiles back at me. "Yeah, it would be amazing if they had your cute little nose! I can't imagine how beautiful they would be with your hair!" He was booming so much he leaned in and connected our lips.
"See you're finally getting it." He whispered beside my head his nose sniffing my neck he pulled away his hair was more disheveled really highlighting how off the rails he has gotten during this.
"Can I kiss you again?" I ask him to light and don't waste time connecting our lips. I smile fasley into it. He sees me struggling against the restraints "I want to put my hands in your hair but I can't." I pouted and he immediately reached for the restraints. Once they were free he kissed me hard tugging me from the chair and against him. He picked up my leg and dragged me to him and did the same with the other hooking them around his waist.
He pushed me into the bed slowly kissing down my neck, his warm body resting between my legs. He pushed his jacket off and threw it beside me. He began trailing down to my spread legs and slid my pants down my legs. While he was kissing my thighs he seemed distracted so I reached my hand into his pocket finding nothing. I retracted and he pulled my underwear down making me take a deep breath. My lower region was now exposed, this started to feel like it was getting harder to put my plan into action.
He spread my legs more before his touch licked my folds. My head fell back, fuck I had forgotten how good it feels to have him between my legs. His large hands kept my legs from closing as he sucked on my clit. I reached for the jacket again checking the other pocket. I felt a cold solid object. I pulled it under my side so he wouldn't see it. I was trying to open it as two of his fingers made their way inside of me.
"Fuck Peter." I moaned out he kept a steady motion then went increasingly faster. I tried to focus on opening the knife but my high felt closer.
I came against his mouth as I opened the knife the sound of my moaning covering up the click. He fixed his position over me again, making me hide the knife, the tip of it scratching against my back. He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled down his sweats. He kissed me deeply then took my shirt off taking the knife with it. He positioned his cock in front of my folds. I really wanted to feel his cock in me, maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
He shoved himself inside of me hissing out some curse words. "See how perfectly we fit together? It's because we're meant to be-" He trailed off as he gave a hard thrust sending me to be pushed up. "Fuck I can't get enough of your plush pussy, so warm and sweet." My hands clawed down his back, his veiny dick scratching my insides felt so nice. I could feel his tip push against my cervix with every rough thrust.
His hot breath layered itself against my neck, the heat of our bodies making me feel warm "Can I cum in you? You feel so m' good." His hips kept stuttering against my pelvis. I nodded in a blind reaction as my orgasm hit. He pushed against me again and came painting my velvet walls white.
His breathing was ragged as he looked up and pushed hair from my face. "You're even more beautiful now that you're mine." I looked up at his sweaty face and realized I am his i'll never escape from him an do love him right?
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hello, how are you??? i would like to request a tom holland x reader where they go hang out with tom’s friends and the reader sits on his lap while tom is smoking a cigarette and talking to his friends?
i’m good thank you! and i know we all saw that pic of tom with the cigarette, and ughh, he is too attractive 😩😮💨
Clouds of smoke|| T.H.
pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
warnings: smoking obvi.. but other than that i don’t think anything else.
a/n: ugh i didn’t even see this request, i’m so sorry, but i liked this idea so yeah… thank you for the request! and feel free to send some more for me, I’m working on a couple difficult requests rn but i’ll get to all of them i promise lol. (also i don’t know a lot about smoking, but i tried my best lol)
“Y/N AND TOM HURRY YOUR ASSES UP!!!” Harry, one of Tom’s younger brothers yells from downstairs, while Tom was admiring you finishing up your makeup and walking out of your shared bathroom.
“You look gorgeous, as always.” Tom mutters, pulling you in from your waist and placing a sweet kiss to your lips.
Truth be told, you weren’t wearing anything extraordinary, just a cute two piece with polkadots, some cute accessories, and some boots. (outfit below)
“Thank you baby” you smile when he pulls away and grabs his phone off the bed and asks if you were ready to head downstairs. you nod your head and you both stalk down the steps to see Harry impatiently staring at his watch and tapping his foot against the hardwood floor.
“Calm down mate, we’re not gonna be late” Tom says to him with a roll of his eyes while he walks past him, heading towards the car.
“Hey Tom, Harry! Oh- and you are…?” A tall man asks while hugging both Tom and Harry.
“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You say smiling while shaking his hand.
“Oh , if i knew you were coming i would’ve gotten another chair, here lemme try and find one for you …” The man starts but Tom was quick to cut him off;
“No it’s ok! Y/N can sit on my lap, it’s no problem.” Tom says and pulls you down by your hips and you hand right on his lap.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
“Yeah, it’s no problem really!” You dismiss and lean your back against Tom’s chest.
“Anyone up for a smoke?” The man looks up, whose name you still don’t know, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and pulls one out.
“No thanks mate, maybe some other time.” Harry denies and takes a sip of his beer.
“Sure, just one.” Tom shrugs. He doesn’t smoke often of course, just whenever he feels like it. and it was being offered, so he thought, why not?
“Yeah, here you are.” The man hands Tom the cigarette and slides the lighter over the table and you pick it up to it for him. You watch was the smoke slowly enters his mouth as you light it and he quickly pulls it out before too much gets in this mouth, and blows it out.
“You wanna a puff darlin’?” Tom asks, looking at you and raises the cigarette to your lips. Like Tom, you weren’t necessarily a ‘real smoker’, you just have one every now and then. You inhale the smoke and you let it fill your scenes before slowly blowing it out with ease.
“Woah, i said a puff, not a whole drag.” Tom laughs and lifts it back up to his mouth.
“Well, thank you anyway” You sigh, feeling relaxed after only one drag.
“No problem baby…” He says and connects your lips, letting go of the smoke he was holding in his mouth and letting it travel into yours.
“Ok, ew gross. stop being all cuddly.” Harry fake gags and returns back to his conversation with the friendly man.
“That was hot.” You whisper looking into his eyes. By now, you had switched positions (ok have an ariana grande moment bestie😌), so you where sitting on his lap with your knees of each of his sides so you weren’t in that much of an uncomfortable position.
“Yeah, i don’t know why we don’t smoke more often?” He wonders
“Probably because it’s bad for you… but i don’t really care to be honest.” You admit taking the cig from his hands and pulling it up to your mouth.
“I would say the same, but i’ve gotta stay big and healthy if i wanna keep being the grown up, ripped, and incredibly handsome actor i am.” He jokes.
“More for me then!” and you turn yourself back so you were now into the conversation with Harry and the man.
“Damn, you little spitfire.” Tom mutters with a smirk in his face and he leans forward pressing a kiss to the inside of your neck and then also joining the conversation.
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Part three: The one with the bigger head.
Introduction. Part 1. Part 2.
Paring: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Timothee Chalamet x Pedro Pascal x Michael B. Jordan
Warnings: angst??? language, misspellings, and me learning how to write properly.
Word count: 5.5 k
a/n: This Timothée is also an actor but not based in the real one, this is all for drama purposes. This took me a long time thanks to college but I'm on vacation now so you'll see me more, also, 150 followers is a lot for me so thanks to everyone that decided that I'm interesting enough.
—He wrote his number on my left boob and drew a penguin with a spade next to it.—You say to Beth, your new friend and the other unpaid helper, a beautiful dark skin woman with two kids, something that made you respect her instantly, being a mother sounds hard enough, but two, Dios.
Two weeks ago was your first day at work, and even when you tried so bad not to get too excited, every single thing in it was even better than you imagined. The movie you’re helping is some kind of Pride and Prejudice, or that’s what you can tell by the costumes since you can’t read the script or go to the set yet, you're some kind of intern anyway.
—Sophisticated—She mumbles sarcastically while you iron one of the extra's pants, of course, do this isn’t the funniest part of the journey but it’s ok, you are learning a lot, meeting interesting people and of course, Jacqueline Durran. People say meet your idols is disappointing but this isn't the case, she's a sweet and hardworking woman, you haven't much time to talk with her but see her in action is enough satisfaction. For now.—My husband hid my wedding ring in my son's tooth under his pillow when I was about to change it for money, so he isn't a standard for romance either.
—The Tooth Fairy, you meant.—You whisper when some people of the crew enter the trailer looking for something.
—No, we don't do that, I won't let that bitch take the credit for my money, no Santa, no Easter Bunny, anything.—You look at her like she just said her children eat only purple food.
—I don't like to lie to them and they have the whole experience with gifts, money, and stuff. The point is, people have weird ways to express their affection, maybe Ben wanted you to know how much he likes your body and the penguin is a metaphor of how it's not just physical, a funny sparkle. Oh, and the spade is because he is a serial murder but you are his only exception.
—What's your problem with Santa?—You ask ignoring the rest of her speech, the relationship with Ben is, weird, sometimes you feel like he likes you too much, and then ignores you for three days, you try not to think about it, you send messages to each other constantly with memes and shitpost, nothing serious, not that you wanted to but no appreciate the confusion. Beth hit you on the head with a fabric roll and you laugh.
—I don't like the idea of an old white man getting in my house in the middle of the night, and you're changing the subject.—But she didn't have time to elaborate because they called you to meet Durran outside the building. All the interns being anxious and ready to jump off a cliff if she asks for it.
—I need extra hands on set so everyone comes with me, you bring an extra makeup box.—She said pointing at some guy you never talked to—And you get ahead and prepare Anya.—She said to Beth. This is the most exciting moment you ever got, meet the actors, see the set and do some real and important work for the movie.—I'll take all the assistants with me today but as usual Mr. Chalamet arrived late so I need someone to prepare him.—She is examining everyone until her eyes stop on you, a little pink Chihuahua full of energy and emotion.— Yeah, you dear, you seem pretty and he probably won't eat you alive, he's in his truck. Everyone else, come with me.—She claps her hands, sign to everyone to do what they have to.
Ok, shit. On one hand, you have your first important task, on the other, you have to deal with the biggest pain in the ass in Hollywood. Mr. Chalamet is a huge diva, with a bad mood and cute hair, you weren't disappointed to hear that, he already has a reputation as a hot brunette Draco Malfoy being bossy around the set. Why everyone seems to forget that, what's the secret behind being a total jerk and get away with it? Being handsome, yes, being the son of one of the most important actors of his time, ok, but most importantly, he is extremely good in what he does. Everyone thought he would be slowly lost in his father's shadow but he got two Oscar nominations for two different movies oh his debut year and since that, every movie he is part of, is a blockbuster.
Being constantly compared with someone must be stressful and sometimes you feel empathy for him; but not now, no when you see him sitting in his trailer like Joffrey Baratheon asking for your head. But that's not the right attitude, you are extremely professional and you promised yourself not to be on the list of fired people by him, and who knows, meet him could be exciting.
—Good morning.—You say trying to sound more self-confident than you actually are, you don't bother to look at him and go directly to the work table, he doesn't seem to care since is too busy watching his phone. His makeup it's done and his costume on, so the last thing to do is his hair, the new American treasure. He is sitting in front of the mirror wall, with a serious face and no intentions of giving you a good first impression.
—Where’s Fake Blonde Big Ears?—He says abruptly surprising you, you give a little jump that you hoped he didn’t see. His eyes connected with his phone with no interruption, not even a glance; you were aware that he is mean but, is he really ignoring your pretty white boots with tiny shiny strawberries that you sewed yourself, on purpose? There’s no way he didn’t see them, he isn’t ignoring you because he’s too cool to talk with an intern like you, he is ignoring you because he’s acting cool, and for some reason, that gives you some kind of comfort.
—Who?—You ask with a voice that sounds way softer and high than you pretended. You cough trying to clarify your throat and start preparing the brushes, you know how to do his hair, you studied every single part of the costume department for a moment like this, all of the helpers did, you don't have any reason to be nervous.
—If you have an audition problem tell me now, I hate repeating stuff, something that obviously isn’t a problem with Fake. Blonde. Big. Ears— He said the last part slowly as if he was talking to a senior person. You grip the brush hard until your fingertips turn white, but you managed yourself and start fixing his hair.
—I don’t have a problem but I don’t know anyone with that name. — Good, a political answer, kind, polite, no need to start a fight with your temporary boss, tomorrow you will be back at the studio with nice dresses and leather boots, they'd never insult someone for their looks, and most importantly, they can't fire you.
—I’d call acting idiot a problem, you know who I talk about and you choose to play dumb and be nice instead.— You look at him through the mirror to find his big green inexpressive eyes looking directly at your soul, slowly taking the life of it, or that’s how you feel it.
Don't look at a violent animal directly to the eye, advice your grandma gave you once and this is the perfect example of it.
—I don’t see why not being an asshole is a problem.—You almost regret saying that, but he was pushing you just in the right places and your temper is winning over you. Your hot blood gives you confidence enough to keep doing your work, doesn't matter what he says or what power he has. You work for Jacqueline, not him.
—Are you calling me an asshole? —He asks with the same stupid beautiful face, but you take the look away of the violent animal, hoping that's enough for him to not bite.
—Did you call me idiot?—You say ignoring the gaze that is pointing at you like the red dot sight of a gun in your forehead.
—I said you play like an idiot.
—Then I guess I did.—And before he could say anything else you turn on the hairdryer and keep doing your thing gladly that you have to move your hands too much so he can’t see them shaking. You are pretty sure that you will regret every decision you made since you entered this room but it’s too late to get back to the nice tame girl.
An assistant knocked on the door giving the five minutes remain and you stop holding your breath, the fresh memory of the world outside this trailer is enough to keep you sane.
—Done.—You say finally putting the things you used back in their place, waiting for him to leave, but he is not leaving, of course, he doesn’t care about getting late for the shooting, everyone is there for him including you.
—You didn’t answer my question.— The sound of his voice behind you gives shiver to your spine even when he isn’t that close. You feel really stupid for giving him that power over you, is just a bully and you're not scared of them.
—Her name is Paulette and she’s helping on set.—Her ears are that big? You never noticed it, that makes you wonder what bad things he sees in you that you don’t.
—You look at people when they talk to you. Turn around.—…What? You do what he asks with frown eyebrows, he must be kidding, there’s no way an adult could talk like that to another adult, you almost break in laughs. —What’s so funny?
—I’m sorry, is just that I’ve never seen a head this huge.—You respond with a soft smile, and walking beside him, ready to run to your freedom and probably dismissal. His hand in your arm stops you suddenly, the tension of your body warns you that your about to choose violence.
—Brave comment coming of the ugliest boots that ever existed. —You knew he saw them, don’t appreciate the review but he didn’t completely ignore you.— At least I hope they’re comfortable enough to walk through the unemployed life.
—Oh, they are, thanks for the concern Mr. Chalamet, I don’t understand why everyone says you’re such a dickhead.—You have an extracorporeal experience listening to yourself, you can’t let him get into your head and give him reasons to fire you and take the only thing in your life that has sense. You calm your breathing and look at him with an eased expression.—I'm sorry, I shouldn't...
—Don’t ruin it.—He cuts you off rolling his eyes and lowering his grip to your forearm, softer and even sweet, like an unintentional caress. Your confused face makes him smile and shakes his head.—Just when you got my attention.—He whispers in your ear and proceeds to leave the truck with no other explication, leaving a shocked and scared pink woman with the eyes wide open and about to fade out. He is worst when is kind.
—I’m home! —You yell closing the apartment door behind you, ready to jump into the couch, watch a corny movie that you never would admit you like, and cry. —I need Sheep’s special soup, I have one of those days! —You keep yelling at the empty space and go directly to the fridge.
—She went to the store. —A male voice beside you makes you scream and throw a ketchup bottle at his bare chest since is the first thing you find.
—Who the fuck are you?!
—Michael, I’m dating Stella, I thought you knew, hey. —He offers you his hand and you look at it cautiously.
—Prove it. —You respond still hiding behind the fridge's door and looking for another thing to throw at him, something more harmful after the unsuccessful condiment.
—Prove it?—He laughs crossing his arms surprised at your demand. —Ok then, Stella is 21 years old, studies acting, Australian, blonde with small beautiful blue eyes, and shares this apartment with his Hispanic best friend with commitment problems and anger issues. —You gasped feeling hurt by the second stranger insulting you today.
—She would never say that… the anger issues at least.—You close the fridge door now sure that he isn’t some kind of thief pretending to fix the heater to rob your cool handmade dresses and painting of random people at the park. Not today but those things will be priceless someday.
—Yeah, she didn’t say that part but I can hear you screaming in the background when I call her, so.—This is not a good day to put your attitude in perspective, you don't want to add anything to the stereotype of Hispanic people being loud and dramatic but maldita sea, these Americans couldn't be more annoying today.
—Ok I’m loud, does that means I have anger issues? Typical Michael, judge, nosy, a hateful now it all and whiney, yes she told me about you and I won't tell you which part of that is what she didn't say.
—Heeeey! —Sheep opens the door at the perfect moment for her to hear you insulting her new boyfriend and you run to hug her because she is the only person that never makes you feel judged—Oh no, honey, what happened?—She leaves the shopping bags and wraps you with her arms softly caressing your back.
—I insulted Timothée Chalamet, he said that my boots are ugly, then your half-naked boyfriend with tiny nipples said I have anger issues, something that is probably true because I called my boss an asshole and I’m surely gonna get fired because he said that I got his attention and I don't know if he was flirting with me o threatening me to death. —You whine on her shoulder releasing everything you kept for yourself on the way back home.
—I'm going to need more information... Timothee Chalamet?—She asks giving a step back to look at you, but you only whine in response.—It's ok love, it's ok, I'm going to make your soup and everything will be more clear later.
She hurries to the kitchen and you see Michael's gaze mocking at you, you stick your tongue out at him and follow your friend.—Her name is Sheep, you pretentious fratboy.—You whisper when pass next to him.
—Dickhead? I need to teach how to swear, that's really the best you could think of?—Ben laughs through the phone making you blush, of course not, you have a thousand insults better than that, but none of those sounds good in English so you stick with the basics.
—Shut up, I was terrified and trying not to be that rude, I love that job.—You answer keep doing your homework. When you get a job with industry relevance the college gives you some facilities for you to keep studying, but that includes tons of no mercy homework.
—After the boots comment? No way, I would have punched him in the face right there.—You heard him giggling.
—Careful, I still can get even with someone.
—No, I’m for real, I like them, actually the next time I see you I want you to wear nothing but them.—He knows that the path to your smile is flattering your clothes because of how hard you work on them.
—It’s easier to say it since I haven’t seen you in a week.—You say making a big effort to not sound that needy, he has a way to make you forget everything around you, and even when that’s not a healthy choice, you crave for that feeling lately.
—I know, I want to see my cute Jigglypuff too but I want you to miss me badly so when I come back you can show me.—He says lowering his voice, making your stomach flinch, you love it when he uses that tone.
—I can show you now.—You say playfully and stopping to pretend that you care about your homework.
—Ok, fuck, just let me go to my room because I’m supposed to be at a reunion with the band and I didn’t know that pressure you to talk your day would bring us here.—You laugh hearing his breath get cut for what you think is him running.
His band is making a small tour in towns around, just to make sure they have the zone covered before making a big concert and sold out, he is supposed to be back in a week and you can’t be more excited about seeing him again. His presence is so intoxicant and addictive, not caring about real-life problems, and not being able to see all the things about yourself that you don’t like. But, you like him that way? You have asked that question to yourself the last few days but since you're not ready for the answer, you don’t get deep into it.
The next day you wake up with your phone in your hand, you turned off the alarm in your sleep and now you are terribly late to work. This is unusual in you but Ben kept you awake up for hours and then homework for the rest of the night. Say you had three full hours of sleep would be excessive.
—I’m sorry, I’m here! I overslept but I brought you a coffee and a firm excuse for my first and last delay.—Out of breath you start overwhelmingly Ted, the helper's manager, and offer him the drink you bought for yourself but seems more useful to charm him.
—It’s ok, he arrived ten minutes ago but is still eating breakfast so that gives you another five at least.—He says without looking at you but taking the coffee, you had no idea what he’s talking about and why your coworkers are looking at you like you have a fatal disease you don’t know about.
—I’m sorry, who arrived?—You ask hugging yourself, needing some kind of support. He finally looks at you and scans from head to toe, not rudely, just analyzing.
—Aren’t you...—He looks at his phone looking for something.—Hispanic Pesky Nice Ass?—He finishes putting his phone down and ignoring the awkwardness of bringing your ass to the conversation.
—...I guess, I mean yeah, could be.—There’s no other Hispanic intern in that department and ok, you have a nice ass, not sure about the pesky part, especially because you don't know what that means but if it's the way Timothée described you, you couldn't wait to be something completely kind.
—No one told you, huh?—He says with a distressing look.—Congratulations, you are the new cosmetologist of Mr. Chalamet, you are a paid employee from now on... if you see the good part, HPNA—He says referring to the initials of your new nickname while starts walking away.
—Wait! No, I’m not a cosmetologist, I’m a costume designer, well, I aspire to be, I work for Mrs. Durran...—You start saying following him and trying to keep his track, is way taller than you.
—And she doesn’t care about you, she gets another intern in a second. This is a real and lifetime opportunity, some people would give a hand for a thing like this, and I'd be more worried about doing a good job and put his name in my resume. Now go to his trailer because he specifically asked for you.—You stop walking and see him getting away from you taking your complaints with him. He is right, this is a big moment for your career. But at what cost?
You go to his trailer and knock at the door with a different attitude than yesterday, you are mad, he has absolutely no right to take you of your workplace and claim you as his, and for what? Revenge? Insult you again? It doesn’t matter, you won’t let him win, the filming will last another two weeks and then you’ll be free, with a star in your curriculum and money.
—Mhm.—You hear subtly from the other side of the door. Ugh, he doesn’t even mind to offers you a complete word, no, you won’t give him the pleasure of seeing you mad again. You enter the trailer with a kind smile that obviously he doesn’t see because he doesn’t look at you, again.
—Good morning.—You say joyful, if what he's interested in is you doing drama then that's exactly what you won't give him.
—You are really making an effort to look like a cartoon character.—How could he say that? He didn't even see you, or that's what you think, his gaze never left the phone.
Today you chose baby blue shorts and tank top with white buttons in the middle, a necklace with cotton balls all around that look like tiny clouds, matching earrings, and white sneakers with big rainbow platforms. You look pretty, doesn't matter what he says so you give him a soft polite laugh, the one you'd give a teacher.
—Glad you notice.—You answer going for your tools with the same cheerful tone.
—Your hair is even blinding than yesterday.—He keeps saying, clearly expecting a shrewd answer from you, but you still the same when starts doing his makeup.
—Oh, thanks, I use a special shampoo, I can give you the name if you want to.—You answer like an actor of a commercial, credible enough. You lean to his face to cover the shine with a brush but he stops you by holding your wrist.
—How long do you think you can keep this stupid attitude?—He says softly in a velvet voice that would have melted you if you weren't this mad. He pulls you a little bit to his body and you don't put up resistance, not sure why.
—Until the last moment.—You answer, release yourself from his grip and get back to your work. His smile increases devilishly while yours is weakened.
The next days happen as a long nightmare. You wake up every day after two or three hours of sleep, go to work, college, make a lifetime of homework, cry for five minutes, take a shower, and sleep as long as your alarm allows you. But the worst part is, not a surprise, Timothée Chalamet who works hard day by day humiliating and pushing you to your limits making you go for his food, spoon-fed him, cut his pills, ruin his hair to make you do it again, call you names, makes jokes about your clothes or hair and flirt in a passive-aggressive style that made you reconsider how much you want to keep working in films. He's not callously rude, is more like a naughty kid playing with his nanny, in other times you would have gone along with him but you're not there for that and the chaos around you just make it worst.
Ben has been your stand the whole week, making you smile with every message or just distracting you by saying stories of his crazy fans. You're not ready to have a relationship again but eventually, if the things with Ben keep going as great as now, you could give it a try.
—All I'm saying is that no one would blame you if you knock him off, everyone knows he's is a jerk, even me, and I've watched like three movies.—Ben says with a sleepy voice, he insisted to call you after work and since Timothée takes his time to arrive, you've been talking for almost an hour.
—His face must be assured for millions and I'm lucky if I buy a burger to lunch.—You say amused outside the trailer waiting for your headache of the day.
—I'll take you to dinner when I get back.—He replies using his flirty voice showing the multi intention of his offer.
—You'll be lucky if see me for five minutes. You should come one of these days and show him your muscles so he thinks I have a boyfriend double his size, maybe that calms him.—You laugh but he doesn't join you, instead, there's an awful silence that stabs you in the cheast.—Not that we are boyfriend and girlfriend, but he could think that.
—Oh, great!—Now he laughs and sighs audibly, too much to not be offensive.—I thought we were about to have that awkward conversation where I tell you that we are not dating and we're just friends having a good time, hanging out with other friends too, and is nothing serious.—You laugh too but not for the same reasons. It's not that you want anything else right now, but just friends that see other friends? That was almost hurtful, or just hurtful, that means that he has been living the great life with his friends when you can't even hang out with your actual friends. You're not sure what bothers you the most, there's a long list to check.
—No, we are clear in that, even when we haven't mentioned any of that, and one could get confused... not me, obviously.—You see Timothée arriving at the perfect moment because you don't think that you can keep lying without getting upset.—I gotta go.
—Ok love, I see you in three...—But you don't let him finish before hang up and enter in the trailer before the brunette does, that surprise him, and the absence of your forced smile and greeting.
—Buenos días.—He says in regular Spanish trying to catch your attention unsuccessfully. It may be the lack of proper sleep, eat, or Ben's new attitude but you are tired of keep playing with him a game that you can't win no matter how you see it. You don't answer but that's not his biggest fixation, your outfit is completely black, jeans, hoodie, and shoes, no sparkle or surprise detail, you look like a normal college student with a messy bun and eyebags.—I don't get the concept of your outfit today, are you the shadow of Peter Pan?
—Not today.—You murmur ordering the things in your backpack because like if it's not enough you have an important exam today, the reason why your about to break your personal record with no sleep.
—Oh, Princess Bubblegum is moody today, so sad, but you can use that energy to take my car to the service after we're done here.—He starts saying walking to you gracefully, like a panther charming his food, if that has any sense.
—Not today.—You repeat slowly feeling the anger stuck in your throat, you are trying so hard not to yell and show how exhausted you are of everything. He takes another step forward and places a hand in your backpack putting it down forcing you to look at him.
—Shit, you look terrible.—He mumbles looking careful at your face, was that concern?
—You know what, Mr. Charmander? From now on you have the permission of three insults per day, after that, it would be very nice if you shut the fuck up for the rest of the journey. Or even better, what if you just shut the fuck up forever and that's it!—You start saying raising your voice gradually, avoiding look at him because that would take the pinch of boldness you found somewhere inside you.
—Oh, you know my name! That's a fucking miracle Timothée because this must be the first time you say it and it's sadly the only expression of respect you have had for me.—You feel the blood up in your cheeks while you are fighting against the rage tears threatening to come out.
He waits until you stop talking and gives another step to you, but you are too emotional to care that your bodies are separated by just a few centimeters. He looks at you with affection and concern, for the last days he watched you lose your sparkle and it was almost hurtful.—What else?—He asks in a soft murmur that caresses your ears, the calm of his voice when he's not trying to be a pain in the ass is peaceful.
—Your selfish ass can't help to take everything you want. You had absolutely no right to take me off my job, do you have any idea of how hard I've worked? I can't sleep, I can't eat, I don't even enjoy what I study anymore, and none of that is your fault but being a complete dick and make my life miserable for your own entertainment is.—You realize how high you were talking but you don't care.
—Keep going.—He insists leaning his face to yours just enough to not be intrusive.
—You are rude, arrogant, cynical, and not as handsome in person.—You continue finally looking at his olive absorbing eyes that look more joyful at every second.—I don't know if you have some sort of SM fetish and you enjoy when I insult you but fuck it, don't make me part of this.
—Are you done?—He asks with a grin and his hand taking the claw clip off your hair making it fall, he moves a lock behind your ear, and is at that moment that you realize the amount of sexual tension in the room, allowing yourself to smell his scent for the first time, perfume more expensive than your phone, dim essence of herb mixes like mint or eucalyptus, and grape chapstick, you can see it glowing slightly on his lips.
—Enlisting all about you that pisses me off? It'll take several days.—Your voice got back to a regular tone and your eyes follow the trail of his hand that slides from your hair to your arm. You have chills. This is a new kind of mental torture?
—Good, the longer, the better.—His giggles dissolve the stress from your body and you take your time to breathe properly again, the new problem is your heartbeat. You should be mad at how he gets away with the rude things he did to you just smiling like a high schooler and touching you like a dog. But you are not.— I didn't know you wanted to be an intern, I assumed you'd love to work with me... because my head is giant.—He murmurs and you believe in his words, later you could blame the vulnerability that sleepless nights gave you.—I liked you and I thought that we were both playing.
—I'm not an alley you adopt and play with it.—You stay firm even when his touch is melting you inside.—And tell my boss I have a nice ass, you call that a compliment? You have the romantic personality of a 13 years old boy.
—Was that or Hispanic Pesky Clown Style, I had to be very specific.—He says amused, not offended by your words.
—Ya tuve suficiente...— You start saying and about to push him in the chest to walk away but he holds your face and takes you in a deep kiss that freezes you, the hold of his hands is soft and warm, not forcing you to stay close but enjoying your presence and claiming for more.
You hold his waist and end the space between both of you, receiving the comfort you didn't know you need. He holds the back of your neck and presses it just enough to make you stand on your tiptoes to reach his relief. You're not thinking clearly with your arms in his lower back and his tongue caressing your lips, it just feels correct at the moment.
He walks forward making you step back against the wall, you gasp against his mouth, he tightens the grab on your neck and you have to hold him harder to you to not fade out. He gets that as a need for proximity and uses his free hand to take your thigh and lift you up, using his own body to give you support.
The time stops, the entire existence is reduced to a distant memory when you put your hands in his hair, the one you been fixing and secretly wanted to mess up with your fingers like you're doing right now. He lifts your hoody enough to touch the bare skin of your waist, his fingertips are cold but the palm is warm, a proper mix, you think. His mouth goes down to your jaw and leaves small bites that he proceeds to lick, putting out the fire.
You look for the edge of his shirt to lift it up but the five minutes remain knock at the door arrives and you freak out pushing him too hard that he almost fell against the makeup table and you collapse on the floor.
When you see each other seconds later, both burst out laughing.
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The Pink Shirt
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader
Summary: Based off of Tommy’s obsession with the pink shirt from Zara. Also because I bought the damn shirt for myself as well😭
Warnings: none—I lied. Filthy, dirty, kinda funny, horny smut. Tom is down bad and I need to touch some grass.
A/n: I had this idea so now I’m writing it! Wanted to do some free writing and not requests to let myself ease back into my writing mindset:) might help me get out of a writer’s funk! Hope you loves like it💕
(my best boy🥺)
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With your eyes still shut with sleep, you stretched your limbs, loosening up your muscles from the long night of slumber. Your arm reaches out to the space beside you, expecting to feel the warm body of your boyfriend. When your hand only comes to contact with the comforter, your eyes slowly peel open. Your head rises from your pillow, looking around for any sign of Tom.
His side of the bed was still fairly warm, the outline of his body slightly imprinted into the sheets. The sunlight from the windows peek into the room, causing you to squint. You plop your head back onto the bed, turning to nuzzle your face into Tom’s pillow. His familiar smell of lavender, warm spices, and hints or cedarwood enter your senses and you can’t help but snuggle deeper into his pillow.
A clang in the kitchen startles you. He’s probably getting his morning tea, you thought to yourself. As much as he hated to admit it, Tom was a morning person. He enjoyed waking up early: he got to watch the sun rise, have a morning workout, and he got the opportunity to watch you peacefully sleep. Some people might find the last part creepy, but he swears it isn’t, he just likes to stare at your face.
Deciding to get a move on for the day, you haul yourself out of bed and reach down to the floor for the first article of clothing you can find. The shirt on the floor happened to be one of Tom’s. It was a new shirt of his that he had bought from Zara while you two were out doing rounds around the city. You had suggested it to him, saying that pink complimented his skin and that he needed more color in his closet. Obviously, he bought the shirt. You hadn’t expected him to immediately wear it, but the moment he wore it, he never wanted to take it off. The infamous pink shirt became a staple in his wardrobe and he was obsessed with it.
You pull the shirt over your head and pair it with some shorts. You continue your morning routine, heading into the connected bathroom and freshening yourself up for the day. When you felt presentable, you walked out the room and headed straight to the kitchen. You heard the quiet murmurs of Tom and the sizzling on the stove. You could hear him make little comments to Tessa and return to humming Kiss Me More by Doja Cat and SZA. The song had been stuck in your head, meaning that it was played almost 24/7 wherever you went. Tom must’ve heard the song from you one too many times and it got stuck in his head as well.
You enter the kitchen, immediate being greeted by Tessa. Your voice goes a pitch higher as you bend down to snuggle her. “Good morning darling!” You say in a babyish voice, petting and pressing kisses to her head. Her tail wags in excitement, happy to have the attention on her.
Tom notices your presence, looking over his shoulder to see you with Tessa. He turns back to the eggs on the stove but quickly does a double take when he sees a flash of pink on you. On you was his favorite pink shirt. He didn’t have a problem with you wearing it, in fact he adored when you wore his clothes. They were a bit oversized on you and made you look so adorable. But something about you wearing this specific shirt did things to him.
Your eyes suddenly align with his, your lips turning up into a wide smile. He reciprocates the action and turns the stove off—his eggs were done anyway. You stand up straight and approach him, wrapping your arms around his bare figure, the only thing on him being his boxers. Your face is flush against his back, lips pressing soft kisses along his spine and shoulders.
“G’mornin sweet girl.” He hums, taking one of your arms and bringing it up to his own lips. He interlocks your fingers with his and places a kiss atop your knuckles. He keeps a hold on your hand while he plates the eggs on your plates.
“Mornin’ bubs.” You smile against his skin, hugging him tighter. Tom chuckles at your hold, he adored it when you were all cuddly so early in the morning. He lifts your hand in the air, twirling you in the process, and pulling you into his chest. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the curls that brushed against it.
“You’re up early. I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed and be a really cute boyfriend.” He hums, stroking your back. His eyes drift down your body, admiring the way his pink shirt looks on you. The words “A VERY GOOD START” printed onto the shirt rested along your left breast. It definitely was a very good start to his day—seeing you in his clothes made him weak and a full on simp for you.
“You don’t need to do anything to be a cute boyfriend, you already are bubs.” You scrunch your nose at him and peck his lips. He leans into the kiss, following your lips as they pull away from his. “And I woke up alone and was wondering where you went, that’s why I’m up early.”
“I was hungry as soon as I woke up so I made us some breakfast.” He explains. His hands drift down your figure, fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your legs. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, while his hands grasps onto your bum. A boyish grin forms on his lips as he cheekily squeezes your bum cheeks, “You don’t have to worry about being alone anymore because you found me.”
You playfully roll your eyes at him, “I’m starting to regret finding you, you horny little shit.” You tease him. It was normal for the both of you to poke fun at each other, it was your love language.
Tom licks his lips, eyes scanning your body again. The shirt was big on you, your nipples pebbled against the material, and his scent was radiating off of you. It might have been a shirt but it was his shirt with his scent on it, and it turned on his possessive side.
“But you look so fucking adorable and hot in my shirt.” He pouted, setting you on the counter and letting his fingers sneak under his shirt to touch your skin. “I just want to take you on this counter and lay you down, eat your sweet pussy out, and hear your pretty little moans.” He teasingly trails kisses along your jaw and neck. His fingers grab onto your hips, thumbs digging desperately into your skin.
Your tilt his chin up so that he’s staring up at you. Lust consumes his toffee brown eyes, turning them darker compared to their usual bright tint.
“You know what else you can take on this counter?” You ask him, a smidge of seduction in your tone. Completely enamored by you, Tom just lets out a little hum in response. You lean in closer to his ear, making sure to brush your lips against it.
“The breakfast you just cooked for us. We should eat before it gets cold.” You whisper, your breath fanning against his neck. You feel him shudder against you as goosebumps appear on his neck. He throws his head back, groaning at you.
“You little shit, you’re such a tease.” He grumpily says, pushing himself off the counter away from you. He grabs the plates he prepared for you both and sets them on the table. You laugh, hopping off the counter. You didn’t miss him adjusting himself in his boxers as he awkwardly sat on a stool. You settle beside him and pressed a kiss on his temple. He huffs cutting into his pancake.
“Tommy.” You whine, ducking to reach his lips. He was pouting and moved away from you.
“No, you’re mean.” He grumbles. “But you worked so hard to cook breakfast, I wouldn’t want it to all go cold.”
“That’s what a microwave is for.” He retorts.
“It’s better fresh.” You stab a fork into your eggs and eat it. He remains silent, chewing on his food. You began to feel bad and place your chin on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry for being a tease.” You apologize, watching him for a reaction. You continue, “I’ll let you do whatever you want later.” That catches his attention.
You shrug, “After I digest?”
“How long does it take to digest?” He questions you.
“I don’t know, thirty minutes?” You guess. He tries to stop the small smile on his lips from forming, but fails to. He nods nudging his nose against yours, “Sounds good to me.”
The day passes with ‘discreet’ teasing and ogling from Tom. The both of you couldn’t exactly do anything later because things happened during the day. First, Tom had to log onto zoom to attend a meeting for a new film. Then, you got occupied doing some last minute work for college. While you were consumed with your assignments, Tom’s eyes would drift to where you were. You were sat on the couch, legs on the cushions, as you typed away on your laptop. You wore the shirt all day, even when you turned into the bedroom to take a short nap.
The moment his meeting ended, Tom went straight to your shared bedroom. To his content, you were already awake, scrolling through your phone. The position you were in made him inwardly groan. You were on your stomach with your plump ass sticking up in the air.
“Baby.” He called as he entered the room. Tom carefully clamored over you, straddling you from behind. He ducked his head to kiss the back of your neck, his lips instantly latching onto the spot that he knew riled you up. “Baby, it’s later.” He mumbled against your neck.
“I know, was waiting for you to finish with your meeting.” You reply, turning to meet his lips. He smiles into the kiss, deepening it as he helped you lay on your back. He blindly takes your phone from your hand and puts it to the side, his fingers resuming to play with the material of his shirt. One of your hands cup his face while the other moved to thread through his curls. You pull on the strands, emitting a deep moan from Tom. He let out a sigh of relief when he was able to ground his hardening cock against your clothed core.
“Fuck—was thinking about this all day.” He choked as he bucked his hips against yours. The friction coming from between you two and the sight of you underneath him in his clothes sent waves of arousal straight to his dick.
“Well now you don’t need to think anymore, just do me.” You quickly reply in between his kisses. You weren’t even sure what came out your mouth because all you can feel was yourself being consumed by Tom.
One of his hands dip down to slip past your shorts; what Tom felt made him moan. Under your shorts—technically his boxers—was nothing but your wet cunt. Tom felt himself get harder at the thought of you wearing nothing under his boxers the entire day.
“And you don’t have any fucking panties on.” Tom bit down on your bottom lip, pulling on it a bit with his teeth, before letting it go. “You’ve been a naughty girl all day. Teasing me with the shirt, then at the kitchen this morning, and now I found out that you haven’t been wearing anything under my boxers today.”
“What are you gonna do, Tommy? Punish me?” You taunt him, your hands being pinned to the mattress by one of his own.
“You see I would, but I’m feeling generous today. You look so good in my clothes and now I wanna mark you up even more by being inside you.” He casually shared as his fingers between your legs spread your wetness on your cunt. His thumb expertly yet blindly brushes your clit, making you gasp.
Tom continues his causal conversation with you, “You’d like that won’t you? Marking you up and showing everyone that you’re mine?” Your mouth only gaps in pleasure, your body content with the way his fingers flicked between your folds. All while this is happening, his eyes remain on you. He watched as your eyes threatened to roll back, the way your mouth opened and closed, and how your brows would furrow in pleasure.
Tom tuts, moving so that you’re directly looking at you, “I need words, darling.” A breath releases shakily past your lips, “Yeah.”
“Yeah what?” Tom tilts his head at you, still flicking his fingers below you, one of his fingers teasing your entrance.
“I—I want you to—oh—mark me up.” You stutter out. Tom uses that as confirmation to shove his finger into your hole. You gasp, legs jolting to close, though Tom’s torso avoids them to do so.
Tom cheekily chuckles. “Oh, I know you do.” He responds, mocking you on your little slip up. With how wet you were getting, it wasn’t difficult for him to shove in a second finger. While his fingers pushed in and out of you, his thumb made rough circles on your clit, the perfect move to drive you towards the edge.
“Such a good girl for me.” He hums, craning his head so that he can suck hickies onto your neck. His lips attached to your skin, sucking harshly while his teeth and tongue alternated to bite and smooth the spot. When he felt one side was bruised enough, he moved to the other side of your neck, repeating his motions.
“So responsive, you’re still getting wet.” He whispered. Your toes curled and whimpers escaped your mouth at how good he was making you feel. When Tom felt your walls clenching down on his fingers, he disconnected himself from your neck, admiring the patches of hickies that littered your neck and collarbone.
“All mine.” He muttered. “You gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing down on me, baby. Come on, cum on my fingers.” He nudged your nose with his, quickening his pace. You felt the tension in you building up. When the tension relaxed, you came undone. Squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back, giving Tom a view of your bruised neck. He dove right back in, sucking on the part of your throat that vibrated as you released a moan.
When he felt your breathing fall back to pace, he stared at you.
“You alright?” He asked, a hand of his coming up to affectionately move strands of hair that stuck onto your face. The lust in his eyes momentarily disappeared being replaced with concern. You nodded letting out an “mhm”.
And just like that the lust returned to his eyes. He pecked your lips and wiggled his way down towards your soaked heat.
“Good ‘cause we’re just starting.” He grinned. His eyes connected with the grey Calvin Klein boxers you wore. The patch between your legs was far more darker compared to the rest of the article of clothing.
“That’s sexy.” He comments. “Your cum soaking my boxers, God.” Tom shows the slightest bit of roughness by shoving your thighs apart to make way for his head. When he was centimeters away from your cunt, his eyes shift to look up at you, that boyish grin gracing his angelic face. Though right now he was far from angelic, he was like a sin between your legs. A sin you would do over and over again.
He chuckles to himself and kisses your pussy through the boxers. You knew this was payback for you teasing him earlier in the day. You found your hips lifting from the mattress, wanting to get more contact from Tom. His response was to only slam your hips back down, keeping his hands there to pin them to the bed.
Your legs widen, allowing all of him to be flush against you. Biting down on your lip, your hands reach down to the top of Tom’s head to grasp onto his hair.
“Tom.” You whine. Tom releases a low moan, rutting his crotch against the mattress to relieve his own arousal.
“I know, I know.” His tongue swipes his lips, tasting a hint of you on them. He takes his boxers off you and tosses them to the floor. His eyes hungrily connect with your core.
The heat forming between you and Tom was overwhelming you, causing you to sweat. You move to take off your (Tom’s) shirt but it’s suddenly yanked back down. You look at Tom in shock to see his eyes on you, “Keep the fucking shirt on.” You comply, leaving the shirt alone.
Tom turns his attention back to your slit and how it glistened with your wetness. Before he can do anything, he pulls his shirt off, and throws it over his shoulder. Without any warning, he dives into your heat. You let out a high pitched moan, your thighs clenching, and your eyes rolling back.
“Shit, Tom.” You moan as his mouth suctions itself onto your center. It was wet and sloppy, all you felt was his mouth and tongue attacking your pussy. He moans in content at the sounds you made for him, the vibrations of his moan buzzed against your clit. You whine while your hands grasp onto his curls to bring him closer to you.
“Taste so good for me. You’re such a good girl for me, (y/n).” He praises you, sloppily kissing your heat. His fingers split your folds apart, a string of your arousal forming between the space. Tom flicks his tongue, teasing your hole.
“Can you give me another one, love?” He questions you, the pad of his thumb making rough circles on your clit.
“Y—yeah.” You stammered, features contorting in pleasure.
“Yeah? I know you can, baby.” He replaces his thumb with his mouth and began to suck on your clit. His fingers were back inside you, pumping in and out repeatedly. The combination of his mouth and rough fingers caused white flashes to appear in your vision. You felt like you were blanking out, drunk on the euphoric pleasure Tom was giving you. He knew every little thing that riled you up and took you apart—he was like a pro when it came to making you feel good.
“God, Tom I’m close.” You clamp down on his fingers, your legs wrapping around his waist. Tom picks up the pace of his tongue, adding a hint of his teeth to graze at your sensitive bud.
“C’mon darling, cum all over my face, give me another one.” His words vibrate against your clit again. With the help of his tongue and fingers, your back was arching off the mattress, a loud cry tumbling off your lips. Your legs tightened around him as you came all over him. Gasping, you pried him off your core, the sensations of your orgasm making you far too sensitive. Your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath after the blissful moment.
“That’s my girl.” He mumbles, easing away from your center with your cum dripping down his chin. A proud grin is on his lips. You stare at him through half shut eyes, “Don’t get cocky on me.”
Tom licks his lips and uses the back of his hand to wipe your cum from his face.
“I didn’t say anything, lovey.” He innocently retorts, allowing you to come down from your high. Tom lifts your shirt to press kisses along your hipbones and stomach.
“You had that stupid look, you cocky shit.” You knew he was proud at the fact that he was the reason to why you were so blissed out. You may have had flushed cheeks, hair sticking to your face, and sweating—but he thought you looked absolutely stunning beneath him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He hums nonchalantly, pushing your shirt to rest above your breasts. He momentarily stares at your erected nipples, almost boyishly. That glint of playfulness shining in his eyes.
“Come to daddy.” He says before ducking to suck on one of your nipples. You scrunch your face at him prying him off you. Tom objects, shooting you a look.
“You did not just fucking say that.”
“I did, now let me suck on them titties.” He snickers, can’t taking himself serious. You burst out laughing, “You’re killing the mood.”
He shakes his head, bouncing a bit, “Fine, sorry, sorry.” He pecks your lips and goes back to flicking his tongue on each of your nipples. You feel his hard on bumping against you, making your cunt squeeze down on thin air.
“Tom, you’re so hard.” Your hand rubs him through his boxers, helping him relieve himself of some tension. The action only causes Tom to jut his hips onto your hand.
“Thank you, baby.” He groans, pressing his forehead in between your breasts. You continue to rub him, finding the head of his cock and running your thumb past his tip. He suddenly snatches your hand from him, startling you.
He kisses your wrist, “Nothing, sorry. I just won’t last long if you keep doing that. I need to be in you.” You nod, spreading your legs wider for him to get comfortable. Tom shimmies out his boxers, pulling out his length. It was quite long, with the veins almost popping out, and his tip red hot. Tom hissed when the air met his hard on.
You took some of your slick, gathering it on your hand, and used it as lube for Tom’s dick. He lines himself with your entrance and looks at you.
“You’re on the pill right?”
“Yup, I am.” You confirm, squeezing his bicep. Tom nods, interlocking one of your hands with his. The both of you sigh in relief once he enters you. The veins of his cock brush against your walls, his length completely filling you up.
“So fucking tight.” Tom breathes out, stilling so you can get used to him. You kiss his jaw, giving him the ‘ok’ to move. He pulls out then snaps his hips back into yours, knocking the breath right out of you.
He grabs one of your hands and rests his forehead against yours as his thrusts begin to grow harder and faster. “Yeah—won’t last long.”
“It’s ok, keep going Tommy.” You coax him, your free hand scratching at his back, spurring him on. Tom stills, leaning back to rest on his haunches. His hands grab onto your ankles, pushing your legs back until your knees touch your stomach.
“Keep these open for me, yeah?” He realigns himself with your entrance again. This time when he enters, he reaches deeper into you, hitting that spot that pushes you closer to becoming wrecked. Your moans are now bouncing off the walls; if Harry were home, the poor boy would have been mortified.
Tom smirks down at you, “That feels good doesn’t it, lovey?” As he says this his hand gently cradles your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“You make me feel so good, Tommy.” You whimper, turning your head to kiss his palm. “Only you.”
Tom’s thumb glides past your lip before slipping it into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digit, getting it wet. He takes his thumb from your mouth and brings it back to your clit. His touch makes you jolt, your sensitive bud already overstimulated from your previous orgasms.
“I’m close, baby.” He warns you, his thrusts becoming erratic. His hips were moving sloppily, but he was still hitting your spot. You decide to help him out and replace his hand with yours on your clit.
“I fucking love you, fuck.” You groan. Tom connects his lips with yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible. With both his hands free, he angled his hips a certain way and began to rail into you, fucking you into the mattress.
“Baby, I’m cumming.” He whimpers against your lips. “Me too, Tommy. Cum in me.” You urge him, trailing wet kisses along the side of his face. The both of you come undone at the same time, entangled with each other’s limbs. Strings of white releases from Tom and coats your walls while mixing with your release. Tom’s face is nuzzled into your neck, while yours rests above his curls. He leans his weight onto you, your chests heaving and bodies twitching from the aftershocks.
Tom was the first to move, coming out from the crevice of your neck. He kisses you multiple times with whispers of “I love you’s”.
“I think you look really good in my clothes.” He whispers, the softest smile forming on his features, his eyes gazing at you.
You snort, motioning to the sticky mess between the two of you, “Really? I didn’t notice.” The two of your burst out laughing, stuck in your cozy little bubble.
The moment was interrupted by heavy knocking coming from the door, “WILL ONE OF YOU PLEASE TAKE ME TO CHURCH? MY EARS HAVE BEEN SINNED UPON.”
Tom groaned, “HARRY FUCK OFF!”
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Hiii!! I loveeee your writing!!❤️❤️ could you write one where reader and tom are best friends (but they both love each other duh) and this super sweet guy wants to get a date with reader so tom gets jealous and tells that guy that she’s not worth it n tell him all her bad qualities (angst pls) and reader finds out and get mad and upset at tom But then later tom confesses that he said those (false) things about reader cause he didn’t want that guy to take her away. Then they finally confess n kiss! I got this idea from pink panther 2 lol but yeah ! Thanks🥰🥰🥰
hi! thank you so much for the request! i’m so so so beyond sorry it’s taken me months to get to it 😖
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Mob or rich kid, I’m not sure which one is your preference here, and reader trying to have some alone time and maybe someone walks in and Tom gets jealous for someone else seeing the reader and….yh idk where I was going wth this.
Warnings: mentions of guns and violence!
You would think living in a mansion as large as Toms that there would be at least one room of privacy. One room of privacy, one moment alone, a moment where you didn’t have to worry about someone storming in.
It had been all day. Tom had been trying to get you alone all day and yet the moment his lips fell on yours there was a knock or a call for his name that made him groan.
But now you two had longer than a minute. Within the whole day tom finally got to kiss you for longer than a minute under the covers as you two got ready for bed.
“Missed you so much.” He groaned as his hand squeezed the back of your thigh, pulling you in closer for he was so desperate. “You look so pretty for me.” He said in between kisses.
“Shut up I’m trying to kiss you.” You tease. Even though tom was always, always in control, he liked giving it to you sometimes.
“Fuck.” He pulled you in as close as you could be and suddenly there was a knock from the other side of the large wood doors. Tom didn’t even hesitate, grabbing the gun from the bedside table he shouted,
“If you value your life right now, you will walk away or I swear to god I will put however many bullets are in this thing in your head.” He shouted. His jaw clenched and you place your hand on his wrist to lower the gun. You were desperate too but an innocent life did not need to be lost simply because Tom was frustrated.
“I’m sorry! It’s an emergency.” It was harrison on the other side. One of you had forgotten to lock the door and the man had no fear in walking in. Seeing you on top of tom in the tiniest tank top with shorts that left nothing to the imagination.
“Get. Out. Now.” Tom said through gritted teeth and Harrison walked over to Toms dresser.
“Oh would you relax. Nothing I haven’t seen before and besides I need the files you hid. Good evening (y/n).” He greeted you with a smile and you could almost feel tom burn on fire. You gave a small smiled to Haz before resting against Toms shoulder where you tried not to laugh.
Toms eyes never left his best friends as he made his way through the room and left. The door slammed shut and you let out a laugh but Tom found nothing funny.
“Someone didn’t lock the door.” You teased as he was the last one to come into the room. He groaned and only put his lips back on you.
“I’m serious, next person who knocks gets a fucking bullet.” Tom sighed. Setting the weapon back down and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your lips find his jaw, kissing down and finding his sweet spot where you take your time there and tom lets out a sweet moan. Kissing your shoulder that was available to him before he stopped all the sudden.
“What is it?” You look at him and his hands rested firmly on your ass. He had a confused, thinking face before he met your eyes.
“What did Harrison mean when he said ‘nothing I haven’t seen before’?”
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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
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 ✌️
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.
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.
See you tomorrow then, can’t wait 😜 xx
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.
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.
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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summary: in which you become someone to the boy next door.
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Looking back, you can say that your life is clearly divided into two sections: the moment before you met Tom Holland, and all of the moments that came after. You hadn’t expected to meet him, nor had you even intended to run into him. In all honesty, you hadn’t even really known that he lived in your neighborhood.
By all means, the neighborhood that you had chosen in London had not been one of the nicest. It was safe, sure, but the houses were run down from years of history that came before you. They needed some love and you had been willing to give that love to one of them—especially for the price that was being offered.
And this wouldn’t be forever. That’s what you’re telling yourself now, at least, as you’re sitting amongst the boxes that hold everything you own. All of your life is in them, but you don’t like to think about that too much. It unnerves you in a way to think of your life so easily packed up and put away. Just like the houses in this neighborhood, there is history to your life that boxes cannot contain. The four walls of your new house hold secrets within them that cannot be told through the writing of leaky ceilings or creaky floorboards. Your life has so much more to it than just these boxes.
One moment, you’re unpacking boxes in your living room and analyzing the peculiarities of packing a life in boxes. The next, there’s a knock at your door that startles you. Is someone going to yell at you for the moving truck that’s parked on the street? Or, even worse, are you blocking someone’s car with it?
When you come to look back on this moment, you’ll mull over how incredible it is that one moment can change the entire course of someone’s life. If a stranger comes knocking on your door, how are you supposed to know that they will lead you to the best moments of your life? You don’t. You just answer the door, blissfully oblivious to the future that you have yet to experience, and somewhere in the middle you find time to hope that the stranger knocking isn’t going to yell at you for the moving truck that has your entire life packed into it.
Of course, the stranger at the door doesn’t yell at you. When you open the door, you’re face-to-face with an attractive man and a dog. His smile throws you off-balance, but it lets you know that this man in front of you is someone that everyone else orbits around.
There are people in this world that pull others towards them, even if just for the smallest amount of time. This man, with his good-natured smile and warm honeyed stare, is one of those people. It’s written in the way he holds himself, in the way he captures your attention with every breath he takes. It’s written in the way that his expression has something warm pressing into your chest, that with just one smile from this man you’ve discovered some feeling that you don’t quite know the word for.
“Is the moving van blocking you?” You ask when you gather your bearings enough to say anything at all, ignoring the warm feeling in your chest to focus instead on your earlier conviction that he’s here to politely ask you to move the van.
He seems taken aback by that thought, his eyebrows raising as he clears his throat and his cheeks flush a light shade of pink. “No!” He reassures you in a quick voice that catches in his throat, making him clear it again. “I, uh—we, actually—came by to say hello. I’m Tom and this is Tessa. We live next door and it’s—it’s just been a minute since someone lived next to us. Just thought I should introduce myself.”
You smile at that, which makes him mirror the gesture. With that smile, the warm feeling you don’t have a name for blooms in your chest again. But you do your best to suppress it as you introduce yourself in turn. You shake Tom’s hand and lean down to allow Tessa to sniff it after. She does so hesitantly before allowing you to pet her, when she all but leans into your touch to get you to keep going.
Something in you is telling you that this moment will define the rest of your time in this run-down house. There’s something pulling you towards Tom that you can’t pinpoint, something heavy and warm. Something that feels like fate.
Your suspicions after that first meeting with Tom are proven to be correct—you see a lot of him. He makes a point to say hello to you every time he sees you outside, and there have been several occasions where you two have had longer conversations when you found the time to spare.
You learn things about each other. You learn that he lives with his brother and two close friends, that they’re just a few blocks away from his childhood home. You learn how he takes his tea and what brand of sugar he prefers. In the weeks that follow your first meeting, you learn more about the mundane aspects of Tom Holland’s life than you’ve ever gathered about anyone else’s in such a short amount of time. Above all else, you learn just how deeply he cares for others and that realization makes you desperate to be someone to him—someone that he cares about.
Tom, too, has hopefully learned things about you in return. While you’re not sure how interesting those things might be to him, you have attempted to entertain the thought that he at least sees you as someone worth knowing. Why else would he stop you every time that he sees you outside of your house? Why else would he talk to you about the banalities of your day-to-day life?
It becomes a bit dizzying to think about for extended periods of time, so you try not to. You try not to think about him at all, really; but time has proven to you over and over that Tom Holland is not a person that is easy to forget.
When you go to take out your trash one day, Tom is coming back from an evening run. He’s shirtless and sweaty, so you try not to look at him for too long. While you enjoy the sight of him, you also know that you shouldn’t ogle him. The last thing that you want is for him to have some inkling as to the extent to which he takes up your thoughts.
“Evening, (Y/N),” he greets as he wipes a hand across his brow, obviously trying to wipe away some of the sweat that’s gathered there.
Hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel, you give him a soft hello in return. The smile that he gives you is nearly blinding. It’s all that you can do to look away before he pulls you even deeper into his orbit than he already has.
“This wasn’t the time that I wanted to ask this,” he goes on to say, either kind enough to ignore how flustered you are or not noticing it at all, “but my mates and I are having a little, uh, party at our house this Friday. I was wondering if you might like to join us?”
He seems nervous. There’s an edge to his voice that you’ve never heard before, something raw and untouched, but you chalk it up to breathlessness. He did just come back from a run, so any nerves that you see in him probably trace back back to that. There’s no way that his flushed cheeks and breathless tone have to do with any anxiety that he might feel towards inviting you to his party.
“Well, it sounds like my choices are either to join you lot, or hear the noise from next door. So, I suppose it’s in my best interest to come by, yeah?”
You don’t try to keep the teasing edge out of your voice, but you do smile in as good-natured of a fashion as you can manage so that Tom knows that you’re only joking. If your suspicions are correct and he is nervous about inviting you, you don’t want to do anything to make him more frazzled than he already is.
He opens his mouth, seemingly going to assure you that the party would be quiet if you didn’t want to join (and perhaps even if you did), but he looks into your eyes and instantly appears to understand that you’re only teasing him. As the flush on his cheeks deepens in color, you begin to seriously entertain the thought that he might have been nervous to invite you in the first place. It would almost make you feel bad if it didn’t simultaneously help you to relax a bit.
To have an inclination towards the fact that the person that takes up most of your thoughts reciprocates even some of the intensity of your feelings is to feel pure, blissful relief. There’s no doubt in your mind that Tom Holland is attractive enough to draw attention from equally attractive people, so to even think about being someone that Tom is attracted to is to feel warmth bloom behind your chest.
You hope that you’re not just projecting what you feel onto his actions. For a moment, you allow yourself to believe that he’s just as crazy about you as you’ve grown to be about him.
On Friday, you make your way to Tom’s house a little after nine o’clock. You weren’t sure as to whether or not you should bring him something, nor were you any more sure as to what would be appropriate to bring. You figured that beer was probably a safe bet.
Before you can even knock on the door, Tom’s opening it with a face-splitting grin on his face. “(Y/N)!” He all but cheers as he ushers you inside of the house.
When Tom had first mentioned to you that he lived in a house full of boys, you had imagined the worst. You had pictured dirty dishes stacked in the sink, dirty socks and underwear strewn throughout the house. What you’re faced with is perhaps the polar opposite.
There’s no dirty dishes in the sink (at least that you can see), and it appears as though the hardwood floor of the dining room and kitchen has been recently mopped. You’re surprised, to say the least, that four boys living together could be so neat.
Tom guides you into the kitchen with a hand pressed to the small of your back. While there aren’t that many people in the house, there’s still a small congregation of them in the dining room. You find his constant touch reassuring, but you don’t allow yourself the luxury of overthinking it.
If you were to think about how constant his presence is, you wouldn’t be able to work your way out of it. Is he just a touchy person? Or, is Tom being touchy because he wants to be close to you? It’s too much to think about, so you decide not to.
Instead, you let Tom make you a drink that has a little bit too much vodka in it and not enough orange juice. You don’t say anything, though, even as you take your first sip and feel the copious amounts of vodka coat your tongue.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” Tom tells you truthfully as you stand with him in the kitchen. “I’m glad you did, though. I’m glad you’re here.”
You’re not sure what to say in response to that, especially since Tom’s seemingly been drinking before you got here. There’s a rosy flush to his cheeks, a warm color that’s settled over them that you haven’t seen before, and his words are coming in a voice that’s thick with his accent. Both of these things point to the idea that he’s at least a little drunk. Maybe not drunk enough to forget what he says tonight, but tipsy enough that the memories from tonight will be warm and bubbly in the morning.
“I’m glad that you invited me,” you respond earnestly after taking a moment to gather your thoughts.
Before Tom can say anything else, a boy who looks a lot like him comes into the room. With curly red hair and a smile that reads nothing but trouble, you figure that this is probably his younger brother that he’s spoken about.
“Is this the girl that you’ve been—” before he can finish his question, Tom falls into a boisterously fake cough.
“Harry,” Tom grunts out once he’s sure he won’t continue speaking. “Weren’t you and Haz playing FIFA or something? Why are you bothering us?”
Tom’s eyes are hard and sure but not unkind. Harry doesn’t seem to back down from the challenge, though, instead throwing a smirk your way as he goes to the fridge to grab another beer.
Once Harry’s left the room, you turn to Tom with a pout playing over your lips. “You didn’t have to be mean,” you insist softly, nudging his hip with your own.
Tom’s quiet for a moment, obviously thinking. Although he’s standing in the room with you, you can tell that he’s a million miles away from you and you want nothing more than to get him back. But you don’t know how to call him back to Earth, so you settle for taking a few long sips of your drink.
Instead of responding to your sarcastic remark or finishing Harry’s unsaid statement, Tom looks at you with a sudden burst of clarity after a few moments. Despite the fact that there’s noise coming from the other room (no doubt from Harry and Haz as they play another round of FIFA), you have the sudden conviction that you and Tom are the only two people in the universe.
His eyes are warm and honeyed as he searches your face for something that you don’t know how to give him. What do you do when the boy you fancy is looking at you as though you’ve put the stars in his sky? What do you say when he’s looking for a sign of something that you’re sure has been there all along?“I’m quite fond of you, you know, (Y/N).”
Of all the things he could have said, that was the one you least expected to tumble from his lips. You expected him to call you pretty or to notice the effort that you put into your appearance tonight. You even figured that he would tell you that he’s noticed how you’ve done your hair in the way that he complimented in one of your rendezvous where he caught you outside.
But for him to say that, to admit that he’s fond of you above anything else in such an earnest way, has your heart going into overdrive. You’re sure that he can see the way it’s beating from how you tend to wear it on your sleeve around him.
When the boy who you fancy tells you that he’s fond of you, what else is there to do but to tell him, “I’m quite fond of you, too, Tom.”
After your drunken night in Tom’s kitchen, you find him in your own not two days later. Neither of you have forgotten the almost-confession that happened, much to your relief. While you trusted that it wasn’t something Tom would have been embarrassed to say sober, you also worried that it might have been a confession made hastily because of the drinks he’d had.
You had finished that night out on his couch, watching him play rounds of some game you barely understood with his brother and friends. And despite how boring it sounds, it hadn’t been. You’re slowly coming to the realization that any moment spent in Tom’s company is a moment well spent, even if you don’t understand the game that he’s playing.
You’re cooking him dinner tonight. It’s a simple stir-fry recipe that you ran by him before to make sure that it wouldn’t upset his training for any roles that he’s preparing for. You’ve heard from him how intense his diet and exercise regimens can tend to be during audition periods, so you did your best to keep the recipe Tom-approved.
He offered to help, but you want to do this for him. Despite the fact that neither of you admitted to this being your first date, you have a strong inclination that he’s in the same boat as you about this. The unspoken understanding is that you don’t make dinner for just anyone, and Tom hasn’t been just anyone to you for a long time. You find that you’ve grown quite attached to him in even the short amount of time that you’ve known him.
“You’re sure I can’t help?” He asks as you add more garlic to the pan on the stove, a pout playing at his lips as he speaks.
“Can’t a girl cook for the boy she likes?” You huff back, eyeing him from over your shoulder so that you can read the way he reacts to that.
He blinks a few times, obviously surprised and taken aback by your confession. Still, he doesn’t attempt to hide the smile that overcomes his features as he takes in what you’ve just said to him.
“Are you saying that you fancy me, darling?” Tom asks in a voice that’s softer than you anticipated.
You’re not sure why he’s seemingly shocked by the news, but you do your best to not let that surprise show in the way you hold yourself. Instead, you quip back, “I might be. Is it alright if I am?”
Tom stands up then, making his way over to where you’re finishing up the stir fry to place a hand on your waist. His touch is timid and questioning before he’s sure that you want it, but when you don’t pull away he holds you a bit closer to himself. He smiles down at you as you turn to look up at him, his eyes taking in your features for what feels like the first time.
When you first got to know Tom, you had been so consumed with becoming someone to him that you missed the ways he let you know that you already were. It’s written in this moment, but it’s been written in so many others, too.
With his gaze locked onto yours, Tom doesn’t allow his voice to waver as he says, “More than alright, darling.”
You know now that he’s going to kiss you, but it still surprises you when he does. You lean into him and kiss him back, but it’s nothing more than a soft brush of his lips against yours. It’s nothing more than the reassurance that he wants you, that he’s with you, that you’ve always been someone to him.
When Tom pulls away, it’s with certainty that you realize how life’s greatest moments happen when you aren’t really looking. If you had known all those weeks ago that the stranger knocking on your door would be the person you cherish most in the days to come, would you still have answered the door? How are you supposed to know when your someone is waiting on your doorstep?
You don’t, you suppose. You just open the door and hope they’re not mad at you for parking the moving van in front of your home.
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Warnings: Mentions of sex, fluff, The Lorax obsession 😂😩
Rosalie had just finished setting up the living room with pillows and blankets. Tom went to get some groceries for that night. Rosalie and Tom have been doing a movie night every Friday night ever since they started dating. It was their little special thing, and both looked forward to it the whole week.
The only problem about the Friday movie nights was that neither could ever seem to agree on a movie to watch. Rosalie usually wanted to watch sad or animated films. Tom preferred action and romance films. She begged Tom that night before he left for the store if they could watch The Lorax. Tom knew how much his girlfriend loved that movie, but he just didn't like it. At all. But of course, love won. He agreed to watch The Lorax with her for what felt to be the seventh time that month.
Moments after Rosalie finishes setting everything up, Tom opened the door with popcorn, ice cream, and sweets. He left everything on the kitchen counter and made his way to Rosalie. Tom wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.
¨Hey¨ He whispered in her ear.
¨Hi¨ Rosalie turns around to face him and kisses his lips. ¨Thanks for the stuff¨ You messed up his curls a little and went to bring the popcorn.
¨What are we watching- right¨ Tom answered his question on his own when he saw the movie on the Tv ready to play. He had forgotten about how he agreed to watch The Lorax with her.
¨You could be a little more excited¨ She kisses him on the cheek while both sat on the couch with the popcorn.
¨Yeah, I would if this wasn't the seventeenth-million time we watch this movie¨ He pled, and she rolled her eyes.
¨You wanna change the movie?¨ Roslie asked, stuffing her mouth with popcorn. Tom laughed at how cute his girl was.
¨Nah, baby, but this is the last time we watch this film. Please¨ He gave her puppy eyes.
¨What?! nou¨ Rosalie Pouted
¨Like, last time in a long time¨ He smiled, trying to convince her.
¨ Ugh! fine, just because I love you more than The Lorax¨ Rosalie kissed his nose.
The movie went on. Both finished the popcorn, and Tom was bored. He used to like the movie, never as much as Rosalie liked it, though. It was an obsession. Tom loved Rosalie and all her flaws, but damn he didn't love the Lorax. Rosalie was laying all her whole body on the couch. Tom threw himself on top of her and started kissing her neck. She picked up his chin and started kissing him. Soon the kiss turned into more of a make-out. Tom returned to her neck, sucking and kissing. For sure leaving hickeys. Soft moans and wet sounds were the only sound filling the room. Rosalie pulled away and kissed him one more time before she continued watching the movie.
¨Really Rosalie?¨ Tom asked her, shocked she stopped him from going on.
¨What?¨ Rosalie asked, not knowing what she did wrong.
¨Oh come on, this movie is boring. I know something we can do that is far from boring¨ Tom said. He gave her a devilish smirk, making Rosalie laugh.
¨No, Tommy, I wanna watch the movie¨ She laughed as Tom tickled her for convincing purposes.
¨Rosalie, come on! It's been two days since we´ve had sex. Two days!¨ He begged, and Rosalie just laughed, rolling her eyes.
¨Wow, Tragic¨ She said sarcastically, knowing that would piss him off.
¨Aw, please¨ He tried one more time.
¨Keep it in your pants, Holland¨ Rosalie messed with him. She just continued to watch the movie, pulling Tom´s head closer to her chest. She started playing with his curls.
¨I mean, this doesn't feel as good as my offer, but ill take it¨ He said, enjoying the head massage. Rosalie kissed his head and continued to play with his hair.
When the movie finished, she looked down and found Tom sleeping peacefully. Rosalie turned the movie off and kissed Tom's forehead, then fell asleep on the couch cuddling Tom.
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Pairing; Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Summary; despite knowing each other for almost their entire lives, Peter and Y/N were only beginning to get to know each other and it doesn't take long for Peter to be infatuated.
A/N; I'M SO PROUD OF THIS ONE YOU HAVE NO IDEA OMG. And Tony Stark is alive in this one :P but he's barely mentioned so. And also, didn't edit this so just bear with me
For two people that'd known each other for so long, who watched each other lose teeth, break bones and grow into the hard-headed teenagers were now, they sure didn't know each other that well. Y/N and Peter were completely different people. From day one, never once did they cross paths in each other's lives. It was like they were from two different worlds- the most they knew about each other were the floating rumours that'd occasionally surface.
If Peter were asked to describe Y/N, solely based on the rumours that surrounded her, he'd say she was confusing. Well, confusing, intimidating and... and a magnet for curiosity. He'd known her since they were wee little kids, they were always put in the same class and they practically watched each other grow up. Yet they never interacted, because she was too busy with her friends and he was busy studying and being the smartest in the room.
Unconventional would be an understatement to describe Y/N. She was average, a normal high school girl with farfetched goals and unrealistic dreams. Y/N would like to think that she kept to herself most of the time, but she was so used to being around crowds that her character came off otherwise.
She wasn't as smart as most people, and she didn't get herself involved in extracurriculars and she didn't know what she wanted to do with her life; she saw no future for herself. So, for now, all she did was enjoy herself despite the desperate pleas of her parents, begging her to study.
She wasn't doing great in her classes, but she'd like to think she had more common sense than most people in her class. She was emotionally stable, she'd like to think, but that didn't explain the drinking. She didn't go out to parties every week like most of her friends, she wasn't allowed to but on rare occasions, she couldn't help but become a party animal.
She was known for that, after all, but it wasn't something she wore proudly.
In freshman year, Y/N seemed to be the most popular girl in school. She liked it at first, but the attention was consuming and it wasn't getting her anywhere. She wasn't losing her friends, but she was forgetting herself. She realized it was a problem before it got too late.
When junior year rolled around, Y/N found herself signing up for the weirdest extracurriculars. After the whole science trip, reality had hit her like a ton of bricks and she realised how hard it would be for her to get into college. And she wanted to get into college so bad.
Peter was pleasantly surprised when he saw Y/N worming her way into the Academic Decathlon team. He didn't know how she got in and frankly, Y/N didn't know either. She was rusty at first, was the target of teasing for an entire week- a week for Peter to take a breath- until she started getting the hang of it.
Soon enough, she was answering all the questions with so much confidence and nonchalance- it was baffling to watch. Flash grew jealous of her, swore she was somehow cheating her way to the top. His theory was quickly shut down by Betty. Peter and Ned simply accepted it and MJ, being the team captain, was pleasantly impressed.
She was easily accepted and quickly became part of the core of their team. Her opinions mattered to them and her words were considered- it wasn't something she'd ever experienced before. Y/N Y/L/N finally thought she found her place, a place where she belonged.
That was probably the first time Peter recalled talking to her. She'd bumped into him on the way to the auditorium, offering him a hasty apology before she walked off, bag slumping on her shoulders and books pressed to her chest. He couldn't wrap his head around how quickly the moment had gone past, he didn't even have time to register what she said or realise that she was running off in heels and all that he was left with was the notebook she left behind, resting at the end of his shoe.
He holds onto her notebook the rest of the day, taking time to admire the dumb doodles she'd indulged in during class. Doodles in all sorts of colours, with a few nonsense quotes here and there. She was a messy person, it was obvious. Her notes were all over the place and her handwriting splayed inconsistently- sometimes looking like they were printed by a printer and other times looking like a spider gliding against water.
He remembered reading an article about what someone's handwriting could tell about a person. Y/N was simply a messy person, with her thoughts all over the place and no sense of tidiness-
Peter just decided to give her back her notebook during practice. He was getting ahead of himself, for someone who barely knew Y/N Y/L/N, he was thinking about her too much. Sure, he wanted to get to know her better but he was getting ahead of himself.
What he wasn't expecting was stiffening up when he saw her sitting with MJ and Flash, laughing about something with a pen pressed to her bottom lip, the corners of her eyes crinkling with glee. Ned had to physically shake him out of it. The hands that held her notebook shook violently and he blinked profusely but it got worse when Y/N catches sight of him.
She smiles widely, which was something she'd never done towards this, but it was probably because she saw him holding her precious, lost notebook. She jogs towards him, her braid swaying side to side as the hair that framed her face bounced and she stops in front of him, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear before looking at his hands.
"I've been looking all over for this," she sighed in relief and Peter robotically hands her the notebook and her hands brush over his for only two seconds.
He blinks profusely, humming and nodding his head like an idiot and Ned stared at him like he's an alien. His hands don't even fall to his side until she stared him up and down, a confused grin replacing her smile as her brow lifts.
"Thank you," Y/N tried again, hoping to get an answer from him because he seemed way too uncomfortable. He could be sweating, for all she knew.
"N- no problem," he's stuttering and stammering and all he could think about was how embarrassing it was because everyone was probably staring.
He swore Ned mumbled out an excuse to drag Peter towards the rest of the team to start practising. She stared as they walk away, confused and puzzled before she follows them and MJ stars belting out questions for everyone to answer. And Peter was distracted for a good amount of time until Y/N stars answering questions too, her voice flowing into his ears like music.
When practice was over, most students had left for their next class, including Ned. Peter was left to fend for himself while Y/N sat beside him, tapping her pen against the table as she read a random book. He didn't know how she ended up sitting beside him, both leaning against the wall while MJ was expecting them on brushing up for their next practice.
Before Peter could even propose the idea of practising together, he was disturned.
Much to his dismay, though, Flash slid beside Y/N, the hated grin on his face as he nudged her with his elbow. Y/N, trying her best not to roll her eyes, closed her book and turned to him with an annoyed smile, asking what he wanted with so much sarcasm and disinterest dripping from her mouth- Peter was blown away.
"There's a party today-"
"Absolutely not," Y/N almost laughs and she shakes her head harder than she waves her hands at him. Flash's smile quickly drops into a frown as he looked at her confused.
"Why not? You love parties," he urges, completely ignoring her groan of disinterest.
"I do," she confirms. "But I don't want to go today."
"Why not?" Flash urges, clearly not understanding her disinterest.
"My parents won't let me," She argues.
"That never stopped you," Flash winks at her; she cringed at him. Chuckling awkwardly, Y/N leaned away from him, almost pushing her back into Peter's shoulder but that doesn't happen and Peter feels disappointed.
"Seriously, Flash," she rolls her eyes. "I'm busy the entire day. I have archery classes and a job to keep-"
"Archery?" Peter snaps his head towards Y/N, curiosity peaking as she looks at him from over her shoulder. She chews her bottom lip, nodding a confirmation and Peter mumbles "that's cool," and looks back down. Y/N furrows her brows.
"Where do you work? Maybe I can pick you up-,"
"Nope, I'll be working the entire night," she smiles at him, tilting her head and blinking profusely before she stands up, collects her books and struts towards Betty and MJ. The three girls exit the auditorium and Peter is sitting awkwardly beside Flash, both watching her strut away like she was a model, mouths gaped in shock at her attitude.
Y/N would do anything to spend a day away from home, so she sure as hell wasn't going to miss an opportunity to work an overnight shift at the cafe. It wasn't like she'd have much work to do, and it wasn't like she was going to be left alone. Finn would be there to keep her company- which her parents were against too. He's a boy, they said, it's inappropriate.
She couldn't care less about what they had to say. They argued for around an hour, going back and forth until they told her to get lost and do whatever she wanted. She stormed out of her house and now she was leaning against the counter, silence consuming her as Finn washed the remaining mugs.
"Mind helping me a little?" He asks, scoffing.
Y/N whines and slumps her shoulders, looking over her shoulder to find him in his jeans and white shirt, an apron safely tied to his torso to keep his uniform from getting wet. "I'm exhausted, Finn," she breathes, resting her chin on her hands as the fan caused her hair to blow into her face.
"Then why'd you come in?" He looks at her, disappointed and confused, maybe even a little annoyed as he dries the mugs and plates. She doesn't respond, only groans and Finn rolls his eyes. "Your parents bothering you again?" He puts two and two together and he's proven right when she nods.
"They just don't know how to leave me alone," she groans. "I'm doing something for myself to earn more money but they can't let me work a night shift because I'll be alone with a boy all night. I wanna punch them in the face, I really do," she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Finn doesn't respond, mostly because he didn't want to. But even if he wanted to say something about it, he wouldn't know what to say. So he continues to clean up, leaving her alone like he always did. Silence was better than starting an awkward conversation anyway, Y/N would agree with him.
Y/N was too exhausted to even use her phone. Defeated, she traces her fingers over the cheap granite counter, she recollected the day she had at school; more specifically, Peter. She thought about how flustered he looked when he returned her notebook to her, the way his cheeks flushed red and the way he stiffened up at the mere sight of her.
Was he threatened by her? Scared, by any chance?
Peter barely even knew her, never talked to her. Maybe he hated her and she never even knew. Or maybe he was just shy and wasn't used to being around people he didn't know- Introverted, it was pretty obvious. But did that mean he hated her? She was overthinking it. And it wasn't like it mattered, they barely talked to each other; they barely knew each other.
While Y/N was daydreaming, Finn had finished with the dishes and decided to move on to watching a movie on his phone. He didn't bother wearing earphones, allowing the dialogue to flow through the barren cafe... only to have it be disturbed by the door opening and closing and a groan falls from Y/N's lips which quickly turns into a gasp of realisation.
Peter was stumbling in, sweating and heaving with a meek smile on his face, waving lightly towards Y/N. He walks over to her, gripping the straps of his bags tightly, the sleeves of his sweater covering half of his hands. "Hi," he says to her, innocent and sweet, maybe a little less flustered than the last time he crossed paths.
Y/N's head snaps towards Finn who's glaring at Peter, annoyed that he had to deal with another customer's order. He was tired and it was uncommon- almost rare- for them to get customers in the middle of the night. Y/N didn't blame him for reacting that way and normally, she would have groaned too. She only didn't give that reaction this time because it was Peter.
Peter Parker; who was at her workplace in the middle of the night, with no explanation whatsoever. And she couldn't treat him like a normal customer because she knew him and she had questions and because he was roaming the streets past midnight.
"Finn, it's only one person," she defends, rocking her head to the side as she eyes him. Finn only rolled his eyes and grumbled, asking her to take care of his order and that he was done for the day before he disappears into the break-room. "I'm sorry about that," she shakes her head and looks back at Peter.
He stood directly in front of her, looking like a deer in headlights despite looming over her height. Y/N only chuckles as he mumbles "it's alright," and waves it off.
"What're you doing here?" She asks, curiously, glancing towards the glass doors to emphasise the night and bright street lights. The roads were empty too, a yellow taxi speeding past every couple of hours. It was weird.
"Just thought I'd get a drink," he shrugged like it was no big deal, drooping his brows and lifting his lips into a grin. He tried so hard not to sound like he was trying to play cool because, in reality, his whole body was shaking, quivering under the sharp yet sweet gaze of Y/N Y/L/N.
"It's past midnight, Peter," she debates, furrowing her brows and cocking her head to the side as she waited for his excuse.
Peter widens his eyes again and Y/N echoes him, one startled and the other prying. He stammers, licking his lips and looking everywhere but her as he says "I got caught up with my Stark internship," and that was enough for Y/N to hum in realisation.
"Oh, yeah, I keep forgetting you work for Tony Stark," she mused, nodding then shaking her head. Peter gapes at her for a moment, completely in shock that she knew that about him. He shouldn't be surprised, though. Half the school knew. "I'm sorry again, you said you wanted a drink?"
"Oh," he ponders for a bit, realising that he came in completely unprepared. So he asks for a simple iced coffee and she offers him another smile before making his order.
Y/N comes back with a tall glass of coffee, tiny ice cubes floating to the top and Peter digs in his pockets to find the perfect change, not wanting to bother her with more work at the cashier counter. What he didn't expect her to do was slide his drink towards him, smoothly telling him "It's on the house," with a smirk before circling the counter and joining his side.
In all honesty, he was hoping this would happen. He was hoping Y/N would be kind enough to keep him company and start up a conversation. He was hoping she'd sit with him and laugh along to whatever they were talking about so that only he could hear her laughing. So that it was his jokes she was laughing about; his company she would be enjoying.
But then he realised that she'd much rather be sitting with Finn in the break room, watching something random or talking about work or whatever it was he thought they talked about. So he sighed and said, "You can go to the break room if you want."
Much to his delight, though, Y/N chuckled and said, "It's fine," with a wave of her hand and guides him to a booth near the windows. "The man hates me, anyway," she giggled and Peter didn't know what was so funny about someone hating her. He assumed it was just a joke and nods, gulping as he sits across from her.
They don't say anything to each other and Y/N doesn't think the silence is putting off at all. She decided it was best to ignore gaucherie and keep him company until he finished his coffee and leaves. She finds it uncanny that Peter found the need to drink coffee at an ungodly hour. Did he need to stay awake for something, or was it just his prefered drink?
"How'd you find this place?" She finds herself asking, resting her elbows on the table, hand supporting her chin as she gave him her undivided attention. She looked so attentive, so interest in what he had to answer for her question- it almost caught him off guard, he was going to spit out his coffee.
Peter would never admit that she'd caught his eyes while he was swinging around from building to building during his nightly patrol. The dim lights being the only eye-catcher in the entire street for him to check- Y/N was coincidentally working there. It was his dumb luck.
Peter would never admit that it was her uniform that made him stop and stare- the pretty skirt that had her shirt tucked into had him reeling. Her shoulders, broad and sharp as leaned against the counter. The knee-high socks she wore that reached above her thighs left less to his imagination. She looked so beautiful, pretty, gorgeous... hot.
Peter would never admit that the reason for his leg bouncing up and down since he'd sat down was her legs being inches away from his, bare skin tucked away under a pair of sheer, torn socks. His hands tapping the rim of his glass at the sight of the top two buttons of her shirt being undone.
Peter would never admit that it was the loose hair that framed her face that made him watch while perched on a tall tree, hanging onto the trunk for dear life as he observed her in a daze. Her every movement and inaudible word she spoke put him in a trace, eventually leading him to messily change clothes in an alley right behind the coffee shop he was currently sitting in.
To himself, Peter would never admit that he kept his duties as Spider-man aside just to come into a coffee shop to spend time with Y/N. It was painful to pretend like his suit wasn't clumped into his bag, acting like he was just any other intern of Tony Stark's.
So, Peter shrugged before answering. "The first place I found open," he takes another sip of his coffee, hiding the trembling of his lips. "And you just happened to be here."
Y/N nods, scoffing at herself for expecting a different answer. "Fair enough," she said before crossing her arms and slumping into her chair. "So you didn't get to go to that party either, huh?" She pondered aloud.
"I mean," he clears his throat. "I wasn't invited, so-"
"You don't have to be invited, you know?" Y/N chuckles at him and leans towards him again, resting one elbow on the table instead of two as her other hand rests on her thigh. "If you know a party's taking place, you just go," she shrugs, scrunching her nose and as Peter looks down in realisation.
"Oh," he said, lacing his fingers together and abandoning his coffee altogether.
"Yeah," she nods. "That's how most high school parties work," she grumbles and Peter scoffs at himself.
"Even if I wanted to go, I'd never find the time," he mumbled but didn't expect Y/N to understand. He didn't have to know her to know that she wasn't nearly as busy as him.
"Fair enough," she says. "My parents wouldn't let me live if I told them I've been to high school parties before," she rolls her eyes with so much annoyance, Peter could practically feel it seeping into the atmosphere.
"That strict, huh?" he muses, huffing out a breath and the curls on his head fall stray to his forehead.
"Very," she breathed but somehow manages to crack a smile at the misery that was her household. Peter's eye twitches when he hears her chuckling, but doesn't comment on it and doesn't ask anything further. "There's a party every Friday," she continues, regardless.
"Really?" He raises a brow.
"Yeah," Y/N enthusiastically nodded and smiled until it reached her eyes. "I'll probably be going next week, it'd be nice if you came, too," she offered.
Peter can't help that his heart swells at the invite and he can't hide his smile. She actually thought she'd enjoy his company but he wouldn't admit that it made him happy. Well, he wouldn't admit it to her, at least. He was scared she'd be creeped out if he said anything wrong.
"You should bring Ned, too," she offered. "I'll wait for you at the door with a drink or something. I promise you'll have fun," it was almost like she was shy to invite him. With every word she spoke, her voice became softer and softer- a whisper, almost.
"Oh, yeah?" He grins, a sudden wave of confidence washing over him.
"Yeah," she nods, looking away from him and at her hands instead.
"I'll try coming," he assures her and finishes the last bit of his coffee before checking his watch. He was so caught up with trying to acquaint himself with Y/N in some form, he'd forgotten about how concerned his aunt May would have been. "I should probably get going," he points a thumb towards the door.
Y/N nods softly, standing up when he does and walking him out. She holds the door open for him and he doesn't find it in him to walk away. They smile at each other, chuckle when they realise how pathetic they must have looked and Y/N brushes her hair back and rubs the back of her neck.
"Well, get home safe," she folds her lips into her mouth. "I'll see you on Monday."
Peter doesn't find it in him to bid his goodbye. He simple waves and skips away and he swore Y/N watched as he disappeared around the corner of the street. Y/N lets out a sigh, finally slumping her shoulders and taking a minute to breathe fresh air.
It's cold, cold enough to get her sick the next morning and she wasn't exactly wearing suitable clothing for the weather. Horipilating goosebumps formed on her arms and legs and she rushes back inside, eventually stumbling into the breakroom where she finds Finn comfortably wrapped in a jacket, watching something on his phone.
Finn only acknowledges her with a glance. He nods once at her before he was back to watching his movie. Y/N echoes his acknowledgement back at him and reaches for her jacket that was hung on the wall. She settles on the couch across from him, unlocking her phone and deciding to find something random to read.
"Who was that?" Finn asks but doesn't bother to look up from his phone.
"Peter," she clears her throat. "We go to school together," she explained. He only hums her way, nodding as his attention goes back to his phone. Y/N assumes the rest of the night would pass in utter boredom and taciturnity.
When Monday came, Peter found himself sitting beside Y/N in chemistry. Both of them were late, spewing out incomprehension excuses as they piled to the back of the classroom. Once they were settled beside each other, the pair couldn't stop giggling. Their hands covered their mouths when they leaned into each other as they laughed.
They didn't shut up until their teacher started the class, blabbering about something Peter couldn't care less about while Y/N managed to pay attention. Peter hid behind his laptop, face turned towards Y/N while she messily managed to scribble down her notes, her eyes racing from the chalkboard to her notebook.
He smiles at the sight of her, the corners of lips minutely tugging upwards and highlighting the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. He was truly at peace, even though he knew Y/N would never show interest in him, he felt at peace.
His teacher announced that there would be a group project and that she would pick out the groups and Peter didn't bother to pay attention until she started calling out names. It's fifty per cent of your grade, she said and then the entire classroom broke into a sob. He'd, once again, call it dumb luck when he was grouped with Ned and Y/N. Pure, dumb luck.
Peter doesn't hesitate to invite Y/N to his house and he doesn't hesitate freaking out to Ned about it once they parted ways from her. It was like he was floating on cloud nine and swimming in a pool of nerves at the same time. Ned just told him to calm down and not make it a big deal. Just play it cool, he said, and act normal.
When May met Y/N after school, she was enthraled. The woman wasn't blind, she saw the way Peter looked at her, as though she hung the moon in the sky and as though she painted the stars and the northern lights. She insisted that Y/N stay for dinner; Ned was always welcome, of course. Peter, even though he was embarrassed, didn't say anything about it.
It was inevitable that the three would get distracted ten minutes into working on their project. Peter and Ned started talking about Star Wars and gasped dramatically when Y/N said she'd never watched any of the movies. I never will either, she announced with an exultant smile and Peter doesn't even bother to change her mind because he was too busy admiring her.
Y/N found herself cancelling her archery classes for the evening just so she could stay for dinner. May had whipped up a nice meal and she wouldn't dare miss out. So while she giddily listened to May and Ned talk about school, Peter leaned into her side cautiously. "Your parents don't mind you being here?" He asked
"They don't know I'm here," she whispered back to him, eyes squinting as a smirk played on her lips.
"Shit," Peter laughed and leaned away, tapping his fork against the rim of his plate.
The chemistry project was Y/N's excuse to visit Peter's apartment for the rest of the week until the party. It was a rare occasion that they actually worked on their project, they usually just talked. When Ned was there, Y/N would read while they fixed lego. It all seemed so serene, too perfect to be true, just like the calm before the storm.
Y/N didn't find it in herself to put her guard up and before she knew it, she found herself at the party, waiting for Peter and Ned at the front steps of Flash's house with a few solo cups sitting beside her. She was scrolling through her phone, shoulders slumped when Peter had tapped her head and she looked up in joviality.
She handed Peter and Ned their solo cups and they gladly accepted, automatically starting a conversation like it was second nature. Betty had spotted Ned, at that point, and she dragged him inside where the actual party was. So Y/N was left alone with Peter, standing in the cold of the night and she asked I'm why he didn't drink from his solo cup yet.
"I don't drink," he told her.
"It's not alcohol, dumbass," she giggles at him. "Just punch," she informed and Peter chuckled, embarrassed.
"I hope it's not spiked then," he brings the cup to his mouth.
Thus it became a ritual for them to try and go to every party held. No matter the time, Y/N found an excuse to give her parents to leave for the night and Peter... he was confusing. He'd say that he'd show up, promise her even but then he'd show up to school completely oblivious until she reminded him and he would apologise frantically.
I got held up because of the Stark internship, he'd say, May needed me and I had work to finish.
It was a cycle and she could count on her fingers every time he did show up to a party. She wasn't mad at him, she couldn't get mad because he was prioritising work but he could be lying. Her gut told her not to believe it because he could be lying yet Y/N never found it in her to actually ask him. Despite spending so much time at his house with him and May and despite being able to call herself his friend, she still thought she'd be overstepping.
She wondered how Ned had the patience to deal with him.
She forgot about it eventually, going about her life as she used to. Peter and Ned just so happened to be her project partners and she just so happened to have a blast with them when they were around her but everything else was normal. They were going to graduate soon and Y/N's only focus was on completing her essays and projects while Peter seemed to have better things to worry about. Things Y/N didn't know about.
"He seems shady," Finn had said to her at work. "I don't know why you bother with him."
"Even if I didn't want to, I'd have no choice," Y/N scoffed. "He's my project partner."
Graduation looms closer and closer by day and exam season had everyone standing on the tips of their toes. Despite that, Y/N still decided to attend a party. One last party, she told herself and prayed to God that Peter would show up. If he didn't show up, it wouldn't have hurt her but she wished, hoped that he'd show up because it'd been ages since she had a proper conversation with him.
She swore a group of her friends hollered to her, asking for her to join them while waving their hands and she did. With a cup of spiked orange juice, she stumbled towards them, a lopsided grin on her face as she eased into the conversation. Y/N actually laughed with them, droned out the worry in her head for a while until it disappeared altogether.
All the anger and disappointment drained out of her chest when she spots Peter standing across the room, enjoying a can of coke while immersed in a conversation with Ned, Bett and MJ. He wore one of his sweaters like he always did, nerdy and charming. Absentmindedly, Y/N drifts towards them. grinning from ear to ear. MJ spots her first, raising a hand to greet her. "Hey, Y/L/N! We're talking about prom."
Prom, she thought to herself, prom. Because that was what everyone was talking about, the only thing to look forward to after exams were over. "You have a date?" Betty smiled at Y/N when she settled between her and Peter.
"Do I need one?" She drawled and Peter flashes her a toothy grin.
"Fair enough," Ned agreed with her.
Then the conversation went on.
Y/N and Peter didn't acknowledge each other formally, nor did they want to. The pair simply added to the conversation, regardless of their drunken or sober state. The music was loud, people were dancing and Flash was trying to be the DJ for the night and everyone laughed at his miserable failure.
They cracked jokes, had a good laugh and spilt their drinks all over the floor- just like a normal conversation in a packed party. Everything was normal until Peter leaned into her side and asked her if she wanted to step outside and walk. Get some fresh air. Y/N only nodded and he guided her outside, a hand on the small of her waist.
That was how they ended up in the backyard, sitting on a stone beck, shoulder to shoulder, both sharing Peter's can of coke. The cold of the night wrapped around her faster than the anxiety in her nerves. Yes, she wanted Peter to show up and yes, she wanted to spend time with him. But she was nervous because she didn't know why Peter wanted to be with her, alone.
"I'm glad I came today," Peter murmurs, head hanging low when he realises that he finished the coke. He kicks the can away and it lands in a bush.
"Oh, yeah?" Y/N chuckles at him, mimicking his actions and playing with her fingers. "Why?"
"It was fun," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Last chance for letting loose before we actually start focusing on that chemistry project," he pointed out with a grin, head lifting slightly to catch the sight of her lips scowling. Peter frowns.
"You know, we'd be done with it if you didn't keep bailing on Ned and me," she rolled her eyes but didn't mean anything by it. Her arms splayed across her chest and Peter lets out an exasperated sigh.
"I had work, Y/N," he tried.
"Tony Stark sure needs an intern more than his actual employees, huh?" she mused aloud as if it was going to change his answer.
"It's more complicated than you think."
"What do you mean?"
Peter doesn't respond. He gulps, clearing his throat of all the words he wanted to spew out and his jaw clenches involuntarily. A stray leaf falls on his lap, the edges dark and rotten and he doesn't find it in himself to brush it off. He simply stared, pondering over her question, debating if he could actually tell her. Debating if he trusted enough to tell her.
"I can't say," he mumbled and Y/N sighs with him, her shoulders slumping in defeat and hair blowing with the wind as she does not attempt to brush it away from her face.
It was the same answer every time she asked and she didn't even know why she was surprised. Peter Parker had been unexplainable yet predictable since day one and she didn't know why she put up with it. All she wanted was a proper friendship and she thought she'd found it, someone she could be herself with; someone who accepted her for her flaws; someone who trusted her as much as she trusted them.
But Peter didn't trust her, it didn't seem like that when he said, "I want to tell you, I really do," and Y/N could only nod at him, biting her lip. "But I'm not allowed to tell anyone," his eyes pleaded for her to understand and in all honesty, Y/N did understand.
Y/N understood because she knew some things just couldn't be explained and she wished she wasn't as understanding and compassionate as she was at that moment. She wanted to be selfish and call him out for being discrete about everything, for being so guarded and careful all the time but she couldn't blame him for being that way when she was once the same.
Listlessly, Y/N sucked in a breath, rubbing her palms against her jeans and nodded again. Her lip stayed stuck between her teeth, frustration glistening in the rims of her eyes as she stared at Peter. He looks at her with a look of regret and sorrow, almost dramatically shaking his head.
"Whatever's going on with you, I hope you figure it out," Y/N lets out a wry chuckle, hoping that it would ease the pressure in her nerves.
Peter, on the other hand, looked at her like he was staring at a time traveller. The only thought in his head was how Liz Allen had said to him the same thing all those years ago before she left. Panic was what he felt at that very moment because she could be planning to leave for all he knew.
When Y/N finally looks him in the eye, Peter stumbles on his words and thinks of anything he could say to ease the situation. Anything at all because, at that point, he was desperate and he wasn't about to let another girl slip through his fingers when he could have done something about it, so-
"I like you," Peter doesn't remember wanting to say it, but he spews it out anyway and he's as caught off guard as Y/N. Both stare at each other wide-eyed, mouths agape as they lean away from each other, dreading what was to come next. Peter slaps his hand over his mouth, regretting his actions the second he realised she was put off.
"What?" She looked at him in utter shock. She clearly wasn't expecting it and his heart ached because he knew she didn't reciprocate his feelings.
"I like you," he repeated himself rather hesitantly. "But you don't like me," he whispered to himself, pursing his lips and looking to his lap, staring at that damn leaf again.
"Peter," she felt her throat dry up and her fingers nimbly run through her hair, pushing it away from her face. "I didn't sign up for this-"
"Why don't you like me?" His voice trembled, hands shaking as they settled on his thighs. He played with the sleeves of his sweater, pulling and twisting as he let the reality of the situation set in.
"Why would I like someone that can't even trust me enough to tell me what they do for a job?"
"No, seriously," she scoffed and didn't hesitate to stand up. Peter mirrored her actions, following her as she made an attempt to go back into the house but he didn't let her. His hand managed to clamp around her wrist. He wouldn't let her go.
"Can you just listen?" He tried.
"I thought you couldn't tell anyone anything so what is there to listen?" She shook her head, her attempts of releasing herself from his grip were forgotten.
"What if I make an exception?" He tried with a sloppy grin, teeth peeking out from behind his lips and his eye twitched.
"I don't want you to make an exception," she said.
"That's not your choice to make," he argued and she let out a defeated sigh.
"Fine," she rolled her eyes. "I'm listening."
Peter wasn't exactly prepared. All he knew was that he wanted to fess up to her, to spill his heart out and tell her his whole story and how he became spiderman. He wanted to shoot a web to some random tree and take her with him and show her a good time but now maybe wasn't the right time. His mind reeled with ideas, none of which were a good solution.
Why was it so hard?
"Just spit it out, Peter," she urged, impatiently tapping her foot.
"It's complicated," he started, gulping and darting his eyes over Y/N's shoulder. "Because Tony Stark does need me more than his employees," he said.
He didn't miss the way Y/N's brow twitched, the corner of her lips threatening to pull into a frown. "That's all I'm gonna get-"
"Because I'm Spider-Man."
Crickets chirped. Peter swore he heard crickets chirp as Y/N's face contorted. "Peter," she said, voice dropping an octave lower. "You can't be serious," she almost laughed. If this was his way of swerving around telling her the truth, then so be it. But Peter didn't give her the same expression and realisation dawned upon her. "Oh, you're being serious," she recoiled.
"I'm being serious," he nodded, taking two steps towards her. She makes no effort to step back, allowing his sleeve covered hands to rest on the side of her arms. "Why would I be joking about something like this?"
"Fair enough," she mumbled and her eyes grew wider. Her mouth gaped as she sucked in a breath. "So I was mad at you for basically being a superhero," she scoffed at herself and Peter's grip on her arms tighten. "This changes everything- what? I don't- I'm not supposed to be mad at you!"
"No!" Peter insisted. "I don't blame you, it's completely understandable!" He reasoned but she continued shaking her head.
"I was being unfair to you!" She continued. "You were out in the neighbourhood trying to keep everyone safe and I was mad at you? What kind of a friend would that make me? I don't deserve to be talking to you- wait. Was that how you found the coffee place I work at-"
Peter honestly couldn't continue listening to her spiral. He sucked in a breath, exhausted by the commotion the party caused and the way Y/N seemed to be panicking. He sucked in a breath, closing his eyes and pulling Y/N closer with little strength. Their lips met in the middle.
Y/N shut up immediately, taken aback by his gesture. She gasped into his lips but he swallowed it, open mouthly kissing her as his grip on her softened, a hand trailing towards her hair. She found herself letting the tips of her fingers brush over his cheek, caressing his face ever so softly as he continued to kiss her. She kissed him back, it was an involuntary response. But she didn't regret it either.
Their noses touched while Peter's heart swelled. It might as well burst out of his chest. He didn't know how he held himself together but there he was, kissing the girl he was willing to do anything for. And she was kissing him back, so he was doing something right.
It felt like it was an hour later when they finally pulled apart from each other. Y/N's eyes fluttered open, a dumbfounded expression on her face that quickly turned into confusion as Peter grinned uncontrollably. Her head tilted to the side, her brows knitting together as he debated if she should say something.
Peter beat her to it, anyway.
"I'm sorry, it was the only way I could shut you up."
With that, Y/N giggled and Peter dove right back in. He tilted his head as he went in to catch her lips again, the smile staying in his eyes and his fingers buried in her hair and as her hands roamed his neck.
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Misadventures in Babysitting - Chapter Two (Dad! Tom x Reader)
Warnings: ummm not much that I can think of? Mentions of reproductive issues/not being able to get pregnant. Mild angst, some smut. Mostly fluff
Word Count: 4345
Summary: When an unexpecting guest arrives at Tom’s doorstep, he finds himself taking on a role he never thought he would. Knowing he can’t do it on his own he turns to one of his closest friends for help.
A/N: Getting a bit more floofy now! But also a little drama? We’re diving right into the storyline now so I hope you guys like this one!! (Special thanks to @osterfield-holland-andcompany @lauras-collection for helping me with so many ideas for this series! Please give them both a follow!) Also .gif is credited to @lauras-collection!! always please, reblog/interact/give feedback! Thank you xx -N
Tom scrambled around his living room, searching for his nametag while Mia screamed in her pack n play; clearly wanting attention. But he was already so late for his shift and he knew he could not ask you to cover for him again. You already took two of his shifts over the last few weeks because of Mia. He was incredibly grateful you understood and were helping him out but he knew that wasn’t fair to you.
He was especially glad you were willing to crash in Harrison’s old room since Mia came into his life. Tom needed the help because he knew he couldn’t do this on his own right now and he was more than lucky to have you. Every time you came to his rescue he was absolutely astounded at how amazing you were with Mia. You were the one who taught Tom how to change her diapers even though you hadn’t done it since your babysitting days in high school, he would watch you play with Mia after he had woken up for a nap and see how great you were with he;, and you even would make her own fresh baby food with your food processor. You were incredible, and Tom realized just how much he relied on you over the last few weeks.
It was whenever you left for work where Tom missed you and needed you the most. He knew eventually he would need to figure this out on his own but right now it felt like you were some type of glue that was keeping him together. Reminding him to call the agency to get the adoption paperwork going, telling Tom to send Mia’s medical records over to Harrison so he could look at them. They were such basic things but with Mia suddenly in Tom’s life, everything was upside down. And when you were gone it felt even worse.
The irony was that you actually thought Tom was doing a great job over these last few weeks. After getting Mia thrown into his life, you were surprised at how quickly he took on the role and changed everything for her. You told him time and time again that he wasn’t perfect and there was nothing wrong with that. Trying to take the backseat most of the time to let Tom figure everything out; you were always so impressed with how he handled himself. Even if he didn’t see it for himself.
You wanted Tom to know that he didn’t need to do this all on his own. You were willing to crash at his place for the time being until things were more settled down. It wasn’t like it was holding you back from anything, either. You didn’t have family to go home to and it was right upstairs from the bar. If anything, he was making your commute easier. And of course, it didn’t hurt that you were spending more time with Tom. Being able to get to know him better was something that made your long days a bit better. You and Tom were always good friends and now you were becoming even closer, and you were both glad for that.
But Tom knew he needed to get it together, and fast. Finally finding his nametag on the kitchen counter, he pinned it onto himself before he finally made his way back to Mia. Her nose scrunched up as she wailed louder, wanting his attention so he could fix whatever problem she was having. Scooping her up, Tom let out a sigh as he pressed her carefully by his shoulder.
“I know, Mia. I know,” he whispered while he patted her back gently. He checked her one side and her diaper didn’t need to be changed and he had just fed her before he started getting ready for work. He glanced at her face while he pressed his lips together, “I really wish you could tell me what’s wrong,” he breathed out while he continued to bounce her up and down to try and get her to stop.
Frowning at the continuation of her fit, he tried to hum to see if maybe she just needed some added attention. He recently found that if she was fussy for no reason, sometimes singing would calm her down but this time was different. She was stubborn and putting up a fight. If Tom were in a humorous mood he’d take a moment to laugh at the irony. She was stubborn just like her father, he thought to himself.
Tom sat them both down on the couch with Mia in his lap as he reached over towards the end table to grab the frosted donut he was trying to eat earlier. His eating schedule was nonexistent lately and he would just scarf down whatever he could grab. His stomach was growling and while he was trying to get Mia to stop crying, he was going to do what he needed to do and get something in his stomach before work.
Just as he sank his teeth into the chocolate frosting, he noticed a pair of tiny eyes watching him with her mouth suddenly open. But the most important thing about it was that the crying seemed to slow down while she stared at the bright colored sprinkles on the donut. Tom pulled the half-bitten donut away and showed it to her with a small smile, “This is daddy’s, but you can look at it, alright?” he told her calmly before taking another bite.
As soon as he did so, Mia started up again. Suddenly it began to click what she wanted as Tom tore off a tiny piece and placed it by her lips. Smacking them together, Mia devoured the piece he had given her as the chocolate smeared across her face with delight. She smiled at him as he gave her another piece, watching her reach out for it as she shoved it into her mouth.
“I guess you like it, huh?” Tom chuckled to himself while he took another bite for himself. Cringing at the thought he was feeding a six month old pure sugar but he was at the point where he needed to pick his battles. Grabbing a cloth, he cleaned her face as he gently tickled her sides, “You won’t tell Y/N about this, will you?” he asked her, knowing you would definitely give him one of your famous death glares for feeding her a donut.
Tom picked her back up once they were both done with a sigh of relief. Maybe she just wanted to play around with her dad, he thought. Pushing himself off of the couch, he began to guide her back to the crib when he heard Mia cough and sputter at the same time. Stopping in his tracks, he glanced down at his shirt and found it covered in Mia’s very own donut mess followed by more crying once again.
Groaning to himself, Tom tried to take a breath while he cleaned Mia up first before putting her into her crib. “Thank you, Mia,” he mumbled to himself before he headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he could see how much he didn’t look like himself right now. Overly exhausted with dark circles under his eyes, his curls a mess and his shirt covered in baby vomit, he began to feel the pressure seeping in and in that moment he just wanted to scream as loud as he possibly could.
Your ears must have been ringing because you came home moments before Tom was about to pull his hair out. Stopping in the doorway, you noticed Mia sobbing to herself while Tom stared back at you looking like he was about to lose it as well. You placed your things down on the counter and grabbed Mia without saying a word about it, “I think you’re going to give your daddy a heart attack, sweet girl,” you told her with a cooing voice in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Reaching for Mia’s pacifier sitting on the coffee table you placed it by her mouth, she took it instantly and her crying came to a sudden halt. Examining her face as you kissed her cheeks and wiped her tears from her eyes, “Are those sprinkles?” you noticed the crumbs resting on her chin as you raised your eyebrow at Tom.
“Yes, Y/N! Mia has sprinkles on her face,” Tom sighed as he balled his hand up into a fist in frustration. He felt like he was about to punch the damn wall but he refrained, “They’re sprinkles because giving her half of my damn donut was the only way to get her quiet and it didn’t even work because I was too oblivious to even think that she wanted that stupid pacifier! What the hell am I even doing?!” he cried out while he leaned against the wall.
Tom’s eyes remained on you with Mia in your arms. You claimed to never have much experience with kids but you looked like such a natural in his eyes. Everything you did with Mia came so naturally to you and Tom always wondered why he wasn’t picking up on any of that. Thinking of all the wrong turns he took in the last week alone, he didn’t know how he would have been able to even get to today without you.
“Doing this to yourself is only going to make yourself feel worse,” you tried to keep your voice level as you placed Mia down on her playmat, clearly now content with her pacifier as you made your way over towards Tom, “Why don’t you take the night off tonight? I can get one of the other guys to cover your-”
“Absolutely not! No!” Tom cut you off with an edge to his voice with your suggestion. He didn’t want to be the one falling apart. Especially not in front of you. There was something about being around you where he felt like he didn’t want you to see his vulnerable side. “You cannot keep covering for me, I can’t let you do that,” he told you as he clenched his eyes shut.
Your lips pressed together and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, “Sometimes I think you throw bigger tantrums than Mia,” you shook your head at him as you winked towards Mia, whose chubby cheeks pulled into a small with a tiny giggle. Instantly making Tom chuckle at her as he lightened up a bit.
Tom dragged himself down the wall as he took a spot on the floor. Resting his face in his hands as he looked towards you helplessly, “What if I can’t do this?” he finally asked you as he swallowed harshly but the lump in his throat was refusing to go down. “Maybe...she needs someone better than me,” he admitted as he felt his emotions begin bubbling up again.
Just saying it outloud made him feel ashamed to even look at you and Mia. He knew this was going to be hard and the biggest challenge he ever took on but he just assumed he would get better with time. It felt like he hadn’t learned anything these last few weeks and it was beginning to really get to him. He couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t the best person to raise Mia and maybe she would be better off with anybody other than him.
Knowing that you were here watching Tom screw up time and time again was really starting to get to him as well. He wanted to tell you to go home or back to work; to stop worrying about him, to let him figure it out on his own. He wanted to do that but he found himself resisting that urge because he still wanted you around. You were a part of the reason he wanted to keep trying; not only just for Mia, but to make you proud of him too.
Tom felt like his world was caving in one day at a time and you were the glue he suddenly found that was holding it together for him. Every day was something new for him and even when you were just present or observing him, he felt somewhat in control of what was going on. He still had no idea what the hell he was doing but around you it felt...a little bit easier.
You took a seat against the wall beside Tom, both of your backs up against the hard surface while your hand found Tom’s effortlessly. Brushing your fingers against his as you felt him relax a bit beside you. The sounds of Mia’s cooing as she played on her mat filled the room as you turned your focus towards Tom.
“You need to give yourself a break, Tom. A few weeks ago I saw you use the cocktail onions as a condiment on your burgers,” you cringed at the memory with a playful nudge to make him laugh. You squeezed his hand lightly with another warm smile, “And now you’re bossing me around to make sure Mia’s food is made with only organic fruits and vegetables,” you reminded him; proud of all of the changes to his lifestyle he’d been making over the last few weeks.
Tom shrugged, “Is that enough, though? I don’t know the first thing about being a dad and I have a feeling I’m just going to let her down in the end,” he swallowed as he turned to you with his eyes widened as if he were begging for help through them, “I feel like you and Harrison are much better at things like this than me,” he mumbled as he tried to shake the feeling off but he was already feeling so defeated right now.
“Look over there,” you told Tom as you pointed towards Mia, still in her own little world as she mindlessly laid on her tummy while she reached for one of the blocks you had purchased for her. She spit out the pacifier but she didn’t cry and instead enjoyed her playtime as she wriggled around innocently, “That sweet girl over there doesn’t know any of whatever it is going on in that head of yours,” you tapped his forehead lightly before you continued, “She doesn’t see you getting frustrated, or worried, or scared. All she sees is that you’re her daddy and she just wants you to love her. Which I can tell you’ve fallen for her already judging by how much you care,” you noted with a smile.
You were absolutely right. Tom was in love with Mia the moment he accepted the idea he was her father. It was hard not to fall for that adorable, chunky face. Those big doe eyes that stared back at him always seemed to make his heart swell in the best way. It was a type of love and emotion Tom had never experienced before but the moment he did, it changed everything.
“How do I do this?” Tom asked you as his head leaned up against the wall. Clenching his eyes shut while he squeezed your hand back, “How do I be a good father to her?” he asked lowly.
Shifting your position to face him, you pushed some of the curls out of his face as he opened his eyes and caught your gaze. Cupping his face into your palms while your eyes met his, “You just keep loving her and keep trying to make her laugh like I know you adore,” you answered him simply as you saw Tom beginning to smile a bit, which made you mirror him. Your thumbs massaged against his cheeks while you nodded your head, “I know you can do that,” you added.
“Ye-yeah, I can do that,” Tom agreed as his hands wrapped around your wrist as he nodded his head. His eyes flickered from Mia back towards you and his smile grew bigger, “Thank you,” he whispered to you.
The gap between you both slowly closed as Tom’s eyes remained on you. He had felt so many different emotions these days, it was impossible for him to focus on one. He couldn’t tell anymore what was what but you were there in front of him as he felt completely vulnerable which he didn’t want. But despite that fact, he found himself craving your attention that always seemed to make him feel better.
Your eyes fluttered close as your lips somehow found Tom’s. Pulling him close to you as your hands slid behind the nape of his neck when you began to feel him kiss you back. His lips felt soft as he captured your bottom lip while his fingers started running through your hair as he began to deepen your kiss.
With his lips rolling over yours, Tom hummed against your lips as he felt you smile against him. Bringing your top lip in between his as he slowly began to pull away. Your forehead against his as he took in a deep breath before opening his eyes. Suddenly realizing what had just happened as he pulled away from you slowly while his cheeks tinged pink.
“Shit...I’m sorry,” Tom breathed out a laugh while he licked his lips. He wasn’t sure if you kissed him or he kissed you first but either way, it happened. Did you want him to kiss you? He could have sworn you leaned in and kissed him first but if you did, then why did you pull away? Tom’s head was spinning with thought after thought while the taste of your lips lingered on his.
You bit your bottom lip as the feeling of awkwardness flooded through you. Maybe you read him wrong and shouldn’t have done anything. But right now you had these feelings towards Tom since you began helping him with Mia and they wouldn’t go away. You knew Tom had enough on his plate and maybe acting upon those feelings wasn’t the smartest idea and you should try and bottle them up for now. You didn’t want Tom to be anymore stressed than he needed to be.
“No, it’s fine,” you breathed out a laugh as you stood up from the floor. Feeling your face heat up as Tom followed you, “We can forget it happened,” you smiled anxiously at him as you fixed your shirt before heading into the kitchen to grab something to drink. But mainly you were finding a place to hide until the shameful feeling went away.
“Moment of weakness, I guess,” Tom rubbed the back of his neck as he felt a pit in his stomach begin to grow. Part of him wanted to kiss you again but he assumed you pulled away for a reason so instead, he went over towards Mia and sat her in his lap as he reached down to kiss her head, “How do you smell so good, Mia? God, I don’t want to leave you and just smell you all day,” he laughed against her, making her coo as she continued to reach out for his hands.
You exhaled as you headed over towards Tom, ready to move passed your awkward moment, “Offer still stands to take off. Maybe we can take Mia on her first outing with you,” you suggested with a warm smile, “And you can creepily continue to smell her,” you teased.
“Hey! It’s not creepy! She’s my daughter…” Tom whined as he pondered the thought. Obviously he wanted to spend more time with Mia and take her out but he also didn’t want to leave for work because he wasn’t on the same shift as you. He picked Mia up as he handed her over to you to pick out her outfit since he knew you loved doing that, “What did you have in mind?” he finally asked with a grin.
You let out a roar of laughter as you sat on the blanket while the sun beamed down on the three of you; laughing hysterically watching Tom stand Mia up on her legs while he pretended to make her dance. Waving her pudgy arms in the air while she stared at the two of them blankly with no idea what the hell either one of them were doing to her.
“Dance, Mia!” you cheered, clapping your hands together as Tom made her do some disco moves before he felt her beginning to fuss. Clearly getting annoyed at her dad for making her look so silly. Sitting her back down in his lap as he watched you feed her a tiny spoonful of yogurt that you had brought with you in your picnic basket, “I think she’d rather eat than dance,” you giggled, watching Mia practically gulp down the yogurt you had just fed her.
Tom wiped her face with his finger and wiped the leftover yogurt on a napkin sitting beside him, “She clearly isn’t skipping any meals. Look at this little chunk,” Tom cooed as he kissed her chipmunk-like cheeks excitedly, “My little chunky monkey,” he laughed while she took another bite of her lunch.
Mia’s hand swatted Tom in his nose accidentally but landed hard enough where he yelped. You roared with more laughter while you watched Tom rub his nose vigorously, “Good girl,” you told Mia with a playful grin as you shook your head at him, “I’d smack you too for calling me chunky,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at Tom.
Tom returned the gesture as he stuck his tongue back at you, “It’s different when you’re cute and adorable,” he teased right back as he pursed his lips at you. This time you were one to smack Tom in the chest as he shouted once again, “Joking! I am joking, Y/N,” he exclaimed through his laughter.
Mia looked up towards Tom and mimicked the both of you, placing her tongue in between her two lips. The both of you reached down to kiss and tickle her as a windy breeze rolled in during the beautiful weather you were having, “Christ, stop being so cute, Mia,” Tom told her with another gentle kiss.
“I’m going to have her for dinner,” you told him as you fed Mia another bite.
“Not if I eat her first!” Tom retaliated playfully. He tapped her cheek with his finger lightly before he leaned forward, pretending to take a bite of her, “Absolutely delicious,” he joked with a smirk before Mia innocently smacked his nose again. Shaking his head at her, he kept her in his lap as he cleaned her yogurt covered chin once more.
Handing Tom her bottle, you squeezed Mia’s rolled up baby thigh, “These chubby little thighs are absolutely killing me,” you squealed at the sight. There was something about babies that just made absolutely everything about them adorable and sweet.
“Hey, hey! The baby thighs are mine!” Tom laughed, playfully swatting your hand away.
You watched Tom interact with Mia and it reminded you of that feeling you wished you had. It didn’t mean to spark up memories of that awful realization in your life but seeing Tom with his daughter made you a little jealous of what could have been for you but was now most likely impossible.
It wasn’t Tom’s fault, it wasn’t even your fault. It was just the universe’s plan for you and you accepted it a long time ago. You always held on to the hope that the plans the universe had in store for you would mean something just as amazing. But seeing what you couldn’t have dangled in front of you still struck a chord. Maybe that’s why you were so adamant about helping Tom so much. You wanted that happiness for Tom and if you couldn’t have it personally, you were grateful one of your best friends had found it so randomly. He looked happy and in the end, that made you happier than having a Mia for yourself.
Even though you had those little pangs of jealousy, seeing Tom with his newly discovered daughter made a lot of that seem unimportant to you. The way that he was now looking at her when he held her and how he wanted to be the best father he could be were just a few of the things that made you melt from being around the two of them. Wishing Tom would see what you had in regards to him only made your feeling even more confusing as you started to watch him apply sunscreen to Mia’s face.
You may not have been directly a part of his life but you were beginning to find yourself wanting to be.
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I have an idea pls bare with me
So peter Parker n reader are bffs (obyo in love) and one day peter goes to her place after patrol and reader was walking out of the shower NAKED cause she forgot her towel and Peter just barges in and reader started screaming and Peter starts rambling sorry sorry sorry and when it finally got calm reader on some clothes BUT OF COURSE PETER IS A LIL DUMB N SAYS SOMETHING LIKE “ur N*pples/boobs are very pretty” AND ONCE AGAIN POOR PETER IS JUST RAMBLING IN EMBARRASSMENT and once again reader just blushes like crazy and finally they both calm down....
BUT ONCE AGAIN PETER GOES LIKE “I thought I would wait until our wedding to see you naked” AND POOR BABY SAID THAT OUT LOUD AND READER N HIM JUST SIT THERE IN SHOCK LIEK WTF JUST HAPPENED but it somehow ends up in confessions and a sweet kiss
PLS PLS PLS WRITE THIS MY BRAIN IS HAYWIRE WITH THIS IDEA RN pls make peter ramble pls pls pls
A/n: I loved this request jijiji.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Mentions of sex, Peter complementing you ✨bewbs✨.
It was a Friday night, a hot and sticky kinda night. You opened the door to your apartment, your backpack hanging from your left shoulder.
Volleyball practice had finished just about an hour ago, and since Peter had patrol, he couldn't wait for you to get out of practice and drive you home. So you walked. As you entered the house, no one was home. Your parents were invited to a fancy dinner party that night, so you were home alone. Due to the state of the outside, you decided to take a shower and order some takeout. You made your way up the stairs and down the hallway to your room. Opening the door to your room, you threw your bag on the bed and pulled out your phone. You sat down on your desk, kicking your shoes off and dialing Peter's number. After four rings, he answered.
¨Hey y/n¨ You talked through the phone. You figured he was still patrolling around.
¨Hey Pete, watch doing¨ You asked him while entering the bathroom, closing the door behind you.
¨I just finish checking every corner of Queens. If you meant literally, I am sitting down on the edge of a roof eating a sausage and talking with you.¨ He told you, swallowing a piece of his food.
¨Cool, are you doing anything tonight?¨ You asked taking your shirt and shorts off. Holding the phone with your ear and shoulder.
¨Nah, May invited this guy she's been talking to for dinner. She says he isn't staying over, but I don't trust her anymore. The last time a guy came over for dinner, he ended up banging her-¨
¨Wow ok, talk about TMI!-¨
¨What it's true. Going back to the question, what do you have in mind?¨ He asked finishing his sausage.
¨So, my parent's aren't home-¨
¨Wow! I mean I always thought you were freaky or something but your my best friend-¨
¨Shut up, you idiot, and let me finish. I was saying, my parents, are gone until tomorrow, wanna come and order takeout ?¨
¨Yes, but only on one condicion¨, Peter spoke.
¨ Ugh, what?¨ You asked, turning the water to the hot setting.
¨ Can I sleep over? I will not be losing sleep over my aunt getting fucked again-¨
¨Yes! God yes, stop it, I don't wanna picture May doing it!¨ You told him ¨Alright, come by in an hour or so, ama take a shower and then order the food¨
¨Sounds good, cya¨ He hanged up, and you got inside the shower. You had this really bad custom of spending way too much time inside the shower. You loved turning the speaker to the fullest and dancing to each lyric of the songs. Right now, it was exactly what you were doing, music to a full volume and dancing around. You were having fun, a little too much, so much, you forgot about Peter swinging by later. Eventually, when the water started getting cold, you got out of the shower. When you stepped out into the bathroom floor, you remembered you had left the towel in your desk chair. You figured you would leave the bathroom without a towel since no one was home. You grabbed your phone and your speaker from the counter and turned the doorknob. As you opened the door, you scrolled through some songs in your playlist.
Your phone maintained you distracted enough for you to walk past your best friend, you bare naked. Peter stood there, mouth wide open, no words being able to exit. He had just entered through your window, never expecting you to come out of the bathroom in that state. Peter had no idea what to do. Should he make himself notice?. He decided to stay quiet and appreciate your body, soft and delicate skin, your curves, and your unique form.
You get to your towel and wrap it around your body, covering everything, everything Peter had already seen. All of a sudden, you turn around, and there he stands. Eyes wide open with a worried expression on his face. A million thoughts ran through your mind in the same amount of time it took you to turn around and find him.
¨Peter Benjamin Parker, What the actual fuck?!¨ You yell, holding the towel tighter to your body.
¨I am so-so, I- y/n, I didn't mean it. I just came here and you were- you were like on you- the phone and I- Damn It. Am sorry, y/n, like i-swear-swear I saw-like, like nothing. I pinky sw-swear¨ He rambled, sticking his pinky out for you to take. Peter was red, tomato red, and sweating, like a lot. Of course, he had a crush on you. He had a crush on you since that time in freshman year, you both went to the fair. You got scared when riding the Ferris wheel, so you held onto his arms the whole time. Peter knew from that moment, he would have a crush on you. He never expected it to last this long. Now, he was in love.
You just stood there not knowing what to say to him.
¨I- turn your ass around, ama change. DO. NOT. TURN. AROUND¨ You warned him, and he turned around. You opened the drawer and changed into some clothes. You ordered him to turn back around. Your arms were wrapped, resting below your breasts.
¨If it makes you feel better, you have really pretty boobs- I mean no!¨ He panicked again and you raised an eyebrow. ¨I mean yes, they are really pretty, I just mean-like not in like, am not like- I didn't mean to say that. No! I did- just not in like a-a sexual way, you- I-y/n, sorry. Ama just shut up¨ Peter was mentally slapping himself. You just laughed at your best friend's stupidity. You thought it was cute.
¨What?¨ He asked, confused as to why you weren't mad at him.
¨Nada, you just pretty cute Parker, your such a fucking dork, come here¨ You opened your arms to hug your Peter. You liked him as well, you weren't going to sacrifice your friendship for anything in the world, so you stayed quiet. He snuggled closer to your neck while on the hug. You both appreciated each other too much to make things awkward. Too blind to realize the love each other transmitted.
After that awkward moment that was going to haunt Peter for the rest of his living days, you both ordered takeout and laid in y/n´s bed watching movies. Both of you were enjoying your food, laughing at the comedy movie playing. Out of nowhere, Peter spoke.
¨I really thought the first time id see y/n naked would be the night of our wedding. Guess now I have more reasons to marry her.¨ Peter said, way too relaxed for what had just exited his mouth. You slowly turned your head around to see him eating his noodles peacefully.
¨What did you just say?¨ You asked with a shocked look plastered on your face.
¨I didnt¨ He whispered to himself and then closed his eyes and pressed them together in embarrassment. ¨I said that out loud didn't I?¨ He whispered, too embarrassed to open his eyes.
¨Youp¨ You nodded, lips pressed together.
¨Look, am, so-so fucking sorry, I don't want to lose you-ya know. I-i don't know what's go-going on with me today.¨ Peter was on the verge of tears. ¨I really, really don't want to lose you y/n, forget-¨ Peter was cut off by the feeling of your lips against his. He pulled away to open his eyes and kissed you again. He pulled you closer, cupping your face and you playing with his hair as you straddled his lap. You both pulled away.
¨Hi¨ You told him with a smile, his forehead resting against yours.
¨Hi¨ He smiled at you biting his lip ¨What was that about?¨ He asked looking for answers.
¨I like you, like love you, more than like. You know what I mean¨ You blushed.
¨I-i like, love you too y/n¨ He caressed your lip with his thumb.
¨Really?¨ Your whole face lit up and wrapped your arms around his neck.
¨Really¨ He kissed the top of your nose.
¨Pinky swear?¨ You asked, this time, sticking your pinky out for him to take.
¨Pinky swear¨ He took your pinky in his, kissing them together.
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Request: dom!mob!tom trying to get the reader pregnant for fathers day. Ty
ooooh, this is filthy.
Warnings:Smut(more in depth beneath the cut)
Warnings: Penetration, Dom sub relationship vibes, mob au, breeding kink, sir calling, internal orgasm
“Tommy?” you called out into the seemingly empty mansion. Bare feet wandering across the cold marble as you made your way down stairs, hoping that Tom would be in his office, there was something that you needed to talk to him about. He had been putting it off continually and you were fed up, after having once again woken up in an empty bed, the frustration rose in your chest and you decided that today was the day. What better day to finally talk about having kids with your husband than fathers day.
You approached the door to his office going to reach for the doorknob when a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, ceasing your movements.
“You can’t go in there, boss doesn’t want to be interrupted” a man that you are sure you had seen before but had forgotten the name of hissed at you.
“Don’t touch me” you bit back, tearing your arm from his grasp, your voice was loud, apparently loud enough for Tom to hear to the solid oak door. The door opened revealing a furious looking Tom, anger present in the way that he held himself, shoulders squared and jaw clenched, you were just stuck trying to figure out if he was mad at the man or mad at the interruption, or both.
“What. is. Happening.” Each word was punctuated with a pause.
“Your girl was trying to go in and I stopped her” the man spoke, eyes down cast, not meeting Tom’s gaze, unlike you, your eyes challenging him as your arm was crossed, nursing over the place the guy had gripped you.
“I’ll take it from here” Tom hissed at the man before leaning in to him, lips close to his ear as he muttered “You touch her again and you're dead” The man looked like he was about to shit himself as he shook his head rapidly, backing away from Tom and going to stand at the doorway where he had been stationed before. Tom turned back to you, brown eyes dark, anger dancing in the amber hues.
“What are you doing down here? I thought I told you to stay upstairs” his voice seemed like a debate between dominance and concern, not knowing what attitude to take towards you until he found out why you were here, what was so urgent that you would disobey him.
“Kids, Tom” you said “I’m here to talk about having kids” his face settled.
“You interrupted my meeting to talk about having kids?”
“You keep avoiding me, you are never there when I wake up and always avoid me when I try to bring it up, what is it? Do you not want to have kids with me?” Your voice broke at the end but Tom didn’t care, he was angry, furious that he had made you feel this way but also mad that you thought it was okay to interrupt him.
“Come here” his hand was soft on your arm, pulling you into his office and turning away from you. “The meeting is over, you can contact my associate Harrison with any further questions but something has come up” he informed the people that were in his office, and with those words they began to leave and once the final person left Tom turned back to you.
“Strip” he ordered, making your brows shoot up, surprised at the way the conversation was going.
“What?” you asked, your jaw dropping in shock as he took a step towards you.
“I said Strip” he growled, hands resting on your hips and hitching up our shirt to expose your skin “You want a kid so bad, let me fuck one into you” heis hands on you made heat rush to your core. Center rapidly wettening at the slightest touch, immediately stripping yourself of your clothes, letting the, fall to the floor as Tom back you up against his desk, undoing his belt and pulling his pants down, tugging his cock out from the confines of his pants and teasing it through your folds, ripping a moan from your throat. The noise was quickly silenced as he placed a hand on your mouth,
“You don’t speak unless I prompt you to” he hissed, before thrusting his cock all the way into you. Your teeth sank into your lip as you tried to suppress a moan, choking on the noise as he started going harder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to yours.
“So eager for my seed, aren’t you, Doll?” he bit down harshly on your neck, his dick thrusting in and out of you, the slickness of your arousal easing the stretch of his size. “Do you wanna cum, Love? Do you think you deserve to cum?” he growled into your ear, teeth tracing your lobe as he spoke.
“No,” you whimpered, shaking your head helplessly “I-I don’t deserve to cum, Sir” you whimpered, a smile spreading on his face at your submission. You tapped his shoulder twice, signalling to him that you needed something, his pace calming as he looked at you, allowing you to catch your breath. “I know i don’t deserve to cum, but mutual orgasm increases the chance of conception” you whisper, hoping your words wouldn’t anger him as your slyness and that they would spur him on to making you cum.
“Oh, how convenient for you” he hissed, his thrust once again picking up speed, bringing you closer to an edge that you thought you would only get to feel today, not fully cascade over the edge in a waterfall of pleasure, but the way his balls were slapping against your as and his fingers moving down to your cunt, slipping through the top of your lips and rubbing over your clit.
“Your lucky that I’m trying to fuck a baby into you because if this were any other day I would leave you needy, my cum dripping from your abused cunt and a neediness that not even your fingers could satiate,” his words made your abs clench, your back lifting off of the desk as you neared your high. Your fingers dug into Tom’s shoulders.
“Tommy, I’m close” you whimpered, your walls spasming around him as you felt his tip twitch against your spot.
“I’m close too, love” he moaned, fingers bruising your hips as he pulled you even closer, thrust becoming impossibly faster as you both fell apart together.
Your body tensing as he released deep within you painting your walls with cum as your body tensed, arching up into Tom. Tom pulled out, making a whimpering escape your lips at the loss of fullness.
“You think I was good enough to fuck a baby into you?”
“I think that if we didn’t usually take precautions you would have a long time ago”
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I love you too spidey boy
Pairings: Peter Parker x fem!reader
Warnings: nothing really just fluff and very short
It was night time and you and Peter were cuddled up in the bed rewatching the Star War movies. You sit up after a while looking at Peter to see if he was still up.
“What?” He asks looking at you
“Just admiring my hot boyfriend”
Peter looks down and blushes. You take his head in your hands and you kiss both of his cheeks. “You’re so cute” you say and you go back to your spot on the bed and cuddled closer to Peter.
“I love you y/n/n”
“I love you too spidey boy”
Authors note: This is my first fic or whatever you call it. I’m sorry it’s so short, I am going to make more LONGER fics in the future. And sorry if there is any misspelled words!
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seventeen :: p. parker ::
summary :: “we’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window. || when your eyes met those honey brown ones, you felt something, but weren’t sure if he felt it too. He felt it. 10X harder.
paring :: peter parker x asgard!fem!reader
warnings :: heavy fluff tehe, teen romance// strangers>>lovers, cursing, slight smut (HEAVY make out and maybeee grinding ;) )
word count :: 2.6k (2,646)
[a/n] :: this is just a really cute idea I had and it just flew out of me. I’m IN LOVE with this and I hope u guys. Kk I think that all <3. click here to make a request!! click here to join the tag list!!
“Have you ever noticed how dull the world is?”
Your eyes were fixed on the window of the car beside you. You watched as the snow Incase the cars around you. Not being able to tare your eyes from the window, you talked to your sister, Valkyrie, with your back turned.
“It’s 'cause you’ve lived in a world of sunshine and rainbows,” Valkyrie said in a sarcastic tone and she glanced at you through the side of her eye. The two of you were in the back of a taxi, going to a location Thor Odinson had given you. After the prophetic was for filled and Asgard had been erupted into flames by Satur, the people of Asgard followed their new leader to earth. You were clueless as to where everyone went once they had adapted to life on earth while you stayed cooped up in an apartment, not having access to the outside world— until today.
Valkyrie had gotten a call from Thor saying that he needed them to come to the address he had told her.
You watched the city of Brooklyn, New York pass by flash by with all of the colorful lights and neon sign. People yelling on the side of the road with others crossing roads- horns being hooked as everyone rushed everywhere. It was chaotic, but you loved it. It was different.
“Can you stop staring and listen for once,” you turned your body around fully to face Valkyrie as you rolled your eyes. She looked at you with a blank expression before continuing.
“Remember, this isn’t Asgard. What seem normal to you is strange to mid gardens.”
“Okay okay, I get it. Is that all?”
“Whatever- just don’t embarrass yourself. Alright sis?” She held out her fist signaling for you to bump it with yours. A small smile spread across your face when you bumped fist.
“Where here,” the two of you turned forward to look at the taxi driver who looked back through the mirror. You shrugged and opened the door to leave the car.
“Hey! Missy! Where’s my money? I don’t do this shit for fun now,” he said with a raspy voice. You looked at your sister and she shrugged with a smile. You nodded as you both ran out of the car, slamming the doors.
Running side by side, you looked over your shoulder as you flipped off the driver as he honked and drove away— Valkyries laughing sounding in the air but came to sudden stop. As soon as you turned, you face came into contact with a large mans chest in your face. You slammed into him, causing you to fall back. The brown eyed girl next to you crouched over as she laugh and point at your face.
“Ahaha!- you should have seen your face dumbass!”
“Shut up,” you groaned as you sat up, a hand being held out to you. Looking up you saw that it was Thor with a big grin on face. You grabbed his hand, pulling yourself up along with his help.
“The hell is wrong with you,” you grumbled as you wiped the snow off of your clothing.
Thor chuckled as you slung his arms around the both of your shoulders, walking into the building in front of you.
“Lady [y/n], Valkyrie, welcome to the Avengers tower.”
“Stark!” Thor’s voice boomed through tower; his thick accent being herd loud and clear. You walked behind him and your sister, your figure being hidden behind them. Your arms crossed over your chest as you scanned the place over. It was nice and had lots of cool technology. You saw an averaged height, middle aged man with facial hair approaching. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand and the other tucked away in his pocket.
“Ah yes, Stark— and man of spiders— these are the girls i wanted you to meet!”
Man of spiders? You hadn’t seen anyone else walk in but you did hear A second set of footsteps.
“This is Valkyrie,” Thor said as he placed both hands on my sisters shoulder. She sent Stark a small nod and smirk. He returned it with a wave and a small ‘pleasure’.
You pushed past Thor, arms still across your chest as you stood next to your older sister.
“Oh- well this is [y/n], Valkyries younger sister,” doing the same smile and nod as your sister, you gaze landed on the boy next to Stark. His eyes were already locked on you.
The boy looked around your age, seventeen in human years. His eyes were golden, honey shade of brown that matched perfectly with the mess of chocolate curls that sat on his head. His cheeks were flushed with pink as he swallowed the lump in his throat. The clothes he wore were nothing like the boys in Asgard. You had to admit, you loved how it looking on him. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes stared deeply into yours, keeping you prisoner.
You loosened your arms that were formally crossed on your chest and started to play with your finger nails, not knowing what else to do. A feeling boiled inside you that you had never felt before. It was warm, and fuzzy. It sound so cliché but it was all so true.
“Ah- well it is very very nice to meet the two of you. This is the newest avenger, Peter. Peter Parker. Who is also known as Spider-Man.” Peter didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at you, but you have averted you gaze to something else.
“Tony, I think he’s frozen,” Thor said to the man next to Peter. You snorted a laugh, hand coming to cover you mouth. Tony snapped his fingers in front of the zoned out boys face.
“Uh- oh hi! I-I’m Peter Parker.. which you knew already…sorry,” he said with a nervous smile as he looked down to avoid your direct gaze.
“Ooookay, Thor will you take them to their rooms? I’m a bit busy,” Tony said as he point with his thumb to the room behind him as he walked into it. Thor nodded with his usual smile. He clapped his hands while turned towards you and Valkyrie.
“Let go shall we?”
“I can take [y/n] to her room! I-if it’s okay… is it [y/n]?” Peter called out, his eyes landing back on you. A smirk slipped onto your lips as you walked towards him and grabbed his hand. His breath hitched at the warm contact. You tried to contain your confidence as you looked at him.
“Lead the way,” you leaned into his face, “man of spiders,” you said with a giggle. Peter’s face became red.
“I love your accent,” he gushed causing you to smile widely, looking at him through your mascara coated lashes.
Peter began to walk you turn your room, you trailing behind, hand in hand. Looking over your shoulder, you winked at your sister. She laughed as she winked back. Thor looked down at her with an arched brow as you and Peter disappeared down the hall.
“What? Don’t cock block my sister!”
Approaching a gray door with a sliver handle, Peter opened it and led the two of you inside. Looking around, you were impressed by how nice it looked. It was absolutely amazing compared to the apartment you had been in. The best part to you was that you had a corner that you could sit in with a window. You already planned on watching earth through that window.
Peter started at you as you looked around the room with a smile.
“This is amazing. Thank you for showing me my room, Peter Parker.”
He almost groaned at the sound of you Asgarden accent saying his name.
“Any time,” he breathed. Looking down you saw that your hands where still in each other’s. You smiled and glanced up at him as he looked down and saw it too.
“Mrs. Stark has a message. Lights out kiddos.”
“What the fuck was that?” Your hand ripped out of Peter’s as you looked around for you could have said that. Peter laughed and explained that it was mr. Stark’s personal virtual assistant, Friday. You sighed and laughed in slight relief.
“Uh well I’ll see you tomorrow [y/n]. Goodnight,” Peter said as he walked over to the door, as smile on his face, lighting up his already rosy cheeks. You smiled back at him with a wiggle of your fingers, “night Parker,” you said as he closed the door.
Turning around you saw that there was a whole wardrobe for you. You started to strip, tacking off the sweatshirt Thor had given you to reveal your bare chest.
The door cracked open and Peter poked his head in.
“Let me know if you need—“ he paused as he saw your bare back facing him. Your looked over your shoulder with a smile.
“Thanks, but I’m good,” you slipped a shirt you found on over your head, now looking for shorts. Peter quickly closed the door.
The curly haired boy rested his back on the door as he let out a breath he had been holding in. His mind replayed the image of you body in his head on repeat. His breathing was un even as he closed his eyes, feeling the sweats he was wearing suddenly become uncomfortable. Running his hands through his thick curls he made his way back to his room.
You were finished changing, now sitting in the corner you had spotted earlier. Your chin rested on your forearms that were leaning on the windowsill. You watched the scenery out side. Fantasizing you and Peter, running and playing in the white, fluffy snow that covered the ground. You couldn’t help but think that you were a fool. How had you fallen so fast for a boy you just met one hour ago? But you could care less. You had never felt this way before, and you intend to make it last. Peter Parker was tattooed into your brain.
And tattoos never go away.
“What up,” Peter slid into the chair next to the one you sat in. It was the evening by now. You had spent the whole day exploring the avengers tower. Talking to some of the people you saw around. You started to really enjoy it there.
Currently you were sat in the living space, reading a book a lady you had met named Natasha has given you.
“Hey man of spiders.”
“Oh I’m never gonna get tired of you saying that with that voice of yours,” Peter admits. You blush at the complement.
“What you got planned for today?”
“Nothin’” you shrug, setting down your book, looking in to his beautiful eyes that you just couldn’t get enough of. You noticed him get flustered, making you smirk.
“Ok good. Make sure you keep it like that.”
That’s all he said as he quickly walked away, not giving you a chance to answer. You laughed to yourself and went back to your book. You weren’t able to focus on it though. Your mind kept going back to Peter and how much you wanted to kiss him all over and be with him. But you kept telling yourself to wait and that the day would come. You had no idea what he had planned but whatever it was, you were more then ready.
That night you were sitting on your bed, trying to learn how to use the phone Tony had given you that morning. You were in a pair of shorts with fluffy socks and a blue and yellow hoodie that you found on the couch in the room you were in earlier that day.
You herd a loud tapping on you window, causing your head to jolt up and look to see what it was. Walking over to the window you made out the shape that was there. It was peter, but he was holding some mask and wearing a blue and red suite. You assumed that it was his suite for the avengers, remembering that when Tony introduce you, he called him Spider-Man.
Rushing over, you popped the locks and opened the window.
“What the hell dude! You scared the shit out of me,” you whisper shouted at him, causing him to laughing.
“Look, I know I met you yesterday.. and this is the most cliché thing I will ever say. But I like you. Like really really like you. So please, give me this chance?”
You smiled at his words as your cheeks heated with the blood rushing to them. You nodded your head fast, letting out a giggle.
“Oh,” he let out a deep sigh, “good. I was scared you’d say no,” you chuckled nervously.
“Never,” you said with the same smile you had when you first met.
“Best part is, I get to spend the most of my time with you. We’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window.
“Come with me,” he held out his gloved hand,”trust me.”
You took his hand you slowly pulled you through the window.
You swung around town with your legs wrapped around his waist and you arms around his neck. Small screams leaving your lips whenever you would look down.
Peter landed onto of a very tall tower, letting you slip from his grasp. You stood and gazed at the breath taking view. City lights flashed all around you, cars honking and speeding past. The night sky dark. But the best part was the snow. Everything was covered in the thick white snow. Lifting your head you looked up into the sky at the snow that fell onto you face. Laughing escaped your lips and you spun around and ended up in Peter’s arms once agin.
“Shit! I’m sorry, I forgot you only had on shorts- and my hoodie,” the last part came out in a whisper.
You let a soft smile form, “I’m for Asgard. I can handle a little cold.”
“God I can’t get enough of you,” Peter said as he let his gloved hand slip around you neck as his other went to the small of your back, pulling you hips in to meet his.
Your hands rested on his biceps as one came up to the back of his head. The two of you stared at each other in comfortable silence.
“I really, really wanna kiss you right now.”
“Oh please do it man of spiders,” you both laughed for a second before Peter pulled you in for your lips to meet with his.
Your lips moved in-sync, like they were meant for each other. You felt his thumb slide across your chin before his lips parted from yours. Peter put his thumb on you lower lip, pulling it down as he smiled.
He moved his mother closer to yours, sticking out his tongue, letting it explore every part of your mouth it could reach before letting your lip go, allowing you to kiss back. You moaned into his mouth as you raised your leg to wrap around his waist. He grabbed the back of your thigh and raised it, squeezing it gently. Your lips trails off of his and to his ear as you started you grind you core onto his cock hard.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned into his ear, causing him to groan. His hands traveled to your ass, snaking and groping it.
That’s how you knew he wanted what you wanted just as bad. And oh man did you love being in love, young, dumb and seventeen.
Should I make a part 2… ;) lmk
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Spidys mad skillz
WARNINGS: smut, fluff, swearing
“morning princess” Tom said as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek to wake her, “unfortunately love i have to go on set today for some last minute scenes hope to see you on my break” “but Tom i want cuddles” she cried “im sorry love” she sighed as he placed ! he placed a last few calm kisses over her tight squirmy body. Darling you made it the director said Toms been very off on set today “he's probably just tense” Y/N replied with a grin. “Thank god you came princess ugh that yellow dress your wearing is so sexy” Tom whispered sexually as he pulled Y/N to the closest dressing room and locked the door behind him...
“tom” she squealed as he grabbed her hips and pulled her panties down “so wet for me little slut” Tom grinned as he started to place hickeys leading down to her wetness to start licking ir. Oo yes tom Y/N squealed as tom placed his dick at her entrance making her squirm as he bit her neck he began thrusting. Toms thrusts became slow and sloppy they're heads clashed together he pulled out leaving a slimy goo on her he finished cleaner her up and left for set “o also love i left you a little gift basket on the kitchen bench” he left she a wide grin on his face she rushed home to find the basket containing a gift card to bras and things the netflix remote and a purple vibrator she giggled to herself but unfortunately she had one of her best mates coming over so she had to wait. “hey beautiful” best friend kate walked in and saw the gift basket right away “whos this room tom? im guessing” “well yes i don't know what toms tryna hint exactly but i get to spend money and pleasure myself im happy” eventually kate left and Y/n went straight to her glass bedroom and started to pleasure herself as she thought of tom all the sudden tom came home and he opened the door to hear her moans loud and clear and dropped all of his clothes and walked into the bedroom “does that do a better job then me dear?” “i don't know at this point!” “well how about we put it to the test” he said with a wide grin...
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hi you guysss!! i just wanted to share my beloved husband and show him how much i appreciate him by telling him happy fathers day!!
hes been so lovely, taking care of our kids, being examples while playing THE spider-man, doing charity work with kat, im just so proud of him. i couldnt think of anyone better. we are currently in the bahamas, yess i know. i tired to pay for the tip but he didnt want me to. so instead i got him a foot mask and something else very special.... but we wont talk about that!
but as i was saying. i am so proud of him, 5 years strong i couldnt think of anyone else. hes so golden in my eyes and i love him so much. thank you tommy<3.
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Under the Stars.
summary: Queen Adeline Holland finds out that her husband, King Holland is having an affair. But is it an affair? Nonetheless, it doesn't end up good for the mistress.
word count: 2,200
warnings: I swear a lot. V little proofreading. Mistakes.
a/n: guess who's back, back, back for a 3rd time. this is a rendition of an old fic I wrote back in 2019. also give me feedback if possible :-) I also plan to actually have characters, especially if I
Catharina sat inside the cold, white meeting room; a dark finished table in the middle of the room and chairs that matched sitting around perfectly. It had a very pretty floral detailing that was paired in a vibrant gold. your hands folded in your lap. She knew this table was previously Tom’s parents when they held the throne. She absolutely adored it for more than one reason. She loved the way it looked in this room, imagining that she and Tom could one day be in this same room, discussing what they should do with their children. Sometimes she imagined how it would feel to have the cool wood under her skin, fingers trying to grasp anything to keep her steady while Tom held onto her hips for his own leverage. Moans and screams fill the air as he takes her in such a public space. Camera’s fill the room, but not a care in the world would go through her mind. She was his and he was hers.
But a fantasy is all that was. A stupid little fantasy that could never happen, not even in her wildest dreams. Catharina sighed, moving to flatten down the fabric of her skirt. She could feel Abilene’s gaze on her as she shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable under the uncomfortable tension. Abilene, Tom’s wife, the Queen of Altanto, is a pretty young woman with platinum blonde hair (that is rumored to be dyed). She has the prettiest bright blue eyes that were perfectly almond shaped and she had dimples along her cheeks when her thin lips smiled. Her face was usually caked with makeup, but here she was. Sitting barefaced as she waited for her husband to come to this meeting. She wasn't even in the usual meeting dress, a beautiful pink and cream dress that had a hoop underneath to make sure that it was poofy. But today, she wore an under slip with her hair in a silk wrap.
He didn’t walk in until the clock-stricken noon, the loud bells from the church they had married in screaming into the summer air. The large doors, with equally as pretty detailing, began opening up. Two guards' hands showed slightly as they allowed Tom to enter. He looked fantastic and Catharina couldn't help but to look at him up and down before meeting his eyes, giving him a sweet smile. He wore a dark navy blue suit. His hair was in its natural state of untamed curls. He was beautiful. Catharina’s stare didn't go unnoticed by the Queen and she scoffed at Catharina, rolling her eyes as she sunk into the back of her seat.
“Aren’t you going to bow?” She almost demanded, but hid as a question, looking between both Tom and Catharina, kicking up one of her thin eyebrows.
Catharina looked at her and obeyed, accepting that this was still like normal, and pushed her chair back. The screeching of the wood on wood making Abilene cringe. Catharina stood, grabbing fistfuls of her dress, much like she would with Tom’s hair, turning on her heel and placing her body and curtsying to Tom. She allowed her head to fall, not looking up until she saw his feet walk past her and towards his seat at the end of the table. Catharina then stood straight and turned to sit back down. Abilene looked at Catharina and then to Tom, her lips turning into a smug smirk as her perfectly pedicured nails tapped the vanilla folder in front of her.
Catharina fumbled with her fingers, she felt self-conscious in this situation. She knew what this was going to be. She had a hunch that she was caught. Red handed. But, to Catharina’s defense, Abilene didn’t even speak to Tom half the time. She would sneak off during the day to see a stable boy, his name currently unknowing to Catharina or Tom. She treated him like shit despite Tom opening his home for her after her parents were tragically murdered after an invasion. Perhaps, that’s why she and Tom gained such a strong, romantic and platonic relationship.
“Ms. Geo,” Abilene began, her fingers finally stopping on the folder before pushing it towards Catharina, smiling at her. Abilene looked over at Tom and nodded towards his mistress. Catharina looked between them before looking over the front of the file. It was normal. It had her last name, first and middle. Who her parents were, where she lived, and even more. Abilene cleared her throat before speaking up in a soft, dainty voice. “I called you and Tom into this meeting because there has been word going around that the both of you are having…” A pause and breathy laugh left her lips, “relations.” Her eyebrows raised and her tongue clicked.
Catharina looked at Adeline, head cocking for a moment. She wouldn’t dare to catch a glimpse at the stone hard expression Tom had across his face. She didn’t even know what to say, she just wanted to look at her. She wanted to ask how fucking dumb Adeline had to be to ever think of acussing her. Not that it was an accusation, but that’s why she only thought of it for a moment. That moment was enough for Catharina to think up something. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Nice one. Totally believable. She thought, facepalming herself in her mind.
Tsk. Tsk. Sounded from her bubblegum pink lips. It was her turn to tilt her head at Catharina. She had a sadistic smile painting her cheeks, dimples showing so broadly in this moment. Her eyes looked so angry but her composure was anything but that. It was calm, cool and collected. Catharina’s father always told her that there was always a calm before the storm, and she believed it, wholeheartedly, at this very moment. “You don’t know, Ms. Geo? Such a shame because a few other people know exactly what I’m talking about.” She winked before sliding the vanilla folder with Catharina Viola Geo written boldly across the top.
Catharina looked down at it, her hands neatly placed in her hands. She didn’t want to know what others knew. What they have said. Hell, she didn’t even want to know who said it. That would crush her more than anything to see her friends give her up like that, or who she thought were to be friends. She understood the consequences that could’ve come to them, but for one damn second she felt selfish. She knew what could happen to them but she knew what could happen to her.
“Take a look,” Adeline smiled, sitting further back in her chair. “Please.”
Catharina sighed and moved forward in her seat, her hands touching the side of the table for a moment. She hated this. She hated every single second but her hands still moved to open the folder.
It was messily put together. One the left side, the side she was holding, were pictures of her. One from when she was first hired at 16 and then the rest as she had continued to work at the castle. Pictures of her working, of her and her friends and even pictures when she would go and run errands for everyone. But on the right side was a whole lot of damning evidence against the very thing that she had “no idea” about.
Pictures of her and Tom alone, hugging. Kissing. Even sleeping, the most intimate time she had with him. And then so many papers that Catharina thumbed through.
Report #50 - Cursing in Front of Guests
Report #64 - Not in Dress before 7am.
Report #153 - Making Advances on King Holland
And there’s the kicker.
Catharina removed the 152 (which she wasn’t aware there was so many) other reports from this first one.
Report #153 - Making Advances on King Holland
Name: Gerlad [REDACTED].
Occupation: Head Security Guard
Report: Ms. Geo, my co-worker, was touching King Holland’s hand after an intense argument with Queen Holland. The microphone’s haven’t been fixed on the camera’s but we can see that she is comforting King Holland. [REDACTED], my other [REDACTED] security guard, said that he was asked if they should do anything. They talked about going and taking Ms. Geo back to her quarters, which is half way across town. They ended up not doing it and instead backed up the footage to make sure that I could see it before it was erased, which happens within 12hours of the recording.
Well, fuck Gerald. Catharina rolled her eyes in her head before lifting that report and a few others to see what the next had to say.
Name: Presley [REDACTED].
Report: When I was taking out the trash from the seamshop, I saw a folded up note on the ground over by Catharina’s things. It looked like she might’ve dropped it, but I wasn’t sure if it was King Holland’s doing or not. But I wanted to read it so I did. It was in King Holland’s handwriting and said phrases like [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. He also told her he loved her at the end and for her to meet him at the Stables after Queen Holland went to sleep. He also told her to watch out for the camera’s because they’re motion activated and he didn’t want them caught.
Name: [REDACTED] [REDACTED]
Confusion ran through Catharina’s mind as this one didn’t have a name. “Why doesn’t Report 205 have a name or…” Catharina looked down.
“... occupation on it?” She questioned and looked at Adeline who rolled her eyes.
“For protection, duh!” Adeline sarcastically said. “I want all my staff to feel safe after what you’re about to put them through. They’ve been through hell for you, always lying to make sure that you ate. Always doing something for you because you can’t fend for yourself.”
“I can.” Catharina protested.
“You can’t, little dove.” She smiled, pushing back her seat. “You never have been. That’s why Wirit died, remember? You couldn’t take care of yourself and you couldn’t take care of him. Even working here, you did nothing. You never asked for help.”
“I did.” Another quiet protest that came with a soft tsk from Adeline.
“Did you? We have no report for you doing that.”
“Leave her alone, Adeline.” Tom defended, his hand coming to meet the table. Catharina finally looked at him, eyes meeting. The chocolate brown orbs that she had fallen in love with were filled with worry and regret. She knew it. She just so badly wanted to be in Tom’s arms to cry. To feel these emotions that she’s felt too many times before.
“Your little mistress, Tom,” Adeline spat, “is no good for our kingdom.” She stated, standing from the chair. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over Catharina now trembling form. “She doesn’t deserve a nice home. She doesn’t deserve to eat. She deserves to live the rest of her days in the Enchanted Forest to fend for herself.”
“On September 27, Catharina Geo will be sentenced to eternity in the Enchanted Forest outside of the Altanto town. Anyone seen giving her assistance and are current residence of Altanto will be punished with imprisonment and by reasonable doubt, death.” A deafening silence overcame the trio as she began to walk, her nails dragging along the dark finish as her final words left her mind. “And for God help me, so that I never see you again.”
And at once the large double doors opened and she walked away, leaving Catharina and Tom there. By themselves and the overwhelming feeling of despair. How could she let this happen? She didn’t mean to fall in love with him. She was 16. She was so terribly lost and confused that when Tom met her under the stars one night, she just found comfort. Comfort in his touch - a touch that, years later would turn into a kiss. She was in love with him from the moment they met and by fucking God did she wanted to lose him. By the grace of whatever God was out there, would she lose him to Adeline. Of all people.
“Tom,” Catharina breathed out, looking at the King. Her eyes were dry and hot and her lips still trembled with the overwhelming feelings. Her hands were still touching the folder and they looked at one another. She loved him. She could only love him and she didn’t want to be separated from him and he had to feel the same… Right?
“Runaway with me!” She blurted before she could even stop it. It was quiet enough, however, that the guards couldn’t hear. “Please,” she pleaded.
“I-” Tom began and looked up towards the door. There was a moment of hesitation, his hand touching the table moving back to himself. He was bewildered and she knew that but fucking God, just say yes!
“I love you.” She lastly attempted. Tom looked at her before smiling and dropping his head, chuckling.
“Meet me behind the stables. I’m going to tie up a few ends and get us a few things. Under the stars, alright?” He asked before scooting him chair back and getting up. He didn’t touch her. He didn’t kiss her. He just said a soft ‘goodbye, Ms. Geo.’ before walking through the swinging double doors.
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