#tom holland one shot
How Did We Get Here?
Warnings: Mentions of sex, very angsty
A/N: I got this inspiration in the middle of the night and decided to develop it right away. My first story for Harrison and I loved it so much.
Forgive any grammatical errors, English is not my first language.
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It was a complicated story. It started when you were both 13, it was the night of the slumber party and he kissed you while watching a bad horror movie, this was repeated 3 more times after that day, until he got his first girlfriend and the stolen kisses stopped happening for a while. Then at 15, you showed up crying at your house because of some idiot boy who had broken your heart, he told you that you deserved someone better while wiping the tears from your face, you lay together on your bed while he stroked your hair and hugged you tightly, your eyes met at some point and he kissed you again. Then at 17, Harrison was your prom date, he gave you beautiful flowers and danced with you all night, later that night the two of you sneaked into your room and the kissing got hotter than it should have been, he said he would never meet another girl like you as he took off your dress, it was their first time and it was magical. And at 18 when you started living together and the situation became frequent.
They had been living some kind of colored friendship with casual sex ever since, but something about that night made them both sick of that situation.
Harrison felt that he could die at any moment.
You had brought a friend from college to the pub that night to meet the rest of your friends, Tom and Tuwaine were extremely receptive to the new guy but Harrison was annoyed when he realized that he was clearly into you.
An awkward fight broke out while you were still inside the car, Harrison saying that you shouldn't go around with just any guy and you saying that he shouldn't meddle in your love life.
"Love life? Since when are you dating that jerk?" He asked as he parked his car in front of the two of their house.
"I'm not dating anyone, we're just getting to know each other" You roll your eyes as you get out of the car.
Harrison opened the door to the house and the two of you walked in.
"I didn't like him" He said as you slammed the door angrily, that was the last straw for you.
"You have no fucking right to be jealous" You yell as you point to Harrison's face.
"You say it like it's easy, but you started it" He replies in the same tone of voice.
"You are not my boyfriend, don't think for a second that you can boss me around or choose who I date"
"Y/N I'm not trying to boss you around, you know damn well I'm the last person who would try to do that, I'm just saying you deserve someone better than some rich frat boy"
"I deserve someone better? Who? You?"
"Yes, I'm here for you" he says and feels his eyes fill with tears that he refuses to let fall.
"No you won't tell me that shit now" unlike him you let a tear slide down your cheek.
"No, Harrison, no" You stop him from speaking "You could have had me forever, since you were 13 if you wanted to, but you didn't, I watched you date several girls, and I kept waiting for you to realize that what we had was more than friendship, I waited for you Harrison, but you never realized" your voice was choked with crying "So don't come telling me that I deserve someone better and that you want me right away when I meet someone else."
"But I want you, I always have" he tries to hold your hand but you pull away from him.
"No, you're only saying that because you're afraid of losing me and you realize that we can't live like this forever.
A torturous silence fills the air, something cutting and hurting both of you, as if your lungs are emptying and suddenly there is no more oxygen to breathe.
"I can't stay here today" you say walking to the door.
"Please Y/N, stay" he begs, crying.
"I can't go on like this, I can't" you say before leaving the house.
How did we get here?
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waterproof | tom holland (teaser)
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: there’s a little sneak peak under the cut, it’s not edited yet so, take it with a grain of salt
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!” by Steph, which made you 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 before coming here.
“It’d be totally worth it, 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 diverted to another one of the shirtless 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 yours 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 your confusion since he patiently explained there was two types of cleaning services being made. One for the whole vehicle, including interior and other just for the exterior.
Saying you only wanted the latter, he winked, saying “Got it, babe!” before going back to work. “y/n, you’re looking 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 off guard by a shirtless boy. Had it been that long?
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A/n: Sorry I’m MIA but I was reading a few fics, and this just really hit me. I’ve never been the kind of person that dreamt of a fairytale wedding, and to be completely honest, I don’t want a wedding. I would love to be married, but I don’t really care to do any of the wedding shit soooo here’s something cute for all my girls (and guys?) that feel the same way.
Sorry if the grammar is stupid. I didn’t do much proof reading lol
Warnings: Sexual reference toward the middlish end??
Family gatherings were pretty much always crazy. Especially with a group such as the Holland family. Brothers that hadn’t seen each other in too long laughing loudly while young kids run around screeching about something the older kids did playing football. Every tried their best to catch up as much as they could in just a few hours, and being the first time you’ve truly meet everyone, it was even crazier.
“So how long have you been dating?” An aunt asked, looking toward you as Tom walked away needing a new drink.
“Four years coming up.”
“Wow,” she says almost under her breath. “That’s great. He’s a very sweet boy. But I’m sure you already know that.”
You smile and laugh, “definitely.” Your eyes look behind her as you find Tom again, noticing he was having a conversation with one of his cousins.
“You think we can expect some wedding invites soon?” someone else asked, mostly joking, but also curious.
“Stop! Knowing them, they would have THE cutest wedding,” her sister chimed in. “I can just imagine the invites, the decorations, the dress.”
You smiled at the excitement she held in her voice. “Yeah, I don’t know about all that,” you laughed awkwardly, noticing Tom walking back. “But he is pretty great.”
A few more hours were spent chatting, eating, and just hanging out before everyone started to disperse. Final goodbyes were said as your party got into the car to go home.
. . .
“So that was fun,” you say as you enter the house, the boys following in behind you. Harry going straight for his bedroom, while you head for the patio outside, Tom making a pit stop in the kitchen. You sat on the couch and take your shoes off right as Tom emerges again, a drink in either hand for the both of you.
“Thanks, gorg.” You took the drink he offered and looked up at Tom as he sat on the opposite side of the small sofa. He looked a little torn, as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure if it would be out of line. “Penny for your thoughts…” you probed, too nosey to leave it alone.
He looked at you with a small smile for a second before looking down at his drink for a quick second. He sighed, taking a moment of thought and lift his head, answering you.
“At the house, I overheard you and two of the girls talking about a possible wedding, and you said you weren’t sure ‘about all that’.” He took a second to pause before continuing. “And I can’t recall a single time you’ve ever talked about a dream wedding or what you would want yours to look like, and… I don’t know. Do you not want to get married some day?” He finally asked.
You met his eyes, as he asked the question. They were full of confusion and maybe even a little fear. In a way, it made you happy to know he felt this way about you and marriage.
“Yes, I want to get married some day,” you answered straightforward. “But I don’t really want a wedding. I think they’re kinda pointless, if you ask me.”
“Well isn’t the point of a wedding to show your love for each other to everyone?” Tom asked, playing devil’s advocate.
You shrug, “I guess so, but why do I need to spit out thousands of dollars for a ceremony and reception just for me to prove I love you to my friends and family? For one night that, let’s be honest, most of them won’t remember anyway because they’ll be drunk off their asses?”
Tom’s brows furrow in confusion. “So it’s a money thing?”
“No,” you laugh. “Just the sentiment of it all. I mean, when you think about it, a wedding isn’t really for us, it’s for everyone else. And I’d rather do something for us.”
He nodded his head, understanding what you were telling him. It all of a sudden made so much sense to him. “So,” he continued, wanting more of your insight. “If your dream isn’t to have that fairytale princess wedding, what is your dream?”
“My dream would be to just elope, then go on the biggest, most amazingest honeymoon vacation ever.” You tried to hide the smile behind your words, but Tom noticed the excited glint in your eyes.
He reached a hand out, taking yours to pull you closer to him. “And we could go to one of those secluded islands where it’s just us. IT would be so fun, and there wouldn’t be any annoying brothers or intruding paps or fans or anything like that. We wouldn’t have to worry about a single thing except each other.”
You smile and tilt your chin up to meet his lips for a kiss. It was such a beautiful thought. Except the last. “But, I would like to eat every now and then. So we’d have to worry about that.”
Tom breathed out a laugh through his nose. “You can eat this dick,” he says quietly, his voice dropping a few octaves.
“Ew,” you groan as Tom laughed. Standing up from his grasp, you make your way to the kitchen. “I was trying to be all nice and romantic, and you gotta go making it all sexual.”
“I was joking!” he exclaimed and stood up to follow you. He placed his glass in the sink where yours now also sat. “But the offer’s always on the table,” he smirked, grabbing your hand to pull you close to him again.
You roll your eyes playfully, “I’m sure it is.” You lift you hand up to his neck, bringing his lips to yours for a slow, loving kiss. You place your head on his shoulder (I know this is a person specific thing but I’m short and couldn’t think of a generalized equivalent sorry!) and just take in the quiet for a moment, just enjoying each other’s presence. Tom pressed a kiss to the top of your head before placing his chin on the same spot.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” you whisper. Your eyes closed meanwhile Tom’s were wide open, weighing the possibilities.
“What if we did? Tonight, like right now?” He questioned, looking at you as you lift your head in confusion.
“Get married? Right now?” You ask, making sure you had understood him correctly.
Tom nodded his head confidently. “Yeah. We can find an officiant online, Harry and Harrison are here- they can be the witnesses. We could get married right here.”
You look at him with a mix of shock and admiration. “It kinda sounds crazy,” you laugh.
“As if anything else in our relationship isn’t?” He shrugged, making you laugh more. Because it was true.
You take another second, thinking of anything else you may be forgetting. “What about rings?”
Tom raised his eyebrows, pointing to you as he walked away, moving to a cabinet that’s rarely used. “You can also take this as proof that this wasn’t out of nowhere,” he says as his arm reaches up to grab the little box, bringing it to you and opening it. It was a simple silver band with a few small diamonds around it. “You never talked about what you like, and there are about five jillion different styles of engagement rings, so I figure I would get you something like this and then you could pick out whatever extravagant ring you want. And we can get myself one also.”
You couldn’t help the smile that found it’s way to your lips. “So a background yard wedding, in the middle of the night, with some pastor off the internet, in our sweats?”
“I like it,” he replied simply. “But what do you say?”
“I think it’s perfect.”
. . .
This backyard wedding thing is actually based on a true story. Search up Renee Young and Dean Ambrose wedding if you want to read it for yourself. I swear that man is actually my dream man.
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Request: how about I had been away for months filming a movie and I decide to come surprise tom when filming is over without him knowing so I go to one of his meets and greet/photo op things and stand last in line to surprise him and he starts crying when he sees me.
A/n: This was such a cute idea !! Thank you for requesting this, I hope you enjoy it !!! @jess-holland23.
You sighed satisfied as you got off the phone with your agent. After four tiring months, Jess was finally able to take a break from filming. Months ago, you were cast to star in the next hit film of the summer. Your boyfriend, being a former actor, had recommended your work to some great directors. They seemed to agree with Tom that you happen to have an outstanding talent for the cinema industry. So, that´s how you ended up cast about six months ago, just right before your boyfriend, Tom, started the press tour for his new Marvel movie.
You stood up from the couch where you were thrown on. You went to the closet in your hotel room and took your suitcase out. It was full of dust, considering you didn't seem to have to use it.
Jess took her clothes out of the closet and placed them in the suitcase, not even bothering to organize them.
Mark, your agent, had already arranged a flight for you to go to San Diego that weekend. Why San Diego? Well, the San Diego Comic-Con was happening that same weekend you had off, so naturally, you went to surprise your boyfriend, who just happened to be Spiderman. When you finished packing your needs, you went to sleep, enthusiastic about the next day ahead of you.
It was 5 am when the alarm went off. Opening your eyes in a heartbeat, thinking how in just a few hours, you were going to be in the warmth of your boyfriend's arms.
Standing up from the comfy place on your bed, you made your way to the bathroom to get ready for the flight. In about half an hour, you came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go. You hopped on the car and went straight to the airport. Once you arrived, you took a couple of pictures with a few fans that happened to have recognized you. Then, you boarded your flight to San Diego. The flight wasn't that long. Traveling from LA to San Diego had its advantages. The flight was about 45 minutes long. Once the flight arrived in San Diego, you stepped out of the plane and went to through the whole process of entering a new airport. You got checked, picked up your bags, and made your way to the exit. Of course, she had to tell someone about your visit, so you told Harry. Harry himself was excited about you visiting, you both had a strong friendship. He honked at you from his car. He saw you standing up, looking for his car. When you heard the honk, you smiled and waved at your boyfriend's brother. You sat in the passenger seat, closing the door behind you.
¨ How you doing¨ He pulled you in for a hug.
¨Great, what about you Harrold?¨ You messed with him.
¨What have I told you about calling me names Jess¨ He plead
¨Oh shut up, you love it¨ You laughed and he drove, making his way to the comic con.
You both got to comic con and Harry parked the car.
¨Id say you leave your bags here¨ He told you, opening the door for you, and you nodded in agreement.
¨So what's Tom doing right now?¨ You asked Harry.
¨He is taking pictures with the fans. You should surprise him by doing that.¨
¨Doing what exactly?¨ You asked confused
¨I mean you make the line like everyone else, when it's your turn, they will let you in like your a fan, and there, you will surprise Tom.¨ Harry explained.
¨You see that is a genius idea, but I have no ticket, Jessica 1, Harrold 0¨ You kept annoying Harry.
¨Well, I bought you a ticket last night. I planned the whole thing, Jess. Harrold 1, Jessica 0¨ He mocked you and you stuck your tongue out to him.
Harry showed you the way in, you saw thousands of people. Some were dressed up in these crazy costumes, they looked so real. Some others were waiting in line for panels, Q&A´s and for photo taking.
¨Okey see that line, that's the one for Tom. Get in line, try to make yourself unnoticed, go in and surprise him.¨ Harry instructed you as he held the ticket out for you.
¨Okey, wish me luck¨ You held in a breath.
You walked past by many people, but you started to get some looks. You made a quick stop at the gift shop. You bought a Hulk mask so that your face wouldn't be recognized. You put your mask on and continued to walk, getting closer to Tom's line. Your walk was interrupted by a very realistic cosplay of Batman.
¨Hey?¨ You asked awkwardly
¨Hello, I am handing out these pretty roses to pretty girls like you. Take one.¨ The Dressed Man spoke and he gave you two perfectly red roses.
¨Thankyou¨ You thanked the man and he nodded stretching his arm out, signaling you to continue your way, and so you did. You finally got in line. Some girls in front of you were talking about how much they loved Tom, you laughed silently at how lucky you were. The whole time you were in line, you were thinking about 2 things. One, why is this mask so damn uncomfortable, and 2, what do I do with these roses. They were beautiful, and an idea came up. Soon enough you were next in line to go take a picture with your beautiful boyfriend.
¨Okey Mam, your up next. Maintain your distance and be respectful. Remember these are celebrities, not friends.¨ The guard spoke before letting you in. Pffff he's my boyfriend, you idiot.
You entered the room and saw him standing there with a smile on his face. You still had the mask on, so he had no idea it was you. Tom pulled you in for a hug.
¨Hello love, you know, it's okay to take the mask off¨ He laughed letting go of the hug.
¨Oh my, thank God, It's so hot inside this piece of shi-¨
¨Holy shit !¨ Tom explained once he heard your voice and saw you taking your mask off.
¨Hey Baby¨ You smiled at your boyfriend.
¨Jessica! what are you doing here?¨ He asked pulling you in for the tightest hug you had experienced.
¨I came to surprise you Tommy¨ You pulled away and kissed him.
¨ Hey! Mam, Mam, we talked about the distance-¨ The guard warned.
¨Mate Chill, she´s my girlfriend¨ Tom said to the mean guard ¨ Am so happy your here my love¨ He kissed your head before you pulled out of the hug.
¨So one of the Batmans gave me these roses¨ you told him.
¨A WHAT? No return those Jessica¨ He joked
¨Nu Tommy let's take a picture with them¨ You asked him.
¨Okey how do you want to do it?¨ He asked you.
¨So like you put this rose in your mouth, like this¨ You placed the rose in his mouth. ¨And then you hold me like am falling....but am not actually falling. ¨ You cocked your head to the side, like asking him if he understood.
¨Because am holding you?¨
¨Because you are holding me exactly¨ You kissed his cheek and got in position. The cameraman took the picture and Harrison came in.
¨Mate, what's taking so long? These girls are eating each other outside- Oh Jess!!! Hey, ¨ Harrison realized why it was taking so long.
¨I think I should probably head out¨ You kissed him one last time and started making your way out with Haz.
¨Jess wait!¨ Tom called out ¨Take your Batman roses with you¨
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Jake’s girl | t.h.
Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader
Summary: During an interview, the interviewer asks Jake if he’s dating the reader and Tom gets jealous.
Warnings: jealous Tom, a bit of love triangle, angst
Word count: 746
A/N: Hello! Actually I got this idea from some videos I watched on TikTok. I mean no harm to Jake Gyllenhaal obviously, I love him, I just needed him as a character in the story! Please, remember that this is just pure fiction. Anyway, I hope that you like it. The title comes from the song called Jessie’s girl. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Enjoy! Goodnight 🌙
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You are sitting next to the interviewer, while to your right are Jake and Tom. Maybe it’s good ths way, actually, since the last time you and Tom were in a small space together almost couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. You weren’t dating Jake, but you were hanging out with him a lot before you two knew that you would have starred in a movie together. You were ecstatic about it, because you really wanted to learn more about acting from Jake, that was one of your favourite movie stars. This was before the first day on set. Before you met Tom. Things between you and Tom had always been weird, because there was some sort of sparkle everytime you two found each other doing a scene together. At first, you just thought that you two had good chemistry, that hanging out with him and Jake had helped your friendship a lot, but then you realized that it was not friendship at all. You realized it when you two were a bit tipsy at the wrap party, in your trailer. Tom was talking about his dog, Tessa and you remember that his lips were incredibly enchanting, while his tongue was rolling between his teeth. His British accent distracted you a lot that night. It took him just a few minutes, just a few minutes, to have you wrapped around his finger. In that moment, you realized that you were completely his. You were never Jake’s.
So now, you’re trying not to look at Tom, not to remember how you wished, so hard, that night, that his hands could just caress your skin. You’re laughing at something you didn’t even understand, when the interviewer glances at Jake.
“So, Jake, are you and Y/N dating? A lot of fans are wondering why you’ve been hanging out together a lot,” the interviewer say and you feel something break in your stomach, sharp like glass.
You look at Jake, who seems a bit embarassed, but he’s trying to cover his true feelings about that question.
“Oh, well, I don’t know what they think about us as a couple, but we’re just really good friends. I hope this doesn’t break anybody’s heart,” he answers, with a smile.
And then, you notice it. Next to Jake, Tom’s clenching his jaw and somehow, you realize that even Jake knows. His hand slipped behind Tom’s backrest as a protection gesture.
When the interview ends, you go out from the room extremely angry. If Jake knew about Tom having feelings for you while he didn’t, why didn’t he say you anything? Why didn’t Tom do anything that night in your trailer? Was he thinking about Jake? You feel confused and somehow, betrayed.
“Y/N!” Tom called. He grabs your hand, but you push him away. “Why are you upset? What happened?” He asks, concerned.
“You’re such a liar! Both of you,” you say, with your heart racing in your chest due to Tom’s proximity.
One of your eyes is wet with tears, now.
“If Jake and I are just friends, then why didn’t you make a move on me that night, in my trailer?” You ask.
Tom swallows, while some people are passing by. You are looking into his eyes and you see something in them: regret.
“Because he had feelings for you,” he say. “I couldn’t… You have to understand, Y/N, he’s one of my closest mates. Please, understand my position,” he adds, with his hands trembling. “He said that it was okay, but when you…” he stops to run a hand through his hair, “when you leaned towards me, because you wanted to be kissed, I just… I got scared. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with him,” he explains. You nod, holding your breath. “But now he doesn’t feel like that anymore, we can be together!” He exclaims, smiling at you.
You look at him, dead in the eyes, breathing again. A part of you understands the situation, but the other one is mad at him from keeping all of that for himself. He could have just told you so. You’re not a prize but he can just collect whenever he wants to. You two would have found a solution together to make it work, but he chose not to speak. So now, you’ll do it for the both of you.
“You should have thought about it first,” it’s all you have to say, before you leave.
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Through all these years ~ Sam Holland
pairing: sam holland x reader
warning: none tbh, just tooth rotting fluff, one mention of injury also I’m not from England and don’t really know how schools work there so take it easy on me if something isn’t correct
summary: the journey through all the years of your relationship with sam
word count: 2,4k
Your-four-year-old-self jumped happily around the swings, playing tag with the other children. You were running away from a boy named Harry when you tripped over a pebble on the ground and tore your knee.
The whole thing was watched from a distance by four-year-old Sam, who was too shy to join the game with his twin, you who had just fallen over, and some other children from the playground.
You sat down on the ground and started crying because of your injury, and Sam decided he should help you. He walked over to his twin and crouched next to you, holding out a tissue for you. You looked at the boy next to you and, surprised by his action, began to wipe the blood off your right knee.
‘Are you okay?’ Harry was the first to speak since Sam approached you.
‘My knee hurts.’ You pointed your finger at the reddened skin.
‘Come with us! We’ll go to our mum. She'll give you a plaster!’
Sam still remained silent, too shy to utter a word, but he helped you up and, holding your hand, he led you to Nikki sitting on the bench.
From that afternoon, Sam, Harry, and you had become friends for life.
This primary school Christmas party that you and the twins attended was probably one of the best events of your short eight-year-long life.
You sat politely on the carpet, along with the twins and other kids, and waited for your turn to sing or say a nursery rhyme to receive a gift. When it was finally your turn, you stepped out into the middle of the class and began singing some song that you had studied in class, dancing to its beat. After finishing, your teacher praised you and handed you a colorful package. You thanked her and sat down in your seat, looking at the nervous Sam.
‘Hey, are you okay?’
The boy nodded, turning to his brother. You thought that he was probably just stressed because of the performance in front of the whole class, so you shrugged it off and returned to listening to the other children who were waiting for their turn.
After the gifts were given, you all had a lunch break before another class. Sam approached you while you were exchanging sweets with one of the girls in your class.
‘Hey, Y/N/N? Can I talk to you?’ You smiled and nodded, stepping away from your desk for a moment. It was your last day before the Christmas break, so you wanted to spend some more time with your new friend Gracie.
‘What's up?’ Sam pulled out a plastic, colourful ring that was most likely bought in one of the machines standing in the entrance to Tesco, and put it on your finger.
‘Someday you will be my wife. You’ll see. Merry Christmas, Y/N/N.’ Then he turned on his heel and walked towards his desk.
‘You must be out of your mind, Sam! You're crazy! MADMAN!’ You shouted after him.
However, the words that came out of your mouth weren't approved by the teacher, who put you in a “naughty children’s chair” and told you to apologize in the middle of the class for insulting your classmate. Since then, you have only spoken to Harry, completely ignoring his twin.
Your-twelve-year-old-self knocked on the Hollands’ door, waiting for someone to let you in. However, the boy who opened the door was definitely a person you didn't want to see.
The whole situation from four years ago was not that big of a deal to punish Sam with silent treatment and half-words through all these years, but you felt humiliated and ashamed and held a grudge a little too long. But for God’s sake you were eight year old and he literally proposed to you in the middle of the classroom.
The worst part was that Sam was cute and you really enjoyed spending time with him. So yeah. You could tell he was your first crush. And that made you even more angry and frustrated.
Over the years, you became really good friends not only with Harry (and partly with Sam), but also with Tom and Paddy, so when you came to their house, you usually spent your time with anyone but a freckled boy. You avoided him as much as you could, and yet there you were standing in front of him playing with the hem of your shorts.
‘Uhm, Tom's at one of his friend’s place, Harry's gone to the store with mum, and Paddy's at grandparents, so you can wait for them with me if you want.’
You thought about going home, but you have already wasted fifteen minutes to come here anyway, so you might as well hang out with Sam for a while. It probably wouldn’t hurt you.
‘Can I talk to you for a moment?’ You didn't want to talk, but what's the worst that could happen? Your relations were tense anyway, so it couldn't get worse.
‘Okay.’ Sam got up and led you towards his room.
‘Y/N/N, I know things between us have been bad lately, but maybe we could be friends again? I miss our conversations and “The Last Airbender” marathons.’
‘But on one condition. You'll never propose to me again.’
‘Pinky promise?’ You held out your pinky and waited for Sam to join his.
Sam, Harry, Tom, Haz and Tuwaine were sitting in the living room playing FIFA when Sam's phone started ringing. The boy passed his controller to his twin and answered the call.
‘Sammyyyy.’ He heard the joy in your voice. ‘Ash asked me on a date!’
For some reason, he couldn't be happy for you. Ashton was an arsehole and he didn't want his friend going out with someone like that. He didn't want you to cry for some worthless twat.
The guys paused the game and focused their attention on the grimace on their mate’s face. The four of them knew him too well to not know about Sam's feelings for you.
‘That's great, Y/N/N. Uhm, actually I have to go. I’ll speak to you later.’
‘Oh, okay. But ca-’ He hung up before you finished the sentence.
‘Hey, you okay, mate?’
‘Why wouldn't I be?’
‘You're so furious you're about to smash this poor controller.’ He looked down at his whitened fingers.
‘No, not at all. I just want to beat Harrison in this round.’
‘You know this ain't gonna happen, man.’
‘Come on, just admit you're jealous of her.’
‘Ohhh for fuck’s sake, bro, you're totally in love with her.’
‘That's not true! It’s just that guy Ashton is a douche.’
‘Sure, anything that’ll make you sleep at night, Sam.’ The sixteen-year-old sighed and looked back at the game, but still, couldn’t focus on it at all.
Five months had passed since your first date with Ashton, and your six months anniversary was coming. Sam avoided you as much as he could, and you grew increasingly concerned about your friend's behavior.
Finally Friday came and with that your weekly movie marathon. You were sitting on the couch between Sam and Harry, watching whatever movie the younger twin chose. Despite the fact that his brother had good taste when it came to movies, Sam didn't really focus on whatever was happening on the screen. He couldn't concentrate as you sat snuggled against him.
He felt bad. Guilt and jealousy flowed through his veins. He was furious that he felt so much towards you and couldn’t control it, not even a slightest bit.
‘I don’t feel so good, guys. I'm going to my room. But enjoy the movie.’
You watched Sam climb the stairs and disappear around the corner and sighed heavily.
‘What's the matter with him lately?’ Harry looked up from his phone.
‘I'm asking what's up with Sam lately?’
‘He's fine, maybe he's just stressed out cuz of school and misses Tom.’
‘Yeah, you must be right. But, he distanced himself from me. Did I do something wrong?’
‘No, mate. He just has a lot on his mind. Do not worry about it.’
‘Yeah, easier to say than do.’
You opened the door and entered the apartment.
‘In the kitchen!’ As you entered the room, you saw your friend making some sort of his weird complicated meals and Harry doing something on his laptop.
‘Hey,’ you walked over to Sam and kissed him on the cheek. ‘I need a big favour.’
‘Hello to you too, Y/F/N.’ Harry said sarcastically. You just smirked at him and turned your attention to his twin.
‘My cousin's getting married in two weeks,’ you began, making yourself a cup of tea, "and I have nobody to go with.’
‘Did you find out about this wedding today?’ You looked at Harry like he was crazy.
‘What? No, you idiot. The invitation came six months ago, but I was hoping to find someone by then, but I’m still single as hell. That’s this big favour, Sam, would you go as my date? I don't want to come alone at the wedding, my aunt still can’t stop reminding me of the lack of stability in my life.’
‘All right, just text me the place, date, time and colour of your dress.’ You were already in the hall, putting on your shoes.
‘Yeah, sure! I have to go, I have a meeting in half an hour. Love you both!’ Then they heard the slam of the front door.
‘Really, man? The colour of her dress?’
‘Fuck off, would ya?’ Harry raised his hands defensively.
You were more than stressed on the wedding day. Even though Sam went as your date, even with his matching tie to your dress, your fear of nosy questions about your love life and own wedding only grew.
As you entered the room where wedding reception was taking place at, you clutched Holland's hand tightly.
‘Hey,’ he stopped you outside, ‘it'll be alright. I'll be with you all night.’
You had a pretty good time for the first two hours of reception. You danced for a few songs with Sam and chatted with some cousins you haven’t seen in years. Everything got worse when aunt Margaret caught you alone at the bar.
‘Ah, Y/N. How are you?’
‘Everything's fine, Auntie. Thanks for asking. And you?’
‘What about me? Everything is the way it was. You better tell me when will we meet at your wedding? Who is that cute boy you brought today? Are you already planning a wedding? Kids? If you need any advice, feel free to call me! But you know what I'm going to tell you? It’s high time you thought about taking your life together. You're still young, but if you wait for too long, you'll end up like Aunt Suzanne - as an old maid!’
Tears of helplessness gathered in your eyes as soon as your aunt left you alone. You couldn't find Sam anywhere, so you turned to barman and ordered your first drink that night.
Three hours and way too many drinks later, Sam found you sitting outside the restaurant with a cigarette between your lips.
‘You’re smoking again?’
‘Back off, okay? You know I only smoke when I’m pissed. And I clearly am drunk.’
‘Okay, come on. I'll take you home.’
‘You know, Sammy. For so many years I was looking for someone right for me and look at me now? I'm alone at my younger cousin's wedding.
‘You're not alone. You’re with me.’
‘Yeah, but we're not together. We are only friends.’ You laughed bitterly. ‘Friends, huh? For so many years I tried to find the right one, but nobody was good enough, you know? Nobody was you, Sam.’
His heart stopped for a moment but he couldn’ take advantage of your current state and talk about the things you’ve just said.
‘We'll talk about it in the morning, darling. Get some sleep, we have a long way home.’
You both stood on the altar, waiting for the moment to tell your vows. When the pastor finally allowed you to speak, Sam began his speech.
‘I met you when you fell over playing tag with my twin. We became friends for life. After such a long time I was finally able to call you mine. Y/N/N, we've known each other for almost our whole lives and every moment with you is the most precious of them all. I cannot promise you sunny afternoons or that we will never argue, but I can promise you my unchanging and undying love. And I pinky promise you that.’
He said that and held his pinky to you just like twelve years ago when he promised no proposal. Well, technically he didn’t break that promise. He just told you one night when you both were laying in your bed after bloody tiring day that you should get married. So no crowd, no fancy restaurant, no ring. Just you, Sam and the silence of your bedroom.
‘Sam. You were always there for me, even when I was screaming and throwing pillows at you, and when I was crying on the carpet over my first nasty breakup. You were with me when I was bringing all these guys to our apartment, even though you didn't like it. You were there when I needed help with cooking learning and when I made my first edible meal. You were by my side every minute of my life, having my back so I wouldn't fall. That's why I promise you that I will be with you until the end of my days when you need me and even when you don't. You won't get rid of me anymore, love.’
All of the wedding guests, along with Sam, laughed at your words. At that point, you both had your cheeks wet with tears. You looked at Nikki and Dom, who had been like parents for you for so many years. They were both smiling and had tears in their eyes.
‘Do you, Sam, take thee, Y/F/N, to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?’
‘Do you, Y/F/N, take thee, Sam, to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?
Then, as Sam put a wedding ring on your finger, he bent down to your ear.
‘I told you so, dear.’ He looked at you smiling and winked.
Then he grabbed your cheeks with his hands and you shared your first kiss as a married couple.
‘From today on you are my Mrs. Holland, darling.’
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love letters | t.h.
summary: the curly haired boy in your math class puts a sticky note everywhere and on everyone, and some day one of his yellow notes lands on your desk
warnings: nothing that i can think of, it’s just fluff
word count: 1,7k
A/N: this is kinda inspired by my own series the way to your heart lol, i hope you all like this cute lil story :))
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Having a crush on someone from your class is something you swore yourself would never happen to you. Especially not after you got your heart broken by a blonde boy with beautiful blue eyes in sixth grade. The fact that you had to see him in class for another few years made you only hold onto the promise tighter.
And for a while everything worked perfectly for you. But then a curly haired boy transferred to your class, and you weren’t sure you could maintain your promise anymore. To say he wasn’t cute or totally your type, would be a big fat lie. You were head over heels as soon as he smiled at you.
You fell even harder for him when you noticed that he always has a pack of sticky notes in his bag to write something down for himself, or to write someone else a compliment or funny joke.
His desk is most of the time filled with different yellow notes to remind himself of something, and you notice the small stickers on different places too. Sometimes you even see them on other student’s lockers or backpacks. He likes it to make others happy, and that makes him even cuter.
Nice haircut! Love your outfit. Cute smile. You’ve only seen a few of them, but you’ve seen most of the smiles the people wear after reading his handwritten compliments. You always notice the glint in their eyes, and hear the giggles that escape their mouths. Your eyes meet his warm brown ones every time someone finds his note.
And yet you haven’t gotten your own yellow sticky note. It stings a lot more in your heart because you have a crush on him, and you’re dying to know what he thinks about you.
You’ve talked to him a few times after class and sat with him and others on the meadow for your break. But you haven’t got the chance to talk to him alone - to get to know him better.
The only things you know about him are that he has three brothers and a dog named Tessa. He wants to be an actor some day, and he’s always open to talk and make new friends. And he loves to play golf with his family and his best friend - you think his name is Harrison.
You know a lot of the basic stuff and that’s great too, but you want to know if he would laugh at your jokes, or if he’s a ‘lying on the ground and looking at the clouds’ kinda guy. You want to know how his freckles look up close, and if his hand would fit perfectly into yours.
There are a lot of things you want to know, but you gave up your hopes that you will ever find out about all these things. You always look out for him, and he looks at everyone except you.
Pushing a strand of hair out of your face, you make your way to your last class for today. Your shoulders are hanging low, and you just want to get home and lay in your bed for hours, only staring at the ceiling.
Deep down, you know that you shouldn’t have broken your promise on the first day you saw the brunette, but you just couldn’t help yourself. It was so easy to fall for his kind eyes, his bright smile, and mostly his British accent. It was as easy as falling in love with new music, sunsets and flowers. Falling for him was the only option you had.
You pull the door open, immediately being met with loud conversations and laughter. Quickly looking around the room, your eyes almost automatically find the messy brunette curls. You swallow and turn your gaze away, making step after step towards your desk.
And suddenly you stop in your tracks.
There’s a yellow sticky note placed on your desk, and you can’t help yourself as your head shoots around to Tom again. But he has turned around, not noticing your stare. A smile appears on your face and no matter how hard you try to get rid of it, it doesn’t work.
Before you lift your hand, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what may he has written for you. And then you grab the note, your eyes quickly scanning over his words.
You look cute today :) -Tom
Tom watches you grab the sticky note and read over his few scribbled words. He loves to put these notes everywhere and make someone's day, but with you, it’s different. His heart pouts nervously in his chest, and he feels insecure until a wide smile breaks out on your flustered face.
He wanted to write you a note for a while now, but he was always too nervous and never found the right words for you. But today he promised himself to shoot his shot, and it looks like it actually worked.
A quiet sigh of relief leaves his lips, and he falls back against his chair. You turn around to look at him, and for a moment the two of you are just smiling at each other from some distance. But it feels like you both are closer than you’ve ever been.
After the class ends and you’re still packing your things together, Tom walks over to you. You feel his presence next to you, and try your hardest not to seem as nervous as you are.
“Hi,” he mumbles, and you send him a quick smile over your shoulder.
“Thank you for the note, it saved my day,” you chuckle lightly and turn around to him, giving him a soft smile.
The corners of his mouth curve up too, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks carefully.
You shake your head. “I’m just having a bad day. Nothing serious,” you assure him.
Tom nods and tilts his head slightly, making his curls fall to the side. “Would it lift your mood to get out of here and drink a coffee?”
You laugh. “Absolutely.”
Rubbing your sweaty hands against your jeans, you follow Tom out of the building and make small talk with him. He tells you his thoughts about the class you just had, and you laugh and nod whenever it feels right.
“I always wanted to hang out with you,” the brunette casually slips into the conversation, but you don’t miss the way he fumbles around with his fingers.
You raise your brows, looking at him. “You did?”
He shrugs, a chuckle leaving his rosy lips. “Sure. You seem like a nice person to talk to,” he sends you a smile, “I feel like you’re a good friend.”
“Well,” you laugh, “I hope I don’t disappoint.”
Tom gives you a look as if you just said that aliens conquered the earth. “You could never disappoint me.”
You feel your cheeks heat up and turn your gaze away from him, grinning widely.
And that’s how your friendship with the brunette boy started. This was the first of many shared coffees after your classes, and the first yellow sticky note of a lot more blue ones.
Tom started writing stuff for you on blue sticky notes that he brought instantly after you told him that blue is your favorite color. You felt honored and flustered as he told you what he did - even if you said he didn’t need to do that for you.
You found a note almost every day on your desk, and your heart always made a joyful flip when you saw the little blue thing. No matter how many notes he wrote you, you felt as happy and excited as you got the first one.
It became Tom’s and yours thing to put the blue sticky notes on each other’s desks, lockers, chairs or bags. It’s still a mystery to you why you aren’t drowning in those notes yet.
Most of the time you just write hi :) or coffee today? or you tell each other some jokes. Sometimes the two of you are even having full conversations on them, blue notes laying all around you. But on some days you still get cute messages from him, like he says that your outfit looks cute, or that he likes to hear your laugh.
His compliments still make your heart beat faster, and your cheeks still get this rosy glow. You love the friendship with him, but you can’t wait until you get the chance to turn it into something more.
You sit down on your chair, nervously nibbling on your bottom lip. You haven’t gotten a note from Tom today, and it’s already the last class you have with him. Normally you would have talked about your coffee date later already, but today it feels like Tom is hiding from you.
Looking around the big room, you can’t find the brunette, nor a blue sticky note somewhere. For a few minutes your heart feels heavy in your chest, but then the door opens and Tom walks into the room, your eyes instantly finding his warm brown ones.
He smiles at you, waving lightly, and then you see the familiar blue paper in his other hand. The smile on your face grows wider, knowing that nothing has changed.
“Hi,” you mouth towards him.
“Hi, y/n.” Tom stops next to you, quickly pressing a small kiss onto the top of your head. He places the note on your desk and walks over to his own, sitting down in the row behind you.
Your gaze wanders to the note, and your eyes scan over his words a few times before your head really understands what’s written on there. Your eyes wide, your heart practically jumping out of your chest as you finally realize the meaning of the messy scribbled words.
Do you want to go out with me?
And under that are two squares with yes and no written next to them.
You turn around to him, smiling widely. Grabbing your pen, you mark with a cross the only right answer. You fold the note together and hand it back to him, watching him with a grin on your lips as he opens it. Tom lets out a quick relieved sigh, his right hand pressed to his heart, before he pulls you into his muscular arms and almost knocks the desk over.
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Omg can I request something where reader puts Tom in “yoga” positions he puts her in during seggsy time
Wait...This Seems Familiar
A/N: Andddd.....am back with the TikTok au´s, lol I love this idea sm!!
Warning: Implied smut? Sex position talk and doing them lol, fluff, confused Tom.
You were laying on the couch with Tessa while scrolling through TikTok, like any other day at this point. Tom was on the floor watching the TV, resting his head and back against the couch you and Tessa were on. You came across a video of a girl putting his boyfriend in sex positions but telling him they were yoga positions. It was genius. You were bored and had a clumsy boyfriend to try this on, so you took your chance.
The fact that Tom was just in a pair of grey sweat pants made you wish it were you doing the poses. You stood up from the couch, making Tessa come down from it too.
¨ Stand up, we are making a TikTok ¨ You ordered him while giving him one of your hands to help him stand up.
¨Should I change or...¨ Tom said, looking down at his naked chest.
¨Stay like that, you look sexy¨ You winked at him, and he kissed your cheek.
¨So what are we doing?¨ He asked, rubbing his hands together.
¨ We are doing yoga positions.¨ You answered, pressing the record on the red record button.
¨Ohhh Okey am ready¨
¨Okey first lay your back on the floor and lift both of your legs up¨You said, and he started. He brought both of his into the air and looked at you, waiting for the instructions.
¨Now, grab the back of your thigh and pull it as far as you can.¨ You signaled with your hand.
¨Like this princess?¨ He asked with his voice compressed
¨Yes, baby, you are doing great¨ You cheered for him.
¨ Okey, on to the next one¨ You said and he stood up.
¨ Lay on your tummy, yep like that¨ You laughed at your boyfriend.
¨What? why are you laughing? Do I have a wedgie?¨He asked laughing with you.
¨Wha- no, you don't have a wedgie Tom¨ You laughed at your boyfriend's stupidity. ¨ Okey now you are going to lift your butt up just a little¨ he lifts his butt a little
¨ Yup like that, you're a master at yoga babe¨ You laughed
¨What can I say¨ He shrugged smiling ¨Whats next?¨
¨Stay in that position but flip to your side, now lift your right leg up¨
¨Still on my side?¨ He asked struggling
¨ Youp, still on your side¨
¨I can feel the stretch, ughh¨ He kept struggling and you laughed
¨Its hard right?¨
¨Yeah¨ Tom said out of breath ¨Can we move on now?¨
¨Sure, stand up for me and grab onto the couch¨ He does as he's asked. ¨perfect¨you compliment him. ¨Now arch your back a little, yeah just like that¨ You smiled at how oblivious he was.
¨ I still think I have a wedgie or something y/n¨ He pleads
¨Tom stop, why would you think that? that's the most random thing ever¨ You laughed
¨Its because you keep laughing at this positions¨ He giggles
¨Okey come on, let's do one last one, get on the floor on all fours¨ You were sure he was going to realize everything in this position because it was his favorite. Tom gets on his hands and knees on the floor waiting for you to continue. ¨Okey and you are going to arch your back a little so that your butt is sticking out-¨
¨Mhm¨ you knew he already knew.
¨Nothing go on¨ He shook of his dirty thoughts and left you with your thing.
¨I was saying, arch your back so your butt is sticking out and-¨
¨Wait...this seems familiar¨ He stops to think, but stays in the position.
¨How come?¨ You ask sounding innocent
¨NAH AH, YOU DIRTY¨ He realized how he had been played and started laughing alongside you, but never moved, he stayed in that position. ¨Y/n, baby, what the actual fuck-¨
¨OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING ¨ Harry askes as he enters the room just to find you holding a camera recording Tom in doggy style.
¨We were just-¨
¨NO I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT, AMA MOVE OUT, I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS¨ Harry was in tears.
¨Mate, nothing is going on, we are like making a tiktok¨ Tom tried to calm him down.
¨A TikTok!? for what website exactly!¨ He cried out.
¨ Chill, we were doing yoga poses¨ You went over to him and placed your hand on his shoulder.
¨Well whatever it was, it's probably going to haunt me for the rest of my nights¨ He gave you a disapproval stare and left again. Tom came closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his mouth against your ear and whispering.
¨I think its time for you to try some poses¨
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Personalized Fics Masterlist
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Water Breaker´s, Fight Breaker´s
⚠️This IS part of the Personalized Fics Masterlist, so no Y/N is used in this fic. You are still more than welcomed to read it!!! ⚠️
Additional Characters: Lila (Dog)
Request: Tom and his wife ( the reader) are expecting twins. Tom has been very overprotective over the reader, and towards the end of her pregnancy, she starts to get irritated. An argument sparks, and the reader's water breaks.
A/n: Hi Kaitlyn, I hope you like your fic. Thanks for the request ❤️
You rolled your eyes as your husband opened the door for you. Both of you had just returned from having dinner with Tom´s parents, all you wanted to do was go to bed and sleep. You got out of the car and Tom helped you walk to the front door. It was getting annoying. you loved Tom, but he was just too much sometimes. Today your pregnancy marked 39 weeks and you were so excited. When you and Tom got married; 2 years ago, you wanted time for yourself before having children, so you waited. Now here you were, pregnant with your twin girls who were due any day now. Tom opened the door to your house, and you walked in, taking your shoes off.
¨ How are you feeling love¨ Tom asked rubbing your back
¨ Am fine¨ you smiled ¨how are you feeling, baby?¨ You asked your husband kissing him.
¨Tired¨ He kissed you again.
¨Me two, ill go upstairs to change ¨ You said to him, walking to the stairs and stopped for a second ¨can you bring me a glass of water, please?¨ you asked him.
¨ Sure love, just be careful going up the stairs, don't want any of my girls getting hurt¨ He spoke innocently, not realizing how annoyed that comment made you.
¨So you think am not capable of walking up the fucking stairs Thomas¨ You snap at him.
¨No I do, I didn't mean it that way, Kaitlyn baby, you know I didn't mean it that way¨ He came closer to you, but you just shook him off.
¨No Tom, I am sick of you being so overprotective about me, it's not like I cant take care of myself or something¨ You yell at him.
¨Well am just trying to help you, Kaitlyn, why are you so mad about that?¨ Tom starts yelling back.
¨ Am pregnant, not disabled, get your facts stright¨ You sighed and rolled your eyes.
¨Oh My God Babe¨ Tom says mouth wide open.
¨WHAT? WHAT IS IT NOW?¨You snapped again as you started to feel the water in between your legs and realized. ¨My-my-¨
¨Your water just broke¨ Both of you spoke in shock. ¨Okey, Okey let's stay calm, I'll go get the bag and you- um¨ Tom gulped
¨Ill go get the bag, you start the car babe¨ You caressed his cheek, feeling bad about snapping at him. He let go of your hand and went to start the car. You went upstairs, freaking out to Lila, who just seem to be confused about the whole situation. You grabbed the bag and waved bye at your dog like she was just going to return it.
Tom opened the car door for you and you thanked him.
¨This is really happening¨ Tom freaked as he closed his door now.
¨Yeah¨ You sighted still in disbelief ¨ We should have slept more yesterday¨You laughed, so did your husband as he started the car.
¨You will be the best mother in the world, my love¨ He said as he placed his hand on your thigh.
¨ I am sorry¨ You pouted
¨ Is alright Kaitlyn, your right, I have been a pain in the ass. I just want everything to be perfect. I don't know what I would do without you darling¨ He said and you kissed his hand.
¨I love you¨ You kissed his hand again.
¨And I love you¨ He kissed your hand now then lifted it in the air with his.
¨Lets go and have our babies¨
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Dear Teacher - Part 2
warnings: teacher and student relationship (The reader is between 19 and 25 years old and please don't get involved with your teachers) angst,fluff, smut (fingering, unprotected sex -Please use a condom- dirty talk)
Word count: 3342 (surely the most I have ever written)
N/A: Hey, many people were asking, so I brought you part two of dear teacher, I hope you like it.I am creating a taglist, message me if you want to be added 💖💖
When Tom woke up on Saturday morning he was disappointed to realize that you were no longer there, for a moment he thought that maybe it had all been a dream or just his imagination playing with him, but something inside him knew that no, that the incident had really happened.
"Incident" was how Tom was referring to the whole of Friday night. It had been a bad idea, he knew, meeting you at that bar, inviting you to sit with him, kissing you, taking you to his apartment, and everything that happened after that. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
Tom was nervous. It was the first time he had seen her since Friday and he still didn't know how to handle it.
You walked into the auditorium that morning and it seemed that fate loved to play with you as the two of your gazes met almost instantly, he swallows dryly and you blush before quickly looking away and running to your seat at the back of the room.
"Good morning everyone" He says starting his class, everyone in the room answers him quickly.
"Good morning Mr. Holland" Cindy, one of your students, says cheerfully "Looks like you had a great weekend" she points to a small purple spot on your neck, all the students start laughing as soon as she notices it. You sink into your chair, wanting to hide, mortified with embarrassment, remembering very well that you made that mark on Tom who was blushing in front of everyone's eyes.
"Anyway" he huffs loudly taking the students' attention back to class "I've corrected your Brontë sisters' papers, I'm happy to say that we got very good grades, but only one got a top grade, I'll give it back to you Wednesday" he says before continuing his lesson.
The class passes slowly, like torture for both of them, they just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They needed to talk about what they had done, but they were more than happy not to do that today.
"That's all for today, remember to turn in your next paper on Monday and get ready for the debate next month, see you all on Wednesday" he says to everyone as his class ends. Slowly the room starts to empty, but you can't get out as a hand grabs your wrist making you turn to see who it was.
"Y/N" Mike, the boy who had missed your date on Friday was standing there holding your hand "I just wanted to apologize again for not coming on Friday, I didn't mean to ruin your weekend kitten" he apologizes.
"It's okay, really, you didn't ruin my weekend" you answer politely.
"If you want" he says getting closer to you "We can reschedule, I promise I won't cancel this time" he gives you a conquering smile.
Tom settles back in his chair, moving his hands nervously across his lap. He didn't want to hear your conversation, but as soon as he heard no names being called he started to pay attention, he had no right to be jealous, you weren't his girl, but he hoped you wouldn't accept it, you deserved much better than that boy in front of you.
"Mike, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it" You say, trying to be polite and pulling away from him a little.
"Just a date kitten" Tom rolls his eyes from where he was sitting, did he not understand what no was?
"We better just be friends" you dismiss yourself before leaving the room.
"Girls" the idiot says before leaving the room.
Thomas only saw you once that day, talking to your friends in the hallways.
He felt your gaze on him, which made his heart beat faster, and when he returned your gaze you looked away, blushing at having been caught in the act.
As he lay in his bed that night, the memories came back, he was beginning to hate it. Avoidance and being avoided, the two of them should talk about what happened instead of pretending not to and acting like children.
You were pacing back and forth in the hallway, debating with yourself, trying to decide whether or not to go into that office.
This morning, as Tom walked around the room handing out corrected papers to his students, he left his paper on your desk whispering a congratulations before moving on to the next student. You saw the top grade written on the first page and a little yellow post-it note placed there saying "Meet me in my office at 18:00, please".
It was still 17:50, you could still get away from there and that conversation, but you didn't want to, as nervous as you were you knew what you needed to do. You knock on the door and open it just as you hear a "come in" coming from inside.
"You came" he says getting up from his chair and gives you a shy smile.
"I didn't think you would actually come."
"I think we really should talk Mr. Holland" you says nervously looking down at her own feet so she doesn't have to face him.
"Mister Holland?" He asks "I thought i asked to call me Tom"
"I can't do that"
"I understand" His voice, there was something different in it, hurt perhaps.
A silence fills the room for a few minutes before he begins to speak.
"I'm sorry about Friday."
"Why are you apologizing?" You asks without understanding.
"I just...thought you..." He sighs walking over to stand in front of your desk, only a few steps away from you.
"I don't regret what we did" You speak as soon as you realize where your speech was going.
"No?" He finally looks directly at you.
"No, my God, I loved every part of that night" a small smile appears on his lips which fades soon after as you continue to speak "But that doesn't mean it wasn't wrong, we shouldn't have let it get to that point".
"I know it wasn't, I know...it was so wrong"
For some reason it was painful to be in that room without being able to touch him again.
"I really wish I wasn't your teacher" he walks towards you "To have met you at another time, maybe then I could have had you to myself, take you out without fear of anyone seeing us, hold your hand, kiss you" His hand caresses your face and you close your eyes leaning in to feel his touch more "I wanted so much Y/N, I wanted to make you my girl...I really like you"
"Thomas, I like you too..." You sigh, your heart aching with every word spoken "But sometimes liking isn't enough for two people to stay together."
"I know, and that's the part that hurts the most" He forehead rests against yours, both of you with your eyes closed, in-between sloshed breaths that were already mingling, Tom felt a tear run down his cheek, your mouths so close "Y/N..."
"Tom man, we are late, your brothers will kill us if we are late again" Someone says opening the door suddenly just as you and he are about to kiss. The two of you quickly walk away panting for breath trying to recover from the moment, Tom quickly wipes the tear from his face. A tall blond man that you had seen other times in the halls together with Tom looks at you not understanding anything.
"Am I interrupting something?" the blond man asks suspiciously.
"No" the two of you answer quickly.
"Harrison, this is my student, Y/N" Tom introduces the two of you, perhaps as a way to change the subject "Y/N, this is Harrison Osterfield, professor in the physics department and my best friend".
"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N" He extends his hand to greet her " I have heard Tom compliment you several times, always saying that you are the best student in your class".
"My pleasure Mr. Osterfield" you shake his hand "I think he is just exaggerating a lot, anyway, I better go, I don't want to get in the way anymore, bye" you take your things and leave the room leaving the two men alone there.
"Wait a moment" He say to Harrison before coming after you.
He holds your wrist and makes you look at him, honestly he almost didn't care anymore that the two of you were standing in the middle of the empty university hallway.
"Y/N please" he says.
"Please what?" you say hurt "Do you want me to stay here? To fight for a passion that is doomed to fail? Something that could end my life at this university or end your career?
"Don't talk like that, we can make it work" he says hurt.
"I wish I was brave enough to try, I swear I do" you let go of his hand "But I'm not, it was just one night stand sex and as much as I like you I know that the sooner we get over it and move on the better, for both of us" you turn and walk away, leaving Tom standing there alone in the hallway with his hurt.
Your heart was still hurting. Last night you collapsed on your knees as soon as you got to your dorm room and let the tears finally fall, you were lucky you didn't have a roommate so you could cry all day long without having to answer questions about why you were so bad. And you cried until your eyes hurt, screamed against your pillow until your throat burned, let the sadness leave your body until you finally gave in to tiredness and went to sleep.
Tom was no better off than you, he spent the whole dinner with your family quiet while everyone else at the table talked, he wished so much that he wasn't in love with you, he wished it really had only been one-night stands, maybe then he wouldn't feel like he could die at any moment if he didn't have you by his side.
In different places, but sharing the same pain.
Tom looked across the room at you, his eyes red and his expression sad, it looked like you had been crying all night, and you really had, he wanted to go over there and hug you and tell you that everything would be okay, but he couldn't.
If they had thought Monday's class had been torture, this was something worse. Tom gave his class trying to avoid looking in your direction, while you couldn't pay attention to anything that was being said, you just wanted to go back to your room and cry some more. It was the last class of the day so you ran to your room as soon as it was over.
Tom was tapping his pen frantically on his desk, he should have been correcting his students' work but his mind was elsewhere and his head hurt like it was going to explode at any moment.
"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Harrison asks, he was with Tom in his office and was starting to get irritated with his best friend.
"What?" Tom asks waking up from his thoughts.
"Tom you've been acting weird all fucking week, you spent the entire Wednesday dinner quiet a thing you don't often do."
"I don't know what you are talking about" he pretends to be paying attention to the papers in front of him.
"Does it have anything to do with that girl who was here?" he asks curious, Tom doesn't answer which only confirms Harrison's thoughts "Oh my god, it has everything to do with her doesn't it?".
"I really don't want to talk about it"
"You like her, that's why you're all emotional, because you can't be with her" Harrison speaks and Tom wonders when did his best friend get so good at unraveling his feelings.
"I had sex with her on Friday" Tom admits at once, his friend had already figured out pretty much everything so there was no reason to keep secrets anymore.
"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT?" he practically shouts.
"Can you keep it down please, you're acting like a teenager, we passed that stage a long time ago and I don't want the whole campus to find out."
"I'm not the one acting like a teenager, you are, getting all angry and quiet over something that can easily be resolved" Harrison rolls his eyes as he states the obvious.
"She doesn't want me Harrison, she likes me, but she doesn't want me, she's scared and I can't judge her because I am too, this could destroy my teaching career and end her reputation here"
"Tom, isn't she one of the students graduating this year?" Harrison asked even though he already knew the answer.
"Dude, she's graduating in less than 5 months and you're telling me that the two of you can't keep this relationship a secret for 5 months?"
"I..." Tom hadn't stopped to think about it.
"I'm sure you two can make it work."
"What if she's not willing to try?"
"You should at least try, Holland, go out there and fight for your girl" He encourages his friend.
"I think you are right, I will do it".
"Of course I'm right" He smiles smugly "Anyway, I don't want to have to put up with your sadness any longer" He says laughing.
It was almost midnight when you hear someone knocking on your dormitory door, you get out of bed and go to open the door.
"Thomas what are you doing here?" You ask as you see him standing outside, he walks into your dorm still without giving any explanation, you close the door and turn to see him "What kind of idiotic idea is this to come to my dorm, someone could see you here, how would we explain this?" You ask in an agitated manner.
Tom doesn't answer at first, he just looks at you, the baggy sweatshirt too big for your body, the hair tied back with a few strands falling in front of your face and the glasses on the end of your nose, and he can't resist. He walks toward you and kisses you, holding your face between his hands, his hands against your chest as you respond to his kiss, his heart beating hard in his chest and the sense of relief that he is kissing you again after what seems like the longest week of his life.
"I'm sorry" he says pulling away "I didn't come to do this, I just wanted to talk and..."
"It's okay" he fixes his glasses on his face.
"Y/N, I really like you, this is so stupid, I just... I want to try this, it's only five months until you graduate, we can make it...
"Tom" you try to interrupt him but he keeps talking non-stop.
"...to do this, I'm sure it wouldn't be easy at first and it's not the kind of relationship that's ideal or the relationship that someone like you deserves..."
"Tom" calls him again.
"But I'm willing to try, for you, for us, I want to try..." You kiss him again making him stop talking.
"I'm willing to try Tom" you say between kisses and he smiles "For us"
"I didn't think you would accept, I was already preparing myself for a no" you both laugh.
He sits down on your bed and pulls you to sit on his lap with each leg on one side of your body, he takes the glasses off your face and places them on your desk before kissing you.
"Damn, I missed that" he sighs between the kiss.
"It's literally only been a week" you say smiling.
"Really? It's felt like forever" he kisses you more intensely this time, his hands gripping your hips tightly making you move over his lap, the kisses slide down your face to your neck, you throw your head back.
"Tom" you say his name as a plea, his hands slide up your thigh squeezing you firmly.
"What do you want princess?" He asks with his head in the curve of your neck before leaving a small bite in that region.
"You, Thomas, I need you" you slowly roll over in his lap feeling his already hard length under you "please".
He smiles smugly at your response. Your sweatshirt is removed leaving you in just your panties and Tom lays you down on your bed placing his body on top of yours .
"This has been the most torturous week of my life" he removes the rest of his clothes and throws them on the floor "I couldn't get you out of my mind" he leaves a kiss on her neck exactly where he had "I thought about how I wanted to feel you again" the kisses descend to the top of her breasts and one of his hands grab her thigh wrapping her leg around his waist while the other goes down to her intimacy pulling her panties apart just enough for two fingers to touch them "That pussy is so wet, all this for me honey? "
"Yes, all for you Tom" he smiles at her answer before penetrating her with his fingers causing a quiet moan to come from her lips.
"Your girl" you sigh ecstatic with pleasure.
"Fuck" Tom kisses you again, your words making him even harder than he already was "Say that again " he thrusts his fingers inside you reaching that wonderful spot inside you.
He had barely started and you were already so close, but he doesn't let you get there, teases you to the edge before stopping and doing it all over again.
"Please stop teasing me, I'm so close" you beg.
"No princess, I want you to cum around my dick" He says pulling his fingers out of you and removing your panties before turning you both over on the bed making you stand on top, he sits against the headboard as you rest your hands on his shoulders "now ride me like the good girl I know you are".
You sit on his member feeling him fill you completely, you both moan the moment you are finally together, standing still for a moment to get used to his size. Moving slowly until you finally get into a rhythm.
"So so good" he moans, his hand gripping her throat the way he remembered he had made her go crazy last time "So beautiful riding my dick" his other hand leaves a slap on her ass making her moan his name out loud as she throws her head, back rolling over in his lap .
"Tom I'm so close" you say as he gives you a push with his hips making his cock hit your G-spot, his hand making circular motions against your clit this time.
"Come to me then baby" he says and with a few more movements you are enjoying his wrist making you come next, your head falls on his shoulder and he spreads kisses down your neck as you recover from your recent orgasm.
You were wearing your shirt now, your head lying on his chest as he stroked your hair.
"You'll still be here when I wake up, right?
"Well this is my dorm so I can't leave" you say as a joke.
"I'm serious Y/N" he says laughing.
"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere" you smile fondly returning to lie on his chest closing your eyes almost falling asleep with his affection.
"Good, I don't want you to leave, I want you forever" he kisses the top of your head before falling asleep with you in his arms, no goodbyes this time.
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“Thirsty tweets.” T.H. Imagine.
(Not my gif)
Summary: The one where you and Tom read thirsty tweets from fans.
A/N: Bad jokes but I hope you like it. Make a compilation of the best tweets I saw on YouTube. No warning, just a few bad words I guess. Resquest are open!!!
"Hi guys. I am (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You say when the recording officially starts.
"And I don't agree with this." Says Tom next to you, who is sitting cross-legged in a blue-painted study. "I'm Tom Holland and we're here at BuzzFeed Celeb to read some thirsty tweets."
"Oh hush, this will be fun." You laugh, holding the vase of tweets in your hands and then tipping it towards him so that Tom can pull out the first piece of paper. "Let's get this party started."
Tom reads the first tweet.
“I would let Tom Holland father every SINGLE egg of my nonexistent uterus. Laaaaaawd! Oh my goodness." Tom says, slightly embarrassed. "Thanks?"
"What is it? Some kind of alien?" You chuckle as you pull out the second paper. "I want someone look at me the way Tom Holland and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) look at each other."
"Oohhhh." They both look into each other's eyes with love as you smile at those words.
“I literally want Tom Holland to SMASH my skull between his massive thighs of him. Goodnight."
“I told you to wear pants for your interview with Jimmy Fallon. But I guess that's the kind of content that fans want. Wow.”
"I only give them what they ask for, darling." Tom says, this time, smugly.
"Get out of here." You laugh as you playfully push him making him laugh before continuing to read. ”(Y/N) (Y/L/N) can chocke me any holy day. Into chocking, uh? Makes two of us." You say before folding the paper and putting it inside your clothes.
"Hey. Hey, hey, take that off your clothes." Tom lunges at you playfully, ready to search for that piece of paper anywhere on your body. Literally.
"Sit on my face and suffocate me, Tom Holland." You read the following tweet for him. "Wow."
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is one thicc b-i-h." Tom frowns as he looks at the piece of paper and then looks at you confused. "What does that mean?"
"It means bitch, honey." You say instructing him, then look at the camera acting serious, an eyebrow raised to show that you mean it. "Yes, yes I am."
“Tom Holland’s ass is the REAL LONDON’s ass. Ow, thank you, darling. In fact, I am very proud of my ass. It's great, there's no need to deny that. And I think it showed in Spider-man homecoming and Far from home."
"Ow, thanks to the thong." You say laughing, although you also share the idea that Tom has a good butt. “I have to admit that Tom has a good butt. Really firm. I kind of like to slap him from time to time."
"Yes, and that hurts." Tom complains, a hand on his butt. “Thinking about Tom Holland sleeping in (Y/N) (Y/L/N) belly doesn’t bothers me at all. You go, girl. Take him to the moon for me.”
"Owwww." You smile, loving that they quoted a line from the movie inside out. "You guys are the sweetest."
"Her belly is very comfortable." Tom says, nodding thoughtfully. “Dear Tom, I literally want to set myself on fire with your immense sexiness. Thanks, love." Tom flexes his arm muscles casually as he pretends to scratch his hair. "Now let's move on to the next one before (Y/N) throws up because of me."
"Thanks for your consideration." You laugh sarcastically before clearing your throat to read the following tweet in all caps. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE HOT AND LETHAL. EMOTICON FIRE, EMOTICON FIRE."
"Why are you screaming?!" Tom asks raising his voice, laughing. “Look at my queen (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I swear to God she is the baddest bitch in the universe! I wanna be like her. She is the baddest in my opinion."
"Ow, thank you. I believe I’m very bad, I don’t think I’m the baddest in the universe, maybe in some countries. But thank you. "
"I want Tom Holland to play the guitar and sing to me to sleep." Tom reads the following Tweets, getting shy about talking about his voice. "Thanks love. I'm still learning to play guitar and I'm not the best singer, but I'll give it a try when you guys want it. Now we go to the next one. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tom Holland own my ass GOODBYE!"
You and Tom look into each other's eyes before chuckling.
“I am now the proud owner of your BACK-SIDE. YEAH." You say, making a fist with your hand as if you had achieved something great.
"Yikes. That is intense." Tom says before moving on to the next one. “My ideal weight is Tom Holland on top on me. Guys! My mum is gonna see this! "
"What about me?! My parents told me not to do this!" You chuckle. “Can I say that I will let Tom Holland slit my throat with his jawline any day? Well Tom's jaw is very sharp, rumor has it that he can cut anything with it."
“Yes, but why did he want to cut a throat. I don't want to go to jail."
“Yo guys listen to me, I would literally buy a thousand front row tickets just to see Tom Holland and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) have a hot make-out session. Point. Goodbye."
"Guys, come on, we only do that in private." Tom jokes, although the truth is that it is true.
You roll your eyes before reading the following tweet.
"Me: I am thirsty. Mom: have a glass of water. Me: the thirst for (Y/N) (Y/L/N) never stops."
"That's true." Tom says looking at the camera, as serious as never in his life. “I want the government to create a law where Tom Holland cannot wear a T-shirt. He has to be shirtless 24/7."
"That's what everyone would like, right bitches?" You laugh, although the truth is something that you would not care.
“I'm not sure everyone would agree with that, and I don't want to, you know, be responsible for some heart attacks because of me. Now we go with another tweet." Tom crumples the paper before moving on to the next one. "Tom Holland in glasses owns my ass!"
"Being part blind is hot? I didn't know." You joke as Tom gives you a look. “Tom Holland fu*k me in the ear with your English accent. How is that possible???!!! You know what, I'm out. Peace."
You joke, getting out of the seat to end the segment.
"Darling come on. You know I only love you!" Says Tom, following you out of the cameras where you two both meet to laugh.
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Pairing: Tom Holland x reader
Word count: 5.1k
Summary: a letter box shaped bag prompts Tom to tell you just how much you mean to him
Warnings: none; it’s just my usual fluff :)
A/N: surprise, I’m back! It’s been a very long time since I’ve written something, and although the break was nice, I missed you all :( and since I don’t really know who to tag, I’m going to tag my old taglist + mutuals, but if you want to be added to my taglist please let me know!
While you and Tom were out spending the day going window shopping, you passed by the front window of a Kate Spade boutique, and a blur of red made you turn your head to see what was in the window. What you saw was so beautiful, it made you stop suddenly in your tracks.
Tom, who was holding your hand, was not expecting you to stop so suddenly. “Babe, you’re going to pull my arm out of its socket.” He joked, and was expecting you to reply, but instead you were silent. When he turned to see what you were looking at, your hand was pressed to the glass of the display, eyes wide and lips agape. A smile erupted on his lips as he watched how mesmerized you were by a handbag, and how awestruck you were by it.
It was as if you were a kid in a candy store, or maybe it was more like love at first sight. In fact, the way you were looking at the bag is the same way that he looks at you—full of love and adoration.
He knew he had to surprise you with it.
As he stood there with you, your gaze still fixed to the bag, he waited a minute longer until he decided to speak up. “It is a beautiful bag, huh?” At first you didn’t respond, nor did you show any sign of even hearing what he had said. “C’mon,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze and pulling you towards the entrance. “Let’s go take a look at it.”
That sentence snapped you out of your trance, and without skipping a beat, you stopped walking and stood in place. “Oh no, no, no, let’s not do that.” Your voice got a little louder with every no. “I don’t want to be disappointed by how expensive it is. It must cost at least £200 pounds.”
“It’s a Kate Spade,” you interrupted, “her bags are ridiculously expensive.” As you spoke, you continuously shook your head no. “I know it’s far too expensive, and I don’t want to be disappointed when I see the exorbitant price tag.” Your eyes became fixed to the pavement, and your eyebrows furrowed downwards, as well as your lips turning into a small frown. “Can we please leave?”
It pained Tom to see you so sad, especially since he could easily buy you the bag—hell, he could buy you a hundred of them, or even purchase everything in the store for you. It was no problem to him, but he knew that him buying you things made you feel uncomfortable, so he decided not to press the issue any further.
“Okay love, let’s go.” He took a step forward, but instead of following him, you stood there still, staring at the bag. A few seconds passed before you slowly took a step forward, and then walked with Tom away from the window display.
“Maybe one day I’ll see it in a consignment shop, and then I’ll be able to afford it.” You uttered under your breath, but it was just loud enough for Tom to hear it.
A week had passed, and Tom didn’t once stop thinking about the bag, and how much you pined over it. Just the night before, he had a dream where he was in his Spider-Man costume, and had broken into the store to get it for you. Of course, he wasn’t going to do that, but it was all he could think about, even in his dreams.
He knew he had to get it for you, because even though you tried to say you were okay without it, he knew it would make you beyond happy if you had it. Yet, he was aware that he couldn’t get it when you were with him, which seemed to be most of the time. He cherished spending time with you, but he just needed some time alone so he could get it.
While he was thinking of a plan, the opportunity arose on its own, no planning on his end needed.
“Your mum wants me to go shopping with her tomorrow to buy a gift for Paddy.” You announced as you walked into the room, and leaned against the door frame.
“Wait, she wants you to go with her, and not me?” He asked, hoping to feign some sadness, even though he was secretly relieved. He loved his mum, but shopping with her could easily become extremely stressful.
You shrugged your shoulders slightly, “I thought the same thing, but apparently she wants me to go with her. She said something about me being a ‘more attentive shopper’.” You said with air quotes, and a slight frown on your face.
Tom, who was sprawled out in his bed, positioned himself so that he could tilt his head up to see you. “Well, that’s odd. I can see she’s playing favourites.” He remarked, trying to not sound too relieved.
“That’s okay with you, right?” You questioned, eyes wide.
“Of course love, just don’t have too much fun without me.”
“I won’t, but let me just text her back and tell her that’s okay.” You bounded out of the room quickly, and when you left, he let out a small squeal. His plan was falling into place, and it seemed that the universe was on his side. He took a minute to think about his schedule tomorrow, and luckily he had the day off.
He was bound and determined to get the bag for you.
Almost immediately after you left the house to go shopping with his mum, Tom bolted out of the house and ran out to his car, quickly and messily trying to unlock the car door. When he situated himself inside the car, he pulled out of the driveway to head towards the Kate Spade boutique.
The way he was driving was downright terrible, and borderline reckless, but all he could think about was getting the bag for you. On his drive there, the thought of accidentally running into you crossed his mind, but he shook the thought away.
About twenty minutes later, he pulled into the parking garage, stopped the car, got out and locked it. He hurried up towards the entrance of the store, and rushed inside, tunnel vision consuming him. As he looked around frantically looking for the bag, he couldn’t seem to see it, but before he could have a chance to inquire about it, a store clerk came up to him.
“May I help you with something?” The assistant inquired, snapping Tom out of his tunnel vision.
“Actually, yes. My girlfriend saw a small purse in the window display last week, and I was wondering if you still happen to have it.”
“By any chance, did it look like a little post box with a letter inside?” She asked with a slightly sad grin, one that caught Tom’s attention.
“Um yes, precisely. Do you still have any?”
Judging by the assistant’s look, he already knew the answer—he was too late. “I’m so sorry, but there was only one left, and that kind woman at the register is about to purchase the last one.” She stated with sad eyes, and it took everything in Tom to not be equally as upset. “They sold so quickly that we had to request a few more shipments, but there were no more left to order yesterday.”
He looked over to see who the woman who was purchasing the last handbag was, and the woman looked back at him with apologetic eyes. It was a woman about the age of 80, and was a very spiffy dresser at that.
“Love, I am so sorry that I’m buying the last one, but I too have had my eye on it for quite a while.” She spoke just loud enough for Tom to hear her from the other side of the boutique, but just quiet enough for him to walk over closer to where she stood at the register. “Do you mind me asking why you wanted this bag? By the way you ran in here, it seemed like it was clearly an important thing to buy.”
“It was.” Tom answered back as he took a second to think about what he wanted to say. He felt so dejected that there weren’t any words to describe his situation, even though it was a very easy situation to understand. “Last week, I was window shopping with my girlfriend, and she saw this bag and immediately stopped in her tracks. She spent 10 minutes staring at it, or at least it felt that long.” He walked over closer to where the register was and leaned one arm against the counter. “She was so awe struck by it, but at the time she couldn’t afford it, and she refused to allow me to buy it.”
“That’s the mark of a remarkable young woman, you know. Most women would expect her man to buy her what she wanted, but the fact that she didn’t want to buy it really says a lot.” She carefully placed her hand on top of Tom’s in a reassuring way. “Cherish her forever.”
Tom’s vision became a bit blurry as he blinked away tears that were trying to form in his eyes. “I will, I promise.” He lightly sighed, allowing himself to take a second to think. “Although it’s a pretty new relationship, so I hope it works out.” His watery eyes cleared up, and he took one more audible breath. Just then, the kind woman gently placed her hand on top of his, and gave it a gentle pat. When he looked up at her, she was giving him a sympathetic smile.
“Trust me, love. I’ve been around long enough to know if a relationship will work out or not. I thought the same when I met my now husband when he and I were both 17. I was so worried thinking that it may not work out, but he had the faith to know that it would. And he was right, he usually always is, but I try not to tell him too much so that it doesn’t go to his head.” She laughed lightly, and Tom did as well. “All it takes is love, patience and perseverance. That’s the key to a lasting relationship.”
The assistant was moved by the woman’s touching story, and wiped away a tear off her cheek. The woman looked at her and smiled tearfully too. “How new is your relationship?” She asked.
“It’s felt like ages, but in a good way.” Tom answered with a smile forming on his lips. “But in all actuality, it’s been almost three months, but we met a month prior to dating.”
“So that is pretty new.” The kind old woman answered. “What do you love most about her?”
Love, Tom thought. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t think about all the things he loves about you, but to be honest, he hasn’t told you he loved you yet. He hasn’t wanted to rush anything, even though he’s sure he loves you. The idea of telling you that has scared him, because it always seems that when he tells someone he loves them, they disappear from his life forever, just like his previous relationships before. “Well, she’s so patient with me, and beyond understanding of my hectic life.”
“Go on,” the kind woman prodded, already knowing that he hadn’t told you he loved you yet, but wanting to help coax the feelings out of him.
“I have a stressful job, to put it lightly, and not once has she made me feel bad about having to reschedule a date. She’s also ridiculously intelligent, caring, and beautiful, and I wouldn’t know what to do without her, nor would I want to think about that.”
“Well, I can tell that you love her,” she answered, “and I hope I’m not prodding too much, but may I ask why you haven’t told her yet?”
Tom took a second to compose himself. “I’ve wanted to, but I didn’t want to rush anything. I don’t know if this is going to sound dumb, but I wanted to write her a letter telling her how I feel, and I was going to stick the letter into the letter box, which is super dumb I know but-”
“That’s not.” The woman choked out, dabbing at her eyes where they were starting to well up with tears. “That’s one of the sweetest things I have ever heard, and I am beyond happy to know that the younger generations are still just as sweet and chivalrous as the past ones were. At the time when I was dating my husband, he also wrote me a letter telling me he loved me as he went to fight in the war.” She took out a handkerchief from her coat pocket and dabbed at her eyes. “I wasn’t sure if I would ever see him again, but luckily he came home safely.”
“I’m happy he did.” Tom responded with tears in his eyes as well. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
“You’re welcome.” She wiped her eyes once more, and motioned for the assistant, who was in the back of the store, to come over to where she and Tom were standing. “Letters are a great way to tell someone something, and I’m glad they haven’t died off with the younger generation.” The assistant came over to the woman, and looked to see what she may need.
“Can I please return this bag back to the store so that this young man can buy it instead?” The assistant hesitantly reached her arm out to take the bag, wanting to make sure that the woman really wanted to do so.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to take it from you.” Tom responded hesitantly, his voice upturning at the end of the sentence.
The woman waved her hand in front of Tom. “I’m positively sure. This will be the item that will make you cherish your relationship forever, and will even be your lucky charm.”
As the assistant returned the bag back to the store, Tom quickly reached out his arms and gave the woman a quick hug. “Thank you so much, I can’t thank you enough.” When he pulled away, she placed her hand on his forearm.
“You’re very welcome, and I wish you two a long and beautiful relationship.”
“Thank you again.” He responded quickly, and then a wave of realisation washed over him. “I just realised that I didn’t get your name, how awful of me.”
“Beth.” She answered, “and I already know your name, Mr. Tom Holland.” A look of confusion washed over Tom’s face, and before he could ask how she knew his name, she answered, “My granddaughter is a huge fan. I’ve seen all the Spider-Man movies with her in the cinema, and I must admit that you are a wonderful actor.”
Tom grinned his million dollar smile, and began to blush. “Why thank you Beth, I truly appreciate everything.”
The assistant rung up the bag for Tom, and after he paid for it, she wrapped it up nicely and put it in a colourful bag.
“Good luck with everything Mr. Holland, and when you and this girl get married, you better invite me to your wedding.” She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a pen and a piece of paper. “I mean it, you know. I better be there for the wedding.” As she said this, she wrote her name, address and phone number on it. “Promise me I’ll be the first person you call after you pop the question to her?” She slid the paper over to Tom and watched as he read it once before folding it nicely and placing it carefully in his wallet. “I promise I will Beth, I swear on it.”
Tom knew what he had to do, or rather, what to say. After his conversation with Beth in the boutique, it seemed as though the words were spilling out of his mouth, and the letter was practically writing itself in his mind. All he had to do now was actually buy something to write on.
He thought about buying some cute stationary to match the aesthetic of the bag, but he knew that the words were so loud in his head, that by the time that it would take for him to buy stationary, the words would be gone.
Jogging back out to his car, he began to rummage through the glove compartment in hopes of finding something, anything to write on.
The only acceptable piece of paper was actually a flyer from a chippy, and the only pencil he could find was a tiny one that’s used to keep the score in golf, but it’ll have to do. The words suddenly came to him, and he scribbled them down so he wouldn’t forget.
A fair amount of time must have passed, because it was now beginning to rain outside. The pattering of the light raindrops that were hitting the roof of the car made the small space feel more comfortable, and added the perfect amount of ambiance to continue writing. In fact, tear stains had made their way onto the paper, which surprised Tom, considering that he didn't even know he was crying. The emotions must’ve got the best of him, but he didn’t mind one bit.
At least now he had a physical reminder of how much he loved you.
Wiping the tears off his face, he took a sigh of relief. Writing that somehow felt liberating, and made him almost want to jump out of the car and start dancing in the rain. He felt on top of the world.
As he drove away from his parking spot, about a block and a half later, he looked up to see a stationary store and parked the car in front of the store, and ran inside.
Half an hour later, he made it back home, bag and letter in hand. You were still out with his mum, which to be honest wasn’t shocking. I bet she’ll get home well past midnight, knowing my mum, he thought.
Harry, Tuwaine and Harrison went out to go golfing, so Tom had the whole house to himself. He plopped down on the sofa and pulled out the new stationary and pens that he bought specifically for this.
While at the shop, he found a set of letters that looked almost identical to the letter keychain on the purse, and picked out a black pen. He carefully wrote the new letter with penmanship so precise, it made him feel as though he was back in primary school.
About twenty minutes had passed, but the letter was finally done. He had embellished the envelope by adding a couple hearts in different colours, and then carefully slipping the letter inside. Lastly, he wrote your name in cursive on the envelope, and then placed the completed letter inside the bag, right where the letter compartment was.
After neatly reassembling the bag back in its original wrapping, Tom placed the bag inside his closet and thought of a good time to give it to you. The best time, he thought, was to give it to you next week, right before he was set to fly back to Atlanta to finish filming.
“I wish you didn’t have to go.” You whined, which was slightly muffled by Tom’s pillows. Tom was sprawled out on the floor, stuffing different articles of clothing into his luggage.
“I wish I didn’t either darling.” He sighed, “but I promise I’ll be home before you know it.” He answered, knowing that he wasn’t entirely telling the truth. He would be gone for at least 3 months, which was going to feel like an eternity. The thought alone made him almost start crying, but he was trying to stay strong for you. He also couldn’t help thinking that you would leave him, since all of his past girlfriends left him due to the distance. It was just a matter of time before you did the same, but he tried not to dwell on that nagging thought. He knew you were patient, but he wasn’t sure how long that would last.
“Maybe I could come visit you, you know, when I have a chance?” You asked hesitantly, knowing full well that you were busy with work and school.
“I wish you could, but we both know that isn’t plausible right now.” It sounded harsher than he had intended to be, and he mentally grimaced. You, however, knew he was right. He had told you before that he doesn’t want you to sideline your own life because of his.
“I know.” You answered dejectedly, “but if and when I have a break, I’ll come out to see you.”
Tom finished folding his clothes, and stood up. Without saying a word, he looked over at you and noticed that your face was squeezed against his pillow, your eyes closed. And so; he went to his closet and moved the sheets that were covering your present. In one motion, he grabbed the bag and turned on his heels, and made his way back to his bed.
Without you noticing, he sat down and placed the bag in front of you, and poked your shoulder until you looked up at him.
“Hmm?” You inquired. Instead of responding, Tom scooted the bag closer to you, while sitting down on the corner of his bed. “What is it?”
“Sit up.” He instructed, and as you did so, you saw a gift bag placed in front of you. “Open it please.” He insisted, watching intently as you began to take the tissue paper out of the gift bag.
“Tom, this isn’t what I think it is, right?” You trailed off, and while Tom didn’t give you a verbal answer, it was written all over his face.
“The suspense is killing me,” he pleaded, “please open the bag.”
You did as you were told, and gasped when you pulled the purse out of the gift bag. It was even prettier in person, and somehow more breathtaking.
“Babe, I, what?” You choked out, unable to say anymore. A part of you was so happy that he gifted you with this, but another part of you knew how expensive the bag was.
“Now before you get mad, I know you said you didn’t want me to buy it for you, but I just knew that you wanted it, so I just had to treat you.” He stammered out, “please don’t hate me.”
Overcome with emotion, you threw your arms around Tom’s neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap. “I love it.” You whispered into his neck, and placed a kiss on his neck.
“Promise me you’ll keep it?” He asked, “I need you to promise me you won’t try to return it.”
“I promise I won’t. I’ll cherish it forever.”
Tom left the house at 2am, and was headed towards the airport. Leaving you was the hardest thing that he’s ever had to do, but he didn’t have much of a choice.
As you laid in his bed, bundled up in his sweatshirt, you clutched the bag to your chest. It was such a thoughtful gesture for him to buy it for you, but a piece of you did feel guilty that he spent the money on you.
The words he told you not to return the bag echoed in your head, and even though he made you swear not to do so, it did cross your mind. So, you thought, the only way you would be less tempted to return it is if you emptied out your old bag and put your belongings in that one instead. It took you a few minutes to do so, but now seeing your things in there made it feel more like yours.
Doing so tired you out, as it was now almost 3am. Clutching the bag as you settled into bed, you drifted off soundly, mentally preparing for your day tomorrow.
Waking up without Tom felt so strange, not having him there next to you. You checked your phone and saw a text from him, saying he loved you and landed safely, complete with a ton of heart emojis. It put a smile on your face, and quickly you typed back that you loved him more, and wished him luck on his day ahead.
About an hour later, you were off to your 9am philosophy class, one that you typically dreaded going to. Sometimes it was a heavy class to start the day off, especially when the coursework focused on the depressing aspects of life and hardship. It was a class that you always hoped to skip, but Tom always made sure you didn’t skip, no matter how badly you wanted to.
As you walked up to the door, you began to slow down. Was it worth going to class, knowing that you’re already pretty bummed out because Tom is away?
When the thought crossed your mind, you could hear Tom’s voice in your head convincing you to go. So, you drudged your way to the door and pulled the handle.
You walked to your seat and slumped into your chair, and placed your new bag on the empty seat next to you. When you went to grab your notebook and pencil, you looked up to see your friend Ella sitting in front of you, body turned to see you.
“Ooh, cute bag!” She exclaimed, eyes bright and cheerful.
“Thank you,” you answered, “it was a gift.” Your tone was a bit more curt than you had expected it to be, but you didn’t have enough energy to try to sound happier.
“Wow, I wish someone would gift me a present that nice.” Ella responded.
The girl sitting next to Ella, one that you didn’t personally know, turned around to see your bag.
“My sister has that same bag, and she loves it. It even has a secret compartment inside the letter keychain.” When she said that, your brows furrowed.
“Hmm, really? I didn’t know that.” You reached for your bag and placed it on your lap. When you pulled out the letter compartment, you noticed that, indeed, there was a hidden zipper. You slowly opened the zipper, and saw that there was an envelope inside. “Well that’s odd, there’s a letter inside, I didn’t know it came with one.” When you took a closer look, you saw that your name was written there, in what looked like Tom’s handwriting.
“It didn’t,” the girl replied, “or at least, it wasn’t supposed to.”
Ella gasped dramatically, “Maybe it’s from the person who gave you the gift—you should read it.”
Luckily, you didn’t have to tell her no, because at that moment, the professor began to start his lecture. You zipped the zipper shut and placed the bag next to you, although you noticed your heart was racing. The thought of Tom writing you a letter made you feel giddy, and in a way, saddening. It made you realise that he wasn’t here with you, but instead thousands of miles away. The class went by ridiculously slowly, but when the professor wrapped up his lecture, you bolted out the door. You sped walk to the nearest bench underneath a pine tree, and hurriedly sat down, reaching for the letter.
He had placed the envelope in there neatly, and even wrote your name in cursive. There were little hearts drawn all over the envelope, even going as far as addressing it from Atlanta, as if he really sent it through the post to you.
The attention to detail already made tears fall onto your cheeks, knowing that Tom really went out of his way to write you a letter. Carefully, you pulled the letter out of the envelope, straightening it a bit before reading it.
My eternal love,
I’m glad you found this letter, sealed and ready for you to read it. I had thought about giving it to you before I left, but I hope this makes it even more special.
When I went to get the bag for you, I had a long conversation with a woman who reminded me how important love is, and how I shouldn’t take it for granted. And, after talking to her, she knew that we had the kind of love that will last a thousand years, and span a million lifetimes.
I now just realised that of course, our relationship is still relatively new, but she just knew that what we have is special; and well, I hope so too.
All my thoughts are consumed by you and you alone; about how happy you make me feel, how safe and secure I feel in your arms, and with you, I feel that anything is possible. The world seems kinder and nicer with you in it, and I feel a sense of divine happiness that I’ve never felt before when we’re together.
I haven’t said this to you yet, or at least not out loud, but I love you. I really, truly, love you. I’ve never been more sure of anything, but this I know indefinitely.
I love all of the little things about you-how you are incredibly patient, loving, and caring. I love when you run your fingers through my hair after a long day, calming me down instantly. I love how you give me your million dollar smile when I kiss you on the cheek, and how you make me feel calm and safe in my extremely hectic life.
All I know is that I love you, through and through, and I hope you feel the same way too.
Forever yours- no matter how far away I am from you,
By now, you could hardly read through the tears. You had no idea he was so poetic, and how open he was being with you right now, and the image of him writing this heartfelt letter brought happy tears to your eyes. He loved you so immensely, and it was so comforting to have him say it.
As you wiped the tears with the sleeve of your sweater, you knew you had to tell him you loved him back. And so, you opened up your text messages, found your guys conversation, and voice messaged back,
“I love you more.”
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Safe and Sound
r. mob!tom holland x reader | w. 505 | cw. mentions of violence, blood, kidnap, a little bit of angst if you squint, mostly fluff.
note. hey lovey! thank you for requesting, I'm sorry it isn't very long, I haven't been feeling very well. but I hope you enjoy this! as always, be nice and tomen agüita💋
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Tom was in the middle of a meeting when he had gotten the call, they took you. How did it happen, he wasn’t sure; he always made sure you had the best security, especially with how tense things have been lately. He was doing everything in his power to not lose his mind, he knew you’d tell him you can take care of yourself, he personally made sure of that, but he couldn’t help but fear losing you. It hadn’t been long, less than an hour since you disappeared before he knew you were missing and it took him even less time to find you.
What almost everyone ignored, only a few knew, was that when your relationship got serious, Tom and you agreed to place a tracker on you. Literally inside of you. It was untraceable, nobody would even notice it was there, and it made sure Tom could always find you. That’s how he knew they had you in an old warehouse outside of town. While he prepared everything to go get you, you were being interrogated by your captors. They were rough, and you’ll definitely end up with more than one bruise, but it wasn’t too bad. However, they were growing impatience with your lack of response; they had called Tom and set a meeting away from where you were. Tom divided his men in two teams, so he could come get you while his men got rid of the rest of them.
You weren’t sure about how much time passed, suddenly it was pandemonium. Bodies were dropping on the floor, bullets were flying everywhere, screams and that distinctive metallic smell filled your senses until you felt him. His hands were around you; Tom took you in his arms and whispered sweet nothings in your ears. He was so proud of you; you had done well; he apologized countless times and swore to you this would never happen again. After he made sure a doctor checked on you and you promised him you were fine, he carried you home. He had talked on the phone with Harrison and everything was under control, he could focus on taking care of you now.
– Maybe I should get myself kidnapped more often, if it gets me all this attention.
You joked trying to lighten the mood, but he didn’t think it was funny and just gave you a nasty look. After you arrived home, he took off both of your clothes as the bath was filling up and lowered your body into the warm water before setting himself behind you and bringing you close to him. As you felt him, you closed your eyes and laid your head against his shoulder letting out a sigh. It was like a weight had been lifted, everything was fine again, you two were together. Tom noticed your body relaxing and he understood why, he felt the same way. In the end, all he needed was to have you in his arms, safe and sound, right where you belonged.
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heyyy can i get a mob!tom x reader, where tom's rival mob gang uses the reader as a leverage and hurt her and like tom gets rlly mad and just some fluff with angst y'know? thanks love
I had to do another post cuz the tags weren't working ):
here you go
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hi! do you mind recommending some writers who write with they/them pronouns as a default or doesn't include explicit gender/appearance/etc mentions in their fics?
I’ll be honest with you, I’m probably not the best person to answer this but I’ll try to help you.
I don’t really know any specific Tumblr writers who write gender neutral fanfictions but you can always search the tags for them.
For example, if you want a Tom Holland one shot with a gender neutral reader then you can search “Tom Holland x gender neutral reader” or “Tom Holland x gn!reader” or “Tom Holland x gender neutral!reader”
You can obviously do this with any other character x gender neutral reader.
I’m sorry I can’t be much help on this, I wish I could do more but I hope this was even a tiny bit of help :)
Ps. If any Tumblr writers come across this post who write for gender neutral readers, please let me know below or through ask.
Edit- some recommendations by @kickingn-ames
More recommendations by @youreobsessedwithmarvel
More gn!reader fanfics by @coffeesfortom
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Heyyyy beauty I have a request for you, could you write a fic about you and Tom in the middle of a seggsy time, when your son comes into your room and asks you to play with him. So you ended up ditching Tom to go and play with him, and then tom is all mad a jelly with you. ALSO congrats on ALMOST 100 FOLLOWERS BESTIE!!!!!
Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, jealous Tom, fluff
A/n: So I would normally let you pick your son's name, but am just too lazy for that rn due to it being 2 am lol, so Lucas it'll be 😂
It was a lazy Sunday, Lucas was out on summer break, Tom was home full time, and you were ready to enjoy your boys to the fullest. Like now, Lucas was in the playroom watching a movie, so of course, you and Tom had to take advantage of that. Lucas was 4, he was curious, but he was a chill toddler. He loved to play in the garden, which was huge. Swimming, running, jumping in the trampoline, running around with Tessa, throwing the ball around, football, soccer, basketball, everything was doable in the garden. So Lucas being a toddler meant he loved to play, more specifically with his parents.
Right now, you and Tom were kind of busy. You both had to be careful. Even though Lucas was still young, you can never really trust what a person remembers. Both tangled in the sheets, soft moans and giggles are the only things filling the room. The thick layer of the duvet was the only thing that covers both of your naked bodies. When you and Tom got married, you stopped using the word ¨fuck¨ to describe sex. Tom said it sounded non-romantic and offensive. He said the term ¨making love¨ sounded more like something a married couple would do. You hate it. It sounds so cheesy, but you deal with it, it's worth it. Tom loved you with his soul and body, he showed you perfectly. Every touch was delicate, every kiss full of passion, every look full of lust. It was impossible to be more in love with someone like Tom was in love with you.
He kissed your collarbone as he kept thrusting inside of you. You pulled his curls and kissed his cheek. Toms was getting close, you could feel yourself getting closer as well. Everything in that moment was perfect, almost perfect. All of a sudden the door bursts open and you both stop immediately to look at each other. Tom was on top of you, the duvet covering everything but your heads. Tiny footsteps approach closer as you and your husband are trying to figure out what to do.
¨Mommy can we go play outside?¨You toddler asked
¨Baby am kind of busy right know¨ You respond through gritted teeth.
¨But you are just laying in bed with daddy¨ His baby voice spoke, Tom pretended to be asleep so it would play off as if you both were cuddling.
¨Yes but¨ you lower your face to see Tom resting his head in your neck asleep ¨daddy is asleep right now and I don't want to wake him¨You made up another excuse.
¨Please mommy¨ He begged as he shakes his legs
¨Okey, okay baby, i´ll be right out, go and decide what we are playing¨ You said to get him out of the room.
¨Yayyyy, OH shhhh¨He realized his dad was still asleep. When Lucas left the room Tom pouted at you.
¨And now what do YOU want Mr?¨ You asked jokingly.
¨I also want mommy to play with me, but no, she gotta go play with the other boy¨ He sassed.
¨The other boy as in your son?¨ You asked
¨Well yeah, but what about me? When do I get my mommy play time¨ He kept talking pretending to be Lucas.
¨Tom I swear, can you get off¨ You tried pushing him off you, but failed.
¨Because I say so¨ He said wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.
¨Baby please, we´ll continue tonight. Lucas is waiting¨ You begged, and he let go. You put on a shirt and some sweatpants, walking past Tom on your way out of the room you saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, with a pair of boxers on and a sad face.
¨You don't love me anymore¨ He pouted for attention
¨Shut up, I love you more than anything in this world¨ You kissed him
¨No because you choose to go play catch instead of playing with my dick-¨
¨OKEY, I get it am sorry, let's do something tonight. Let's go out or something. I promise you I still love you, it's just sex it´s not the end of the world.¨ You kissed his forehead while Tom's mouth hanged open at your comment.
¨You see, I love Lucas with all of my heart, but that, that comment was rude¨ He said and you laughed ¨ That would have never happened before Lucas, you weren't such a brat back then you couldn't live without my sex.¨ He smirked at the memories of your early dating years, and you rolled your eyes before exiting the room, leaving Tom on the edge of the bed half-naked. A few seconds after you left the room you came back and stood in the doorway with one last thought.
¨If am being a brat, I should be punished¨ You winked and left for real, this time leaving Tom with a devilish smirk on his face
¨Y/n Holland don't you dare walk away, DONT YOU DARE DARLING¨
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