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aussie-mantle · 6 years ago

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nervous

pairing: frat!college tom au

wc: 3.9k

summary: tom’s nervous about a few things, his soccer grand final, meeting your parents and telling you that he loves you.

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"Keen for the game?" Harrison started the conversation after Tom tosses him the tennis ball in the backyard of the frat house.

"Yeah." Tom tossed the ball unenthused.

"What's on your mind?" Harrison tossed the ball back.

"Just a lot on my mind." He mumbled as he continued to toss the ball. "I'm meeting (y/n)'s parents tonight after the game, and I know I shouldn't worry but I'm hella nervous. I'm more nervous about that than the actual game." Tom chuckled at how stupid he sounded right now. Six months ago, he wouldn't dream of meeting your parents, hence six months ago he would've grabbed any girl at the frat house, released some energy by fucking her in a spare room and then getting her to leave before the sun comes up the next morning and never speak to her again, but then you came into his life. You smiled at the thought of your name. His mind flashed back to the day he met you at a party Harrison was hosting. His eyes were on you the moment you walked into the door. You approached a friend of yours first giving her a hug and hung out with her all night.

Tom knew you from campus and a lecture you both shared. You knew everyone and everyone knew you. You were super friendly. You weren't dorky but you paid attention to all your classes and at a stable 4.0 GPA. You weren't one of those cheerleaders who physically would throw yourself at any guy in a twenty foot radius. You were, you were you. You were the first girl Tom ever got nervous about.

As Tom left a room, which you know is his bedroom, you bumped into him after going to the bathroom.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." You say almost spilling your drink on his shirt, your instincts go to touch his chest to see if the liquid had stained his shirt.

"H-hey, you're (y/n) right?" His eyes lift up and for the first time every he's think with his head and not his dick, and his eyes a inline with yours and not your chest.

"Yeah, Tom, yeah?" You question for conversation. "Nice to see you again." You smile and wrap your arms around his neck for a hug.

"Yeah you too." He places his hands on your back, right near your spine. It's actually the first hug Tom's had in months. He doesn't want to ruin the moment so he keeps his hands well away from your lower back.

"Sorry was that to-to much?" You pull back and Tom lets go of you.

"N-no, it was, uhh nice." Tom finalized on as he gestures for you to go down the stairs first and you do so. Your hand on the railing balancing yourself and you drink in the other hand. Unbeknownst to you at the time, Tom actually had a hand near yours with the drink in it in case you tripped or fell he could catch you.

Harrison was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs.

"Did you find the bathroom okay?" He asked living Tom a look of disapproval.

"Yeah, thanks." You flash Harrison a grin as your friend waved you back over. "See you around." You say bye to Tom. Harrison saw the look in Tom's eyes as you left. He wanted to get to know you more. As cheesy as it sounds, he wanted to know about your hopes and dreams, were you a rom com type of girl or did you prefer horror movies? What was your favourite snack food? Had you ever watched him play? What caused you to remember his name? Was it something he said? Or did you hear rumors about him on campus? Maybe you were just being nice.

Tom was cut from his thoughts when Harrison smirked a chuckle, "You really like her don't you." He tossed the ball one last time, and his best mate lifted his head and smiled shyly.

"I think I love her Harrison."

Tom sat in the locker room, the sounds of the cheers from the bleached echoed the change rooms. Tom's coach was pacing, saying his last words of encouragement an occasional shout at a certain player for not pulling their weight this season, but why did he matter now? Tom's leg jittered nervously, bouncing up and down as he coach pointed to Tom.

"Holland, rub forward, you need to sprint forward, you're not going to get the ball if you're behind, you understand me kid?"

"Y-yes coach."

"You were in great form at training, don't let me down. Don't none of youse let me down!" The coach addressed the team. "I am bloody proud of you all, and you all deserve this win." The coach finalized and left the locker room with his clipboard of positions to tell the boys at the bench before the game was about to start. Tom leaned back in his lock and plugged his headphones in his ear and listened to his warm up playlist he made himself at the start of round one. He shut his eyes and tried to distract himself from the game at hand. He sighed heavily, his heat beating out of his chest. The earplugs were pulled from his with a yank by Harrison who asked if he was ready. Tom proudly stood up and lifted his socks higher, following him out of the change rooms as the crowds began to cheer and shout. Tom ran onto the pitch with Harrison, the black number 13 on his back facing the crowd. As per every game, their warm up was a simple jog on field as a few practice kicking drills to either a team mate or the goals, where the keeper Tuwaine stuck to defense.

As Tom's coach whistled for the boys to gather around the bench by the side of the pitch Tom took this moment to look up to the crowd. Holy shit there were a lot of people here. It took him a good twenty seconds or so to find you in the crowd. You sat about three rows back. You had the teams cap on and Tom's black and white training guernsey on. On your left was his mother and to your right sat Harry. You seemed to be in a conversation with Harry about something, giggling away at something you said until everyone's bodies turned down the line and what could only be your mother and his father passing down snacks they had brought at a vendor stall. Tom smiled at the way your eyes lit up at the nacho chips you shared with Harry as they sat on his knee. Tom noticed his mother's body language towards you. It wasn't side on, but rather open. Nikki has asked you a question and Tom saw the way you turned from his brother to her, answering her question as Nikki reacted to your answer. Things must've been going well. The only person Tom couldn't spot was your father. Tom's coach flicked a snap in Tom's face to focus his attention on him.

"Holland, I want you in centre midfield, Osterfield stick to centre-back." The coach aggressively pointed to the positions of his white board.

"Understood coach." Harrison nodded his head quickly agreeing. With a last few reminders, coach told everyone to 'hands in' and they did so, with a chant they spilt around the field, in their starting positions.

The team had won, 5-2 and the players jumped on each other to celebrate. The game concluded with a medal presentation where the player of the match was prevention to Harrison Osterfield for his defense work and the player of the season was gifted to, your boyfriend, Tom Holland which he definitely deserved, not that you're bias or anything. As the team photo was being taken, the crowd were allowed to mingle of the pitch as long as it was kept civilized. Tom spilt up from the team as he saw his parents walk towards him.

"Your goal was phenomenal." Dom shook his sons hand congratulating him, "I'm so bloody proud of you." You smile at his dad softness.

"Thanks dad." He smiled as Nikki went next and hugged her oldest son. "We're all proud of you."

"Thanks mom, it means a lot that you're here." Tom grinned letting go of his mothers grip. Sam hugged his brother next, and Tom questioned Harry's absent.

"He went to chat with Sherri," you laugh, "wants to know if she needs him to hold her hand in the haunted mansion at the carnival." You tease and Sam laughs.

"Fucking pussy can't even hold it in for two seconds." Just as Nikki scowls her son for his inappropriate language, Tom wraps his arms around your and yours wrap around his neck.

"How do you feel?" You place a soft kiss on his lips as you reach up on your tippy toes.

"I feel like I'm on cloud nine." Tom pressed down another kiss upon your lips. One hand stays on Tom's neck whereas the other one glides across Tom's cheek and he smirks into the kiss.

"You know, I reckon you should shower, don't want you smelling like sweat all night." You chuckle and Tom rolls his eyes.

"What is it with you and my smell? I smell fantastic." Tom acted offended and pulled his head back a little bit more.

"You smell like wet grass." You note.

"You love it." He teases tucking your hair behind your ear even though it was tucked away by the cap you still wore.

"I don't." You poke your tongue out and he chuckled as just your parents walk over. The two of you spilt but Tom lives his hand in your hand. "Mum, Dad, this is Tom." You gesture to the greeting triangle.

"It's nice to meet you Mr and Mrs (l/n)."

"You too Tom, you played so well. (y/n) tells us that you've been playing soccer for a while now." You mother shakes her hand with Tom's and Tom nods the answer to her question.

"I've been playing since a child, I absolutely love it." There were only a few things he loved, his family and his dog, the sport he played and slowly but surely, he was falling in love with you. "Apologies for my sweaty hands," Tom nervously joked wiping them on his top and goes to shake your fathers hands. You watch him hesitate but he grips Tom's hand tightly and shakes it firmly. Your father doesn't say a word. He doesn't like the way Tom is touching you. The way he kissed you after his match. All the bells and whistles were going off in Tom's mind.

"Boy needs to man up some more." You heard your father mumble under his breath as Tom lets go of the handshake.

"We'll meet you at the restaurant." You wave good bye to your mother who lets you know the address of the pub you're all going to meet at, whilst Tom disappears to have his shower in the change rooms. After the shower, he changed into a plain white tee with plaid pants as his converse. You added a jacket to you outfit as it was getting chilly and Tom stole his cap off your head and claimed it back as his own.

Your mother had asked Nikki about any nice restaurants in the area, that could take them all in. Nikki settles on a pub close to the soccer pitch, that was only a few minutes driving distance.

The waiter go you to your table by the back of the pub, and gave you all menus.

You sat down next to Tom and he placed a hand on your thigh, and offered to pour you a glass of water. You father scoffed at the scene but you ignored it, convinced he was putting in a show he thought he would ask some hard hitting questions.

"So Tom, what are you plans after college?"

"Well, I was hoping to be drafted into a soccer program they offer closer to London but I'm currently studying teaching specializing in theatre studies and global relations." Tom answered, "with is where I met (y/n), we have our social relations lecture together." Your father gave that a pass.

"Are you planning on staying in London."

"I-it depends, if I get a teaching role I'd love to stay close but the soccer program allows me to reach out and play for other clubs around Europe." Tom know understood why you hadn't introduced the two of them yet up until now.

"And Thomas, what are your views on-"

"Dad, cool it." You grit your teeth together as you could see the pent up frustration on your fathers face and the goosebumps on Tom's arm behind to rise as the waitress came back over to take your orders. You and Tom only ordered a small amount of food as you were both going to the party held at the frat where pizza would be supplied.

You excused yourself from the table and headed to the direction of the bathrooms. Upon exciting the bathroom stalls you spotted your father waiting for you. You sigh annoyed but knew the conversation was coming. The fueled up aggression was building up.

"Dad, just tell me, why don't you like him? You've literally only talked to him for two minutes and you seem to have this image in your head that he has to uphold and he's not." You cross your arms. You father always protected more you over any of siblings. Saying that he was 'just looking out for you'. Your dad was receiving bad vibes from Tom. You leaned against wall to the communal washing basin area and your fathers eyebrows dipped to a frown.

"(y/n), I know you like him, but I'm worried I don't think you should-" your father began.

"Dad." You groan rolling your eyes.

"I think he's bad news (y/n). He's a frat boy, I used to be one of them, I know what they're like. He only thinks with his cock and only cares about his sport. Boys in sport won't go far, they can't support you, and what's going to happen when you get a successful job and Tom's doing absolutely shit all because he choose soccer as his extra curricular rather than debate club or something." You've both literally be dating each other for about six months and you're father mind is focused on you finishing college and what Tom's intentions with his daughter was.

"Dad that's not true." You shake your head. Sure Tom used to, but not any more. In the back of your head you had that worry, but it wasn't until Harrison noticed a change and the warmth and embrace you received from his family, you realized he was a different person.

"Boys like him are just going to take advance of you sweetheart, I'm just looking out for you." You father tried to please you but you weren't having it.

"Dad, look, I really like Tom, and he's family are super welcoming okay? If you're not going to be nice to him, just don't say anything at all, okay." You wanted to stomp your foot like a three year old having a tantrum in the supermarket because they wanted a lollipop and couldn't have it. "Now let's just go back to mom and pretend nothing happened, okay?" You glare at your father and he shakes his head.

"Tell your mother that I'll be at our hotel." He couldn't even look at you as he walked out and straight out of the restaurant. You couldn't believe it. You swallow a deep breath, and compose yourself before going back to the table where you food was served.

"Sweetheart where'd you father go?" Your mother peeked up.

"He said he wasn't feeling well," you lie, "maybe something about the plane food."

"Everything okay with your dad?" Tom worries a whisper in your ear as his arm coaxed your shoulders in a comforting way.

"Yeah." You pick up your fork and pick at your food for a second but your eyes glance up to the empty spot in front of you where your dad sat. Tom places a soft peck you your temple and runs the opposite shoulder comforting. You continued to eat dinner in peace. Your mothers chatted about their lives and common similarities such as scrapbooking and photography. Nikki spoke highly of her son the whole time which embarrassed Tom like no tomorrow. You both thanked your parents for the meal as everyone entered the carpark and left in their respected cars. Your mother asked for Tom's number so she could contact him and vise versa in case something important happened to either one of you. Nikki promised to have you over for dinner one night during finals so you could take a break and enjoy a healthy meal.

After the debacle at dinner, you swore to yourself to never put Tom and you father in a room ever again. You enter the frat house and the party was in full swing. Your hand tucked in Tom's as he dodges his way to the kitchen where the kegs are set up. This will get your mind off things.

"Can I get you a drink?" Tom offers pulling two red cups out of the plastic wrapping as a team mate of Tom's jumps up and grabs Tom by the shoulders and massages them.

"Dude, your last goal was amazing." The blonde congratulated him and they bro-hugged.

"Thanks Josh." Tom gratefully spoke and grabbed the two red cups off the table and gave on to yourself truly and after a quick clink if your cups, Tom lifted the cup to his mouth. Tom wanted to down his drink as he was celebrating his win. The liquid in his cup had almost emptied by the time his ring finger lifted off the cup and grazed his t-zone section to gulp the last remaining drops of liquid courage he desperately needed.

Harry asked for your help, as wingman to help him set the two of them up together, wingman. Tom being the lad he was, danced around with Harrison, downing a shot or two like no tomorrow.

During the night you saw that Tom was about to crash, and you were thankful Sam had offered him water earlier than usual so he was sobering up fast. The loud nose irritated Tom's ears and his hearing was impaired in the loud room. Tom was getting sick of the party already but knew he was going to last until the wee hours of the morning.

"Do you want to go to my room?" Tom titled his head in the direction of his room upstairs as Tuwaine nudged his mate hoping that the two of you would 'get it on' tonight, but Tom wasn't in a fantastic state so you'd celebrate a different time. As you and Tom walked up the stairs, hand in hand, Tom in front of you and halted you to, "Wait."

"What? Are you okay? Is everything okay Tom?" You worried hoping he wasn't going to be sick.

"This is where we met." You chuckled at the bathroom door diagonally opposite Tom's door. You wondered why he had mentioned it now rather than any other time you had both walked up those stairs together.

Tom sits down on the ground with his legs out straight. His back leans against the wall and you give him an odd look as to why he's sitting on the ground when his room is right there. You don't question it when he taps where he wants you to sit. You decide to sit opposite him, but next to his thighs facing him. Tom's hand find yours and holds them in his lap.

"You alright now?" You asked him cautiously. It was a bit quieter upstairs.

"Yeah, just wanted to go somewhere a little more private." Tom nodded his head and lifted your hands up and placed a kiss to your knuckles.

"I need to tell you something." Tom started and you nodded intrigued.

"You can tell me anything." You give him a warm smile and he drops yours hands in his lap. Your mind ran back to you dad's words earlier. Maybe he was only just in it for show. "I'm worried, because I don't want to mess anything up."

"O-okay." You curiously question. Tom's right hand digs in his front jeans pocket and pulls out a necklace.

"As you know, I'm not good at expressing my feelings towards you." Tom looked down at the ground. Why was he so nervous, it wasn't like he was proposing. "But I got you this," Tom lifts your palm open and places the dainty silver chain, with the lower case 't' which gently hangs in the middle, in your palm.

"It's gorgeous Tom." You gleam softly. It was probably the best gift anyone had ever given you. "B-but why?"

"Because I think," shaking his head he pauses, "no, I know I love you."

"Oh Tom." You gasp your free hand clutches your heart. "I know how hard that must've been to say that." Your heart melts at the site of your nervous boyfriend. "I love you too." You soft eyebrows furry upwards and you place the hand with the necklace in it, on his cheek and pull him half way.

"You're the greatest thing that's happened to me." Tom quietly confesses as his lips connect to your softly. The chapped lips meet yours, and the taste of beer against his lips linger but other than that, this moment couldn't have been any more perfect. You didn't know Tom was a romantic guy, specially since he's been 'off the market' thanks to you, he's turning back to his old self and people have been noticing improvements. The kiss made you feel giddy inside, and Tom's hand made its way to behind your head, pushing you closer to his. Your romantic kiss didn't last long as Tom pulled away and gently removed your hand form his cheek and looked at the dangling necklace.

"D-Do you not like it?" A look of worried his reflected on his face. You would've known that the star player had so many emotions.

"Tom, baby, it's gorgeous." You admire the necklace. "Could you put it on me?" Tom un clips the chain and loops of around his neck and clips it back together. His finger gently trace around the chain and to the lower case 't'. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me. I appreciate you so much," Tom spoke. This dudes growth has changed so much since you met. You were so utterly proud of him, and it didn't matter what your dad had said, you loved him, and you were both happy with each other, even with the stress of finals coming up, you spent the night at Tom's every night in a comforting homely embrace. It wasn't hard for Tom to tell you that he loved you very second of the day, but what took the biggest toll on his was that your father still didn't like him, even start being granted a position in the soccer program Tom had dreamed off.

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aussie-mantle · 6 years ago

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aussie-mantle · 6 years ago

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can’t sleep

this is just a little thing I wrote for @whatevsholland’s 700 followers writing challenge.

pairing: tom holland x reader

prompt: ‘why are you up so early?’

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Tom turned his head side to and read to himself the glowing numbers on his clock.

4:47am. Tom groaned a little too loud, he had a right too. He was annoyed. It was still the middle of the night. His body clock was used to waking up around 5:00 am for his recent Marvel movie. He sighed and gently placed a kiss on your forehead, where you head lay on his chest.

"Mhmm?" You mumbled out tiredly.

"Go back to sleep darling." Tom says slipping his hand back from under your body and sliding out of bed without too many creaks.

"Why are you up so early?" You ask him, turning to your side, leaning on your elbow facing him. Your eyes were still half closed due to the fact you still wanted more sleep.

"I can't sleep. I might just go walk Tessa around the block." He places a soft peck to your temple. "I'll be back soon." Tom takes off his pajamas pants and swaps them for some tracksuits pants which were lying around in the room. You didn't want him to be alone this time of the morning, you really wanted him back in bed but that wasn't going to happen now was it. He was stubborn.

"Can I come?" You ask sitting up some more.

"On the walk?" He questions, raising an eyebrow and you give him your best puppy dog eyes and he can't resist. It wasn't like to you get up early, but wanted to spend every minute you could with him now that he was back at Kingston. "Of course you can." He smiled and you yawn into a stretch and get off the bed. You also change into a paid of tracksuits pants and a jumper which was lying around. It didn't really matter what you were wearing because no one else would be seeing you at 5am walking your dogs. Due to the chilly morning, Tom added a beanie to complete his look and yourself a scarf. In one hand, Tom help the two dog leashes, and in the other, yours. You wrapped both your hands around Tom's trying to give it warmth as you began to walk around the block. Both Tessa and Frank were super excited to be going for their walk, but you'd make sure this wasn't going to become a routine thing. Tom was obliviously suffering from jet lag and his body clock waking up early so you accepted that but you really hoped he'd get some sleep. You could see he looked exhausted and sick at the same time. Not a type of cold sick, he just looked unhealthily tired. You wrote yourself a mental note to make some chicken soup for him when you got home, maybe that would help him out. You walked around a few blocks of houses, admiring the peacefulness of the streets, the way the trees whistled as the wind blew through them. A few street lights where on which helped guiding your walk.

"Getting sleepy yet?" You asked Tom as he took the two dogs off their leashes for them to run around the local park for a few minutes.

"Yeah," he yawned and you giggled. "Little bit." You both sat on the park bench watching the two dogs play around with each other, running circles and trying to tire the other one out. You didn't even realize till now, but Tom had leaned his head on your shoulder and was snoozing. You rolled your eyes and nudged him away. "Come on, let's go back home. It'll be more comfortable for you to sleep in our bed." You remind him of the warmth at home rather than the chilly breeze outside.

"Yeah, yeah." He paused. "I guess you're right." He got up from the bench and cracked his neck and whistled for the two dogs to run back to their owner. The walk home was alway quicker than the walk home, but Tom slowed down at a few points so you had to double check he wasn't sleep walking.

You were just glad Tom was finally falling asleep. You put the heater back on which was going warm up your bodies and remove the frosty air in the home. Tessa cuddled right up to her owner, which Tom slung his arm around her. You smiled at the cuteness and took a sneaky photo before heading to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast and get a start on the soup. Tom was thankfully for you in so many ways, and you were convinced that the walking tired him out so you encouraged him to go on a walk just before your usual bed time or turn off his bright phone which consistently buzzed a little earlier just so he could relax and calm his mind. You even tried to spray lavender on his pillow but he hated that smell so you stopped doing that. It took about a week for Tom to get into a good sleeping schedule, and you could tell that he was looking a lot healthier than before and you were super grateful for that. Although there were a few times during the week where he just fell into a nap as you watched tv or if he accidentally woke you up in the middle of the night he was super apologetic but made it up to you. You were just glad that he was back in Kingston with his family having a break from acting to focus on his health and well-being.

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the party

just another imagine I wrote for @thollandss 1.5 writing challenge.

prompt: ‘did your mom say it was okay?’

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

warnings: brad davis, swearing, smut (fingering and oral, male receiving). BOTH PETER AND READER ARE 18+. I wrote them as seniors in high school.

word count: 4.9k

note: still trying to figure out the ‘read more’ link...

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"So, you busy this weekend?" Ned asked as he placed his red tray down onto the table Peter was sitting at with MJ, who sat in the corner.

"Uh, y-yeah. (Y/N) has a free house so I'm going to crash at hers." Peter shrugged picking at the muffin he ordered.

"Free house huh? That's exciting, not only for you, but your dick." Ned chuckled and MJ almost spat out her milk she drank.

"Dude, shut up." Peter glared at Ned.

"What?" Ned looked up at his best mate. Peters cheek tinted a red. He hated talking about his sexual life as it was non existent. "Peter, answer me honestly." Ned paused. "Have you and (Y/N) been ever been intimate." Peter and you had kissed and stuff, and Peter swears he's sexually attracted to you because there was that one time he got a boner thinking about you whilst in the shower.

"I-I don't know what you mean?"

"Have you guys had sex yet?" MJ butted in wanted to know if her best mate was 'getting some' as the kids would say. Peter shook his head embarrassed.

"Wait a minute." Ned put his hand up to shut Peter up, not that he had actually said yes or no. "You and (Y/N) have been together, for like six months now, and you'd done nothing?" Ned curiously asked, and also frustrated with the fact that his best mate could be having be cock sucked right now and he's not. "You prude."

"I-it's not that."

"What is it then Peter?" MJ shuffled her body close to the two boys and their intense chat.

"I-I don't think I'm good enough for her. She dated Brad before me, and look at him," Peter gestures to the way Brad walked over to the table you sat on with your friends. Your fling with Brad lasted the summer, and that was all. Brad wanted to continue the relationship for longer but you refused, as Peter came back into the picture, you wanted him more. Brad sat by your table, and slung his arm over your shoulders, which you shivered off and poked your tongue out at him. He then turned to the girl on his left and flirted with her for a while.

"He's a star footballer, I'm sure he's packing more, and what if she's expecting something like that, and when I take clothes off, she's disappointed."

"Have you seen yourself? She drools over you in gym class, all the girls do." MJ pointed out.

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of Peter." Ned sympathized with his best mate and then everyone's phones buzzed.

(Y/N): party at mine because brads pissing me off

Peter looked and saw all of your year level and a few additional people you knew from cheer and decathlon were invited.

"Looks like you're not getting laid tonight then." Ned bit his tongue and MJ laughed. Peter folded his arms and hunched in his seat.

"Can we just drop the subject of me getting laid please? May literally asks me if I've used the condoms she got me in freshman year yet."

"Condoms have an expiry man." Ned chuckled chewing on his pasta that was offered at the cafe. Peter just rolled his eyes, and groaned a "I said fucking drop it." He was frustrated. He threw his half eaten muffin in the bin and walked to his locker, hoping to find something that could distract him, maybe a calculus book of something.

"Hey, you okay? I saw you storm off." You had followed him from his outburst at his table with Ned and MJ so you excused yourself from yours, a good excuse to get away from Brad Davis and followed Peter to his locker. You leaned against the locker next to his and ran your hand up and down biceps.

"It's nothing." Peter looked down at the floor.

"Are you sure? You looked pretty upset." You gave him your softest puppy dog eyes.

"Just stressed is all." Peter mumbled, finally looking at you after he placed a kiss on his cheek. "What time do you want me to come to yours tonight?" Peter asked grabbing a book from his locker.

"Mhmm, around seven ish. I'm just going to set up and stuff," you let him know and he nods but you and see something is still puzzling him. You question him about it and he brushes it off as a head ache. "I can cancel the party if you just want to stay in, just the two of us." Peter groaned inwardly. He knew you probably didn't mean to make it sound sexual, but that's all he could think about.

"It's cool, we still have all weekend." Peter said dropping the pile of books back in his locker.

"If you want to come over earlier, I'm sure I can find a way to make up for lost time." You press a kiss just by the corner of his lips, just as you trail your fingers by his collar. "Something to keep us entertained before the guests arrive." Peter nods quickly. "You're cute, you know that Peter." You giggle and give him another peck on his cheek and skip off to your locker to get ready for your next class just as the bell rings.

~*~

You were FaceTime to Cindy as you got ready for you party. You wore linen blended frill skirt in black and a white crop top you tied at the front which you paired with your favorite sneakers you wore to every party for comfort.

"I'm just worried I don't have enough food." You told her trying to blend your eyeshadow in perfectly.

"I'm sure you've got enough. It's not like there's going to be any gate crashers." Cindy chuckled as she straightened her hair in her bathroom.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You say, "I'm kind of regretting throwing this party."

"Why?" Cindy asked interested. Secretly you just wanted to spend the weekend with Peter, watch a movie with him, cook a nice meal and maybe, just maybe discuss being intimate with him.

"I didn't want to single Brad out." You roll your eyes at your piss poor excuse.

"You can't cancel it now." Cindy groaned frowning and the quickly said "wrinkles" and smoothed out her forehead. "I'll just send him a text letting him know he can come for an hour or two. If things get out of hand we'll just call the police."

"My Mom is going to kill me." You huff knowing she's going to find out about the party your throwing sooner or later.

"Did your mom say it was okay?"

"She thinks I'm just having a few friends over."

"(Y/N) you invited the whole entire year. Literally no one ever invited everyone. That's like, 100 people." She gasped.

"I know! That's why I'm worried about the food."

"I'll order pizza if things get out of hand." Cindy gives you a small smile.

"You're the best." You cheer just as you head a horn beep. "Hey that's going to be Peter, I gotta go!" You wave to the phone screen.

"I'll see you soon." She waves back and hangs up on your face time with her just as you run down the stairs and to your front door where Peter is standing with his back pack over his shoulders. He's wearing his usual jeans, grey tee and blue checked flannel shirt he wore to most parties.

"Have fun you two!" May waves from her car just as you open the door.

"You look, really good, like really good." Peter stumbles over his wording as you let him inside. "A-aren't you going to be cold though?"

"That's why I've got you." You wink at him shutting the front door and locking it.

"D-Do you want some help setting up? I know I got here a little early." Peter rubbed behind his ear, a tick he's had for a long time, whenever he was nervous or ashamed he rubbed behind his ear.

"I've just got like, dips and things, if you wouldn't mind helping that would be great." You smile, "but you forgot something." You giggle and lean on your tippy toes. Peter eyes widen and look at his back pack in his hand.

"Uhm..." he trailed off and you giggled against his lips, placing a soft kiss on them. They were always chapped, but after you had kissed him once or twice, they were softer than before. Peter helped you set up your kitchen and lounge room area with a large grazing table assortment of cheeses and dips, as well as bowls of chips in the lounge room in case people got hungry, and if MJ got stoned you got her some cinnamon rolls

Around 8 a few more people came and around 8:30 everyone you invited was at your house. Everyone were in their little groups, scattered around the first floor of your home. You didn't want anyone going upstairs, unless it was necessary, ie, likens to the bathroom. You were friends with everyone. You had a least one conversation with everyone who came. You were a people person. You didn't need attention from anyone, you were a giver and that's why people liked you. You were normal, your last name, not so much. Throwing a party when you mother and sister were out of town made you feel like the most normal you had ever been in a long time.

"Cute lip gloss! Can I borrow it?" Polly grinned as she found you talking to Jessica by the kitchen, leaning on the wall.

"Yeah of course. It's in my bathroom, I'll grab it later." You let her know and she nods trying to find Eugene. Peter wasn't a very social person, so you always found it entertaining when he tried to social with someone who was the total opposite of him. Cue the one and only Brad Davis.

You needed to keep the two boys separated for as long as you could.

"Fuck." You placed your empty cup on the kitchen island bench and stomped your feet in Brads direction. You didn't want to be mad at Brad as he hadn't done anything to annoy you, nope, take that back he rocked up.

"Hey," Brad approached you first. "Cindy messaged me beforehand, she said I could stay until you wanted to kick me out." You laughed at his words.

"Sounds like something I recall saying to her over FaceTime." You say and give him a small hug. Sure you were sick of his flirtatious ways, but he was a good guy after all. "Want to dance?"

"Don't look now, but your girl seems to be having a good time with Brad." Ned pointed to the two of you. From a far it looked like you were having a good time. Your hand in Brads as he twirled your around making you giggle. And this is why you hooked up with Brad over the summer. He gave you the attention you craved.

"Brad's here? Fucking shit." Peter crushed the can of drink in his hands and Ned chuckled. "I thought (Y/N) threw this party because it was anti-Brad."

"Yeah, he gate crashed. She's into bad boys." Ned chuckled as he waved for MJ to come over who was drunkenly dancing around with Cindy to Always Be My Baby. The blood in Peters body began to boil. He hates Brad Davis, and Peter rarely hated people. He didn't even hate Adrian Toomes. He thought about the first time you told Peter 'not to worry about Brad, he was just a summer fling, but here you were, dancing with him'.

Peter dodged his way into the dance floor and when you saw him your eyes lit up.

"Peter, come dance." You pull his arm and wrap them around his neck. "I love this shirt on you." You mumble behind his ear, playing with the collar of his shirt. "I'd prefer if it was on the floor of my bedroom though." You kiss his jaw and Peters eyes roll to the back of his head. Maybe it was the air, but Peter was so dazed he didn't even realize that you were dragging him upstairs to your room. You almost tripped up the stairs in the process. You pushed open your bedroom door and kicked your shoes off and so did Peter. He gulped loudly and took off your shirt.

"Fuck Peter," you say as you realize he was wearing way too many layers. "At least take one top off so we're even." You suggest and look your bedroom door. Peter nervously takes off his collared shirt and sits on the edge of your bed.

"Wh-What are we doing?" Peter nervously asks trying to read the room the two of you were in.

"We're just going to kiss and make out Peter." You giggle as pushed his legs a little wide and squeeze yourself in the space. "You've got nothing to worry about." You whisper giving him a reassuring kiss on his lips, pulling his bottom lip with your teeth and he opens up his mouth for your tongue. You taught him everything you knew so you were always quite dominant in this situations. Peters places his hands gently on your hip bones, running them up and down a little as you leaned further on top of him, pushing Peter back.

You had your own worries about Peter. Was he not sexually attracted to you? You understood he was new to the whole sexual intimacy thing, but you were sure the teenage boy you were kissing had definitely used his hands in more ways than one on himself. You hands trailed down his chest, pulling at the hem of the grey tee shirt he wore underneath the shirt he had already taken off. You lifted up most of his shirt in the fists of your hands, just up until his pectoral muscles and you broke apart the kiss. Peters poor lips were now covered in the gloss you wore and a little swollen. Peter tugged his shirt off and over his head and threw it by his bag in the corner of the room so he knew where it was for later. You lifted yourself off Peter and he pouted,

"What's wrong?"

"There are people downstairs." You point to your door.

"So?" Peter pleaded. "I want you to keep kissing me." You giggle at him and gesture him to push himself onto the bed more. Peter shuffled back to where you pillows perfectly lay, and sat a top of one. You needed to see your boy, so you flicked on a lamp by your desk, illuminating only half the room and then getting back onto your bed and climbing on top of your lap by swinging your leg over his crotch area.

"I wish these people weren't here." You mumble, just wanting to spend some time alone with Peter.

"Why's that darl?" Peter gently placed a kiss on your neck, a place he knew where if he could suck hard enough he could leave a hickie and Brad Davis would get jealous.

"Mhmm, you know, I wanted of trying something new this weekend." You quietly say near Peters ear and his kissing line down your shoulders and slides one of your bra straps off your shoulder, giving him more access to kiss down your chest. You lifted Peters chins up with your hand, placing both of your hands on his cheeks so he couldn't move his lips any lower but instead back on your lips where you liked them the most. Peter let out a small groan when you accidentally humped him by bucking your hips up and down and towards his chest. Oh how badly you just wanted to unbuckle his belt and pull those jeans off him, but he was making it hard. You respected that he wanted to wait, and you regretted throwing this party because like you said, you wanted to try something new with Peter. You had to bring it up. He was going to notice the way you were bucking your hips against him. The last time you did this, Peters face flushed red and told him that he had to go home to Aunt May, which pissed you off because you were keen to think that a few more bucks of your heat rubbing against Peter crotch, you could've gotten him hard.

"I know you're not ready to have sex yet." You say pulling Peter off your lips. He nodded slowly. "But I can't help, but, you know," you embarrassingly sigh. You were glad your face wasn't being shown by the light because it was super red, and your eyes were looking at Peter with lust.

"I'm super wet right now and I was hoping you would be comfortable with fingering me?" Your cheeks blush and Peters whole entire face turned red. He had dreamed of getting intimate with you, and maybe this was going to be the start of it. Maybe this was the weekend. Peter was too nervous to bring this up to you.

"I-if you don't want to, that's okay, I-I can wait till later." You giggle and press another kiss to his lips. Peter couldn't help but smirk against your lips.

"You'll have to teach me." He presses a kiss to your cheek. "What you like, and how to..." he trailed off and your eyes lit up. "You just let me know if you don't like it. I-I've never done it before." Peter confessed and you nodded biting your bottom lip.

"Okay, give me your dominant hand." You say and he puts out his right hand and you take his wrist and place it on your thigh. "Let me show you something first." You mumble and pick up his other hand. You chose your index and middle finger and traced the lines on his palm with the two of them. "I-I like this." You say doing the gentle action. "Just a little bit, it's like teasing." Peter nods his head as he learns. "A-and then I'll help you do the rest."

"A-are you sure?"

"Of course Peter, you're my boyfriend. I wouldn't want anyone else doing this to me." You compliment him and you notice his eyes soften. "Okay, so." You say and swap his left hand for his right hand. You lifted up your skirt a little higher, to just above your waist and show Peter the lace panties you were wearing. You glided Peter's right hand to the waist band of your panties and then down your skin, tucking his hands into your panties. His fingers tickled you and you let out a small giggle. He did what you showed him, he teased your slit by tracing it back a forth. Your right hand grabbed Peters shoulder and gripped it hand.

"O-Okay, now you'll feel a nub-" You say just as he finger caress over it. "That's it." You moan quietly. "Later on, when I'm about to cum, press your thumb on there, it like, it like helps." You teach and Peters trying to take everything in. "Okay, now for some more fun." You say and your left hand glides Peters hand a little further.

"H-how many do I put in?" Peter wonders.

"Well, I usually do two." You shrug your shoulders.

"Wait, you do this to yourself?" Peter asked shock, almost pulling his hand away.

"Y-Yeah." You look down at the space between your bodies, his hand under you. "Try with one first." You suggest and Peter fingers the spot and he dips his middle finger in and swirls it around slowly.

"Y-you weren't lying when you said you were wet." Even though Peter middle finger was only a few knuckles deep, you could feel the sensation pulsating through your whole body.

"M-move your finger up and down a little bit." You breathlessly say and he takes your instructions and moves his finger how you told him to.

"Oh god." You moan in his ear. He swears that turned him on and his senses gave him the power and confidence he needed.

"If I hurt you, you'll let me know right?" Peter reassures and you nod whimpering a bit. Peter inserts his index finger and you left hand from where it was outside your panties, shot to your beds headboard and gripped it hard.

"Peter- Peter- ohmygod." You moan in his ear, bucking your hips more and fucking his fingers. Each movement his fingers made, the wetter you got. Your other hand wrapped it's way around Peters neck and grabbed some of his flesh and scratched his back.

"S-Sorry." You say quietly, but you were all tied up in the moment. Peter was amazing by the way you moved up and down on his fingers. Fingers he used for shooting webs, writing down calculus notes, and fingers he ran through your hair before a nap after school.

"Al-almost there." You mutter, another moan of his name he skipped a third in. The hand which gripped the head board, met up with your hand around Peters neck, tugging at the back of his hair, and holding the pillow tight just as you were about to cum. Peter didn't know what to do. Should he leave his fingers in, and pull them out. Either way, he was going to get cum on his fingers and he didn't want to disappoint you.

"C-come on, do it for my baby girl." Peter encouraged and that's exactly what you needed to get you over the edge. The reflective liquid on Peters finger glisten. It was like silk. He had seen his own before, those few times he masterbated but this was different.

"You sure you've never done that before?" You giggle sitting down on his lap, a little cum staining his jeans. Thankfully he brought more for the weekend. As you lay your head on his bare chest, his lips were pecking the top of your head after every deep breath you took. You could help but notice the tent forming in Peters now tight jeans. Peter felt embarrassed, but always weirdly confident. He did wipe the rest of the liquid off on your sheets which were bound to dry soon.

"I-I didn't hurt you did I? I was worried. You know, the whole 'thwip' thing." Peters senses were giving him so many signals, and all of them were pulsating his crotch area. It was a tingle.

"No no, you didn't. You were, great, like really great." You complimented him, pecking his lips as a thank you. His confident peaking. He liked that, he liked seeing you like that.

"Hey Pete, you can obviously say no." You lift your head up to be in eye contact with the boy you loved. "W-would you like me to suck you off?" You say, your hand trailing down his smooth skin, tracing over his abs, each one more define than the other.

"Woah," Peter breathed at your bluntness. "Ye-Yeah. Yeah. I would." Peter gulped nervously nodding quicker that he did before. If he ever got a boner at home, he knew what to do. Have a shower, get some liquid soap and relieve himself.

"Okay, you gotta come to the edge of the bed though." You take his hand as you slip off his lap. "You gotta tell me what you like?"

"Where have I heard that before?" Peter overly cockily chuckled. You fixed up your bra strap from before and rolled your eyes. You started with slowly kissing his jaw and neck. You knew how he liked his adams apple to be teased, you have had a lot of practice in the last few months. You positioned yourself inside Peters man spread legs, dropping your hands to his belt and unclasping it. Toying with the stupid thing, you managed to in clip it and loosen it, unbuttoning and unzipping Peters jeans, you were excited to see what he was packing. You weren't disappointed at all. Not that you ever would be, but jesus that spider bite did many great things to Peter, and this was one of them. Peters dick sprung up, and his hands went to cover it.

"Baby, what are you doing? Do you want me to stop?" You asked worriedly.

"It's uhm, no one's ever seen it before." Peter was ashamed of how inexperienced he was.

"Well, from what I saw before your hands got in the way, I'd say I've got my work cut out." You giggle kissing down his pecks and abs. The thing line between his muscles now ever so sensitive. First testing the waters, just like Peter did to you. You wrapped one hand around his length and gave it a soft tug and a pull of the flesh, and pre-cum came in handy which you used like lube. You pressed a soft kiss to his head, a small whimper left his lips. You continued to lick his length a few times, increasing the length of your lick each time until your tongue and mouth was ready for his length. You started at his tip, the head. Insert a small bit as you sucked, one hand on his thigh holding yourself up and the other hand holding his length, gliding your mouth over his length as Peter moaned. As this was is first time, you didn't expect him to be very vocal and tell you what he liked and disliked. Peter was a shy boy, you so were surprised by his responses but not surprised by the fact you guys waited for six months to do anything more than kiss. Like most first timers, Peter didn't know what to do with his hands. He had one behind your head, encouraging you to go deeper, his other fisting your bed sheets in his hands. Peter uttered your name a few times but you were concentrating on Peter pleasure which looked like he was thoroughly enjoying. You couldn't have done it perfectly the first time, but anything other than his hands would do the trick. Your cheeks hollowed and you could feel Peter twitching his your mouth wanting a release. Your tongue swirled about his tip, Peter jolted as his cum shot down you throat. He didn't know if you were into that, or should he have giving you a warning that he was about to cum.

"I-I was really quick, I'm sorry." Peter panicked as you licked your lips. You caressed his cheek and gave him a small peck on his lips just as he pulled up his boxer shorts.

"Hey, you're going to be quick in your first time, maybe with some practice you can try and last longer." You smirk at Peter as you put your top back on. Your hand ran over the top of your chest and you giggled. "Going to need that jumper." You pointed as Peter unpack his back pack looking for the new pair of jeans he packed, he threw a jumper on to your bed. You picked it up, clenching it in your hands and brought it to your nose. Your senses received a whiff of his aftershave. The musky smell you grew to love on him. "We-we don't have to go down stairs." Peter suggested as he pulled off his jeans completely. "We could just stay here and like, cuddle?" Peter cringed at his expression. That was the soft Peter you loved.

"How about we go to the spare room instead considering my sheets are now ruined." You giggle putting your hand in his and give the back of his hand a kiss. You told Peter to head to the spare room first so you could check on the crowd control of your party. Most people had gone as Cindy had told them to piss off as the night went on. Only a few stragglers were hanging around. You met up with Peter in the spare room, he was forced to you for a good month when you started dating. Peppers rules. You told her about how Peter to taken things slow, she liked the boy, and knew him well that he wouldn't ever hurt or take advantage of you. She trusted him. Lying on Peters chest, in his jumper you trailed your fingers up and down his chest. Maybe tomorrow night the two of you would experiment some more, you did have the whole weekend to yourselves. Peters head rested above yours and he sighed.

"Thank you." Peter smiled looking down at you and rubbing your arm with his hand.

"Peter, you just let me know when you're ready okay? I'm happy to wait for you." You look up at him and place a peck under his jaw and then on his chin. You gave him a soft smile. "I'll be here when you're ready." Your kisses your softer than the passionate ones in your bedroom a few minutes ago. Rather than hungry for lust, they were full of love. The kind Peter really liked. He knew that he was almost ready for you, and he couldn't wait.

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aussie-mantle · 6 years ago

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delusions

I wrote this for @thollandss & @blissfulparker’s writing challenge. I put the two prompts together and made one blurb because I'm lazy af.

I hope you enjoy it.

pairing: frat! sam holland x best friend reader

prompts:

@thollandss - 'it's okay, I got you'

@blissfulparker - 'is that a dog?' 'no' (was meant to be tom but I had already started writing this as sam so I changed it)

warnings: accidental drug use, swears, throwing up. don’t take drugs kids.

word count: 1.7k

summary: you accidentally take marijuana and escasty at Sam’s frat party.

~*~

"Sam! Come get your girl!" Josh shouted to Sam over the music. Sam stopped talking to his mate who he was having a conversation with and whipped his head around when he heard his name. He saw Josh, struggling to keep your dead body weight above the ground and on two feet.

"Oh shit!" Sam's red cup dropped from his hands, the string liquid spilling on his brand new pair of shoes he wore, and bolted in the direction of Josh and you. He dodged a few people and saw Josh trying to help you drink from a bottle of water. Your state was drowsy, which was odd as you reminded Sam a few times during the day that you weren't going to drink at the party as you were going out the next day with his family.

"What happened?" Sam asked worriedly, bending down to your eye level once the two boys had helped you sit on the old couch, it’s cushions as comfortable as ever.

"Butterflies." You mumble trying to reach for the butterflies you saw in front of you. They were pretty blue ones. You tried to catch them with your bare hands but they kept flying away.

"Oh no, your parents are going to murder me." Sam mumbled to himself, placing hand on your knee and putting one under your chin, stabilizing your head. Your eyes were hooded and your eyelids began to droop. "(Y/N), what happened?" You didn't reply as your mind was else where.

"Bees." You squatted them away accidentally unknowingly hit Sam's shoulder. You were delusional and Sam huffed annoyed that something had happened to you when you were meant to be in his care. Not that he would say he was baby sighing you, but he invited you to the party and wanted to have a good night with you and his mates.

"Baby? (Y/N), are you high?" Oh you were more than high. The three weed brownies you ate from telling Sam you were going to the bathroom and the white and yellow pill someone gave you to make you 'feel better' wasn't making you feel better at all. You had clearly been taken advantage of and Sam regretted taking you to the fraternity party. Had you be taken advantage of due to the fact you were high or the fact you were alone at a frat house and didn't know where Sam was. "Okay, let's go outside, yeah?" Sam suggested and looked at Josh for help but he had already left. "Maybe the air might help." Sam knew it wasn't going to help much but he took you outside anyways. Groaning, Sam stood up and lifted you up off the couch, by putting his hands under your arms and then throwing one of your arms over his shoulders so he could walk you out of the frat house and outside. Leaving the front door and almost tripping over the white stone steps, Sam had to catch you just in case. The safest spot for you right now out of the party. Anything could've happened to you if Josh hadn't found you sitting in the hallway, by the bathroom.

Sam placed you down on the nature strip, sitting on the curb. You mouth ran dry and hung open. The feeling of needing to vomit was concerning Sam to the max.

"It's okay, I got you." He slowly sat you down and made sure you were comfortable on the grass. "I got you." Sam sighed looking at your state. Sam scurried to move from in front of you, to your side and sat down next to you. He tried to puzzle everything together. You were only separate for about twenty minutes because he needed to go to the bathroom. That was the first warning sign. Sam gently placed his hand on your back and rubbed your lower back and spine. Sam should've called someone. Someone to come get you. He didn't though. He pulled off his flannel shirt he was wearing and hung to loosely over your shoulders. "Is that a dog?" You mumble pointing to a furry animal which scurried across the road.

"No!" Sam put his arm around your waist preventing you from getting up, not that you could really go anywhere, you could barely see straight, "it's not a dog." Sam couldn't help but chuckle as you tried to get up to reach and chase after the furry squirrel which ran across the road. The sudden movement your body made, trying to get up and Sam pulling you back down, urged you to lean forward over your knees and empty your stomach contents. As gross as it was, watching you vomit in the gutter, Sam couldn't leave your side.

"Hey hey, you're okay. You're going to feel better after this." He rubbed your back soothingly, trying his hardest not to look at he pile of vomit landing by your feet. "Let it all out." He continued to calm you down. You let out a sigh and looked at Sam.

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me what happened. As long as you're-" he watched the color of your skin lighten and his eyes widen, you weren't finished puking. "oh you're still vomiting."

"I-I don't feel good." You rubbed your stomach in pain. Maybe now it was time to call someone about your current state. Sam lifted his wrist up to his eyes and noticed the time was around 1 am. No one is going to be up. Sam tried to dial Harry's number to see if he could pick the two of you up, but he didn't. Josh came outside to check up on the two of you.

"Is she okay?" He pointed to you as you now lay with your back down on the grass, and Sam was watching you immensely. "Maybe roll her into her side?" Josh suggested and helped Sam push you lightly and gently as they good, onto your left side. Sam made sure your airways were clear but he noticed you weren't responding to the boys touch.

"I'm going to have to call an ambulance, I've never seen someone throw up this much before." Sam mumbled as he began to dial 999.

"I did some digging around the frat, and spoke to Luca and he said he saw Jonathon offer her some esctacy in the bathroom," Sam rolled his eyes back. If he parents were going to murder him, he was going to murder Jonathon. "I think it's best that they shut the frat party down." Sam spoke just as he was about to call 999, Harry called Sam and he picked up.

"You know they're not going to." Josh rebutted as he realized Sam was on the phone.

"Yeah Harry, do you mind picking (Y/N) and I up? There's been a small accident." Sam quietly spoke over the phone. He observed as you stirred in your sleep, letting him know that you were awake but just super drowsy.

"What happened?" Harry asked curiously, was he the best person to call at a time like this?

"I'll explain in the car, can you bring some extra towels." Sam told his brother and Harry hung up on him. Sam dropped a pin so Harry knew where to pick the two of you up. Harry wasn't too happy about this.

"(Y/N), you're going to spend the night at my apartment okay? Harry's going to pick us up soon." Sam let you know as you tried to get up. You paused and looked at Sam, covering your shoulders more with the shirt he gave you.

"But what about the butterflies and the bees?"you mumbled quietly, embarrassed of asking the question.

"What about them?" Sam asked curiously, wondering if you still had symptoms over an overdose or had you vomited most of the weed and acid out of your system.

"Are they coming too?" You were literally a three year old asking if your imaginary friends could come to the beach with you.

"Yeah, they can come too." Sam sighed helping you get up from the curb just as Harry rolled up in his car. He was thankful he wasn't living with his parents anymore, but both of your families were catch up tomorrow and needed you to be sober by tomorrow. Sam helped Harry lay the towels in brought on the floor of the car and the seats, just in case you had the urge to vomit again, which you did. Sam apologetically told Harry that he would wash and clean his care, but Harry was thankful that Sam told him to bring towels because the mess could've gone anywhere. You crashed on the couch in the lounge room, the room was still dizzy and you didn't want to sleep as every time you shut your eyes, all you could see were stars, butterflies and bees flying around in the air. Although you lay on the couch, Sam sat on the couch opposite you, with a bucket by the floor just in case you needed to throw up again. He stayed with you the whole time in case something worse happened such as a seizure or something, but he was pretty certain that after your previous vomit session in Harry's car, you had thrown up the ecstasy pill and the chunky funky weed brownies. He waited for you to fall asleep, which took a while, but he was patient. His levels of worry did decrease after you fell asleep, but he didn't know how to explain what happened to you the next day. Maybe you would remember what happened, but Sam knew one thing for sure, he was leaving that fraternity, leaving his brothers, and was doing to do everything in his power to make sure you were recovering, and no longer sick the next day.

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aussie-mantle · 6 years ago

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ryder or die

• I hope you all like my pun in my title, ride or die, get it, no? okay. just using a soft boyfriend look as a good gif

warnings: slow burn of fluff, best friends do loved trope, kind of rushed the end but oh well, and swears as per usual.

word count: 9k (lol now this is my longest).

notes: each ~ means a new day/ time skip

the block of writing in italics is a flash back

summary: you need to babysit your nephew for the weekend and you get close to Tom quite quickly, as your best friend and roommate you test the waters, with the encouragement of your nephew and sister

~*~

"When did you suddenly get a kid?" Tom joked as he opened the apartment door and chuckled to himself as he spotted you sitting on the ground with a little boy in your lap trying to leave together the not very tricky, but tricky for a three year old puzzle.

"I'm babysitting this weekend. Remember?" You told him noticing the shopping bags in Tom's hands as he dumped them on the kitchen bench. "No." Tom shook his head.

"You're hopeless." You roll your eyes and continue playing with the wooden puzzle your nephew Ryder was trying to put together.

"My sister had a business meeting out of town and wondered if I could baby sit. I swear you were there when we had that discussion." He defiantly was. It was around the time of Ryder's third birthday. You brought Tom along because your parents absolutely adored him. You two had been friends for years and your mother had always wondered why you were bringing up everywhere you went. You simply replied with, 'well he takes me to his family functions.' It was just mutual.

"Oh yeah! I remember. I forgot it was this weekend. I invited Harrison over for drinks tonight."

"That's fine. Kelsey just asked me to tell you to clean up after yourself." You run your fingers through your nephews brunette hair and his big bold greens eyes look at you and smile.

"I always do." Tom chuckled and sat on the couch opposite you and the little boy who was now cowering in your chest.

"Ryder, you know Tom. Why are you scared today?" You giggle rubbing his back. He wasn't usually like this. Maybe he just wanted used to men being around him. Kelsey's partner left her when she fell pregnant with Ryder so maybe that's why. Tom slid off the couch and at down on the ground with you to be eye level with the boy. A trick he picked up when he was talking to Paddy as a younger child. “No!" Ryder cried throwing a piece of the puzzle in Tom's direction.

Ryder was probably just being super protective of you. You were his favourite. Even at family events and gatherings, he'd always manage to sit on your lap. Even at your cousins wedding, Kelsey was the bridesmaid and gave Ryder to your parents to look after but he wasn't keen on that. You checked the time on your phone thinking he was cranky because it was nearing his nap time.

"Let's put you down for a few minutes." You suggest getting up from the floor and Ryder grabs onto your legs. One arm reaching for you and the other, well his thumb in his mouth. Tom awwed at the sight. You bent down to pick Ryder up and you carried him to your room. He didn't take up much space, so Kelsey said it was fine that you two share a bed. Kelsey left Ryder's favourite night light with you which stayed plugged in by your door as you turned the lights off for him. You weren't aware of his sudden drooling habits but your pillow was about to get sticky and wet. Leaving your bedroom, after finally putting Ryder down for a nap, which Kelsey highly encouraged, you entered the lounge room to find it being cleaned.

"What time is Harrison coming over?" You ask curiously as you notice the puzzle you were playing with was now packed up thanks to Tom. "You didn't have to do that." You thank him with a smile.

"It's all good. Probably around 8pm." Tom shrugs as he's now back on the couch.

"Could you just, I mean, I'm not telling you what to do, but could you hold off on the drinking until Ryder goes to sleep?" You sit on the other couch cushion with your feet under your legs.

"Of course, yeah, yeah, I was going to tell Harrison that anyways." Tom spoke, it was common sense not to drink alcohol around the child.

"Thank you, I just don't want Ryder learning anything inappropriate just yet." You tell him as Tom sits back on the couch. "Like, I'm happy for you, again not telling you what to do, like a drink or two, but I don't want him telling Kelsey that you past out in the floor and threw up everywhere."

"You haven't got anything to worry about, I promise." Tom told you confidently.

Ryder was probably only asleep for 20 or so minutes, just a quick 'pick me up' nap and the dude was ready to run laps around you again.

Ryder found his way to Tom on the couch who now was sporting a can of drink in his can and man spread legs.

"I have my drink too?" Ryder asked as he tried to climb atop the couch using Tom's leg to stable him. Ryder sat up next to Tom and patted Tom's legs which made Tom chuckle. Tom grew fond of the little boy.

"Yeah, I'll get you some water." You say opening the fridge door where Ryder's little sippy cup was, filled to the brim with chilled cold water and closed the fridge door giving him his bottle. The boy took his thumb out of his mouth and held the sippy cup with both hands.

"Cheers bud." Tom clinked his drink with Ryder and he smiled sucking on his bottle.

"Yummy." He spoke and leaned into Tom's knee and kept sipping on his cup. Tom gently and cautiously placed his hand a top of Ryder's body and let it sit there. You could help but take a photo of the two boys bonding together. Paw Patrol was playing and Ryder was pointing out all the colors he knew to Tom who was super impressed and expressed his ..: to Ryder.

"Woah! You know all those colors." Ryder nodded and ended up climbing on top of Tom's lap, sitting right by his groin which he didn't mind but it was going to hurt soon. You came and sat next to them, leaving a few inches in between the two of you, which is usually how you sat.

"Look it's Chase!" Ryder pointed to the screen, showing you the main character he adored.

"What animal is Chase bud?" Tom asked him.

"A doggy!"

"That's right." Tom gleamed, remembering that small trip to the zoo a few months ago where Tom tried to teach Ryder about the small animals he could see including the meerkats and butterflies. Tom's hand which was placed flat on the couch, trailed over to your hand and held it in his. It was comforting. You rubbed the back his hand with your thumb, and he gave you a small smile. Ryder noticed that Tom wasn't watching the tv and frowned as he saw the two of you holding hands. Ryder slid off Tom's lap and onto the small space in between the two of you and pulled your hands apart.

"No!" He grouched and then put your hand in his. "My (Y/N)."

"Whoa dude, don't need to get jealous." Tom chuckled looking at the little boy. Tom was more jealous though. The little boy was holding both your hands as he sat on your lap. Tom was enjoying the small about of affection he was getting from you. Sure he enjoyed your company as his best friend, but he wanted more. Once the Paw Patrol episode was over, Tom suggested that he cook dinner. You looked at him weirdly.

"Y-you're cooking dinner?"

"Yeah." Tom proudly skipped into the kitchen. "How about pasta? I can do that tomato sauce my mum makes, the one you really like."

"It better be just ask good as your mothers. Her cooking skills are pretty extraordinary." You tease and he pokes his tongue out at you.

"Ryder can have pasta yeah? I googled that toddlers can. I just wanted to double check with you. Maybe Kelsey doesn't like him having pasta." Tom shrugged double checking with you was super thoughtful.

"Yeah he can have pasta. He'll literally only eat ten noodles though, so don't cook him any extra, you can just take them out of my serving." You wave off still distracted by the boy now bouncing on your lap.

"Aunty (Y/N), can I have some more pasta please?" Ryder asked as he finished off his ten strings of pasta. You twirled some pasta onto your fork, carefully carrying it to Ryder's small plate and letting it drop. "Thank you." He smiled and continued to eat the pasta which is plastic fork.

"So, is it just as good as my mother's?"

"You're almost there." You say and finish your mouthful by politely covering your mouth to swallow.

"What's it missing?" Tom asked curiously, even though he knew you were enjoying it.

"Her love." You giggle sipping on your glass of water.

"Ouch." Tom acted offended by putting his hand over his heart.

"All done!" Ryder congratulated himself. "Now can I watch Paw Patrol again?"

"Yeah bud. Let me put it back on for you." Tom spoke helping him off the chair, which you were surprised Ryder allowed that. He just needed that safety blanket of Tom's hands in case he wobbled off the chair and ran over to get the best spot of the couch, right in the middle where the two cushions meet. You cleaned up your empty places and began to clean them in the sink.

"I'll clean them." Tom told you as he walked back into the kitchen. He wasn't mad that you were cleaning them, because when you moved in you made a rule, whoever cooks the other one cleans.

"Don't be silly, you cooked." You shrug your shoulders, it was routine.

"But your nephews here, you should spend some time with him." Tom leaned against the kitchen bench, his arms crossed over.

"Tom, I've literally only got one more bowl left to wash." You say showing him the dirty bowl. The door opened giving Tom a small shock hoping Harrison had forgotten their plan to drink. Tom and Harrison joined each other on the couch on each side of Ryder. Ryder had met Harrison on a few occasions, so he knew his face quite well. Ryder knocked into his sleep mode around 8:30pm so you helped him get into your bed, you lay with him for a while, reading him a beside story about colored sheep. During the many stories you read to your nephew, you wondered what Tom and Harrison were talking about and anything at the moment would be more interesting than the hungry caterpillar.

"Can you tell me another story?" Ryder sucked on his sippy cup full of milk.

"What story?" You asked intrigued at the next book he might choose. He climbed out of the sheets and sat on top of the top sheet and crossed his leg. "You tell me a story."

"Which one buddy?" You gestured to the five books laying by you.

"No, one about you."

"About me?"

"Yes Aunty (Y/N)."

"Do you want to tell you a story about Aunty (Y/N) and Mommy?" You suggest and he shakes his head. Ryder got the gist of the fact that you and Kelsey were sisters, but still didn't understand the whole idea.

"About you and Uncle Tom." Ryder smiled widely. You sighed at the three year old. It was the first time Ryder had referred to Tom as his 'uncle', well technically second time, you were tucking Ryder into bed for his afternoon na at Christmas and he asked you why 'Uncle Tom' was there and your heart swelled for the boy.

"What story do you want to know?" You ask hoping the boy could give you more of an idea of a story line he might like.

"The Christmas story!"

"The Christmas Story?" You asked confused, unknown about a Christmas story.

"Mommy said you kissed under mistletoe." You were going to punch your sister on Sunday when she comes to pick Ryder up. You told her not to tell anyone. It wasn't the first time you guys had kissed. But you could count the times by how many fingers you've got.

"Or when you danced like a princess at Bailey's wedding." Bailey was your cousin and he recently got married to your now cousin in-law Joanne.

"You mean when Tom and I danced on the dance floor?" You questioned, there wasn't much of a story behind that, but you could make something up on the spot.

"Yes." Ryder said in a 'duh' tone. Boy was already getting attitude as a three year old.

"Okay, well, Tom was sitting with me at the table, and the slow song came on, and he asked me to dance with him, and so we danced, and that's it." You say, truthfully not much of a story. You skipped the part where the two of you left the wedding to 'sign the guest book' but you actually made an early exit, to make out in Tom's car and go home early to indulge in some fast food you craved all day.

"I know you want to dance." Tom teased as he nudged your knee with his and chuckled lowly, watching you admire the other couples and family members dance of the dance floor with the newlyweds.

"N-no I don't." You stutter but deep down you know a little dance wouldn't hurt, especially with Tom.

"Well, I want to dance, please, just one slow song." Tom grinned begging you to actually do something fun at your cousins wedding. "Plus, I can see your mother giving me this look she always gives me."

"Oh that's her 'Tom's a great guy, why aren't you guys dating you." You joke pointing to your mother from the other side of the room and she gives you a small wave.

"That's the look," Tom snapped his fingers, he's glad that look finally had a name to it. Tom places your hand in his and lead you to the side of the dance floor. The ever so famous 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight' by Elton John was playing. Your arms your wrapped over Tom's shoulders and placed around his neck, your fingers holding, and Tom's were placed perfectly on your hips and waist. The two of you made eye contact for a verse of the song until you giggled, "I prefer the Lion King version." You hid you face in his neck before he could make a move on you. You noticed his eyes moving from your eyes to your lips.

"Either way, it's a great song (Y/N), you can't deny that." Tom chuckled as your placed your head over his shoulder, you jaw locking. Your mother kept trying to encourage you to do something from her arrangement of hand gestures you couldn't quite work out. You get out a small giggle and Tom worriedly spoke,

"Is everything okay? I didn't step on your feet did I?" Tom was more of a romantic than you.

"No no," you shook your head and your palm reached around his neck. "You haven't stepped in my toes..." You trail off. "...yet."

"I'll have you know I trained in dance." He raised an eyebrow, trying to one up you.

"Then why are you so worried about stepping on my toes?" You question.

"I don't want to hurt you darling." There it was again. That 'd' word that made your heart flutter every time he called you that, probably was, he called everyone that. Tom fit in really well with your family, and your aunty and uncle were always super happy that you brought Tom along to gatherings and events, it just showed how much he meant to you and how much it meant for Tom do actually attend the events.

Harrison was knocked out on the couch so there was no way he was moving anytime soon. The snores were echoing and you had no other option, not that you really mind.

"C-can I sleep in here?" You pushed Tom's door lightly, if you knew his night routine well enough, he would be in the bathroom brushing his hair or shaving (which he rarely did). "Yeah, of course."

"Thank you." You sigh shutting his bedroom door and walking over to the spare side of his bed.

"Did Ryder take up all your space?"

"The kid may be three, but his literally literally right in the middle of my bed, and I don't want to wake him up." You sigh placing your head on the spare pillow. "What are you going to do tomorrow with him?" Tom asked interested as he brushed his teeth from the bathroom, leaning in the bathroom door frame. Just his whole look was making you feel hit and flustered. The way he wore his grey trousers, a little lower than usual, showing off the elastic band to his underwear, Tom was a boxer not brief kind of guy.

"I was thinking about taking him to that children's farm, that's about twenty minutes away from here." You say turning your head and body do face his direction, leaning your arm under your head. "You are more than welcomed to come if you'd like. I'm sure he'd like some extra company." You grin.

"He'd like the extra company? Or you?" He teased, thankfully he was busy spitting the toothpaste in the sink and gargling his water to wash out his mouth to see you face turn the deepest red in has in a long time.

"No, defiantly Ryder."

"You fucking tease." He chuckles turning the light to his bathroom off, leaning most of the bedroom in darkest except for the lamp sit up on the side of his bed. "I would've liked it it you had said you, but whatever."

"Oh I would definitely appreciate the company. I saw online that if we buy a family ticket it's actually cheaper-"

"Oh so now you're just using me to get cheaper tickets." He jumped into the bed next to you, throwing the blanket over you, covering your face and then bringing you into a hug.

"That's better, now I don't have you see your face, and it shuts you up." Tom teased as you struggled to get out of his grip under the sheets. In the darkest you could see his semi naked body, and decided you run your cold hands over his chest which made him jolt and let go of the covers.

"Why are you hands so cold? What the fuck (Y/N)." He said and you lay head on the same pillow as Tom's head. "Oi get off."

"No your side is warmer." You say, hopefully a good enough lie to sleep right on top of Tom. You shut you eyes and pretend your asleep for a few seconds, until Tom somehow finds a way to maneuver your body so it's next to his, as he dips his arm under your neck and shoulders, cuddling you close to his chest. You place your head on his bicep and peck muscles and discover it's a lot softer than a pillow, but like how is that possible. You feel Tom's kiss find a spot of the top of your head and he leaves them there all night. He soon turns the last light off and falls asleep himself.

The next morning you and Tom left his room, spotting Harrison and his dead weight lying on the couch with Ryder perked upon his chest, playing his a loud rattle toy and a xylophone which he kept banging.

"Oi! You love birds better fix this kid some food." Harrison groans as he's trying to keep Ryder company on the ground. Ryder still seems to be clashing around some rattle toys in Harrison's face, which isn't helping his throbbing hang over headache.

"I'm sure you could've made him toast." You chuckled pulling the cereal out of the cupboard, ignoring Harrison's 'love bird' comment.

"I meant me you idiots." Harrison sighed from the couch. Ryder heard the new word and was super excited to use it repeatedly.

"What's Idiot?" Ryder asked pulling the skin of Harrison's chest. You now realized that Ryder must've made his way up the couch and found a comfortable on Harrison's chest whilst you were asleep in Tom's room. He probably saw a familiar face and stayed with Harrison. You asked distracting him from the new word Harrison just taught him.

"Hey Ryder, corn flakes or coco pops?" You offer showing him the two boxes, hoping he knew what one he wanted by the color of the box rather than the name.

"Is that even a question." Tom chuckled behind you and Ryder's ears perked up at the sound of coco pops. He climbed of Harrison's chest, pressing on his ribs harshly as cams waddling over to you. You placed a small handful of coco pops in the bowl, which no milk which is the way he liked it, and Ryder sat down on the kitchen floor and ate the brown crispy cereal.

"You're crazy dude," Tom chuckled pouring milk in his cereal but decided to join the boy on the floor. You made yourself a cup of coffee the way you liked it, and sat down too, half of your body practically on top of Tom. You leaned into the side of his body, one of Tom's hands behind your back, rubbing soft circles against your skin, and the other hand, held his spoon for his cereal which balanced against his knee as he had his legs crossed.

After Ryder slowly ate his breakfast and Tom teased him the whole time for not having milk, and Harrison complains about that lack of service and love he was receiving on the couch, you helped Ryder choose and outfit for the day. Kelsey had pack a pair of overalls and a long sleeved striped top which you through was cute for the farm, as well as a warm puffer jacket and small blue gumboots which would complete his look. You just knew the overalls might be a pain if he needs to go to the toilet, so just in case you packed a pair of jeans in your small handbag, it took up most the room but you wanted to be safe rather than sorry.

"Hey, look at you! Ready for the farm!"

"Yes Uncle Tom! Let's go." He cheered leaving the room and playing with the zipper on his puffer jacket.

"Woah, Uncle Tom, that's new." Tom gave you a 'is it okay that he calls me that' look.

"Let's see if he'll let us hold hands today." You jokingly tease but Tom wouldn't want anything more than to hold your hand.

You had paid for the entry tickets and had decided to walk down the path of the farm, finding a good range of animals for Ryder to see. Ryder expressed his excitement in the car about the cows he wanted to see, and wanted to milk them (he was too young to milk them, even if he was sitting on your lap) but he was offered to pat them and he was okay with that.

You began walking down the stoned path, Ryder holding one of your hands and the other Tom's and you'd swing him occasionally, letting out a squeal of joy each time.

"Aunty (Y/N), I need to go potty." Ryder cried a little pulling your arm.

"Yeah okay, let's go find a toilet." You tell Ryder giving Tom a look so 'let's find the toilet quick because this kid isn't going to hold on for long'. It was a look of panic.

"There were bathrooms by the entrance." Tom pointed to where they might be and Ryder looked up to the two adults. You reach for the toilet block in a few minutes and Ryder reached over to Tom yanked his pants a little.

"Can Tom take me?" He asked now holding Tom's hand.

"Of course bud, let's go." Tom spoke excitedly. It wasn't that you weren't uncomfortable with Tom taking Ryder, it was just new to you. When you took Ryder to the zoo a few months back he didn't dare even hold Tom's hand, but now they were best buddies, except for the fact Ryder didn't like Tom holding your hand yesterday. You weren't going to tell the three year old that you and Tom shared a bed.

"I did it (Y/N)! I went and peed with Tom."

"That's great squirt." You smile proudly at him as he runs over to where you were waiting under a tree. You pick him up and win him around.

"How about as a good reward for going to the toilet, you can get a small gift here."

"Yes." Hs gleamed excitedly as you put him down ready to go look at some more animals.

"You didn't have you do that, thank you though." You say thankfully to Tom, rubbing your hand up and down his arm, stopped at his wrist and giving his hand a small light squeeze.

"Oh it was nothing, we had a good chat, didn't we bud?" Tom spoke now standing next to you. Ryder noticed your interlocked hands.

"Yep." Ryder nodded and you looked at the two boys confusingly. You weren't going to question their 'locker room talk' but you had an idea of their topic of discussion.

"Let's go see the sheep!" Ryder ran down the path. He's running was probably your walking speed so it was easy to catch up with him. His gum boots splashed around in the small puddles on the way to the sheep pen.

"They're so fluffy." He gleamed running up to the wooden pen and peeking in the gaps between the wood. Ryder reached out his hand and patted the sheep softly. Tom let go of your hand and bent down to Ryder's level.

"Do you want to sit on the fence and see them?" Ryder's face lit up with excitement and nodded quickly as Tom lifted him up slowly and gently, holding him as Ryder's feet where placing on the top of the wooden fence.

"Look at the baby sheep," Tom pointed out to Ryder with one hand and the other one holding him from falling back or forwards. "It's a baby, like you." Tom chuckled and Ryder let out a giggle.

"Nooooo." He shook his head. You couldn't help but take a photo of the two boys in front of you.

"What's a baby sheep called Ryder, you know this." You refer back to the wooden animal puzzle you completed yesterday with him.

"A lamp."

"A lamb buddy." You hold but a small giggle. "But close though." Tom bites his lip from laughing at the small boy trying his hardest. You pull your phone out of your pocket again and take a photo of the two boys smiling at the camera, mentally taking note that you'd make this photo the photo of your lock screen later. After Ryder got bored of the sheep, which he was convinced they were all called Shaun, Tom carried him over to the next set of farm animals which were chickens, ducks and geese. You have the farmer a small donation of a few dollars in his box and he gave you a small bucket of animal feed, which was just seeds.

"Do you want to feed the chickens?" You ask Ryder as Tom places him on the ground. You enter the pen and help Ryder roll up his sleeves a little more and place a small amount of feed in his hands as a small chicken comes over to him and pecks the seeds right out of his hands. As you were squatting down, you could feel another animal on your side, the curious duck began eating seed out of your bucket.

"No, shoo!" Ryder stomped his foot and scared the duck which flapped his wings and made a large quack. Ryder hid his face into your jacket as you put your arm around the small boy.

"Hey hey, it's okay. He was just hungry." You soothingly say, your face giving him a look of sorry. The boy was scared.

"How about we move onto the rabbits and see if they would like some seeds?" You suggest pointing to the rabbits on the other end of the pen.

"Up? (Y/N) Up?"

"Ryder I'm carrying the seeds, bud. I can't carry you too." You sigh knowing that's not the answer the boy wanted. Tom takes the bucket of seed out of your hand and you mange do lift the boy up, trying not to get his muddy shoes on your jeans. Too late. You carry the boy over to the other side of the pen, as he quivered in your chest hiding from the ducks. "Do you want me to put you down?" He shook his head and gave Tom a 'I'm sorry' look.

"Ducks are idiots." Ryder mumbled quietly knowing he wasn't allowed to say that new word Harrison taught him but he found it appropriate fo describe the duck that flapped his wings and scared him.

"It's okay, I've got this." He mumbled to you as he bent down on the ground and fed the rabbits which were around him.

"Look, Tom's feeding the rabbits, do you want to try?" You offer and Ryder crosses his arms and turns into your shoulder. You wanted to laugh but you couldn't, you didn't want to push it in case he blew out a tantrum. A farmer, one of the workers in a flannel shirts and jeans came over to the three of you.

"Hey buddy, I saw you feed the chickens before and you did such a good job." She smiled over the side of the fence.

"Yeah, that was you wasn't it." You encourage bouncing Ryder on your hip.

"I have a special job for you, would you like to feed my rabbits, a special carrot?" She pulled out a baby carrot from her pocket and Ryder's face lit up. This lady had done this a least a thousand times. Ryder reached out his hand and you instructed him to say 'thank you' but he let out a small,

"Ta." As the stranger, the lady gave him a small baby carrot and you bent down to the ground, Ryder still on your hip as he tried to feed the rabbits. Tom got up and took a photo for your and leaned against the fence.

"You guys are a cute family." The farmer gleamed.

"O-oh we uh, thanks?" Honestly, Tom didn't know what to say. "It's actually her nephew. We're just babysitting him." Tom told her truthfully.

"Oh my apologies."

"It's okay, it happens often." Tom waved her off. You were to distracted by Ryder and the rabbits by his feet to listen into Tom and the ladies conversation. "But the two of you, how long of you guys been together?"

"Oh we uh, we're friends." Tom bit his lip looking down at the hay on the ground, kicking it a little.

"Well, she doesn't see it that way. The way her eyes light up every time you look at her, that's love boy." She pats Tom's shoulder, "she's a keeper." She didn't know your sexuality, but by the way you looked at Tom, she knew you were more than interested at the boy. You looked up from Ryder to where Tom was standing and gave him a big smile, and he saw it. It your eyes, the look the lady was just talking about.

You spent a while in the gift shop, Ryder spent the whole time deciding on whether to get a sheep toy or a cow toy. After a while of him deciding, Tom offered to pay for the cow toy so he got both, because you had already offered to get him one as a gift. Ryder fell asleep the second you buckled him into his car seat. You sat in the passenger seat, just as exhausted as your nephew. Tom started the car and on the straight road, you offered you his hand to take by just simply putting his hand out flat over the console and you grasped your hand light in his and brought it over to your leg where it stayed for the whole car trip.

Tom helped you open the door as you carried your nephew, who was still asleep, into the apartment and lay him on your bed. You took his muddy shoes off and placed them at the end of the bed.

"Mhmm, I'm tired."

"Keep sleeping baby, it's okay. You had a big day." You sooth, placing a kiss on your nephews head and allowing him to keep sleeping some more before you began to prepare, well even think about dinner. You helped the boy out of his thick coat that was probably over heating his body and lay in on top of him rather than the doona blanket. As per usual, you let a small gap in the door and it's door frame in case Ryder got up earlier and wanted to find you. Tom had already crashed on the couch. You kicked off your shoes and let out a low chuckle. You hoped on the couch, laying your head in his lap and kicking your legs up, using up the rest of the space on the couch.

"You're really good with him Tom." You mumble looking up at him.

"I've had practice," He smiled down at you.

"If I'm not awake in twenty minutes, shake me awake." You say shutting your eyes shut as Tom's hand carefully caressed your hair and moves it out of your face.

"Will do darling." He whispered even though you're most definitely asleep. Tom couldn't help but stay awake. He wasn't as tired as you, but you had asked him to wake you up in twenty minutes, so he had to be up. Tom glanced over at your sleeping figure. He let out a small sigh of relief and a small chuckle followed. He doesn't even know how lucky he got with you in his life. You were his best friend, each other's wedding dates, car pool buddies, everything. He thought about taking it too the next stage, would things be different? Would things change? How would you feel about it? Deep down he knew you wanted more too. Somewhere in him, maybe his gut, was it a gut feeling? He didn't want to say anything whilst Ryder was here, just in case. Tom was definitely physically attracted to you, that was a given, but he was more attracted to your soul. The way you radiated positive energy to everyone you spoke to, and the way you hugged everyone you just met like you had known them for years, how you always told him to drive safe when he left even if it was only going to the shops and back, how you preferred a pub crawl than a club, or spending your Saturday night painting your nails, and he loved the way you respected his family like they were part of your own. He's parents had practically adopted you, they cooked an extra serving of food every time you came over. You were honestly his dream girl.

Tom pulled out his phone and played around on his Instagram, seeing what was new and seeing if you had posted anything. Not yet. He felt you stir in your sleep and slowly rub your eyes.

"Did you let me over sleep?"

"Nah you were asleep for 19 minutes and 27 seconds." Tom joked and acted like he was looking at the time. You were probably only out for no more than ten minutes.

"You dork." You laugh sitting up and stretching your arms and then wrapped them around Tom's neck.

"Your thighs are comforter than your chest."

"I'll keep that in mind next time you want to sleep in my bed." That next time would probably be tonight if you were be honest. You looked at him in the eyes, and he placed a soft kiss on the top of your nose. You had always enjoyed the affection you received from Tom.

"Ryder's probably going to wake up soon, what do you feel like for dinner?" You offer to cook.

"Honestly, I feel like noodles from that chinese place we always order from."

"Oh that's a good choice." You agree, to lazy to cook at the moment.

"Do you still want sweet and sour noodles and fried rice? I could get some orange chicken for Ryder." Tom suggested and it's just the small things you appreciate.

"Yeah, he'd probably just eat the rice." You say, your hand trails along the back of his neck and down the side of his shoulder. His skin was extremely soft and smooth at the moment. It was glowing. Tom felt the sparks flying from your fingers as you trailed them down his clothed skin.

"Let me order it." Tom chokes out as he opens up the Uber Eats app on his phone. Ryder wakes up a short time later and comes to try and find you with tears in his eyes. "Oh squirt, what happened?"

"I had a bad dream." He pouted, his lower lip quivering.

"Oh baby, it's okay." You pick him up and cradle him in your chest. "How about we go have a bath, and maybe play with some bubbles?" You suggest hoping to get the child's mind off the bad dream he had. Ryder nods slowly agreeing. "And Uncle Tom come too?"

"Yeah, Uncle Tom can come too." You speak to Tom in his direction.

"I'll be there in a minute bud." Tom says as he waves over your shoulder and you take your nephew to the bathroom.

He was amazed by the amount of bubbles that were created in the bath, and the smell of your fruity body wash that smelt like oranges which he likes, so he kept squirting the liquid into the bottle and wasting it. Tom came into the bathroom with the pajamas Ryder wore the night before in your bed and you were ever so thankful.

"I didn't want hip drip dropping all over the floor boards." Tom said and placed the clothes by the bath. You blew some bubbles in Ryder's face as Tom washed his hair and made different hair styles in the boys hair for his own entertainment. Tom now understood how that lady at the farm could've mistaken the three of you as a family. You and Ryder shared a similar facial structure and his eyes were a very similar color to yours. The only thing he and Ryder had in common was their brown curls, which he assumed had come from Ryder's father, not that he ever met him but brown hair was common in the area you guys lived in. The curls Tom had were definitely lighter than Ryder's.

"Tom look!" He pointed to his little willy.

"Dude, you gotta put that away. Only special girls are allowed to see that." You slap Tom's arm and glare at him, not wanting to have this conversation with your nephew at the age of three.

"Do you have one?" Ryder asked curiously, as his dad wasn't around maybe he wanted to know if other people had one too.

"Yeah I have one bud." Tom chuckled loudly.

"I can't believe you're having this conversation with him." You mumble quietly as your nephew continues to chat about his little penis to Tom who finds it super humorous. Tom lifts Ryder out of the bath and helps him dry him off with the fluffy warm towel and helped him into his pajamas covered in trains and trucks. His hair was still wet but you didn't mind that. You helps him into his slippers before running into the lounge room just as the door bell goes off, signaling the delivery man had arrived with the Chinese food Tom ordered.

Ryder sits on the floor with his plate you made for him, a small amount of rice and four pieces of orange chicken, cut up in bite size pieces for the toddler mouth to chew on with his soft teeth. Ryder was too distracted by the fantastic work of Hiccup in How To Train Your Dragon, a movie Ryder definitely was going to fall asleep to in a few moments, to even notice the fact you and Tom were cuddled up to each other on the couch. You head in his chest like the night before, his arm around your waist, his thumb and fingers gently caressing your waist. The small glances the two of you made, seemed to be normal, but to Harrison or anyone else who may have been around, would say that the glances meant something more. You did end up moving Ryder to your bed again once he had fallen asleep, he didn't stir this time, or wake up. Dude was out like a light. You came back to the couch where Tom was lounging and resumed your previous position. He was wearing that ever so warm black hoodie he owned, the hood over his head, giving you the most absolutely softest boyfriend look of all time. "What time's Kelsey coming over tomorrow?" Tom asked you, noticing your eyes about to drop and wanted to get out a little more information out of you.

"I think right after breakfast she told me on Friday." You yawn trying to think back to the conversation.

"Does that mean you're back to sleeping in your bed?" Tom mumbled quietly.

"I like your bed. It has you in it."

"Sounds like every fuck boys pick up like ever." Tom laughed at your tired and slurred speech.

"And you'd miss me too much." You stats blushing and Tom's cheeks turn blush as you spoke the truth.

"Who else is going to crush my rib cage when I sleep?" Tom spoke and you lifted your head off his chest.

"I'm trying to sleep, shut up." You roll your eyes and Tom suggests that you go to his bed and he'll meet you there shortly. Getting up from your spot, the night shirt you wore the night before was still in Tom's room, thankfully because you didn't want to go to yours do grabs yours and accidentally wake up Ryder.

Tom came to his room shortly, stripping down to his trousers once more and gently sliding into bed. "Thought you'd never come to bed?"

"And leave my pretty best friend all alone in my bed, no way." Tom chuckled, reaching his arm out for you to move into his arms space and cuddle the side of his body. Your hand lay on his bare chest again, feeling his heart beat faster and faster, when it should be slowing down. You used the cold weather as an excuse that his heart was beating faster to allow warm blood to flow through his body faster.

The next morning, your sister knocked at the perfect time. You were trying to make Ryder a sustainable breakfast of a slice of toast, some blueberries and a sippy cup full of milk.

Ryder was calm and honestly your favourite kid in the world, he was super easy to look after except for the almost-tantrum at the farm yesterday. Kelsey wanted to stay for a while because the trip to your house from the airport when she got back this morning seemed longer than usual so she needed a tea to relax. Ryder tried telling his mother about the exciting trip to the farm, the bubble bath and the new word he learnt which you and Tom both denied that he learn it from either of you. Kelsey turned to her son after looking at her watch that laid against her wrist.

"Why don't you show (Y/N) how do pack your bag like a big boy?" Kelsey smiled at her son who was holding your leg tightly not wanting to leave you and Tom. "Yeah, come on. Let's go pack your bag." You smile and Ryder follows you into your room where his stuff was. Tom say on the same couch as your sister Kelsey and she gave Tom a look as he noticed.

"Wh-What? Is there something on my face? Is there something wrong with your tea? You said one sugar right?" Tom asked worriedly hoping he hadn't upset his future in-laws, if he could even call her that.

"She has you wrapped around your finger, I swear." Kelsey mumbled sipping on her tea. "I see the way you two look at each other, it's like your two seventeen year old kids who say that they 'like' each other." Kelsey chuckled and Tom raised an eyebrow. "She's been waiting for a while now?"

"For what?"

"For you to ask her out." Tom choked on his drink. "Why else you do you think she takes you everywhere she goes?"

"Your mom loves me."

"Other than that doofus." Kelsey agreed but tried to push Tom a little more.

"...she loves me?"

"Ding ding ding!" Kelsey exasperated. "She's been hung up about you since you guys were like, fifteen. I thought you had more brain cells than that." She truthfully told him.

"I-I have brain cells." Tom groaned frustratedly crossing his arms.

"Tell her tonight how you feel. For gods lake Tom, do it for yourself. It would put us all out of our misery." Kelsey laughed snapping her fingers, "remember at, Logan's, that's you'd cousin yeah? He was turning 21 and everyone was there. You and (Y/N) had disappeared to 'sign the guest book'." Kelsey used her fingers as index quotation marks, "your brother, Harry, yeah?" Tom nodded. "He asked me if you had finally asked her out yet. Everyone, literally everyone, thinks you guys would be great together. Just bite the bullet and ask her on a date, not that you guys need to date, just fuck and get it over with, get married settle down, have kids, get a nice white picket fence, you deserve this, you deserve her. You know you need her in your life," Kelsey dropped some wisdom on him way to early in the morning. "You guys are like an old married couple, it's super cute." Tom hated that 'c' word, cute is something you describe a baby body suit or a little girl's scribbled drawing. Not a relationship, but he didn't mind it.

"I-I think I get it." Tom mumbled sipping on his tea hoping for you not to walk out on this conversation.

Ryder had left your place a few hours ago. Tom had managed to get a load of washing done and packed it away. He washed your sheets that Ryder had slept, and drooled on, as well as some other pieces of clothes which lay around. The apartment had a peaceful silence, especially after Tom turned his tap off after brushing his teeth at the night and came and joined you in his bed.

"You don't need to answer this, but what did Kelsey say to you before she left." You asked intrigued and Tom knew this question was coming up.

"Just stuff." Tom shrugged, he hated lying to you.

"Okay." You settled for.

"Okay?" He was taken back.

"Yeah, Okay. If you don't want to tell me, it's alright," you say and caress his cheek as the two of you lay on the same pillow. Reserve psychology.

"She told me I was being daft."

"About what?"

"About us, about how much of an old married couple she reminds us of."

"She's not even married."

"She meant our parents." Tom settled on. If he could be in a relationship like his own parents, he would be thrilled. Your parents were just as good. The next question was not the question you thought he would've asked you next.

"H-have you ever thought about kids in your future?" Tom tried to avoid your eyes that watch him closely, as he rolled onto his side and brushed a few strands of hair off your face tucking it behind your ear.

"M-me? I've thought about it once or twice." You shrug. "Kelsey was born to be a mom though. She's so good, I'm just happy to be Ryder's aunt." You truthfully told your best friend, you'd be lying to yourself that when you first held Ryder in the hospital after Kelsey had just given birth, Tom was there with you, and there was the smallest part of you which pictured yourself in the future with a child of your own, half you, half Tom.

"H-have you thought about a future with me?" Tom carefully asks, trying to ask the right questions before one of you fell asleep.

"Yeah, my best friend who's next to me every step of the way." You said putting a hand on his shoulder. Did Tom just get friend zoned for life.

"O-oh." He darted his eyes to anywhere but your face. Kelsey was wrong.

"My best friend, who although will probably a daft husband would still be my best friend." You giggle hopefully saying daft would help him connect the dots.

"I'd be a great husband." Tom after offended. He truely would be. Nothing would change in your relationship you had with him, maybe more kissing and a few pieces of additional jewelry added to your ring finger if all goes well. Starting a new chapter with your best friend, felt like, it felt normal and safe.

"Aha. Prove it." You challenged leaning closer to Tom's face if that was even possible. Tom's hand moved to your lower back under the sheets and pulled you on top of him.

"Prove to you that I'd be a good husband?" Tom questioned as he placed a soft his on your lips. First he had to kiss you, ask you out on a date, label the relationship, re-introduce each other to your parents, love each other, get engaged and then married, and then he could prove he was a good husband. But maybe those steps made him the best husband. Tom could tell by the way your lips moved on his, not your first your first kiss together, but maybe one of your firsts as a couple, knew that he was on the right track. Everyone was right. His parents, your parent, and even your sister Kelsey. Tom pulled his lips off yours and sensed your face glowing even in the dark.

"Challenge accepted." He squeezed your hand in his and you let out a giggle. He's hand felt safe in yours, and the additional touches over the weekend definitely helped. Tom just needed that extra push, and so did you.

"Let's talk more about this tomorrow Tom." You mumble against his lips, sliding down his chest a few inches trying to find the super cozy spot your head loved to lay on.

"That's okay. We can talk more tomorrow. I love you though, just thought I should say that seeing I've put everything on the line."

"I love you too, more than anything. More than Ryder." You mumble, placing a quick kiss on his chest and shut your eyes. Tom hand ran up and down your back, a touch, a feeling you had learn to grow to love over the years and a feeling which felt all too well over the weekend.

"And can the ring barer, Ryder please come up with the rings." Ryder who had just turned six slid off his pew in the church and walked over with two simple gold rings you and Tom picked out a few months ago.

"She looks like a princess." Ryder whispered in Tom's ear as he bent down to collect your soon-to-be ring out of Ryder's hand. "I'll take good care of her I promise."

"I'm sorry for not letting you hold her hand when I was three." Ryder mumbled smiling at Tom who let out a smile and rubbed the boys arm as you watched the two in front of you discuss that day on the couch when he yelled out 'Nooo'. "Apology accepted bud." Tom fist pumped the little boy and you laughed at the two of them with a tear in you eye. You gave Ryder a tilted smile and you bent down to his eye level where Tom also still was.

"You can still protect me Ryder, you'll always be my number one boy." You let him know with a kiss on his cheek with he goes do wipe off but doesn't. He seems okay and no longer nervous with the fact 100's of people were watching him at the alter with your future rings in his hands. You kind of had your nephew to thank, because if it wasn't for him and that weekend, you don't know where you'd be. You promised Ryder, if you were to have kids, you'd name the first boy after him. But for now, you were happy with your two boys, your lock screen still hadn't changed in all those years. It was still Tom and Ryder at the zoo with the sheep. Once the ceremony was over, and you and Tom left the church, and continued into your reception, where your first song as a married couple was 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight' and your mother almost sobbed when she heard the turn begin to play. Everything felt right, everything fit like that wooden puzzle Ryder brought home on that weekend he stayed at yours. All it took as your sister to talk some sense into your best friend, and your nephew to realize how much you loved dancing at weddings. And here you were, at yours, with your best friend by your side, and a 1000 comments of, 'its about time'.

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